#not sure what happens to the /others/ in all these scenarios

[standamianwayne]

yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader

cw: mentions of death + murder, implied creepy men being creepy men, damian loves his sissy idk what to tell yall

an excerpt, from a certain Damian Wayne’s journal—

“—my sister. One of us would become the heir to the League of Assassins. What would happen to the other, I cannot say as I never found out. We were both perfect. The genes of Talia al Ghul mixed with The Batman— there was no question one of us would be ruling one day. It was only a matter of who got here first.

She was born only a matter of minutes before me. If everything went to plan, she’d rule over the League and I, she had promised me when we were children, would be right beside her. Growing up, she was always trained just a little harder for a little harder. She was praised just a bit heavier, as well as disciplined harsher.

I pitied her some days, others I was much more bitter. Bitter at her, hardly. I was bitter angry with others around us. We’d be studying together, and she’d be pulled away. We’d be training together, and she’d be pulled away. Any time we were together, she was pulled away from me. I look back and wish I had attempted to keep her by my side. Alas, she was going to rule over the League, so I had no other choice than to let her go.

One day, I overheard some guards speaking about us. She’s supposed to be the heir, “but she’s too soft,” one of them said. It gave me pause. My sister was nice to me, though that definition must differ from those here in Gotham (monsters, I remember them calling us). Was she nice to everyone? Was she hesitant to kill? I had yet to see my sister in action, but I knew her. Much more than they did. She was fond of the arts and animals, but she was as assassin regardless of what those guards said. The thought lingered for a few more days, each morning I thought over it even more.

She was not ‘too soft’ I decided. My sister, my twin, the other half of my soul. No, I thought, she was not soft at all. She was sweet, she smiled at others without a hint of mockery or deception. She made sure I was alright after missions, kept up with our studies, ate sufficiently. She was not too soft— she was simply kind.

To the others in the League, that was seen as weak.

I never asked mother about these labels. Perhaps I feared what it meant for my sister. After all, if she could not take over the League due to this ‘weakness,’ what good was she? Would she be forced to harden? Would she be exiled? These scenarios haunted me for many nights. I could never see myself without her. A world without my sister by my side will never be a world I wish to live in.

In a way, I was relieved when we were sent to live with Father. A place, a haven almost, where I did not have to fear my sister leaving me. Maybe here she would be accepted as she was. I had no care for how others saw me. As long as I was not looked down upon, I was indifferent to any impressions one may have of me. With my sister, however, I simply wished she would be treated as normal. To me, she was is an angel, and I was content with being the only one to see that, so long as she was not seen negatively.

The people of Gotham judged us quickly. Father introduced us to his colleagues at some gala, and the news spread quickly. We were born out of wedlock, children of an affair, children of a prostitute, children of a stranger. We were beautiful, angry, exotic, disgusting. We were monsters, though perhaps the fault of that label falls on me (I had punished a man for speaking to her in a manner so disgusting he should be glad he is not dead).

She was weak back in the League, too soft. Here, she was scary, too mean. She was honest and blunt, yes, but she smiled at them. Did they not know what that meant? In Gotham, killing at all made you horrible. In the League, killing quickly made you kind, made her ‘weak.’

My sister and I grew up, and the rumors dwindled down. Nobody knew who our mother was outside of those Father trusted with the information (which was very few). My sister, already perfect, became even more beautiful. Sickeningly so. I hated when a male our age spoke to her, but I let him do so as I knew she wouldn’t mind. She enjoys talking to others freely, about anything other than death.

There was no feeling comparable to when I would see a man speaking with her. One much older than us, who had known her for years. I saw the leering, the flittering of eyes from her eyes to her mouth and then lower. It is comparable to lava burning hot in my veins. I wanted to snap their necks, rip their eyes out, claw at their faces until I saw bone. I wanted to kill them.

I do not doubt our other siblings felt the same. I’m sure even Father thought of it a few times. I hardly spoke to some of them, even then I knew one thing, one person, was keeping us together. I would do anything to keep her safe, happy. I would burn down the world if she asked. I know I am not the only one.”

happy new year 😛 thank you for the support, bye byeee ❤️

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[inknopewetrust]

𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 [𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] [𝐰𝐜: 2.5k]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Dean tried to be discreet when he looked at you in any scenario.

Across the room, beside you, in the back of Baby, in the distance or even in his memories, he thought himself to be a sleuth in the way his pupils expanded, heart pounded faster, and hands clenched into fists.

You sent him into a spiral of himself. An utter ache; fluttering feelings that he couldn’t control and send blood rushing throughout his body and thoughts manifesting images of you he felt filthy to feel.

Today was like any other—well, sort of.

The Bunker was quiet except for the sounds of his television and you and Sam behind him playing foosball behind him. The entire time your game had been happening, Dean was glad neither you or Sam could see him as he could barely contain the soft smile that plastered onto his face at every complaint you made toward his brother. The accusations of cheating and not following the rules, Dean had expected nothing less from you after you’d offered to take Sam up on a game.

And Sam gave what you did back to you. Growing the animosity and frustration, Dean attempted to focus his attention on whatever movie was playing on the channel he had turned to simply to break his distraction you consistently gave him.

“You can’t do that!” You argued behind him. “Sam, there’s a rule book for a reason. The timer gives ten—“

“It was less than ten!” Sam defended and Dean visualized what it looked like. Sam, arms on his hips, pointing to the middle field and his eyebrows raised high while he tried to rationalize whatever he had done.

“It was twelve and that’s the second time!”

Sam huffed. The spindle of one of his rows sounded and continued to spin as the little player spun into oblivion within the table.

“I don’t know why I agreed to play with you,” Sam responded.

You blanked. “You asked me, Sam. Just because you can’t play the game right doesn’t mean you get to be a sore-“

“I am not a sore loser! Okay? I just…” Sam let out a groan of frustration and grabbed his beer off the side of the table. “I think we’ve play enough today.”

“Wha-“ you lifted your hands in protest and gawked as he backed away from the table and tapped the back of Dean’s chair.

“I’m goin’ to bed,” he told both of you but directed toward Dean. “You can play.”

“Hey!” You said offensively. “I can’t wait against Dean!”

Sam turned back to you and gave wide eyes. “Good!”

“You asshole!” A laugh escaped you and Dean felt it as music to his ears. If he heard it again, he was sure they’d light themselves on fire. “Now I remember why we don’t ever come in here.”

Making his way to the doorway, Sam nodded his head in agreement and pointed to Dean.

“It’s really because of him. This is too…” he motioned around the room with a sour look on his face, “it’s too much Dean.”

“Oh come on!” Dean turned off the television. “This is my cave, Sammy. Not yours or anyone else’s. So yeah, it’s all me. If you can’t handle it, then no more…” he tried to think of something to come back with as he stood up from his chair. “No more drinks! Or playing foosball!”

Sam continued on beyond the doorway and into the hall before yelling in the distance: “I don’t even like foosball!”

You looked to Dean. “Yes he does. He’s a liar.”

“Yeah,” he said exaggeratedly, dismissing Sam’s tantrum into the usual and took stance at the end of the table, not the opposite side. “You wanna play?”

You knew if you did, you’d lose. You always lost against Dean and you didn’t know how someone could have a talent for foosball alone. You’d seen him sweep pool and darts and cards but on the table, he was a different person. Like a wiz of the nerds who spent forty hours perfecting the spins of the nozzles and angle of the ball.

Dean could see the resignation in your eyes but he wanted to savor your company. His own two green eyes softening and relaxing himself to simply look—to take in and relish what a magnificent being you were. He wanted to throw up. He couldn’t believe that he was actively thinking that way for anyone.

“I think it’s my turn to check out too,” you said with an apology laced within the words. “It’s late, we’ve got places to be tomorrow.”

“I get it.” He didn’t, but he did too. He would stay awake forever if it meant you’d just look at him.

“But maybe another time? I don’t think I can take losing for the millionth time tonight.”

“Sure,” he nodded. His knuckles rapped against the wood. You peered at him, eyes tracing over his shoulders and broad chest. “Another time.”

“You should get some rest too.” You walked to saddle up beside him. Hip leaning onto the wood, a mere few inches between you and it made it hard for him to not twitch his fingers. He had to tell himself not to look at your face because if he did, his eyes would wander and they’d give him away. So, instead, he hummed in agreement.

“For what it’s worth,” you said lowly and looked at him to the point where he couldn’t avoid not looking back, “I like it in here. It’s so… you.”

The smile you gave him imprinted itself onto his heart.

“And you’ve got the best drinks.” You winked, eyes flicking around his face as his own lit up. You liked this version of Dean. The one where the walls weren’t up and he let himself feel something more than hurt.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Without thinking, you gave his forearm a squeeze and pulled away. Your fingers lifted up and dragged onto his skin ever so slightly and left him feeling cold when all your body had given him warmth. The fabric of your shirt nearly brushed his and he could smell the lingering soaps and sprays that made you fill a room float around him and away as your footsteps carried you out.

Dean closed his eyes to breathe it in. The tendrils of your leaving spilled into his soul; gripping him and pulling him to these places he neglected and forced into the darkness of the undeserved. The streams of blood within him rushed again. It flowed from vein to vein and from the tips of his fingers to his toes and conjured images of you.

You in every which way. You smiling at him. Beaming and joyous and the tinge of sadness that stole the golden gleam of your perfection stuck his heart like an arrow. The simplistic nature of the natural pull; an illicit revelation that Dean handled poorly. Neglected and ignored until those affections pounded on his chest to be heard. Screeching inside of his mind to paint images he’d rather die than have you witness what he wanted, needed of you.

The tremble of his fingertips wisped the hairs on his head backwards and he bounded off, away from the room and to his own. Dean felt that in the protection of his room he’d be safe. He could be relieved of this covet to simply go to bed.

Yet the second he shut the door and rested his back upon the wooden slab, he knew that peace wouldn’t come. There were no good ideas that festered in his bedroom. Guns slung onto the wall being a reminder of his tasks, the bed made but void of belonging, and the walls of concrete that bring no comfort or solace to him. So, he shook his head of you and walked to the bathroom and saw himself in the reflection.

Dean gripped onto the sides of the sink and closed his eyes. He felt the phantom of you walk in, sneak behind him and snake your hands along the sides of his body and rest your body upon his back. Dean heeded the fantasy of your fingertips grazing his body and leaving your trail of kisses onto his back, threatening to whisper into his ear and tell him that this dream was foolish.

He sighed, heavily, and opened his eyes to see himself alone and turned on the shower to the midway lukewarm water the facility could manage.

As he undressed himself, Dean simply denied himself the formality of closure. He kept thinking of you. Imagining the intimacy of what a moment such as this could be with you—undressing, caressing one another to only bathe which, for Dean, would lead to more because he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts pure. He admired you, adored you to the point where you had consumed every thought. Dean was seldom embarrassed by his attractions but for you, he was only protected in his small room and the porcelain glass that separated him from the outside.

He stepped into the mild water and let it wash over him in sin. But he couldn’t stop thinking. He couldn’t stop imagining and fantasizing you and the blood continued to rush through him and begged of him to relieve himself into pleasure. Dean’s soapy hands washed over his head, his chest, and skimmed himself to where the problem laid.

No one would know.

There were inches of concrete walls between himself and the rest of the living world. No one would know.

The soap smooths over him. Gliding his hand in gentle strokes to his cock and in a test, he moves his hand over himself. Lightly gripping it to tug outwards in a shudder of knowing. Dean let the soap guide him, one pump then two. He could feeling the veins strain on his shaft; aching for you but settling for his fist instead.

Dean let the heat of the water rise from the floor in steam. It covered the glass panels of the shower door and filled the mirror therefore he could see no reflection of himself. Completely alone with his thoughts, he muttered a weak, quiet “fuck” and began pumping himself rhythmically. Over and over he felt himself growing in his palm until there was no more length to reach. A shuttered breath left one arm on the tiled wall as the other continued to caress his dick, running over his head and molding over the reddened bulb before falling back down and carelessly tugging at his base more rapidly than before.

“Shit,” Dean gasped as his forehead rested on his outstretched hand and he shut his eyes tightly. He wanted you there instead. He wished it was your hand stroking his cock and leaving wet kisses on his body. The hot water ran along his back to leave red pelts on his skin.

He jerked himself harder, more furiously than before at the thought of you. How you’d kneel on the floor and bruise your knees to pleasure him. The sounds you’d make with him heavy on your tongue or the way your eyes would tear at his thrusts as he cradled the back of your head. Dean’s wrist begged to falter and fall to his sides in agony of you. But he continued. He kept rolling his hand with his member viced inside of it. His other hand forming a tight fist.

Knuckles gone white at the way his heart strained for you.

He groaned in hopes the water drowned him out. That the inches of concrete that separated him were truly thick enough to hide the sounds he emitted and it wasn’t the first time he’d thought such thoughts. Dean didn’t bother stopping because he could feel the sensation building. He felt the tingle this body gave and the pressure building inside of him that needed to come out.

So, faster and faster did he jerk himself to the point of no return. He pulled at the base of his cock, teasing his balls with just a touch before going back and running his hand over all of himself. Dean’s body twitched, head falling onto the tile and his free hand balled into a tight fist as it pounded on the slate.

“Son of a bitch,” he groaned. His toes wanted to curl. His hips now jutting into his hand. Envisioning you kneeling before him, mouth wide and waiting, he choked on his breath and let it out. His finish painted his hand, the wall before him and in his imagination, your face and lips plump with him.

He breathed hard. Exhaling as the steam rose from his feet and the water raining down upon him washed away his release from his hands, the wall and what fell onto the shower floor. Dean ran along his shaft as it spasmed at the sensation. He could feel the tremble in his chest; the rattle of his bones.

You’d kiss up his leg at his coming. Slowly rising on bruised knees to litter soft pecks along his torso and chest and shoulder and neck. He’d relish the feeling of your hands gliding over his body and he’d wrap his own around you.

He’d kiss you. He’d kiss you hard and deep and suffocating underneath the hot water.

But he opened his eyes to nothing. Softening in his palm, Dean raised his hand off and went back for the soap to wash the feeling away. He hated the way his repulsed nature filled the cracks he’d left vulnerable in his end. The way his images of you made him feel… sorry. Somehow deserving to be punished for his fantasy. That there was no reason for him to think such thoughts about you, practically family to him.

Yet he couldn’t stop them. Everyday they grew stronger and harder to ignore.

And one day, maybe he could dream of his fantasies manifesting to reality. You would kneel before him, you would kiss him completely.

As Dean’s shower commenced, all he was left with was the dream.

A/N: Happy new year everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this lil peace and us writers on tumblr are always most motivated by reblogs and comments. Here’s to more Dean fics in 2025! 🥂

[dragons-and-art]

Birds of a feather

Still thinking about them birds, gonna ramble some under the read more.

Waiting for this campaign to restart has left me too much time to think and theorize. I'm really concerned for the safety of my scarecrow lad and i'm dying to know what's gonna happen with him and Virgil. Is Vigil actually gonna be nice to him? Is he gonna pull a 180 and "free" Jericho so he can fully take over his body? i'm fucking shaking man i need to know ;;;@ A@

Anyways all of that thinking made me come up with a what if scenario where Jericho becomes the bird and his soul takes the shape of this tiny blue bird. Not sure for what or why but the idea really stuck with me, specially if paired with the thought that, despite all his power, Virgil is also just as stuck as him. Two very different birds forced to coexist in the same cage. Will they get along or will they be each other's demise? Virgil is battle worn and cunning, showing neither genuine care or disdain towards Jericho, we don't know what he has in mind for him, we don't know how much - if any - humanity is left in this demon. Meanwhile Jericho is kind of just here, his mission was to find the amber key. Now that's done and yet he's nowhere near free from being used as he's been all his life. I wonder if this paired up with his new found confidence will spark some independence in him, like he's happy enough to be here and help but for how long? When will he finally say no?

Yes doctor these two have made me rabid kjntglktd

[kiivg]

Goddard was in his 70s at the beginning of Inquisition. Is he still around and if he is, do you think he’s involving himself with Solas and his world-ending shenanigans?

.Tf u mean IF?????? ☹️ BioWare did me dirty making the game 10 years into the future.

.I’m kidding ofc he’s around!! I literally made my HoF immortal because I cannot face any of my OCs dying 🙏 tbh I don’t actually know what year DAV is set in because I’ve seen people saying 9:51 and 9:53 so 🤷‍♂️ Goddard was born in 8:70 so he’s in his eighties at least.

.So initially I was like HELL YEAH Goddard Returns!!!!! And then it’s very clear that (as I SAID) the game was basically shoehorning you into being best buddies with Solas regardless of choice and I can tell you that a) Goddard doesn’t have a clue who Solas is and b) he would absolutely kill him on sight if he was presented with a “this guy is trying to end the world” scenario. Anyway, more below 💋.

.Edit!!! Also!!!! Solas stole his fucking wedding ring!!! What the fuck!!!!! He’d beat the shit outta him!!!!!.

.A bit on Goddard’s back story; since he was away so much with the Orlesian Army and then the Fereldan Army he missed out on a lot of his kids’ childhoods, (there’s also a disconnect between him and Fulton II re: Goddard’s own relationship with his father, and then the filicide of Wakefield, and the bastard Lei appearing), and whilst he has repaired the relationships with them he still very much regrets prioritising war over his family even though he was basically taught this from childhood. Goddard was raised to be a tyrant and warmonger, he was made for fighting in wars and winning them. However! He now has the chance to get to spend time with him family, since the Inquisition is over, he handed his army to the Divine, he’s made reparations to the Baroulx family, and he’s absolute besties with Emperor Gaspard.

.Since the end of Inquisition, he’s been retired, he has ten grandchildren and nine great grandchildren, he went back to ruling his bannorn for a few years, then passed it over to Twyla (his eldest child), and decided he’d rather just do whatever the hell he wants now. He still fights, sparring and what not to keep in shape, he might be old but he’s not going to just crumple into dust!! Also considering I have Goddard II (Twyla’s Grandson/Gylda’s First Born) bethrothed to Gaspard’s daughter Lienne. (they are however children atm), he’s spending a lot of time in Orlais.

.I do think he gets roped back into things when he’s in Orlais. I think Hawke is the first one to realise shit is going down, and since he’s friendly with both Andrastopher (HoF) and Goddard, he kind of gathers them in preparation for something to happen (Varric’s letters grow increasingly worrying). Which means they’re all in Orlais together when shit hits the fan. Also there, is Lei (Goddard’s bastard son and Andrastopher’s Warden Second), and he is tasked with seeing how things are going in the north after Morrigan turns up for aid; after all Lei is a Grey Warden, half-Dalish, and son of the Herald of Andraste. He’s also a pretty good guy and overall trustworthy etc etc. a HUNK lbh.

.(On a side note, I’m 90% sure the Crossroads are like really exhausting to traverse for anyone who isn’t an elf so idk how anyone non-elven is chilling there??? But that’s another factor in Lei going. I’m not reading TME again just to check, but… I should…. For Gaspard 🥴🫶).

.So Goddard just liaises with his son throughout the whole thing, and trusts him entirely to do the right thing. He’s busy fighting for Gaspard, corralling the old Inquisition back together to aid Orlais knowing that Andrastopher is pulling together Ferelden’s armies at the same time. Hawke on the other hand absolutely legs it to Starkhaven to be with Sebastian (oh HC that this is why Starkhaven has the best survival in the Free Marches; Hawke forewarned them) even though their relationship is hush hush 🤫.

.I think Goddard would desperately want to return to Ostwick to be with his family during Veilguard but Twyla has a hand on things and he trusts her implicitly. Also he would look like a mad coward if he left lmao, can you imagine?? Herald of Andraste fleeing home when things get bad????.

.I do like the idea of all four of them getting together post Veilguard, because a) Andrastopher has slept with both Farid (Rook) and Doherty Hawke, b) Doherty would absolutely be mad at Farid for that thing that happens, c) Farid would be mad at Goddard for working with Solas in the first place, d) Goddard and Andrastopher already have beef over their sons anyway, like?? Hello smth is gonna happen with these four guys lbh.

.I do want to say originally Farid was going to be Goddard’s son, as he did have a liaison with a woman at some point before having children with Yetta (his wife) but it would make Farid too old so 🤷‍♂️ then I thought woag what if he was Gaspard’s bastard, and then I couldn’t because it would be borderline ??? Because Farid’s half brother Jean-Esmeral would be sleeping with Gaspard without knowing that their mother had also slept with him several times decades prior and had baby Farid together 😬🙂‍↔️ no thanku.

.The main thing is they’re all safe and sound 🙏 and even if I do love the idea of a last stand in Amaranthine/Starkhaven/Orlais, broken the moment Farid does his thing with the Veilguard ykno ykno, they’re still all safe 🙂‍↕️🫶💕.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hey so can I possibly get a scenario with Raphael. You know cuz he’s tall. S/o can’t reach the top shelf and she’s like “the universe is humiliating me. Can you get that for me?” It normally happens at the boys house or if they happen to be at a public place. If they can’t see over a fence or they can’t get into the attic even with the ladder. S/o is all pouty and looks at raph and is like “can you lift me?” Raphael can’t fit through their attic cuz he’s too big width wise. S/o is small to where they can get into small places he can’t reach on the flip side? How’s he deal with this?

As someone who is quite short, I'm sure you can imagine how much I enjoyed this. 😈

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Poetic Justice

"Oh, come on, really???"

You stand there, arms crossed, smirk firmly planted on your features. Somewhere in the ether there's a crash as a table flips upside down. Your smirk becomes a grin.

Tall. He's tall. And when you say "tall," you don't mean tall you mean TALL. And, and I will not apologize for this, he holds it over your head every chance he gets (fight me, I earned that pun).

"Hey, shorty," anytime you show up at the lair, but he means it literally. Purposely putting your coffee mug on the shelf just above where you can reach. It's like it's his job. He lives to torment you.

But now, it's your turn.

You'd arrived just as training was ending, 20 minutes ago. They'd been practicing projectiles, and after the others had cleared out, he dragged you inside to show you this "cool new trick," he learned with a shuriken, which promptly backfired, resulting in said shuriken ending up under the dais which held their Kamidama.

Leo had been giving him grief earlier about losing a shuriken, so there was no way in hell he can ask his brothers for help. You are his only hope.

"Say. It. Again." You demand, grinning.

He sighs heavily, "...This is stupid."

"You're welcome to go ask someone else for help." You say, smugly.

He growls at you. Actually growls. You raise an eyebrow, otherwise unmoved. He groans, "Fine."

You wait patiently.

"Will you please help me..." He says, painfully, "... I can't reach it."

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What's up my darlings??? I'm back on my bullshit (kind of). The holiday burnout is still strong, but I'm working my way back into writing and whatnot. It'll be sporadic, probably be more vignettes and drabbles than actual fics/chapters, and asks are closed until I can catch up (sorry, I love you, and thank you for your patience to everyone waiting), but I'm HERE DAMNIT!!! 🤘🏻

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[moonmaiden1996]

Zoro as a romantic partner- My thoughts

Alright, hear me out.

Zoro, the stoic, sword-wielding badass of One Piece, doesn’t show the slightest interest in romance—at least not in any of the arcs I’ve read or watched. He’s far too focused on his goals, his loyalty to Luffy, and his never-ending quest to become the greatest swordsman in the world. But... what if?

I’ve been thinking about what kind of partner Zoro might have, and honestly, the idea that keeps popping into my head is less “typical romance” and more... Tatsu from The Way of the Househusband. If you’re unfamiliar, Tatsu is an infamous and feared yakuza boss, nicknamed "The Immortal Dragon," who (after literally defeating all his enemies) leaves the crime world to become a devoted househusband to the woman who once cared for his wounds.

Now, while Zoro definitely wouldn’t go full Sanji mode (because, let’s be real, Zoro cooking is a kitchen fire waiting to happen), there’s something about that protector-turned-househusband energy that feels surprisingly fitting.

Let’s pause for a second on the Sanji comparison. Sanji is all about charm, flirtation, and over-the-top devotion to every woman he meets. He’s a master chef who pours his heart into crafting meals and showering people with compliments. Zoro, on the other hand, would never lower himself to something he might see as “cooking duty.” It’s just not his style.

But here’s the twist: if someone did something genuinely kind for Zoro—like how Miku cared for Tatsu in The Way of the Househusband when he gets injured—I feel like Zoro would be smitten (or at least, as smitten as Zoro can get). He’d show his appreciation in his own gruff way, and his feelings would manifest through actions rather than words.

Zoro’s approach would be much more subtle, quiet, and honestly, a little rough around the edges—more of a “guard dog” than a “gentleman chef.” He’s the type of guy who lets you sleep on him, beats up Sanji to make sure your favorite meal gets cooked, and stares down anyone foolish enough to think they have a shot at you. It’s that unspoken but undeniable protection that makes the idea of Zoro as a partner so intriguing.

Zoro strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn’t even notice someone as a potential romantic partner unless they demonstrated qualities he deeply values—like loyalty, strength, or determination. He’s stubborn as hell, and most attempts at flirtation would probably fly right over his head. But the moment someone proved their worth to him in a way that resonates, those blinders would come off so fast, and suddenly... boom. Enter Zoro, househusband—but with a twist.

I see him as a fiercely protective presence—the ultimate guard dog for his partner. He’d be the type to wordlessly handle problems before they even reached his significant other, standing as an unshakable shield against the world. Whether it’s physical threats or emotional support, Zoro would embody dependability and unwavering commitment. And let’s not forget—if his partner is equally supportive of him, this man would be unstoppable.

In this hypothetical scenario, Zoro doesn’t lose his edge; instead, he channels his loyalty and protective instincts into a new kind of role. And honestly? That blend of strength, dedication, and quiet care makes for a dynamic that’s as compelling as it is unexpected.

What do you think? Could Zoro be the ultimate househusband in his own unique way? Or is he just too much of a lone wolf for any of this to work?

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hiii! Can I make a request for Charlie? I read your pregnant darling and im curious how it would play out when his s/o is giving birth. I love your fics btw and im a huge fan of your oc's!

Awe, thank you so much, I appreciate the support! And sure thing for the request, I hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Mafia Boss With An S/O Who’s Giving Birth

Technically GN! Reader because pronouns aren’t used but reader is pregnant so…presumed afab reader

Warnings: Reader is giving birth, pregnancy, medical stuff, needles, Charlie is Yandere but doesn’t really do a whole lot of insane stuff in this one, mentions of death and stuff going wrong but nothing bad happens don’t worry

(Also, I mentioned this in the pregnancy post but I’m gonna do it again here; In this scenario, reader is with Charlie willingly and he’s just Yandere for other reasons. I don’t fw the idea of a kidnapped darling being pregnant, that’s a hard limit for me even though I write darker content).

Divider credit goes to @konatasoup

Charlie’s spent the entirety of your pregnancy worrying about the day you’d finally give birth. He was excited of course, he can’t imagine not being overjoyed, but the prospect of anything going wrong absolutely terrifies him. What if there’s a complication with your pregnancy? What if the baby isn’t as healthy as his doctor says they are? What if you get severely hurt during the birthing process? What if you die? What if-

He tries to surpress his worries, he really does, but as the day draws closer, he can’t help but dwell on them. He does his best to distract himself with prepping everything you might need at the hospital and more importantly, sticking by you every second he possibly can, protecting you from any outward threats he can think of. If something’s gonna go wrong, it’s not gonna be because he failed to keep you safe. Whatever is in his control will be dealt with, you can bet on that.

When it comes time for you to give birth, he’s absolutely frantic, and doing a terrible job at hiding it. Sure, he’ll reassure you he’s fine, but his frantic scrambling to get everything in the car and his nearly erratic driving prove otherwise. You’ll have to spend as much time reassuring him as he does reassuring you, because that man is not calming down any time soon.

However… he does make a pitstop to get your favorite food before you enter the hospital. He’s been told that it might be a while before you can eat again and he’s not about to let you go hungry, so whatever you want, he’ll get (despite his nerves). As long as you aren’t in a ton of pain and ok with him getting you food, he’s happy to provide for you.

Once you get to the hospital, he’s borderline harassing any nurse he can find, demanding you be taken in as soon as possible. He only slightly relaxes once you get into the labor room where you’ll be taken care of, but even then, he’s still shaking wildly, asking every single nurse and doctor what they’re doing to you as they’re doing it. You can’t blame the guy though, he has no idea what’s going on, and he loves you too much to play around with you and your child’s health.

He’ll hold your hand throughout all your contractions, no matter how hard you squeeze. He would really prefer you get an epidural because it kills him to see you in any amount of pain, and you better believe that you’re gonna get it as quick as possible if that’s what you want, but if you want to have the baby naturally, he’ll respect the decision, letting you grip him for dear life throughout the pain. He knows contractions are part of the process, but it still freaks him out to see you go through them, even if you and the nurses tell him you’ll be fine.

Once the baby starts really coming out, he’s on the verge of passing out. There’s nurses everywhere, you’re clearly in pain as you push, people are talking, machines are beeping, there’s a chemical smell overpowering his senses, you’re squeezing his hand for dear life-

Aaaaandddd there he goes.

He passes out right next to you, but he comes back after a second or two, groggy but alert. He might pass out again later, but for now, he focuses all his attention on you, reassuring you that you’re doing so well, and that he can’t wait to meet your child. He’s extremely lightheaded the entire time you’re pushing your kid out, but he does his best to stay focused, too anxious to purposefully allow himself to slip away.

Then he hears your kid crying, and he’s sees a fleshy blob get carried away to be cleaned off, and the biggest rush of relief hits him so hard he starts letting out a couple tears of his own. His child’s here, they’re here and you’re both fine. Nothing went wrong, everything’s ok, and he’s a father now, a real father. He has a kid!

While the doctor’s are making sure your baby is all right, Charlie focuses all his attention on you. You’re exhausted, as expected, but you find enough energy to smile up at Charlie, and he can’t help but smile back. He squeezes your hand reassuringly and pours out soft praises, reminding you how much he loves and you and how excited he is to be a dad.

Charlie spends the rest of the hospital visit absolutely giddy, almost vibrating with his excitement and joy. He watches you hold your kid with the biggest grin on his face, holding out his finger for the baby to grab onto as the two of you coo over them. He can’t keep his eyes away from you two, his gaze landing between your happy face and his baby’s face, trying to soak in every detail, until it’s permanently burned into his memory.

And then you pass the baby to him, saying he should get a turn to hold your kid, and he just melts. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he cradles the tiny human he helped create, absolutely petrified at the prospect of dropping them but beyond jubilant that he finally gets to hold the kid he’s been waiting to meet for so long. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let them go, he’s only known them for a little bit, but he already loves them more than anything in the world (other than you).

Charlie doesn’t really know what the future holds, especially considering his job. But he makes a vow right then and there that no matter what happened, he’s gonna keep his kid as safe and happy as possible, even if that means shielding them from his career as much as possible.

He looks over to you, baby in arm, and smiles. He’ll keep his family safe. He swears it on his life.

I hope you enjoyed!

[mpsansy]

Holding Life In Your Arms

Not really an mind blowing thought, but I just wanted to think about a scenario where the group finds an abandoned baby near the woods. In such a case, the baby is of tabaxi origin.

(I tried to be accurate here, I really did :( )

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Gricko:

Pff- this is obviously not new territory for him at all...

It kind of is, but he's trying not to freak out as this little thing stays bundled up in his arms

Even with sharp nails, you can be sure that this goblin is the most gentle as can be. Keeping the baby secure and safe as they continue to nap away.

"Aw just look at em! They don't even got their eyes open yet. Who'd leave such a sweet baby out here?" It's certainly a valid question.

Hootsie is intrigued and looks at the baby her father has in his arms. Closely seeing him cradle them.

"Now remember Hootsie, this is a baby. We have to be very gentle and very quiet, okay?" She'd quietly hoot and just sit by her father. Watching very carefully.

Kremy:

He didn't expect any baby to be found out here. But suppose if they never came the direction that they did, the poor infant would've surely died. A statement he makes aloud.

No one in the group likes hearing that from him, but it's true. In the meantime, he's a bit lost on what to do.

The first thing that immediately comes to mind is getting all the dirt from off them and the blanket they're swaddled in. With a sharp snap of the fingers, he wakes the baby up momentarily before it soon falls back asleep.

"Kremy, you should've seen your face, man. You looked completely horrified. Hehehe!"

Gideon's no help on the matter. Getting the gator to twist his head at the other who, very casually, turns the other cheek. Chuckling before turning his direction back to Kremy and the little infant.

All Kremy can really do is awkwardly hold the baby the second he has them. Gricko would then instruct him on the proper way and once he has it, he can feel it. Their little shifts as they get comfortable in his hold. Sleeping soundly.

His face did happen to soften up at that moment. You could've sworn that he whispered something along the lines of:

"It'll be alright now. We're not going to abandon you."

Gideon:

He's really not one for holding babies. Sure, he's held Hootsie and Gricko. But never an actual baby.

It almost feels as though this little life has been out here for hours. So cold in his hold that it nearly gave him a fear that this baby was already gone. Thankfully he was wrong as he can see them fussing and face scrunched up.

As cold as they were, he made sure to be their warmth. Keeping them nice and secure in his hold. His body was already warm, so to this infant it was just a perfect recipe for going back to sleep.

It was just so small in his hold. So of course he'd be gentle in his movements. Not that he'd accidentally drop them, but he'll be honest, the thought did hit him and got a bead of sweat to pop up on his forehead.

Torbek:

Nope. Nu-uh.

Torbek knows not to get close to them. Not in fear of them. It's more in fear of himself. He doesn't want to harm this little baby. He'll just stick to observing as his friends get a chance to hold the baby.

As he gets close, he can't help but wonder why someone would dump a baby out here. Mr. Kremy's words in the beginning weren't so helpful. Causing him to look on in discomfort before relaxing.

It was really cute, and though he wanted to announce this happily he had to adjust his tone. As to not shock the little thing.

Morning Frost:

He'll be just as lost as the rest. Wondering about a multitude of things. Thoughts brewing in his head rapidly as he paces about the area they found the infant.

"Was there a note around here about them?"

"Did the parents abandon this child deliberately?"

"Were the parents perhaps taken? The infant taken??"

Tail whipping from behind before eventually relaxing and finally putting his attention on all his friends all huddled around the infant.

They seemed much more at peace now with them, but even so it got something in Frost to worry. So many dangers were already inflicted upon them so far, and to now have a literal infant by there side?

Can't say he's not wrong to be concerned.

It's a weird feeling he has now. But he sincerely wants to anything to keep this little life safe. And just as he finally has a turn to hold them, the infant will immediately warm up to Frost. Wiggling to get as close to him as possible.

[ropebuny]

when you roleplay like that, aren't you ever scared they will actually do those things (or do you want that maybe, some people do i guess?)? because when i've talked to guys, like in a more serious way and talking about meeting up irl, i always chicken out. how do you know they won't permanently injure you, or rape you, or even kill you if you do meet them? sadly i've heard a couple of stories of girls who have met with guys from tumblr and actually been raped, murdered and even chopped up. like yes, i've only read about two such cases but it still scares me. i can't help but get off to certain things, and i wish i could meet someone and have a safe play time irl.. but it gets too scary because all of those times i've heard women being raped for real or murdered after haunt me, i don't want that to be me. how do you know if you can trust them and meet up with them without them actually breaking your legs (for example) like you roleplay about? also i am sorry if i just seem dramatic or sensitive or something, i do know that some people actually want to meet someone and be permanently injured and traumatized after (like some people do enjoy that). so sorry if that's the case... you just talk about wanting to feel safe and such, so i just thought i'd ask... because most times when i even express the fear people only belittle me for being so whiny and scared 😭 i've also tried vanilla relationships, but like you've expressed i always feel like i need something more. sorry for the long ask and if i bother you, i don't even expect an answer tbh, but i just thought i'd try to ask for some advice still

I definitely get scared sometimes during roleplay or after it or when I start thinking about it just in general sometimes. unfortunately, you can never be too safe :( someone can seem like the best person to ever walk this earth, and they can still end up hurting you. some people are great at disguising their true self, or sometimes you’re just too blinded by love to notice all the red flags that keep popping up and you unfortunately walk directly into the monster’s lair.

if you feel that you can’t speak up / voice your concerns to your dom, especially during roleplay, you are NOT safe with this person. you should feel completely confident and secure in the fact that if you voice any disdain to what’s happening, they will stop immediately. but again, unfortunately some people do stop immediately but then when you meet up with them, they get “carried away” (they usually use something like this as an excuse, I remember after my high school boyfriend raped me he used that as an excuse as to why he did what he did) and can severely hurt you.

the other night, while me and dad were in the middle of some hard-ish roleplay, I said stoppp because I was embarrassed. and their voice softened immediately and they asked “was that too much ? did you not like that ?” which made my heart flutter and really helped calm my nerves down and reassured me that they genuinely care about me. and then yesterday, I was feeling super insecure and was overthinking a lot and dad spent literal hours on call with me calming me down and reassuring me. if you’re ever with someone and you don’t feel comfy enough to voice your concerns, especially during roleplay because you might worry that they’ll have a bad reaction, please think twice whether you’re with the right person. a good dom, especially when dealing with hard kinks and scenarios, should never make you feel uncomfortable to speak up. and again, unfortunately some people are great at disguising themselves, so you can never be too sure :( which is honestly heartbreaking

unfortunately, hard kink has a lot of real predators and evil people who disguise themselves as just being ‘hard doms’ when in reality they are abusers hiding behind kink, so they can get away with hurting and traumatising others

I unfortunately do not have a lot of good insightful advice to give you because like I said, no matter what.. people can be amazing liars and amazing at pretending to be someone they’re not :( I just really want to stress the point that if you EVER feel that your dom has disrespected you in such an irresponsible manner that it is irredeemable, for example ignoring your usage of the safeword and continuing anyway, never taking your concerns seriously (for example if you tell them that you don’t feel like being sexual currently, but they keep turning the conversation sexual), if they come off as selfish constantly (for example, only ever engaging in sexual conversations with you and never anything else. and when you don’t feel like being sexual, they stop talking to you, only coming back later when you’re in the mood again), never taking the time to calm you down and reassure you (even if it takes hours, they shouldn’t blow up at you for it !!!!!! you are engaging in something serious, something very taboo and sensitive, and you can soooo easily be triggered really bad or dissociate from reality, and they should never undermine your feelings or call you overreactive when it comes to this !!!!), constantly disrespecting your limits / boundaries (this is a tell tale sign that if they can’t respect smaller boundaries, they won’t respect bigger ones either).

another red flag is if they never want to talk about politics or where exactly they stand with certain issues, like feminism or abortion rights or how they feel about certain political parties, etc. you should always be very aware of your dom’s morals and political beliefs !!!!! if they are against abortion, red flag. if they genuinely support the patriarchy, red flag. if they are transphobic, do you really want to be with this person on such an intimate and vulnerable level, knowing how hateful they are to certain groups ??? like what are their motives for being so hateful, too ? REALLY get to know them on a personal level and get to know their morals and political / humanitarian values.

and make sure to never jump the gun !!!!!! always take your time !!!! and be skeptical of anyone who is trying to get to meet with you immediately. if they truly love and value you, they will wait for you !!!!!! they will wait to meet up until you feel completely secure and comfortable !!!!!! never let someone bribe you into meeting up, or guilt trip you into meeting up. they can have really really bad intentions.

if they never talk about how much they love you and praise you and build you up as a person, if they never talk about how they also want to go on cutesy dates and take cute naps with you and cuddle with you, etc. when you meet up… if it’s ONLY sexual talk, especially hard and triggering kinks……….. that’s a red flag that they only want one thing from you, and don’t actually value you as a person. that they don’t care for you outside of what you have to offer them in terms of kink, and how you can satisfy them and what all you’d let them do to you.

especially when they’re SUPER keen on doing a specific thing with you that you have already told them multiple times you aren’t interested in. while, yeah sure sometimes partners can open your mind to different ideas and kinks that previously you never would have been into, but if they’re like. obsessive ???? over getting you to do something that you do NOT want to do….. stay away from that person !!!! it reminds me of my high school ex who was extremely into anal and I kept telling him I wasn’t ready / interested, but every single time we had sex he’d beg and beg me to try. even when I said no, he didn’t give up and keep begging. after some time, he got fed up with it and just forced it upon me and raped me anally. I’ve always been iffy and sensitive about anal since. and I’d get sexual with doms on here and they’d bring up anal, and I would explain to them that it’s not something I feel comfortable with, yet. and so often they’d just ignore my disdain for it and keep going with it, because THEY liked it. they didn’t care that I didn’t. these types of people are bad and evil. going all corny dom like “ohhh idc if you like it, what matters is that I do” blahblah……. if your dom doesn’t check in on you, doesn’t ask for a safeword check up, doesn’t care to check whether or not you want to continue, doesn’t care about your triggers / limits / concerns….. they do not value you as a person. and you should stay far away from them.

before meeting up with anyone, truly truly truly make sure that you feel entirely confident and secure. tell your friends and family where you’re going, take extra precautions to be safe (ask them to share their id or even criminal record history, talk to their friends and get to know their friend circle more to know the kind of people they surround themselves with, etc). if something feels off, TRUST that gut feeling !!!!!! your body can sense danger, you need to listen to your body. make sure your friends like this person too, that they don’t have major concerns regarding them.

and you are definitely not being sensitive or dramatic at all, and the fact that others have called you that for bringing up this issue ???? which is a VERY serious problem, especially in the kink community. is absolutely insane to me, and quite heartless. it’s always so important to stress that these kinks are fantasy only, because unfortunately some doms on here do not treat them as such !!!!!! like so many doms hide behind having a patriarchy kink solely, but in reality they genuinely see women as inferior to men and solely as objects to be used and abused. it’s a very very serious issue in general but especially in this community because someone’s entire blog can be a love letter to femicide, misogyny, hating and abusing women, etc….. and no one bats an eye, because ‘oh it’s just a kink’ :( these evil people can soo easily blend into this group of doms, when they aren’t actually respecting what it takes for kink to be safe and consensual.

if you’re dom can’t even go a day without being sexual, or if they can’t even hold themselves back from being sexual even when you have expressed that you aren’t in the mood / aren’t feeling up for it, are depressed, want to be soft etc. get away from them. they only value the sexual aspect of you, but not you as a person. and this alludes to them possibly assaulting you in the future since they just can’t seem to Not be sexual all the time, even when you don’t want it.

if anyone else reading this has any other red flags that pop into their mind, or maybe some lesser known ones that they never see being talked about, please contribute to this discussion !!!!! it’d be greatly appreciated

[raincitygirl76]

Like @crownedwille I would’ve been interested to see the threads which were set up in 2.06 actually play out instead of being retconned. To my mind, the 4 biggest wild cards are: Alexander, August, that pesky computer from the library that the royal Court IT specialists took away, and the media/public reaction:

Under normal circumstances, Sara’s allegation to the police in 2.06 would’ve resulted in an investigation, and August would’ve at the very least been questioned (and almost certainly would’ve refused to say anything without a lawyer present). We know August had a plan for if the other Eriksson sibling went to the police: get Alexander to take the fall for his crime.

The question becomes, after the police visit Hillerska to question August, does that trigger Alexander to “confess”? Taking the fall for a video involving a poor, powerless non-resident and an unknown third party is a very different ask from taking the fall for a video the Crown Prince has publicly confirmed he was in. There’s a whole lot more publicity, and a whole lot more negative consequences. Let’s look at 2 possible scenarios:

Alexander Scenario Option A: 

Alexander chickens out and doesn’t take the fall for August. He hates Wilhelm, but he doesn’t actually LIKE August. He and August just have a mutual goal of humiliating Wilhelm, but August has bullied Alexander in the past. When it actually comes to “confessing” to the police, Alexander loses his nerve. Probably more afraid of his parents’ predictable fury than of legal consequences if he confesses:

Logically, if August doesn’t get bailed out by Alexander right away as he expects, August will likely try to implicate Alexander to encourage him to confess. Say he was drunk that night and lost his phone, and Alexander returned it to him. The timing doesn’t actually work, because Alexander was caught with the bag of drugs before August filmed Wilhelm and Simon through the window. But those are minor details. August will want the police to have an alternate suspect, and will do his best to provide one.

The police have an eyewitness to August actually uploading the video to the internet, so who took it in the first place isn’t as relevant as who distributed it. That said, Sara is August’s ex-girlfriend and they only just broke up. A skilled lawyer like Rickard could cast doubt on her eyewitness testimony, say she’s lying to get revenge on her ex. I would expect a BRUTAL cross-examination of Sara if the case ever made it to trial. Sara’s evidence happens to be true, but her subsequent relationship with August makes her a less than ideal witness for the prosecution. As does the fact that she knew for months August was the culprit before calling the police, and initially used her knowledge to cut a deal with August. The police may believe she’s telling the truth, but they won’t be able to use her as the linchpin of the case. 

That said, Sara’s allegations would definitely be enough to start an investigation and get a court order to seize August’s phone. Sara also knows about the dead pixels in the video matching the dead pixels in August’s Instagram posts, so she will tell the police that. And they will easily be able to confirm that the video came from August’s phone.

An Alexander who doesn’t want to take the fall after all has 2 choices: he can either play it like he has no idea what August is talking about, or he can actively tell the police that August recruited him to take the fall. I’m 99% sure he’ll play it the first way. It’s safer, just on the off chance August ends up king someday.   

Alexander was off Hillerska premises before the video was uploaded, having already been expelled. He would’ve been back in Stockholm or wherever his parents live, getting yelled at. So he wouldn’t have had access to August’s phone. Alexander’s parents would hire lawyers to protect his reputation. They would point out that Alexander was caught by a teacher before the video was filmed. Remember, August tries to get back into Forest Ridge using Alexander’s window which was supposed to be left open for him. But it was closed because Alexander had already been caught with the drugs. So Alexander couldn’t have uploaded the video, and he couldn’t have filmed it. He will not be a suspect for long, and the police will return their attention to August.

Alexander Scenario Option B:

As soon as the police arrive at Hillerska to question August, Alexander obediently confesses to the crime as planned.

Alexander is arrested, but his irate parents quickly arrive with expensive lawyers (as a minor, the police can’t speak to him without a parent present). Eventually Alexander’s claim to have committed the crime is demolished by the lawyers, because he didn’t have the opportunity to film or upload the video.

Even if Alexander privately explains to his parents that he has a deal with August and they can expect the gratitude of the royal court if he takes the fall, his parents are highly unlikely to let him do this. They will be justifiably skeptical of August’s grand but vague promises, especially given that August is only royalty adjacent.

Ulf Brage and his wife will also fearful of their son’s name leaking to the public, and being linked to the Crown Prince’s video. Yes, Alexander is a minor, so the professional media can’t report his name, but information about an underage suspect will likely quickly circulate on social media. Including his name. The lawyers will ensure Alexander is exonerated on practical grounds quite fast, since he had no opportunity to commit either crime (the filming, and the distribution). 

Alexander’s parents won’t be determined to see him exonerated out of pure, unselfish love for him. Having their son prosecuted for the Crown Prince’s video would be social suicide for THEM as well. Everybody in high society would know it was Ulf Brage’s son who outed the Crown Prince with that sordid video. Ulf is socially ambitious enough that he paid a large bribe to Hillerska to un-expel Alexander. The last thing he’ll want is his son being mixed up in yet another scandal, particularly since Alexander’s story will quickly fall apart under scrutiny.

Even if Alexander sincerely wants to fulfil his bargain with August, I don’t see his parents being willing to let him be the sacrificial lamb. And the lawyers will be taking their orders from Ulf, who’s paying their bills, rather than from Alexander himself.   

Alexander likely being cleared fast doesn’t improve the case against August (Sara is still a problematic witness), but he will soon go back to being the prime suspect. And the dead pixels will come back to haunt him. 

And the police will also know August was mixed up with Alexander getting caught with drugs. Yes, August can use the pill bottle with Micke’s name on it against Simon, but that doesn’t magically invalidate any of the evidence against August himself. Simon isn’t the police’s cooperating witness, Sara is, and Sara wasn’t mixed up in the drugs. No doubt the police will take a keen interest in August’s allegations against Simon, but that will be a separate case. 

There are still 3 more wild cards to discuss, but I’ve written enough for one day. Please feel free to pick holes in this. I’m sure there are things I haven’t thought of. Also, I've been focusing mainly on what you might call the case for the prosecution. There could be things I haven't thought of that would mitigate the harm to August of the things @crownedwille and I have brought up.

S3 alternatives/rewrite ideas: What if the truth about the video came out and August got exposed? What if Hillerska investigations looked different?

My preferred s3 outcome would've been August being actually punished and his actions having tangible consequences so let's think about that! Also 'fixing' a whole lot of other storylines and plot holes that are connected to that so here we go!

Disclaimer: This post is not looking for explanations or defenses in favor of s3 plots so please only interact if you're open and willing to fantasise and theorise and spin this imaginative story further and have fun with it

I also wanna link to this post by @raincitygirl76 that kind of addresses this whole bit and has some really valid points in my opinion.

This post by @resipsaloquitace also mentions some important plot holes I'm addressing here.

The background: Wilhelm has admitted to being in the video with Simon in front of live cameras and phones for everyone to hear and it's probably being spread like wildfire on the internet already. After the first shocked reactions, I imagine the second one would be "who the hell posted that video?"

The fact that apparently no one in all of Sweden or the rest of the world (because we know this 'scandal' has been international news and the crown prince of Sweden coming out wouldn't be any different) has seemed to ask the question of "who did it?" and tried to figure it out is just completely unrealistic. People care! We know they do, the way Wille's scandals were treated before are proof of that! And he wasn't even the heir to the throne yet during one of them! Imagine how much bigger it would be now that somebody did this humiliating thing to their Crown Prince! Wouldn't you want to know as a normal citizen and think there should be justice and consequences for that person?

The conspiracy theories would probably run rampant on social media and if Felice can figure it out after only a few days, then millions of people on the internet will be able to do the same. And millions of people are damn better detectives than just Felice. Not to mention there would probably be journalists diving deeper into this and articles discussing it, wanting to be the one to drop the ultimate exposing story.

Now that that's established, let's get to the alternatives/rewrite part of it: What would a realistic and accurate punishment look like?How would that exposé come along and what would happen when August is found out?

What about Sara's report? What if that actually meant something and the police is now involved and it's tricky and not so easy to brush under the rug? In one way or another, legally or publically, August won't get away with it. Sara is a witness after all. So even if August wouldn't get charged and be registered as a sex offender, there should at least be an effort made and a logical reason be found for that instead of ignoring what happened in the s2 finale because it's inconvenient now. The settlement in the show was too simple and easy for me and I feel like an entire writer's room should've been smart enough and come up with something.

We're talking about a crime committed against the crown prince first and foremost, that won't be taken lightly by the police, it's a matter of the country and if you will, also about politics. They have no political power but we're still talking about the son of the Head of State. They could consider this child pornography and a hate crime committed against the projected future Head of State and August essentially barely gets a slap on the wrist?

And also no mention of his estate Årnäs and Rousseau, the horse he bought? Oh and Alexander who was made the scape goat in the entire thing and then was completely dismissed in s3 like that never happened? I'm definitely open for suggestions how all that could be handled differently and all of these elements that were introduced in the s2 finale could be brought up and tied together in a more cohesive, satisfying way.

Of course this also asks the question - how does it affect August's storyline this season? Is he anxious and terrified of the truth coming out beforehand now that he can no longer control it and it's only a matter of time? And what about him after the truth came out? Will he actually learn from the consequences? Could he realise being rich and of noble birth does not protect you and lets you get away with things? Could it even be a good thing for his character and he could finally understand the real damage he has caused to Wilhelm and especially Simon and try and make up for it? Maybe he could heal even when the world is against him and his perfect image is shattered. Maybe that's exactly what he needs, to reconstruct himself. He doesn't need this facade anymore and has to figure himself out in the future without the pressure and significance he put on titles and performance now that it's no longer important.

Or if you just want to see him be punished and suffer the consequences with no healing in sight, this plot could still work. He will be stripped of his estate and the money, his name will have no worth anymore and be associated with shame and Wille and Simon can get actual justice for the crime committed against them and his place in the royal family will be taken away and they never have to deal with him interfering with their lives again.

And how does the royal court handle it before and after? How do their plans change of making August the back up now that that's no longer a viable option? Would the public question their involvement, would they be accused of covering it up and would the trust in the royal family go down? What kind of constitutional crisis could potentially arise from that? The show didn't dare get into that but let's get into that! Are they trying damage control, bring Simon and Wille into the spotlight to focus on their new progressive, modern royal couple or are they trying to keep them on the down low away from the press? What things might have to change and what will they do to keep Wilhelm in this position? What are they willing to do?

Another part are the Hillerska investigations that were a badly executed and unnecessary added drama plot in my opinion but if we keep it in this rewrite, they could be instead about the video logically. Simon and Wille were filmed in Wille's Hillerska dorm room and the person that filmed them must have been another student so that means the school is responsible and that could be really embarrassing for them.

Would the students be investigated? Would the whole day/the time the video was filmed be investigated? Would the society party be relevant and brought up again? Would the exclusive society that hinged on secrecy be exposed for what it is, promoting elitist, classist behavior and using it to consume drugs and alcohol? It would've been a good way to bring the Society back and also tie it to the s1 storylines since we had no mention of it again after that and it felt like a weirdly dropped plothole.

I bet there is a lot of attention and scrutiny Hillerska would receive after all that. How could they let this recording happen, the school doesn't seem to be safe etc. I think it would've been a logical step and feel more cohesive if the school's reputation was smeared because of the things we know have happened within the show's narrative and make it about that instead of making up a past event that has never been relevant before and was semi-retconning multiple character arcs and was put there as a shocking plot twist for drama.

This is a lot and I'm just putting these questions out there, maybe there's not an answer to all of it or there are a lot more questions to be put and it could be spun even further. And also maybe there isn't a case closed kind of solution to some of them but more an open 'what could happen after the show?' kind of implied ending (the future of Hillerska and the monarchy in the stars for example). And if anyone wants to add ideas or suggestions to this 'rewrite' (or actually rewrite it) I'm all ears!

[coldflasher]

okay but re. that post about elseworlds!barry realizing that oliver woke up in bed with iris... if we coldflashed this, i feel that crossover event would have gone VERY differently because you're not telling me that leonard snart wouldn't have realized there was something wrong the second he woke up in bed with oliver queen

like picture this: you're leonard snart. you have years of trauma, hypervigilance, and experience surviving dangerous men (and, ultimately, being one). and you fall asleep next to barry, the man you love---who, don't get me wrong, IS dangerous, but is in most situations seemingly unaware of it; who appears nonthreatening and harmless unless riled, who, most of the time, just seems like a sweet and normal guy---and you wake up next to... something else. something that looks like barry, and sounds like barry... if you aren't paying attention.

this is a thing that walks without making a sound, like it has years of experience sneaking around and moves that way by default (like len does); it turns into a statue at the slightest sound and doesn't even seem to breathe. barry is always crackling with frenetic, fidgety energy, even when he sleeps; he has nightmares and thrashes until the covers are bunched up around him, but this thing slept stiff as a board, flat on its back without moving a muscle and barely wrinkled the sheets. this thing is wary, and quiet, and it moves like a killer, with a killer's instincts. and it's looking around their bedroom like it's never seen this room in its life

and len would KNOW.

[ffcrazy15]

"Oh so when James Kirk refuses to believe in no-win scenarios it's 'changing the conditions of the test' and 'commendable original thinking,' but when I, Bradward Boimler, can't accept the possibility of failure and retake the Kobiyashi Maru sixteen times–"

[karamell-sweetz]

you know what guys. after this whole thing goes down, i hope we get the ACTUAL kamiyama school festival and it is a very good comparison to the first one. where we can see clearly how much mizuki has grown since that first event in january 2021, since that first school festival in middle school.

and i hope mizuki gets to have fun with her friends and can hang out with ena. and i hope ena has fun too. i hope she gets to tease akito, forge bonds with her classmates at the fried squid stall, and hopefully get roped into a dumb show with the oddballs 1 2. i hope this is ena’s pandemonium. i hope we all can have a little bit of joy and whimsy while getting to see how much the gang’s lives have changed at this point.

and i hope rui is a little worried for mizuki — i sincerely hope he is somewhere in mizu5, quietly waiting by the rooftop like he always has for her. but by the end of the schoolfes event he can look at mizuki, her whole face bright as all eight students in our little kamikou main cast gang come down from the rooftop (for one last time maybe, but we don’t talk about graduation in front of rui… unless ofc we bring it up this event) and he can say “you’ve come such a long way, haven’t you, mizuki? i’m happy for you.”

[yuwuta]

i get critiquing plot holes and power differences/disadvantages and systemic things like sexism and sexualization/fetishization and racism in manga and stories in general, and i also understand loving your favorite character and wanting a certain outcome for them, but it's always a little bonkers to me that people geniuenly believe they could have come up with better endings or outcomes than the authors themselves... like i know people get attached to their favs and everything but manga and story telling is an artform and it's art that's created by a real life person who chooses to share their story with you there is no "better" ending that you could have come up with because you couldn't have come up with those characters in the first place! sure you think you could worm them around in better scenarios but even that is wishful thinking because you couldn't have, wouldn't have, and didn't come up with the world and scenes around them to navigate them in canon in the first place! idk i get wishful thinking and hopes and cracking jokes and fix-it fics and ships all that but sometimes i feel like people need to be humble and take a step back lol.... it's not your story and there's nothing for you to change, much less publicly scream about how the author fucked up just bc your favorite character didnt end up how you wanted them to.... and if u feel that strongly just like... do it in your own little online or irl community lol there's no need to scream on the internet every 3 months about how u think the mangaka who gave u the character u love so much is a piss poor artist

[savage-rhi]

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