#people are allowed to want to have babies

[plutoslastwords]

I love ur baby Norris fic smmmm

Can you do one where she gets hurt or smth and Oscar is there to help her and he is the only one she wants to look after her xx

bring your kid to work day (gone wrong)

lando norris x daughter!reader, oscar piastri x norris!daughter!reader

summary: baby norris has an accident when visiting the mtc, who will she listen to? not her dad!

warnings: slight description of a broken wrist

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: ahh tysm for requesting! i hope you like it 😁 thank you everyone for so much love on lost and found <3 keep the requests coming!

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Unfortunately, children were not technically allowed at the Mclaren Technology Centre. To make matters worse, the only random uni student Lando had found willing to look after his daughter for 8 hours for the next few days had cancelled. It didn’t help that Max F, Lando’s only friend currently living in London, was in Brazil either.

Therefore, Lando had no choice but to take you to the MTC with him, making special arrangements with Zak and Andrea that you’d be on your best behaviour, you were an angel! (Most of the time..)

That brings us to now, you are strapped in the backseat of Lando’s car, in your booster seat, as he drives to the MTC, babbling excitedly about what you’re going to do today. 

“Gonna see Osc, Daddy!” you squeal, evidencing your adoration for the Aussie driver, who for some reason you’ve been completely attached to since the moment he joined the team. It's quite strange if you think about it, the quiet, reserved Australian and the hyperactive, excitable 3 year old, but he too is very fond of you.

“Yeah, baby, you gonna give him a big hug?” Lando coos at your excitement, he finds it endearing how much you love Oscar, and it also gives him an excuse to put babysitting duties onto his teammate.

You nod rapidly in response to his question, then completely forgetting about Oscar and going on to chatter about something that had happened at nursery a couple days prior.

Soon enough, Lando pulls his car into the MTC’s carpack, jumping out and coming round to unbuckle you and haul you into his arms, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You gonna be Daddy’s good girl, angel?” He asks as he walks into the building, bouncing you gently in his arms.

“Yes daddy!” You cheer in excitement, you were ecstatic to be able to visit your daddy’s work, your tiny face plastered with a massive grin.

“My best girl..” He murmurs as he greets some people with a small nod, making a beeline for his office, where you’ll stay whilst he works. He plops you down on the sofa that he has, grabbing your iPad from his bag and putting on a movie for you to watch.

“Okay baby, Daddy’s just going to go to a meeting, I won’t be long, if you need anything then Zak’s office is just next door, I love you my darling.” Too engrossed in your movie to speak, you simply nod and wave at him as he leaves.

In normal circumstances, Lando would never leave you completely by yourself for an extended period of time, but these were dire circumstances and he trusted that he knew enough people at Mclaren who would look out for you if you decided to pull an escaping act.

After about 20 minutes of watching your movie, you got bored, you had already seen this one before, and the songs weren’t as good when your daddy wasn’t singing them with you. You try to entertain yourself by playing some games that you have downloaded on your iPad, but even they did not give you the thrill and excitement that you need.

You remember in the car when your daddy said that Oscar was gonna be here today, but he hasn’t come to see you yet, a pout formed across your face at that realisation. Therefore, you climbed off the sofa, and decided to toddle around the MTC in search of the Australian driver.

With hindsight, Lando thinks that maybe he should’ve sent an email warning Mclaren employees that his daughter was going to make a guest appearance that day, because no one batted an eye as you wandered around the factory in search for Oscar.

You think you’re making progress, something in your 3 year old brain is telling you that Oscar is close, when you trip on your own feet, hurtling down to the floor right onto your wrist.

You let out a blood curdling screech, as pain shoots up your tiny wrist, immediately bursting into dramatic sobs, wailing as you sit on the floor clutching your arm. 

Luckily, you must have been blessed with the gift of prophecy, because as it so happens, Oscar was around this part of the building for his lunch break, stopping in his tracks when he heard your scream. Lando had said something about bringing you in this week… he thought, as he beelined to the source of the cries.

“Oh bug, what’s happened here!?” He exclaims worriedly, scooping you up into his arms as you continue to sob. You don’t make any coherent response, possibly something about your ‘wist’, but Oscar knows that you’re in pain and that is enough for him.

“Okay baby, I’m gonna get you to your daddy, okay?” He tries to put on his best soothing voice, but in reality he is slightly panicking as he holds his teammate's daughter in a bundle in his arms whilst she cries her eyes out.

You shake your head furiously at that, hot tears still rolling down your little face, “Don’t want daddy!!” You screech, your daddy had left you! You just wanted Oscar.

Oscar doesn’t really know what to do, and your screams will soon start to attract attention, so he can’t just be standing in the middle of the hallway doing nothing. He brushes his free hand over the top of your head, trying to calm you down with a soothing motion as he coos soft words at you, “Shh, baby, ‘M not gonna do anything you don’t want me to, breathe sweetheart…”

He decides his best bet is to first bring you back to his office, and calling Lando from there, he knows he’s got some ice in there that he can put on your small wrist, which is quickly swelling and turning a purplish colour, which he decides is probably not a good sign.

Still whispering sweet words to you, he takes your sobbing form to his office, gently sitting you on his own couch and putting some ice on your wrist, cooing soothing words as you complain about the cold.

He then grabs his phone, quickly dialing Lando’s number. “Hey mate, you think you could come to my office, gotta slight problem here…”

Ever the protective dad, Lando immediately picks up on your wails from the other end of the line, “What the fuck is going on?!? I- I’m on my way.” He hangs up before Oscar can explain that no, he has not intentionally harmed his daughter.

In a matter of seconds, much quicker than his usual pace, Oscar notes, Lando is in his office, kneeling at your side. “Angel, what happened? Tell daddy what happened, where does it hurt?” He shoots questions at you.

You just shake your head at him, reaching your good arm for Oscar.

Oscar stands there awkwardly, stuck between his teammate’s betrayed expression and your sweet, sad, big, adorable eyes… he gives in, coming to sit next to you and pulling you into his lap.

“You gonna tell me and your daddy what happened, sweet girl?” He asks softly, smoothing your hair over.

Through hiccups and sobs you manage a few words “T-Tripped! Wrist is sore…” you sniffle, snuggling into Oscar’s lap.

“Your wrist, baby?” Lando asks, “Can you show daddy?”

You just hide your face in Oscar’s chest, shaking your head, and Lando just looks at Oscar slightly helplessly, his own daughter won’t even talk to him…

“You gotta show your daddy otherwise it won’t get better, sweetheart…” Oscar murmurs to you, feeling pity on Lando.

You sniffle but reluctantly pull out your wrist from where you’ve been hiding it from under the ice to show Lando, who has to suppress a gasp - for your sake - at how bad it really is. Oscar’s eyes widen also, as he exchanges a glance with Lando about what they are going to have to do.

Oscar, gently places his hands over your little ears, “You think you should take her to the hospital…? It looks broken…” Lando just nods grimly, the hospital was not his favourite place as a kid and since you’re practically his carbon copy he doesn’t think you’ll be a massive fan either. 

“Angel, daddy’s gonna take you to the doctor’s, okay?” Lando says as soothingly as possible as Oscar releases your ears, “They’re gonna make it all better and then it won’t hurt anymore, I promise..”

You think about it for a moment, you’re not a massive fan of the idea, but your wrist is really sore, and if your daddy is saying that they’re gonna make it better…

“Oscar come.” You decide. Oscar releases a strangled noise of surprise from his throat, and Lando’s eyebrows raise slightly.

“You want Oscar to come..?” He asks, you just nod, your mind was made up and there was no altering your decision. “I- baby, Oscar is very busy, he probably doesn’t have the time to come to the doctors, but daddy will be there, okay?”

You glare at him.

“I- uhm, I don’t mind coming if it’s gonna make her happy..” Oscar interrupts the one sided glaring match that you’re having with your dad.

“Really? I don’t want to disrupt your day, mate, I mean she’s already taken enough of your time today…” Lando starts.

“No, no, I’m sure, I could use a break from work anyway.” You grin at that, like you had never even broken your wrist at all, as long as Oscar was coming with you to the doctors.

So that is how Lando and Oscar ended up at the local emergency room, Lando holding you tightly whilst you grumbled something about wanting to be with Oscar. Either the lady working the desk recognised them and was too starstruck to deny them a doctor, or she saw your grumpy face and decided she didn’t want a screaming child in the waiting room and immediately got you to see a doctor. 

After an x-ray it was determined that yes, your wrist was broken, which broke Lando’s heart, his poor, sweet, girl…

Luckily, the break wasn’t that bad, and you were able to leave a couple hours later with a new, blue cast, as per your request. You had given up on your short lived resentment for your dad, and were snuggled up into his chest as Oscar drove you all back to the MTC. When you arrived, Lando spoke up;

“You gonna say thank you to Oscar for looking after you, darling?”

You wriggle out of his arms, running over to Oscar and wrapping your arms around his leg, “Thank you!” You giggle, the Doctor had given you a light dose of pain relief, so you were no longer screaming about your wrist.

“That’s okay sweetheart, you be careful, okay?” He cooed, you really were adorable. 

“Thanks, mate” Lando smiled at Oscar, scooping you back up, ready to get you home. Oscar smiled back.

The way back was funnily quite similar to the way there, you talked Lando’s ear off the entire time about just how much you loved Oscar!

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a/n: thank you for reading! send in any requests you have xx

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ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET BUNNYㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How would they be with a timid and shy darling?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTE : Request by anon ♡ English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Bruce never saw himself as possessive. He saw himself as cautious, reasonable, and responsible. But when it came to you, it was different. You’re the softest thing in his life, a delicate presence that soothes the storm within him. Your shy nature makes you easy to shelter, easy to protect. You don’t argue when he keeps you close, don’t push when he subtly alters your life to fit his vision of safety.

You needed him. It was obvious.

How easy it is for you to let him take care of everything. How naturally you let him lead you through crowds, shielding you from eyes that linger too long. How your voice wavers when you say his name, like you’re unsure you’re allowed to. You are. You’re allowed to do anything with him. But no one else. And that’s the problem. Because he notices the way people don’t hesitate to approach you, knowing you won’t push them away. That man at the gala who leaned too close. The colleague who placed a hand on your shoulder. The waiter who smiled too much. He finds your timidity utterly enchanting. The way you hesitate before speaking, the way your gaze flits downward when he holds your chin, how you stammer under his scrutiny—it feeds something deep inside him. You need him, even if you don’t realize it yet. Bruce never gets frustrated with your shyness. If anything, he finds it ideal. You aren’t reckless. You aren’t difficult. You’re perfectly moldable. His perfect little doll. You don’t have to worry about the outside world anymore. Gotham is dangerous. Men look at you too long, the world is too harsh, and Bruce knows what’s best for you. He’s a provider by nature, and now you belong to him, his fragile little thing. You won’t even notice when your life shrinks—how he’s always there, subtly guiding you into dependency. He’s a master at making his control feel natural. It’s for your own good, sweetheart.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Dick is obsessive in the purest sense. He’s everywhere—hovering, smothering, watching. He doesn’t just want to own you; he wants to drown in you, breathe you. You’re so shy, so quiet—and it drives him crazy. Every time you flinch under his overwhelming affection, every time your voice dies in your throat because he’s just too much, he melts. "Aw, sweetheart, don’t be shy. It’s just me." But he loves it. He loves how you tremble when he hugs you too tight, how your voice wavers when you try to refuse him. It makes him feel powerful—knowing he’s the only one who gets to see these pieces of you. At first, he tries to ease you into his intensity. But the longer he’s around you, the more agitated he becomes. Why are you still flinching? Why do you shy away when he’s the safest place you could ever be? The frustration isn’t with you. It’s with the world. Did someone teach you to be afraid? Who hurt you? He wants to rip them apart. He wants to keep you forever. So, he keeps pushing. The cuddles become longer. The touches linger. The kisses are too frequent, too intimate, but he brushes off your hesitance. "Come on, angel, don’t be like that. I just wanna be close." And when you still shy away? When you still look uncertain even after everything? He just pulls you tighter, cooing into your ear. "You’ll get used to me, baby. You’ll see."

— JASON TODD ⋆

At first, your timid nature makes him incredibly soft with you. You’re so meek, so gentle—and that means you need someone to keep you safe, right? You need someone who won’t let the world chew you up. Jason adores your shyness. The way you shrink under his gaze, the way you hesitate before speaking—it makes him feel needed. But as time passes, his patience wears thin. Why won’t you trust him? Why do you still tense when he holds you? He’s here to protect you, damn it. He’d kill for you. The worst part? You’re so sweet that you don’t even fight back. Your soft apologies, your nervous glances—they’re infuriating. He doesn’t want your fear, he wants your adoration. But Jason is impatient. And when you keep shying away, keep hesitating—he starts getting rougher. Not in a way that hurts, never that. But his hands linger longer, his grip tightens, his voice drops into something more desperate. "Stop bein’ so scared of me, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you." He doesn’t realize how terrifying he can be. How his sheer size, his intensity, can make your heart race in a way that isn’t just flustered affection. But he doesn’t want you to be afraid. He just wants you to be his, to love him. So he softens again. He makes up for his outbursts. He coaxes you into his arms, murmuring apologies against your skin. "I just want you to feel safe, doll. You are safe. Just let me take care of you." He’ll never let go.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Damian sees your shyness as a flaw—a weakness in need of fixing. You’re too soft for this world, too easily pushed aside, and he simply cannot allow it. At first, he tolerates it. He even finds it charming. The way you lower your gaze, the way your voice barely rises above a whisper—it’s a novelty. He enjoys watching you struggle for words, enjoys the way you shrink in his presence. But soon, it frustrates him. "You must learn to speak when addressed, beloved. Do not make me repeat myself." He doesn’t understand why you hesitate, why you fear expressing yourself. And it makes him mad. Not at you, never at you—but at the world that made you this way. So, he takes control. He begins teaching you. He holds your chin between gloved fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. He corrects you when you stammer, urges you to speak up when your voice wavers. "Again. Say it again—this time, with confidence." But he adores how pliant you are. The way you listen, the way you try to please him—it soothes something primal inside him. He’s training you, molding you into something worthy of standing beside him. And yet… there’s a part of him that likes the way you tremble when he raises his voice. The way your breath catches when he leans in too close. The way your small hands clutch at his sleeves when he pulls you in. Perhaps… you don’t need fixing after all. Perhaps you just need him to be the voice you lack. "Very well, my love. If you refuse to speak, I will simply do it for you." And from then on, Damian owns every decision you make.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[bbyg4rl]

daddy gets what daddy wants

cw: JJ x reader, smut, rough sex, (semi) public, degradation, daddy kink.

summary: dom!jj teaches you a lesson on submission. MDNI

< rough sex, edging, orgasm denial, squirt, exhibitionism, mean!jj, dom!jj, daddy kink, subby!reader, spanking, slapping (happens once), multiple positions >

a/n: this is kiiiinda unedited, im ovulating lol

He's pounding into you mercilessly, his hands hold your hips up at an angle so his dick can hit your cervix at every thrust. Your eyes are closed, its too much for you to handle. All you can focus on is the cold feel of his rings digging into your waist and his sharp grunts above you.

"open your eyes" he commands from above you. When you dont register his words through the stimulation you're receiving, he stops. He stops all movement until your eyes shoot open in protest. You need him.

"eyes on me or im walking outta here princess"

Its a threat you know he'll make good on if you dont listen to him. He's a punisher, If you dont submit you'll get punished. Fuck, you can't have that you need his dick in you.

"...Sorry" you mutter under your breath.

SLAP.

He slaps you across your face. "Louder baby, I couldn't hear" He feigns faux sympathy, furrowing his brows as he uses two fingers to calm the red mark forming on your cheek.

"Sorry Daddy" You whimper, loudly.

"Good girl"

He's back to rutting into you. His hand now wrapped around your throat. He's cutting off your airflow. He's watching as your eyes roll back into your head. Choked sobs and moans escaping your open mouth, gasping for air.

His pelvis hits your clit deliciously at every thrust. The bundle of nerves threatening to push you off the edge at every touch. Your back arches and he knows you're close. He pulls out. Sadist.

"JJ- Please" A pathetic whine leaves your body, aching for the feel of his cock.

He doesn't say a word when he flips you over. His hand pushes your head into the pillows as he pushes into you slowly. His thrusts are slower now. Painfully slow.

You can't even protest with how you're being held down. All you can do is try to move back into him, trying to regain the friction he's deprived you of.

SMACK.

He gives a sharp smack to your ass. Leaning down over you so he's speaking to your ear now- "Don't act like a fucking slut"

SMACK.

"Or I'll fuck you like one"

Oh how you wish he did just that. You moan against the pillow, a wordless plea. He accepts.

His hands reclaim their place on your hips as he drills into you again. His balls slap against your clit with every grind. Hes slowly pushing you to your climax.

"You wanna cum mama?" He taunts. There's that cruel tone again. You can tell by his demeanor that you weren't allowed to cum. He wasn't going to let you.

In a desperate attempt, you shake your head- no. But he knows better. He feels how you're clenching around him. He seeing how your back arches. He knows you're close.

SMACK.

"Liar."

Fuck. He caught you. You're fucked now. He pulls out. This is your punishment. He puts on his boxers and walks out.

No, No, No. You're scrambling to follow him but your legs are wobbly. You call his name- no response. You follow him into the kitchen- sweaty and naked. You're mind is so hazy you don't even care if the rest of the pogues saw you walking naked around the chateau begging JJ to come back to bed.

Whiny 'Please' and 'I'm Sorry's leave your mouth in an attempt to sooth his anger. Finally, he stops in his tracks. The pogues are outside in the cat's ass. One look toward the door and they'd see you and JJ. Risky. Just how he liked it.

He motions you to stand in front of him. You're looking straight at the hot tub filled with people. He's behind you. "Warned ya' not to act like a slut"

SMACK.

You jump at the sudden contact. He's bent you over now. "Be loud. Let them hear." He says as he starts bullying himself into your little cunt. He's holding your hands behind your back, pulling you up so your tits are bouncing up and down at every thrust.

Your eyes threaten to close but you know better. You couldn't do anything JJ wouldn't be pleased with. So you keep your eyes open, You're looking straight at the group, Hoping none of them took back at the house. How would you explain this to them?

But, Maybe, Just maybe a little part of you wanted to get caught by the way your pussy clenched tighter around JJ.

"Knew you were just a little slut, mama." He seethes in your ear. His thrusts are harder now, It feels like he's splitting you in half. Little 'uh, uh, uh-'s leave your mouth at every rut of his hips into you. You bite your lip in hopes to keep quiet.

SMACK.

"I said 'let them hear' didnt i?"

Daddy gets what Daddy wants. You stop let go of your lips. Any worry leaving your body as you feel his ringed fingers swipe at your clit. Fuck. Let them hear. You're a moaning, whining, sobbing mess in his hands. If he wasn't holding you up, you'd be a puddle on the floor.

You were close. Every push of his dick against your cervix teeters you over the edge of ecstacy. As if an act of mercy, he kisses your temple.

"Cum for me baby"

That's all it takes for you to burst. A loud moan leaves your mouth, surely catching the group outside's attention as your orgasm bubbles in you. Your release paints a white ring around JJ's still moving dick. It's as if you've been fucked into another dimension the way your ears ring and you lose all sense of your surroundings.

He wasn't done with you yet. He holds your boneless body up as he carries you back into his room. He's laughing at your mindless state. Who knew he could be so mean? You couldn't lie and say it wasnt making you wetter.

As you lay on the bed, looking up at him, he's pushing in again. Chasing his own climax now. He's drilling into you faster and harder. He's assaulting your walls with no regard to how overstimulated you were getting. Afterall, Daddy gets what daddy wants.

His fingers find your clit again, "Cum with me princess"

You feel him getting closer with how his thrusts were losing their momentum. His fingers getting more erratic. He pinches your clit with his thumb and index finger. Your body jerks at the slight pain before pleasure washes over you as you squirt around him. Thats all the motivation JJ needs to bottom out in you, he presses against the bulge in your tummy as he shoots warm white ropes of his cum in your womb.

He collapses on top of you, exhausted. He gives your shoulder a few kisses as you both pass out, his dick softening, still inside you as your combined release drips out of your cunt, dirtying the sheets under you. That was a problem for when you woke up.

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Twisted Wonderland/ Otome AU

Warning: Yandere stuff mentioned, Gn reader. English is not my first language.

Summary: : One day, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Twisted Wonderland. And the task the System gave you is to get one of the lead characters love meter to 100% by the end of the main story and reach their happy ending.

Parts : 1 , 2

Azul Ashengrotto

Cunning, intelligent, Octavinelle dorm head Azul Ashengrotto. If you are going to choose the Azul route, I should mention that even if you meet Azul before the main story or during the main story, this will not affect your love meter much. In other words, you will start from scratch anyway. While the events in the main story are happening, your love meter will increase, although not much. Azul will like the troubled facial expressions you have while trying to help your friends. Especially the worried facial expression you put on when you make a deal with him is his favorite.

Of course, you will fall into minuses with Overblot, but don't worry, it will be quite easy for you to approach him after Overblot. He will not approach you with his usual businessman expression. Regular visits and conversations will gradually increase your love meter, and you will become Azul's special customer who is regularly expected. Things like extra desserts or drinks from the establishment are now natural for you.

Your time with Azul is usually spent at the Monstro Lounge. He regularly invites you to the Monstro Lounge to try new menus. Although he claims that he only uses you as a test subject to try out new menus, the twins know the truth and make fun of Azul about it. However, they still help Azul to advance your relationship as his Wingmen, in other words, they help him in their own way.

You chat while he brings you new menus to try. Although your conversations are usually about your daily life, Azul likes to listen to you. These conversations allow him to learn about you. He also likes you to listen to him carefully.

Azul wants to be perfect in your eyes. What happened in the Overblot incident makes him feel bad, but this perfect male impression is usually ruined by the twins and his mother. Aside from the twins talking about their old memories, he never left you alone with his mother after his mother showed you his childhood and baby photos.

In Dark mode this Octopus make sure that you wouldn’t notice anything . His repressed insecure personality eats him up. What if you find someone better than him? What if you leave him? What if you are happier without him? These thoughts eat him up inside. While he plays the perfect lover to you, he makes plans to eliminate the people he sees as rivals in the background, and you can be sure that the twins will help him in this regard. Azul does not interfere with you physically, at least not to a certain extent. He usually plays mind games with you. The contract offers she normally makes as a joke become more frequent, the only difference is that if you accept thinking it is just a joke, you will fall into his hands. And once your signature falls into Azul's hands, you will never be able to escape from him ever .

Jade leech

Jade Leech, the vice dorm leader of Octavielle who hides his true nature under the mask of a gentleman. First of all, you have attracted Jade's attention since the beginning of the story. Especially after Azul's Overblot, his interest in you will increase considerably. A person without magic, from another world... How interesting. After the third book, your encounters with Jade will increase.

First of all, I have to say that this eel is an open sadist. In other words, he enjoys doing activities that will annoy you a lot during the day. Random pranks that scare you will happen quite often. For example, last week, he scared you about the poisonous mushroom in the food he served you, then he joked and explained that he actually made you eat a safe mushroom that looked like it. In his defense, the facial expression you make when you are scared and in a difficult situation is very cute. He also tells you his memories and stories about his life under the sea frequently. Especially the ones that will scare you. I advise you not to trust this guy too much.

Your time with Jade is usually spent at the Monstro Lounge due to his work. He spoils you with free menus. He likes you to talk about your day while eating. Apart from that, he tries to include you in his club activities. If you participate in club activities, your love meter will increase, but you should be prepared for the non-stop mountain hiking and Jade's non-stop chatter all day long.

It is very difficult to notice Jade in dark mode. This guy is a master at hiding his feelings. However, it is possible to notice if you pay attention to his word choices. Jade does not wish you direct harm as much as possible. He wants you to come to him on your own will.

Unfortunate events suddenly happen to those around you. The seriousness of these events increases as time goes by. In addition, rumors emerge about you and even bullying can also happen . If you are still not completely devoted to him, he may push you to make a deal with Azul. If you still continue to be stubborn despite this, Jade will resort to brute force, even if he “does not want” to. He will confess to you that he is responsible for everything that happens to you. And he will openly threaten you. In short, he will get what he wants in one way or another.

Floyd Leech

Floyd Leech, a student of Octavinelle, who is the opposite of his brother who is like an unknown deep ocean but also quite similar to him . Just like to his brother, you are very interesting to Floyd, even if the reasons are not the same.

Floyd's route is a complete Russian roulette. There will be sudden drops and increases until the love meter reaches 30%-40%. For this reason, you should always be alert about Floyd's mood states.

I would like to say that your relationship with Floyd will be a little tiring. This guy will drag you behind him wherever he goes. It doesn't matter if you have other things to do or not, you should be by his side. Lots of hugs (squeezes) and PDA. Just like Jade, this eel will also play not so funny pranks on you. In the simplest way, whenever he wants you to swim with him, he drowns you every time. Of course, unlike his brother, he doesn't always do this on purpose. At least he is honest.

After your love meter exceeds 30%-40%, that is, after it reaches a stable position, Floyd, just like Jade, will introduce you to his family at the first opportunity. So I recommend you to be prepared.

You will spend most of your free time with Floyd, whether you like it or not. He likes you to watch him and cheer him on at club activities. Apart from that, he wants you to do swimming and similar activities with him, but you learned your lesson. Apart from that, Floyd is a talkative person. He will tell you various stories about the undersea life.

As I said, Floyd's route is like a wavy sea, so you should be on the alert at all times. If Floyd feels uncomfortable about something or experiences a situation that will shake him, he can easily enter dark mode. The possessive nature of this leech twin is a complete nightmare when he enters dark mode. He immediately becomes suspicious at the slightest thing, corners you and questions you. Since he is more nervous and suspicious than normal, he can be a little aggressive towards those around you, and unlike Jade, he does not hide it. The advice is to find the reason why he is in this situation as soon as possible, because in dark mode, you will not only deal with Floyd but also Jade. With the help of Jade and Azul, you will be in Floyd's hands in a short time.

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[fireflyinks]

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader drabble, 18+ mdni

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, coming home from a long day of fighting villains and keeping the city safe to his adorable wife pulling a pan of his favorite cookies out of the oven. he smiles, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nipping gently at his neck. "hi sweet girl..." he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who always patches up his wounds from the day, wincing as you notice particularly harsh ones and always asking if he's okay. he can't help but admire he as she tends to him, watching her intently as she examines him. "geez, this one's bad, kats. are you sure you're okay?" "tch, i'm fine, it's nothing. you could kiss it better for me though..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who scoffs whenever you discredit yourself because the work you do daily is so much different than his. "i mean... you're out saving people and i'm just doing laundry and cooking..." he rolls his eyes, shaking his head immediantly, "shut the hell up, i don't like when you say it like that. you do so much for me. i don't know what i'd do without you, sweetheart."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who tries to help with chores the best he can and whenever his schedule allows. if he sees you carrying a laundry basket, he automatically steals it from you. "katsuki... you don't have to, that's my job!" "shh, it's alright... just wanna help you out..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who is genuinely obsessed with seeing you in that damn apron. it gets him going every time. he can't figure out why. maybe it's the domesticity of it, or maybe it's how your hips are showed off perfectly when you wear it. either way, he can't see you in it without getting hard. he even asks you keep it on as he bends you over the kitchen counter. "you look good in it, sweets. just wanna show my pretty little house wife some love..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who eats you out like a starved man (even though you always keep his belly full) when he comes home to a clean house and food on the table daily. he's literally so grateful for you, knowing he'd be living in filth without you. "gotta show my lady how much i appreciate her... too damn good to me"

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who develops a major breeding kink when he sees you take on such a domestic role. he already enjoyed filling you up before, but it's become an absolute must. "you want me to fill you up with my babies, hm? you wanna be full of my kids?" he's mesmerized with the thought of knocking you up.

and when pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader does finally get you pregnant, it's all he can think about. you look so good, so full of his child. he talks to your belly constantly, trying to get even the smallest kick out of your baby girl. "hey there, pumpkin... daddy's here. can you kick for me? wanna see you..."

[bwobgames]

Now where are the little-

“Mr. Oliver”

“Oh! hello Sim-“

“Simon?!”

“Hello”

“How are you-?! How much milk was sacrificed for you to get this tall?!”

“Oh! I got into volleyball. I also brought the hat you gave me”

“Ah, that’s not to say the hat made me tall actually I think it does give me a bit of height but it’s mostly sport Mom wanted basketball but I don’t really care much about that but she still wanted me to sport so I got into volleyball and also swimming but swimming takes a lot of drying and cloth changing so it’s a bit bleh so-“

 “Hat funny”

“Glad you like it. I’m afraid you’ll be able to break my bones soon.”

“Wait, where’s Nadia?”

“What do you want”

“Woah, you look like a Victorian lady”

“I think you’re mixing up your eras, detective. I’d look way more pompous if that was the case”

“Hmm…”

“What? What are you looking at”

“Heh.”

“I’ll kill you”

“I didn’t say anything~”

“I’ll throw your body down the rails”

“Mr. Beebo! Mr. Ángel! Miss Vivi!”

“Owen! It’s been so- What’s wrong with your face.”

“Huh? What do you mean? You don’t dig the ‘stache?”

“I’d rather dig my own grave.”

“You look like a magician”

“It’s cool!”

“Thank you, Miss Vivi and Mister Beebo! I’m glad to know there’s still people who are not afraid to innovate in this world”

“Wait, you’re 18 or something now, right? You can call us by our names now! You won’t get sued!”

“Scary… But I’ll try!”

“Mister-! I mean. Private Detective Oliver Beebo. Look what I brought!”

“Oh! I’m guessing you finally mastered all chords?”

“Yeah! Although I’m still a bit slow for performing any songs…”

“But it’s okay, I’ll practice! I’ll be the guy who plays at campfires when nobody asked them too! Just like you!”

“…You’re a menace”

“Hehe”

“Mari, isn’t about time the train goes?”

“Not yet, the train will probably arrive a bit earlier so we can gather our seats, should be soon now”

“Do we have our own seats? Are they reclinable? Is sleeping in the floor allowed”

“No, of course not. There are cabins with beds. There aren’t that many though, so some of us we’ll have to share”

“Trains with beds? I didn’t know the old times had that”

“That’s true, while this train is an old model, it’s been refurnished to nowadays standards”

“This train is supposed to be a test for making more of these! Long overnight trains with snacks and bathrooms and all!”

“Of course, we’ll be staying on the premium part, so our travel might be a bit more… luxurious than most”

“Are you planning on investing in these, Mari? Because I wouldn’t mind using my baby for this.”

“It depends. I’d rather not think of business right now, but we’ll see.”

“Oh! Oh! I brough some games so we won’t get bored!”

“Did you bring card games”

“Ah, sorry. Only boardgames. But I got some rubix cubes!”

“I will be entertained”

“I don’t think we’ll have much time to game, dear. We’ll be sleeping”

“Aw, but then we’ll miss the fun of a luxury train! We should have fun!”

“I’ll stay up! Let’s have a pajama party!

“We’ll have to be ready to leave at 8:00 am. I really rather sleep”

(The train leaves at 8 pm and reaches its destination at 8 am. Ah, 12-hour overnight travel home, how I missed you)

“Is that you cat?”

“Kitty”

“Woah. A loaf of bread”

“Can we pet him?”

“Ah, he’s getting ready to sleep, so I’d rather-“

The train is here.

<-PREV START NEXT ->

[cloversnstrawberries]

this may sound very weird and everything but could you do a platonic yandere ada wong and leon kennedy parent duo sorta thing. like ada and leon are readers parents

platonic!yandere!parents!ada w. + leon k & gn!teen!reader [headcanons] ! !

masterlist !

additional notes; hello!! this isn't weird at all :]] thank you so much for requesting this,, i've been wanting to do parent duo sort of requests for a while, but got nervous because. i have... experienced things, being in fandom for a while... oh god the shipping wars. but i feel much better knowing that someone would actually read/want something like this :D i hope i did it justice ^^ i'm also sick, so my brain is cooking in my skull. i apologize if this is worse quality that usual </3

warnings; overprotectiveness, (slight) possessive behavior, soft yandere, mentions of Leon & Ada's jobs/what comes along with it, temporary imprisonment, manipulation, gaslighting, love-bombing, distrust, and if there's anything else i missed, please let me know!! I forget stuff the second i write it down :(((

w/c; 1.7k

Whether not you're biologically their kid, adopted as a baby, or adopted later; they'd treat you all the same. The difference comes with the way you react/how quickly you accept and adapt to their behaviors.

With their jobs, they're usually away for long periods of time. When you were younger (like, younger than 13), they would try their best to alternate their gigs-- sometimes it wasn't possible for one of them to stay with you, and when that happened, you'd stay with either Claire or Jill for a while.

It was just how it was, and you were fine with it-- you thought they'd give that up when you got older, that they'd trust you to take care of yourself.

That was never the concern with it, though-- it wasn't that you couldn't take care of yourself,

They were afraid that being their kid would put a target on your back. The older you got, the more missions they went on-- the more scum-of-the-earth they met, the more careful they got with you.

Leon is extremely protective, and while Ada seems to be more lenient; I'd actually argue she's the worse one to have worried. She absolutely pulls in favors to 'keep an eye on you', and does her best to keep tabs on where and what you're doing whenever possible.

Ada is extremely charismatic, and definitely uses that to her advantage. Meanwhile, Leon is so painfully and genuinely kind, that people can't help but trust him more often than not.

Because of that, it'd be hard for you to convince anyone, maybe even yourself, that they're absolutely insane when it comes to you. At some point, it goes beyond just wanting to keep their kid safe for their own good.

Neither are particularly selfish in general, especially not Leon. Ada has her own goals, but she has a moral code and has been known to go out of her way to help others from time to time.

However, when you get involved, that changes entirely. For Leon, he wants to keep you safe because he doesn't want to lose you; he's already lost too many people he cared for, and he'd be devastated if you were added to that list.

On the other hand, Ada's motivations are a bit harder to place. She cares for you a lot, something she isn't used to letting herself do because of her line of work; she's far more used to isolating herself rather than throwing herself full force into any type of relationship.

You were that one exception-- even with Leon, she tried that routine of keeping herself detached to try and minimize the chance of 'gaining a new weakness'.

Eventually she gave in and stopped doing that, and while that doesn't happen with everyone, it's happened before as well. Ever since she became a spy/mercenary, she hasn't allowed herself to attach to someone as quickly as she did with you.

It's on principle that she doesn't want you hurt because of it. You're the once exception, the one person to have ever gotten her to let her guard down immediately. There's no way she's letting you go because of it, and she'd rather let herself get into tight situations if it meant keeping you safe.

Both Ada and Leon share one thing in common with their attitude towards you, though. And to you, it's probably the most annoying thing about your parents, and nothing could top it.

If they feel the need to, they'll literally just go against your wishes. They won't listen if they get even an inkling that something could go wrong-- and when you were younger, they could easily convince you that it was all for your own good.

Neither Leon or Ada actually enjoy manipulating you, far from it-- Ada is more accepting of it, but Leon had a lot of hang-ups about it at first. Ada was eventually able to convince him that it was okay,

In that way, Leon is worse than Ada in this regard. Ada will only manipulate you as a last resort (though, her definition of 'last resort' can be pretty loose in of itself),

But Leon? You better bet he's pulling it out every opportunity-- because he feels like there's nothing wrong with it. Ada is at least able to recognize that it's not the best thing to do, gaslighting your kid into missing out on friends birthday parties just because of a 'feeling'--

Leon however, is extremely deluded. Partly Ada's fault, and partly not. Yes, Ada nudged him towards believing that it was okay, but it was ultimately Leon who took the leap. It was his reasoning with himself that actually convinced him that it was a good idea.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like they isolate you completely! Ada actually encourages you to go out to events, and make new friends.

Though, maybe that has something to do with the fact that when she encourages you, there's always a feeling someone is watching you that accompanies you throughout the entire event.

When you get older, you start considering sneaking out. Your parents actually didn't expect this-- you'd been doing well with how they've been treating you, and they assume you won't rebel.

You've always seemed accepting of it, but maybe it's on them-- that they don't realize the slight distrust that starts showing up in your eyes. They don't feel a need to look into it any further, if they do notice it.

Maybe you were able to sneak out a couple times before you were caught, or maybe you were never able to successfully pull it off. You don't know about your mom's actual job-- they'd worked hard together to keep that a well-hidden secret from you--, so you don't have any advantage over them.

If anything, you have a massive disadvantage. Considering your parents are a government agent and a spy/mercenary, you probably never even stood a chance.

After you get caught, either dragged back home from wherever you snuck off to-- or hauled out of the open window you'd been halfway through hopping over-- you don't get a scolding like you think you will.

Instead, you get dragged down to the 'guest bedroom' in the basement and locked in there for a little bit. You knew of it's existence, but it never made any sense to you. The house you live in is large, and while your parents don't get a lot of guests, it's happened before.

But with a whopping 4 above-ground guest bedrooms, there was no reason to build a 5th one down in the basement. The fourth above-ground one never got used anyways, it just never made sense to you.

But now, it really, really does. It was never a guest bedroom as much as it was a holding cell. You should've known, considering they put it together when you were around 12/13. A preemptive measure, you realize now.

They didn't think they'd actually use it, but they were glad they'd done it regardless. You've never been in it, but you remember when they were getting the furniture and items to put in it, and when you were barred from entering the basement for a little while the contractors were down there--

You'd seen it from the outside, too. It looked normal enough-- if you ignored the deadlock on the outside, which you absolutely did not notice. It was weird, the addition to the house-- but it wasn't weird enough to look any further than a glance every once in a while, when you were down in the basement doing your laundry and whatnot.

Surprisingly, they don't keep you down there for very long. It's not a permanent thing right now, is what they told you.

That, however, left the very terrifying idea that it could become a permanent thing if you weren't careful. Ada called it 'just punishment', and Leon, ever the dork, called it 'time out on steroids'.

He'd been trying to cheer you up when he said that, and you just barely kept yourself from cracking a smile at it-- you were supposed to be mad, after all.

For the punishment to have worked, you'd have to have been on some kind of break. So, let's say it was spring break they decided to put you in the 'guest bedroom' (holding cell, is what you were internally regarding it as)--

They let you out the night before school started up again, and your first dinner back in the actual house was tense-- to you, it was. But to your parents, they were treating it like every other day.

It pissed you off, to say the least. And for a few days after, you avoided your parents the best you could; but it was a hard thing to do on multiple fronts, even if you were genuinely angry at them.

A part of you wanted to tell people about it, about how they'd trapped you in the basement-- but that was a surefire way of getting the cops involved,

And you weren't really afraid of being taken away or anything,

Instead, you were deathly afraid of how your parents would react to the possibility of you being taken away from them-- Best case scenario, they'd succeed in weaseling their way out of it via Ada's silver tongue or Leon's influence--

...Worst case scenario, your parents would be on the CIAs most wanted list and flea to some remote part of Europe; and you'd probably never see the light of day again, without both of their full attention and supervision. Or not at all, maybe.

Safe to say, you're keeping quiet about your time in the '5th guestroom' down in the basement. That doesn't mean you forget about it, or ever fully forgive your parents for it. You aren't sure if they realize it or not, that you're still mad at them for it.

It's not like you forget about it-- you don't necessarily move on either. You just... focus on other things, is what you tell yourself. You try your hardest to hold onto the anger, but eventually it fizzles away; sometimes it flares up, but only for a few seconds before being cast aside. And only when you're already mad about something else.

It's hard to stay mad at your parents, especially when they try to hard to make up for it. That was their plan-- spoil you with attention and gifts so you stop zoning in on the 'time out on steroids'.

[girlwhorizzed]

reader who's having such a bad day and just needing jj, and then he comes in through her window and completely babies her

you were genuinely having a bad day. first, you'd been ditched by kiara after your agreement of taking a day to yourselves to get a manicure. secondly jj— your boyfriend made it clear you weren't his first priority, well he didn't technically say it that way but he didn't have to say it, thirdly— all your friends were stuck on an old tale that promised gold and now all that mattered to them was that, before you could even grasp the hangouts where you all enjoyed each others presence or the random adventures vanished in the blink of an eye. fourthly— all the people whom you desired to spend the day with were focused on gold and were neglecting you like some runt of the litter.

you were originally invited to tag along in their little treasure hunt but you'd passed on it, the beaming sun and knowing they'd be using the twinkie for transportation is what sealed the deal with your final answer. you weren't going to be in the back of the twinkie with sticky skin and a horrible attitude— the outcome of that would be an outburst, yes you wanted some attention but not that kind of attention where the pogues acted and felt like they were walking on egg shells around you.

and fifthly, all that lead you to be in a crybaby mood— you'd been ditched by kiara, ditched by your own boyfriend, tossed to the side like one of the randoms at school who sit at a table full of people who think their irrelevant and just nod whenever they add their two-cents in.

you'd been in bed mostly struggling to nap, either the sun kept shimmering in your eyes or you just couldn't get into a curled up position where you were comfortable— usually you'd rely on the youtube lullabies or your boyfriend to doze off but you had neither.

you rubbed your eyes, sitting up into a sleepy position as you listened to the small repeated pattern of knocking once more before opening the window. “jj, what are you doing here?” you yawned, your eyes barely able to adjust to the light from outside flooded into the room. he chuckled from outside, that lopsided smile pulling at his lips as he looked at your tired form. “aw, did i wake you up, baby?” he coos, placing his hands on the windowsill as he leans against them, the muscles in his arms flexing.

you weren't in a mood for fun and jokes— if that weren't evident on your face you didn't know what would give jj to get the hint. your pout that pulled at the side of your lips made you feel like the forgotten child left behind at home while the rest of the family went out and now watching them return.

you'd stepped aside to allow him to climb through, your expression anything but inviting. he climbed inside, his large frame easily maneuvering through the window as he stepped into your bedroom. he took a second to look around, as if he’d never seen your bedroom before, before his eyes fall back onto you. he could feel the lack of enthusiasm radiating off you but he chose to ignore it, instead he walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you into him. “hey princess, you alright?” he inquired, knowing exactly what it was but pretending not to.

"m'fine. just sleepy." you blankly stated, not making any effort to wrap your arms around him. you'd never realized this before— but as you inspected jj in your bedroom he appeared a lot bigger, maybe it was just his height placed in an awkward place but he'd look mesmerizing now. you had been accustomed to him comfortably shirtless in your princess bed as he tilted it, beating on your favorite plushies because he considered them competition for getting free access to you naked.

he looked down at you, his eyebrow raising with a sceptical look — you’d hardly even given him a greeting, and you were refusing to touch him. “c’mon, gimme sum love.” he pouted, gripping your waist a little tighter and pulling you even closer to him, his chest now pressed flush against yours. he moved his hand up, tilting your chin to force you to look at him as he watched your expression change at the sudden movement.

you just relaxed back into him without saying a word, nodding as you let your fingers curl back into his neck, aware that if you looked at him that the waterworks would make their entrance to your eyelids. you weren't sad, just pent up frustration— this type of situation only began to occur and you weren't sure if it kept continuing you could put up with it. yes, you can't cope without being near your man at least for an hour, you couldn't handle not being able to rest skin-to-skin with him in your pretty little princess bed every afternoon, gold could never compare to that. at least in your opinion.

he softened at your vulnerable state, knowing there was more to it than just a bad day. you usually weren’t so cold with him, you were a very touchy-feely person who demanded his attention so something was definitely going on — and you weren’t telling him what. he sighed softly, moving both his arms round your waist as he began to lightly sway your bodies from side to side in an attempt to soothe you. “c’mon, chocha, talk to me.” he murmurs against your hairline and giving your ass a pat.

still although the blonde was visibly aware of your irritation he continued on— and you couldn't keep the words locked up anymore, your shoulders immediately slumped and your bottled up frustration was bound to come out anyway, you detached yourself from the little den you'd created and prepared for your teeny outburst. "first off, i love you but you can't think shit will be sweet between us after you ditch me, second off, your lucky i don't slap the shit out of you for ditching me." you sniffle, wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears escaping your eyes.

he blinks, taken aback by your sudden burst of anger and confusion. he knows he upset you, sure, but he hadn’t realised you were upset enough to the point where you were snapping at him. “mama, i told you, i had to go. the gold — it’s real, we ain’t jus’ playin’ around here —” “yeah, and what about me, huh? you’re just gonna leave me all alone and go searching for gold?” he’s never heard you sound so pissed before, it kinda makes his heart ache. he’s definitely in unfamiliar territory when you snap at him, and he’s completely unsure of what’s going on in your head right now, but maybe even he can see where you’re coming from. he’s just… kinda ignoring it.

“well, yeah..” he retorts. “c’mon, baby, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t mean to, but he presses your back against your bed — his arms on either side of your head trapping you in, as he leans down forcing your eye contact, that usual cocky smirk now replaced with a frown. “you ain’t gonna keep your attitude with me, now, you hear me?” his voice was demanding, as his face was now only a few inches from yours.

you tried to push his biceps away but to no avail as he easily pulled you back in, you batted your eyelashes with attitude as the nonstop insults kept coming— giving him gentle shoves as you kept your hands solely by your sides and still struggled to get lose, he began using his larger body to his advantage to pull you closer — he knew you weren’t actually going to hurt him. “you’re mad at me for going with my friends? don’t be like that.” he murmurs, looking down at you. he was trying to use the soft tone that usually worked on you but something was telling him your anger wasn’t going to subside so easily.

"yeah well are your friends going to let them fuck you, are your friends going to suck your dick for you anytime you ask?"

that was the last straw for him. he’d been patient with you, taking in all you've had to say, considering it although he'd snap back but you’ve pushed it too far now. it's his turn to snap now, his hand moving from your waist to grip your chin roughly — forcing you to look at him. “shut up.” he warns, his voice now completely lacking that soft, playful tone.

your eyes widen and your quick to close your mouth, your breath catching in your throat and coming out in a little gasp as he roughly handles your face, forcing you to look at him and the suddenly cold and sharp tone was enough to have you stop dead in your bratty tracks. he leans down, his breath hot against your cheeks as he looks you dead in the eyes. “you don’t get to talk to me that way, you got that?” he spoke lowly, his face inches from yours.

the boldness you had a second ago disappeared just as you'd been pinned on your pretty princess bed, feeling intimidated and now severely little and small beneath your boyfriend on top of you— your face flushed pink due to the amount of embarrassment, feeling like a little girl being called out for her manipulation. you couldn't hold back the way your eyes grew glossy, how your dainty fists clutched together and your makeup crinkled as you furrowed your brows— you nodded repeatedly as if a pattern, making an effort to keep your eyes shut.

he noticed your body language as you squirmed underneath him — you always had a habit of acting so big and strong but crumbling as soon as he got you where he wanted. he couldn’t help but scoff as he noticed your reaction to him — it was pathetic really, the way you always seemed to crumble so easily for him. he shifted, his weight now completely pinning your body to the bed, his knees keeping your legs open on either side of him. “look at me.” he says. it was more of a command than anything.

you were quick to comply with what he asked, repointing your focus back to him as your eyelashes fluttered once opened— you couldn't help but turn your central focus on some object sitting on your shelf that suddenly became intriguing to you— in reality all you wanted was a distraction from looking at the blonde, but your eyes draw back to him.

he watched intently as your eyes darted around the room, refusing to look at him, before eventually landing on him just as he’d asked. “there we go…” he murmurs, taking his time to inspect your face. he notices how the makeup you’d applied that morning was now starting to smudge, he didn’t mind, he even found it a little endearing, and he leans his face down to brush his nose against your cheek.

he could see the desperation in your eyes, and he could also hear the pleading tone underneath all the insults you threw at him, begging him to just pay attention to you. he inhaled, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you senseless.

you leaned into his touch, after all that's all you were longing for today other than your manicure with kiara— you allowed your hands to wander around his clothed back and back into his sandy messy hair, softly humming a soothing a scattered rhythm you'd had laying around in your head all day.

he couldn't help but soften as your soft hums filled the silence around you, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp. he relaxed his shoulders, closing his eyes as he exhaled. he was so tired of holding himself back. you were just too hard to resist. his hands moved from your chin, sliding down to grab your thighs instead.

you tugged at his t-shirt and jeans, if you were going to end up napping then it was usually skin-to-skin— you can't refer to a time where sleeping skin-to-skin didn't occur, you'd already been in the right choice of clothing ( a simple tank top with a pair of panties )

he let out a low chuckle, getting the gist of what you were implying. he moved, pulling away from you for a moment to discard of his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in boxers. of course, you’d always preferred to sleep with as little clothing as possible, and he couldn’t lie, he’d gotten so used to it it did feel weird sleeping any other way. this time, he'd been on bottom as you laid on top of him—

the heat of his bare skin against yours couldn't be anymore soothing to have you both dozing off. now, you were able to finally get that ounce of sleep you needed— with the just right position and the angle perfect, the cushion of your man's chest was just all right.

this is all you needed, you and your man sleeping soundly in your pretty pink princess bed.

[bcowlick]

People sometimes forget that Zeus is Athena's biggest enabler.

I know that since Epic came, the image of Zeus being an abusive dad has become quite popular. And i have to tell myself "That's Epic's Zeus. That's just Epic's version of Zeus, don't freak out-"

Because Myth Zeus lets Athena get away with anything i swear. That woman was running around, giving special powers to his favorite lil humans every now and then, causing general mayhem during the Troyan War. And Zeus never reprimended her (or at least not as strongly as he did to Ares, if i recall. Correct me if im wrong)

Then in the Odyssey, she goes and asks "Hey dad, can i release my boy Odysseus?"

And Zeus goes "Sure thing, pumpkin! Here, take Hermes to help you. Just be careful with Poseidon, love you!"

Just like that. Literally just like that. Its like in the first or second chapter of the Odyssey if i recall jsksks

Athena is also one of the few gods who Zeus allows to use the ligthing. "Dad, i want that superpoweful weapon that all gods fear you for..." "Sure thing! Here you go sweetie" pfft

And the Pallas incident, well, that was an accident from both sides, really. Zeus only wanted to make sure Athena was going to win, he didn't intended for Pallas to get her ass killed

In conclusion. I think we should write Zeus more often as a dad who coddles Athena a little bit too much to her liking. Make him a dad that calls her "Pookie, Pumpkin, Sweetie, Little Owlet, Smart-Cookie, etc" make him a dad that forces her to wear silly matching sweaters. Make him a dad that would see his daugther riping out the eyes of a random guy with a spoon and he's there in the sideline like "That's my babygirl!"

Because it would be funny (and a bit more accurate to myth)

Besides, just because He loves her, doesn't mean there can't be angst. You don't need to make Zeus and abusive asshole to Athena to have a story filled up with angst. Like, i tried once to read a fic that had this interesting premise but it was hard for me to get past the third chapter because Zeus was just the biggest asshole to Athena and my body couldn't digest that 😭😔

Athena is a daddy's girl, guys. That Zeus' baby that he birthed himself

(Ares on the other hand....)

If you got all the way here, thank you for reading my rant lol

[thistlecatfics]

Remus & Harry's fight in DH with the lens of lycanthropy as CSA

I revisited the fascinating Remus vs Harry fight in DH for my ‘Andromeda hates Remus’ mini meta, and now I keep thinking about it from the lens of lycanthropy as childhood sexual abuse. 

I love using fiction as a way to stretch my empathy muscles (which sounds pretentious and sanctimonious but it’s true!), and it’s taken me a while to really figure out how to find empathy for Remus here. He literally blasts Harry and makes Harry hit his head so hard he develops a big lump! Because Harry rightly calls him out on running away from his pregnant wife! Because it’s hard for me as the reader to see how Remus feels because being a werewolf just… doesn’t seem all that bad? Or at least not disgusting, even if it obviously carries societal stigma? 

A lot of people hate the lycanthropy as CSA thing precisely because there’s this implication that you are then cursed to perpetuate the violence, but I think it’s still a worthwhile way to understand Remus. I’m not going to make a grand text based argument for the metaphor. I just like it because I like using fiction as a way to work through my own stuff. 

Someone does something to you as a kid, something bad, and you carry that around for the rest of your life and you feel like it marks you as different from others and disgusting at your core and probably dangerous too. Most of the time you look normal – which just makes you feel like you’re a liar because you know you’re disgusting and isn’t it terrible that you’re lying all the time and letting people believe you’re alright? But you carry it, hidden, all of the time. 

(Plus, the obvious of Fenrir in the night targeting children, how Draco who has worked to let Death Eaters into Hogwarts in HBP is afraid of the idea of letting Fenrir into a school etc.) 

Many survivors (including nearly all CSA survivors I know who are men or lesbians) have at some point held a deep fear about some latent predatory nature that might take over and lead them to hurt people/children/women in the same way they were hurt. Desire feels dangerous.

So for Remus, the idea that he might pass along lycanthropy to his unborn child is not just “my child might be a werewolf” but “I just deeply harmed a child.” Not just any child. My own child. A baby.

Trauma brain is saying: I let myself relax. I put down my guard and let myself act like a normal person and stopped seeing myself as something disgusting and dangerous and who needs to be set apart from others. I let myself be loved. And what was the result? I did this to a child, just like it was done to me. It feels internally for Remus like he just sexually abused a child.

Even if logically he knows that cannot possibly be an accurate understanding, trauma brain is insistent. He just did the one unspeakably bad thing he hates most in the world.

No wonder he wants to run from that possibility. No wonder he wants to try to risk his life for a noble cause instead of facing the possibility. No wonder he’s so agitated that, when pressed by Harry, he blasts him against a wall. 

I’m not arguing that everyone needs to read his actions this way, and, like I said, I totally get why people hate the lycanthropy as CSA metaphor thing. But Remus's actions only start to make sense to me when I take that lens, and it’s the lens which allows me to feel closest to him and feel the most empathy for him here.

[cyranonic]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard, a Belated Review

Well, I finally finished playing Veilguard and I've got some thoughts. For context, I'm a big fan of the previous 3 Dragon Age games and of fantasy RPGs in general, so my review is very much informed by that. The TLDR is: Veilguard isn't the worst game ever, but I really did not like it and I feel like it exemplifies a lot of my problems with the modern media landscape. Full explanation below the cut:

There were definitely some things in Veilguard that I enjoyed. It looked nice; combat was intuitive and snappy; VAs did great work. But I am fundamentally more interested in story than technical stuff so I want to focus on that. Some individual story arcs were fun out of the context of the whole. A few of my favorite parts:

Assan!!! Cutest baby boy!! His bond with Davrin was probably the most emotional part of the whole game for me lol

Emmerich's personal quest overall was enjoyable in a zany, campy way. I adopted the skeleton. No regrets.

Solas memory quests! I liked how we kept seeing him sacrifice his own people for the greater good. Set up the theme of the story well and allowed for some good Dreadwolf tricks and gambits.

Bellara taking up the Varric mantle, except that she write romance serials made me laugh (no one tell Cassandra about this; she will lose her mind)

It was actually really sweet when Lucanis and Neve got together

However, even the things in the game that did work for me were all slightly tainted by some bigger overarching issues I have with the tone, lore, companions, and execution of the story overall.

Problem 1: Tone

A lot of other reviews have mentioned that the tone of Veilguard feels cartoony or simplistic, and I unfortunately agree. All of the dialogue has this slightly obnoxious, Marvel movie-esque, jokey tone to it. Serious moments are often undercut by Rook's quip-heavy responses and there is a lot of that irony-poisoned, insincere, self-awareness that would be great in a Deadpool movie, but not a Dragon Age game.

I'm not against humor in a Dragon Age game and, in fact, I love and cherish the comedic moments in the earlier games (purple Hawke forever haha). I think the difference is that earlier Dragon Age games took the story, world, and characters very seriously. The humor was the characters themselves being funny within that very serious world, not the whole tone of the game itself being light-hearted and wacky.

For example, let's examine Johanna Hezenkoss, the villain of Emmerich's quest. I overall enjoyed the quest a lot, but one cannot ignore how silly the tone of it is. Johanna is a necromancer who is now half-lich--the classic Dragon Age trope of a mage gone wrong. However, she is never really treated as a seriously disturbing threat or a genuinely tragic figure. She is basically a wacky mad scientist, complete with a funny crawling hand gag. It isn't bad writing, exactly. It did get some chuckles out of me. But it does exemplify the tone of the game overall--nothing feels like a big deal because it all seems vaguely silly and self-aware and on-the-nose.

In a less fun example, I am quite unhappy with the ways that this game tries to avoid dealing with the canonical racism and social inequity that previous games established. Like yes, we get some mentions that the Shadow Dragons work to free slaves in Tevinter, but no characters or quest lines ever really make the player confront that reality. It feels distant, impersonal, and stripped of complexity. I will readily acknowledge that Dragon Age hasn't always dealt with elf racism plotlines perfectly, but I respected them trying and messing up more than Veilguard just... not trying. For example, the animated show they made (Dragon Age: Absolution) dealt more maturely and interestingly with Tevinter's slave society than any part of Veilguard and I wish we had gotten more of that in a game that finally brings players into Tevinter as a main setting.

Problem 2: Lore

It would not be an exaggeration to say that a huge part of the appeal of Dragon Age as a game is simply the world that the writers created. Earlier games developed a Thedas that felt big and epic and complex. They created a setting that gave players a true fantasy experience, full of mysteries and unique societies and fun languages to learn and a rich history.

Veilguard feels very strangely uninterested in capturing that epic fantasy feeling. I cannot count the number of times that characters talked about concepts or used terms that sounded incredibly modern and bizarre given what we know about Thedas. In scenes with Morrigan, it was so obvious how older games were far more comfortable with characters sounding more archaic (dropping a 'tis on us occasionally).

Additionally, some aspects of lore were simply brushed over in very weird ways. For example, why did the Venatori so eagerly join up with elven gods, when in prior games they were, um... fairly anti-elf??? Also, why did everyone in Thedas apparently forget about the concept of Mage Circles? Did anyone give a single flying fuck about the Chantry in this game? Not particularly. Why won't anyone just call the Evanuris "the Evanuris"? Are you embarrassed by your own made-up words, game? Why does every character call them "the gods," even if they are not an elf??

One aspect of the game where Veilguard's disinterest in building its own lore really bothered me was with Taash's quest. Obviously, I have no issues with an non-binary character appearing in a fantasy setting. But the fact that Taash just kinda independently developed the term "non-binary" was very immersion-breaking to me. This might sound lame, but I want to learn some sort of cool fantasy term or an ancient pre-Qun concept of third genders or something. Just give me more fantasy stuff in my fantasy story please!!

Also, I know this controversial, but it also breaks my immersion that even playing as an NB character from Tevinter, no one ever brings up how canonically homophobic Tevinter is (thinking of Dorian and Krem here!) I think there is definitely a place for games that depict queer characters in fantasy settings being happy and accepted, but I don't think Dragon Age has ever been the franchise that people went to for comforting and hopeful visions of a fantasy society. Thedas has always been a dark, brutal, borderline dystopian world, but it still has the potential to tell queer-affirming stories about the struggle against oppression and living in defiance of your society. I wish Veilguard had done that.

Another part of the lore that felt very poorly done was the Titans. I loved the hints we had gotten in previous games through characters like Sandal and quests like The Descent DLC. But when the reveal happened in this game, all the characters kind just went "oh. huh. wild." Also I found the confrontation with, uh, evil red Harding to be very confusing and anti-climactic. The writing of the scene did not clearly telegraph what the red Harding thing even was? And then all of the rage of the Titans was very easily suppressed by Rook saying... "remember you are still you"??? Huge anticlimax that was poorly built-up and all the characters reacted to with little more than a shrug and a "dang, sucks for the Titans. I'd be pretty steamed too, I guess!" I want confrontations with the Titans to feel alien and epic and dangerous (and definitely not easily resolvable through a single dialogue option).

Problem 3: RPG elements

I feel like the developers of Veilgaurd did not want it to be an RPG and instead pushed the writers into created a more generic action/adventure game, but dang it!! I play Dragon Age because I like RPGs! I like to make choices that feel important and complicated! Veilguard gives the player a few significant choices, but I did not like them much and here is why:

Firstly, Minrathous vs. Treviso. This choice feels very forced. You have no real reason to pick one over the other unless you are planning to romance Lucanis or you are trying to role-play as a character from one of those cities. And you have no other options. I like RPG choices that either feel tactical or rooted in the lore of the world, and this is neither. The choice does not impact the game's outcome; no matter what option you choose, you can still ally with that faction and everyone will just kinda forgive you. From a role-play perspective, the game goes out of its way to reassure you that the city you Blight will eventually rebuild through grit and tenacity, etc.

Secondly, picking a character to die heroically. I hate this one because it feels like the game is trying to give you some "real consequences" and play into the larger theme of regret and leadership. But it once again, picking feels random! The game telegraphs very obviously that your choice will probably lead to this character dying or getting injured, so it isn't even shocking when it happens. And, yet again, everyone forgives Rook so quickly and immediately after the death. I actually liked the Bellara vs. Neve choice way more because I was surprised by the outcome, and that gave it more emotional weight. I thought it was just a random call; I didn't know one would be kidnapped!

Finally, the multiple endings. This was a choice that was not actually a choice. Getting the "true ending" was not based on decisions; it was just a check to see if you actually finished the game you just spent a bunch of money on. Like... yeah, obviously I finished all of the companion quests and faction quests?? I paid a lot of money to play this game so I did, in fact, play it.

For comparison, I thought a lot about BG3, which is another fantasy RPG that I played recently. That game allows you to make lots of choices that feel like part of the role-play and impact the ending of the game (is my Tav evil? Does my Tav want to rule the world with the Absolute's power or do they want to save it? Is my Tav willing to compromise with evil in order to make life easier?) Veilguard does not let you role-play much with Rook. You cannot create an evil Rook. You cannot play as a Rook who wants to tear down the Veil or side with the Evanuris. That's fine, I get that BG3 was a really hard game to make, but it makes Veilguard less of an RPG.

A closer comparison might be to look at a choice from a previous Dragon Age game. One decision that comes to mind was the choice between the Mages and the Templars in DAII. This isn't a particularly tactical choice (you still have to fight both bosses regardless) nor is it a choice that significantly changes the ending of the game. But it is a role-playing choice! By that point in the game, the player has gotten tons of information about the mage/templar conflict. They have seen multiple perspectives on the issue and seen the problems with both points of view. Therefore, the choice is fun because it feels like a declaration of belief. You, the player, are forced to pick which organization you see as less flawed or more ideologically valid, and by that point in the game, you care about that choice. Your companion characters are deeply invested in this conflict too, and so, if you care about them, then you care about the decision even when it doesn't change the ending.

With the choices in Veilguard, I was either not invested in the choice because the situation felt so arbitrary, or the choice was not really a role-play choice at all, but simply a sign of completing the game.

Problem 4: Companion Characters

Perhaps the most disappointing part of Veilguard to me is the characters, because I feel like they all had potential to be fascinating, but the writing played it way too safe.

A lot of the companions were strong concepts (a noir detective from Minrathous! an assassin possessed by a demon! a scholarly necromancer!) but I feel like their storylines never gave them much depth and often felt strangely unfinished. I think Lucanis and Harding suffered the most from being incredibly underwritten (Lucanis' Spite plotline feels like they just forgot to add another mission in?). Other characters had personal quests that were oddly paced (Bellara's brother is dead! Wait, no, he's alive. But we might have to kill him! Just kidding, we don't have to kill him. Oh no, he still died!) or with stakes that were not properly set-up (why does Neve care so much about a random templar guy who we never meet or learn anything about prior to her telling us that he died?)

Ultimately, I think the biggest issue I had with the companion characters is it felt like the writers never wanted to take any risks. There were no genuinely surprising twists like with Solas or Anders or Morrigan. There were no major RPG decisions like with Alistair or Isabella. There were no characters who were genuinely unlikable or flawed or at least morally ambiguous. I'm not insisting that companion characters all be dicks, but flawed characters feel more real, human, and therefore more empathetic to me. I love Cassandra because her faith and devotion to her cause does blind her to injustice. I love Fenris because his trauma has made him so defensive and prickly. I love Zevran because his survival strategies are horribly messed up.

I wish Veilguard had given us characters that felt more flawed. I wish they had been brave enough to show us companion characters acting terribly--lashing out in pain, or struggling with their core beliefs, or even fully betraying the party if their approval was low or the player made certain choices! Let me make Lucanis evil if I destroy Treviso! Let me see Neve genuinely go down a dark path and become the dark mage she has always fought against! Let me see Davrin truly asking himself if the Grey Wardens are a cause that he has the heart to fight for anymore!

In general, while it was cool to explore lots of different factions and parts of Thedas, the game never really put those perspectives into conversation. The threat of the Evanuris was meant to be so overwhelming and apocalyptic that in-fighting wouldn't really make sense. But I want in-fighting! I want the Veiljumpers to have serious issues with the Lord of Fortune surrounding ancient artifacts! I want the Grey Wardens to distrust the Antivan Crows because they are criminals. I want the Mournwatch and the Shadow Dragons to debate about what types of magic should be forbidden. Let things be complicated!

Veilguard, I beg you, let situations be emotionally difficult. Allow the player to be uncomfortable at times. Trust that the story will be better if the characters do not constantly announce to the player how they ought to feel and what is the Right and Correct Perspective.

Problem 5: Theme

This last point is less of a criticism and more of a diagnosis of sorts. Veilguard clearly has a theme relating to regret and how leaders are forced to bear the burden of regret for their decisions. Overall, I think the theme was pretty solid and I actually really liked most of the parts about Solas and Rook, their bond, and the Varric twist. No complaints there (although a symptom of a larger disease that Solas and Varric, characters from prior games, were my favorite parts of this game).

However, I think the rest of the game would have been so much stronger if the writers are really honed in on this theme in the side-quests and companion quests. In general, a lot of Veilguard felt slightly directionless and lacking cohesion. If other story arcs and faction quests had also shown the player different examples of "regret as a prison," that could have been a cool way to make those parts of the story feel more meaningful.

But even if the theme were more fully explored in companion quests and side quests, I still think that the game needs more focus in order to tell an effective story. Honestly, if I were writing the game, I would have limited the setting to Tevinter and the conflict to the issue between Rook and Solas. The Evanuris are fine villains, but immediately making the stakes so massive and global makes the story kinda scattered. I would have waited until the endgame to let them out.

If anyone ever wants to read by in-depth "how I would fix Veilgaurd" post, please let me know lol. I have many ideas.

Conclusions:

I don't want to jump on the Veilgaurd hate train too hard, because a lot of people have not been making their criticisms in good faith. But I do feel disappointed by this game, not just because I am a fan of the franchise, but because it feels like it plays into a bigger issue with narrative art today.

Veilguard fails because it feels deeply corporate, sanitized, insincere, and pathologically afraid of getting messy. Even if that means its lows are never that low, I would prefer it to swing hard and miss hard. I like art that actually has something to say other than "hello, here is more of the thing you like, please give us money." Some games are giving us these amazing stories, but not many of them are coming from big studios. I wish Dragon Age had gone in the direction of being a smaller, shittier, but infinitely more loved franchise. I wish the graphics still looked like ass, but I could fall in love with a mass of horrible polygons anyways because the writing was so compelling.

Instead, we got this glossy, over-worked, and pretty underwhelming game. Veilguard is a game for the modern era of soulless, irony-poisoned, pandering capitalists and I hate it, thanks. I hate it.

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Finale

There comes a moment where I continuously run into walls when I'm trying to figure out the colors in a show, so I finally just start Bird-Boxing it (stop seeing the colors and just start enjoying the feels), and now that I am watching the last episode of this series, I have decided it's time to forget the colors and embrace the vibes. Therefore, I'm Bird-Boxing it.

Because if I weren't, I'd be big mad that even with the divider in the way to give me the perspective of being in prison, Kant and Style are wearing whatever colors they are wearing right now when I fully believe Kant is a Green Guy and Style is a Red Rascal.

But like most white cops, I'm only seeing what I want to.

And what I'm choosing to see is Style FINALLY wearing that amazing pink top as he openly announces that he wants to touch the man he loves to Kant (in blue?!) and this cop who I feel was not homophobic when this all started but is slowly beginning to hate the gays after having to deal with Style regularly.

But it works! And Kant is now teaching art in the prison while wearing . . . orange? Red? I don't know. I said I was Bird-Boxing this, and that's what I'm going to do, so I need to be more invested in the simple fact that Kant did not allow Bison to keep the broken pencil to shank the next man who thinks he can run up on him. Smart move, Kant. We don't want more prison time!

Fadel has been in prison for one whole day and, somehow, looks even more angelic. Baby, not murdering people looks good on you. It makes your skin glow.

Or is it love that makes Fadel look good? Because I'd also look happy if I turned a corner in prison and saw this fine man standing in front of me instead of the little bit of rage I'm currently feeling since Style is wearing green. /Bird Box\

OH THANK GOODNESS! HE HEARD ME! Style, you have always been my favorite . . . after Fadel, so you deserve to get choked by your man today (because we know you like it!).

Kant is going to stay on his bullshit I see, but I am surprised that in this GMMTV prison, they change uniforms every single year when I can't even get tres leches in this economy.

Speaking of GMMTV - Break. Up. The. Ships. We all know what I'm talking about here.

Bison has a big bro and now a big sis. I also sit like this in my chanclas and short shorts when I'm minding other people's business. I trust this one with my life and my sexual exploits.

I know prison sex is happening and that should take priority, but Kant is wearing red, which is Red Rascal Bison's color, on the day that they have sex, and I think that is peak romance. Bison and I are easy. Wear our color and have sex with us in public places, so we know it's real. Simple!

But I am shocked that Style is not having public prison sex too! Instead, he is having to handle Fadel pouting because our Black Brooder is still so scared to lose Style that he will push him away first. Style, you are now my favorite. You show that man you a crazy committed. Emphasis on "crazy."

I know that was Jojo, but I have a 30 images limit AND NOW STYLE IS WEARING RED AGAIN and lying about Fadel going to culinary school! I knew there was a reason he was my favorite. Lie, Laugh, Love, babygirl.

Babe has not been around much, but this is a deep kid with all his Shakespeare books and giving Bison The Count of Monte Cristo. Of course he would want his brother's name. He is going to do well in life because his bother raised him right and especially because while his brother honeymooned on an island for Lord only knows how long after being taken hostage, Babe was fine by himself. I didn't forget that even if the plot did.

Fadel, my little emo homo is a clear case of "you can take the black off the brooder, but he will never stop brooding" because the way he is still upset that he misses Style when he isn't around is so endearing. He needs to go back to that support group when he gets out though because this is ~trauma~ speaking.

BUT THEY'RE FREE!!!!! (and nobody is in their color because this show hates me)

I already knew Style had bought the restaurant back, so I don't know why I'm acting surprised right now, but I think it's the way Fadel is looking at him with so much love that is just hitting me right in my feels.

And even though I know now is not the time to state this as everyone is getting kidnapped, I can't help but notice Khaotung is beautiful. Not Bison. Khaotung. I did not appreciate him enough in this show. I''m sorry, beautiful.

I could tell Lilly had lost her money because her invite was in Sharpie like a last minute garage sale sign. She could've saved the paper and sent a text. Also, when did they learn English in Hitman School? Between Guns 101 and Poisons 210?

I feel this way when I visit my family too, guys. And by that, I mean awkward, hostile, and most times as if I'm there as a forced hostage. BUT BISON AND FADEL ARE WEARING THEIR COLORS!!!! Kant and Style though? /Bird Box\

Forgive me, Father, for I know this devil has done wrong, but I am still very attracted to her. I think I can save her, and if not, at least I can have a good time trying. Amen.

I thought they should've shot her in the bathroom long ago, so I ain't mad that murder is back on the (dinner) table after she was trying to kill the last living parent and Babe! She did trained her sons to finish the job, so she should at least be proud that she trained them well, but I really wanted Keen to come in and finally show her he was capable of seeing a murder all the way through. I also didn't forget abut him even if the plot did.

They just murdered their mother, so shooting the beginning of the scene behind the bars isn't funny, but what is funny is the fact that I know people with felonies can get into Iceland without a special visa unlike other countries. I learned this from a lesbian when I went there for Pride a few years ago. We were discussing sheep, so it clearly made sense within the conversation.

STYLE GOT THE CAR! THE PLOT DID NOT FORGET! And the dots on the die keychain are red!

Fadel is too pretty to be looking at his man like that after five years of being locked up. This man is about to get that good shit! Every. Single. Day.

FADEL LOVES HIM 100%!

Even though I have Bird-Boxed my way through the colors in this final episode (yes, I have), I like that the boys ended up in Iceland seeing the Northern Lights, so they have a green coloring to them (for a Green Guy?!). Also, I highly suggest going to Iceland. Björk, as an institution, makes sense once you visit. Trust me.

And now Fadel doesn't give two shits about Style driving safely because he found love in a hopeless place, and if they die in Bangkok traffic, they'll die together (since Fadel already has the graves dug).

In conclusion, Fadel is a Black Brooder, Bison is a Red Rascal, and much like Fadel in love, I don't give two effs what anybody has to say because according to me, myself, and yo, Style is also a Red Rascal, and Kant is a Green Guy.

But I wouldn't know any of that because /Bird Box\

[kings-highway]

What are your thoughts on the asadai friendship?

Asadai friendship is so perfect. Idk why Asahi is so chronically afraid of him but I also feel like they have Big Mastiff Dog energy that is afraid of Small Cat but Big Dog can and sometimes does sit on Small Cat and its a problem. like I think ive said it before but I imagine asahi is stronger than daichi especially during high school (maybe not afterwards) and he can and will just fucking throw daichi around if he wanted to and is one of the only people who CAN but instead he's just afraid of him? like dude youve got inches on him why are you crying. Yes I know he's scary but you - oh my god.

i also imagine that when Asahi is feeling more relaxed and more confident his relationship with daichi is a lot more classically bro-ish. like i can image them staying up to play some street fighter videogame together and getting into fake physical altercations that asahi for no reason immediately looses because he panics when he very much should be winning them.

Idk I have always seen Asahi as a very precious friend for Daichi, like one of those high school connections that even if their friendship faded over the years would still be constantly telling stories from. "This kid I knew back in high school," or "one of my best friends when I was a teenager" are constant phrases used before telling the most insane 100% true story.

however to circle back around to my first point I do really fucking like the mental image of asahi picking daichi up. I really think he could do it. i think he deserves to do it. Flex those muscles baby show him you wont be pushed around any longer.

And while we know nishinoya is first in line to defend asahi if anyone starts talking shit i KNOW daichi has a zero anti-asahi slander tolerance. Him and Suga are the only people allowed to verbally, physically and mentally abuse him.

[tacroyy]

yesterday we went to a sort of baby gathering thing, where there were a total of six babies, i think, from the ages of about five to fourteen months, and their parents. we didn't know most of the people there very well.

one lady introduced herself to my wife, who was playing with our baby. i was sitting behind my wife. the lady asked if i was here with a baby. she immediately realized she had fumbled when i said that i was being escorted by [our baby's name] and put my hand on my wife's shoulder. she was really nice to me for the rest of the gathering. i was really nice to her. i don't hold it against her. i'm not calling her out. i'm just using this as contrast for the next part.

a little bit later, i was talking to a different lady about our dogs, and how her dog was handling their baby. i wanted to talk about how when my wife was pregnant, our pit bull mix got really, really protective of my wife, and this lady had a pit bull too, so i was wondering, did her pit bull do that? but i didn't want to assume that just because she was a woman (as far as i knew) with a baby that she had been pregnant.

the phrase i loaded, briefly, was: "how did your dog react when you were pregnant?" because i have been raised in this society, after all. but then i tossed that aside as so often must be done, and instead said, clearly leading up to talking about dogs being protective during pregnancy, "were you pregnant?"

for just a second, she had this look. then she said, "no, actually, we used a surrogate."

so i said, "oh, how did you handle that with the dogs?"

and we talked about that for a while. then i told about how our pit bull was protective of my wife while she was pregnant, and she wondered if hers would be protective of someone who was pregnant, and we continued to delight in the joy that is owning a pit bull, and kept talking.

i don't know if she's queer. maybe! she mentioned a male partner, which is—i must state, just to be sure that you know where i stand and where the right place to stand is—completely irrelevant to being female-appearing and queer. maybe she's trans. maybe she's disabled. maybe she didn't want to be pregnant. maybe she couldn't get pregnant. who knows. it didn't matter to that conversation. i didn't ask.

but i am pretty sure that i may have been the first person she had ever talked to who had not immediately assumed that she had been pregnant with her baby. that microexpression said a lot. it told me that since i was queer, and looked like a woman, and was allowing usage of she/her for me by others, and had a baby that i hadn't been pregnant with, that i had maybe experienced this too, and that even if i hadn't, that i was aware of what it was like to be female-appearing and to have not been pregnant with one's child.

i think that little interaction did a lot of work. several other people witnessed it. my wife asked me later, "did you know she hadn't been pregnant?" because i hadn't actually ever done that before. when i've talked to people about their pregnancies, i've known for sure that they were pregnant. if i didn't know for sure that they were pregnant, i wouldn't talk to them about a hypothetical pregnancy of theirs, even if they had a baby and ~looked like a woman. i just hadn't had a chance to put that in action yet. and the first time i did, look what happened.

i'm not making this post to say, "inclusive language is for everyone!" or some bullshit (although it is; that's just not the point). i'm saying that any assumptions you make about people reflect on your own experience, and that a wide variety of people share or do not share different types of experiences, and that there is something very, very warm and affirming in both seeing and being seen.

[kerink]

@illusioncanthurtme @bee-snail two for one zodiac special! something in the water today i guess lol

i don't have the start or end of my au fleshed out enough to really comment on the zodiac with confidence. while i know for certain they're not present at the start, i'm not sure how i want bill's defeat to go down. but no matter, because for at least most of the story they're wandering the wastelands.

when i was first coming up with this au, my idea had been that it would start when gideon is in jail. instead of making the deal that enabled bill to possess blendin, bill walks gideon through a ritual that will give bill a temporary physical form using gideon's blood and hair. he then uses this form to attack the pines family directly and with more of his typical abilities, allowing him to get the upper hand much more quickly and with a more serious threat.

what i liked about this idea was that it dragged gideon in from the start and really shifted more of the blame onto him. as funny as i find it for it to be "the pines family saves the world and gideon's there also," i think it brings him into the family dynamic more if ford is able to relate to him. the pines family can only be as mad at gideon as they are at ford, because both are guilty of bringing bill to gravity falls. it also allows gideon to have a clear path to redemption and gives him a role model in ford, which would be fun to have him and dipper have tension over.

what i don't like about this idea is that i feel like it'd be too complicated of a way to start, i think it introduces too many questions i don't know if i want to either answer or pretend not to see. i've toyed around with bill having the same show-down with the pines family, but it's after he shatters the rift and blendin fucks off, where instead of retreating, ford and dipper go after mabel, which prevents bills from taking her hostage. i've toyed around with it taking place right after bill captures the pines family post-failed zodiac. i don't know! i'm still leaning towards gideon and i'll just suck it up lol

but anyway, either way, the zodiac has not been assembled.

but like i said, i'm not sure how i want it to end yet! the first half of the au is horror, with everyone in bill's playpen, but the second half is scifi.

spoilers:

the pines + gideon are eventually able to escape the fearamid once time baby crashes the party. ford is able to use the distraction to lead the family away and find a space ship. because not everyone on earth is part of bill's main crew, and as much as they like to pretend at being demons, at the end of the day they're aliens and would have to travel across the nightmare realm to get to the rift.

so ford is able to find a ship he knows how to pilot manually, rips out the ai, and is able to get the family to one of the revolution base/refugee camps where he knows people from his portal days. from there the team are able to recover and regroup while ford hammers out his plan to return to alternate earth and beg fiddleford to help him build another huge fuck off gun, because HIS is back at the mystery shack and bill has that place on lock.

ive been toying for weeks with how i want the final show down to go down. do i want ford to kill him with the gun? do i want stan to pose as ford and kill him with the gun (because if he fails then at least ford has the knowledge and resources to keep the kids safe)? do i want it to fail like in the show and they HAVE to summon the zodiac? i don't know yet! work in progress!

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I personally prefer giving baby Durge a loving foster family who genuinely wanted to help them and i'm devastated my take on their family died tbh. They did their best, it's not their fault their child accidentally murdered them, ended up homeless, fell into a violent cult, grew up to have terrible taste in men, and then got dragged into another violent cult and tried to end the world

But there's also potential for Durge's parents to be like the Flymms: convinced their child is the devil incarnate, but still allowing themselves to be 'burdened' by raising them for [insert reason here].

Some headcanon that the foster family knew what Durge was, and were Bhaalists. An alternate theory from that is that they weren't, but they knew what Durge was - or at least that they had Lower Planes ancestry and inherent evil within them.

There are apparently signs ('marks of chaos') that can be used to identify Bhaalspawn on sight, whatever they might be. Generally it's Bhaal's clerics who know what to look for, but maybe other diviners could suss it out:

'Nay, the boy did not spring from Nyalee's loins. Nyalee did see him for the spawn-child he was while but a babe and stole him from the crib! Raise him here in this temple as her own did she!' - Nyalee, priestess of Bhaal; BG2: Throne of Bhaal

'Carrying the taint of evil in their very souls, tieflings are persecuted and feared in most parts of Faerûn. Those with gross physical alterations are often killed at birth, and even those with less noticeable physical traits are sometimes killed by their own horrified parents. Occasionally a tiefling is born to someone indifferent to its appearance, determined to redeem it, willing to exploit it, or evil enough not to care about its nature, and these tieflings are most likely to survive to adulthood [...] rarely has a tiefling been raised in a home filled with love.' - Races of Faerûn, explaining what happens if people know you have Lower Plane ancestry

'You are still a valuable commodity. There are those that know of the children of Bhaal, and they may desire... services from you.' - Jaheira, BG2: Shadows of Amn

Maybe they were trying to save the evil monster, maybe they were like that True Soul with 'Barnabus' trying to 'civilise' the gnolls via what is clearly horrific torture (but for a good cause!)

It could've been dark. You could even, if you're as much of a bastard as I am, put Durge through a succession of different guardians before they came of age, all with their own agendas.