#please no dr 2 and 3 spoilers

[gladosluver]

danganronpa plot twists

dr1: trigger happy havoc - junko enoshima

dr2: goodbye despair - junko enoshima (ai edition ft. izuru kamukura)

dr3: despair arc - junko enoshima

dr3: future arc - the successor to junko enoshima and victims of despair caused by junko enoshima are hiding among the future foundation

drv3: killing harmony - junko enoshima (cosplay edition)

dr ae: ultra despair girls - kids get persuaded by junko enoshima and want someone to be the successor to junko enoshima

danganronpa zero - junko enoshima (short term memory loss edition)

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did anybody see the newest episode of danganronpa 52 lollllllll

#there is something deeply wrong with team dr im afraid #A DEATH SO SOON JESUSSSSSS where was the ult cardiologist at......... #dr52 liveblog #dr52 spoilers #lee chat

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Gonna try getting into the new season lol, I stopped watching at season 37. No spoilers please

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Okay wow a lot has changed! Everything is so high tech now??? I kinda miss when they just kept it more simple and had them all locked in a school ngl but maybe thats just me liking season 1 lol. Im really liking Jiro so far Im hoping he at least makes it to chapter 3 because I really wanna know more about that guy

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You've gotta be kidding.

#CHAPTER ONE? HE DIED CHAPTER ONE? #THIS IS WHY I HATE ALL OF THE NEW SEASONS SO FUCKIGN BAD #THEY ONLY CARE ABOUT SHOCK VALUE AND THEY DONT CARE ABOUT STORY #THAT DEATH MAKES NO SENSE THERE ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING #Im logging off.

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just a reminder that wishing death on any of the danganronpa writers makes you a terrible person and all of your favorite danganronpa characters hate you if you do that! 🤗 this is danganronpa so a lot of them will die 🤗 that doesnt mean you get to be a dickhead to team dr 🤗 get over it! 🤗

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oh my god can anybody in this fandom just be normal and not use this weird passive aggressive tone for every single post. the writers do not give less of a fuck and neither do the actors theyre all dealing with their own shit

#i hate this fandom istg. and stop calling them characters the flashback light doesnt make them entirely fake #theyre still actual people #with feelings #danganronpa 52

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this is NOT what ultimate hope makoto naegi would have wanted

#dr52 spoilers #lucky student killed first chapter <;/3 #shut up you [txt]

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kazuichi sighted in the new post-season promo video he looks so g.ood .... . id let him do anything to me

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HELLO?

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Puhuhu! New episode of DANGANRONPA 52 out TODAY at 1pm JST! Make sure to bring your popcorn and your bagels, this episode sure gets.... despairful 👀You won't wanna miss it!

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can early season purists please get their heads out of nagito komaedas ass. he does not want to fuck you

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Waiittttt Jiro is so cute actually XD He keeps tripping over his shoelaces in the background of scenes LOL he's so smol ..............

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I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF

#he's DEAD?????????????????????????????????

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keep in mind the danganronpa actors are still real people and they can see all of you thirsting over them ok. please be normal. just because they went through the effects of the flashback light doesnt mean its ok to be a fucking weirdo to hajime whenever he walks outside

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They're celebrities. People are going to find celebrities attractive, especially if these are people they see on screens and billboards every day. If you pick up the nearest magazine you find you're probably going to find Junko Enoshima in it. And maybe you should consider that those "weirdos" who are walking up to Hajime are simply fans that want to greet him. We've watched these people fight through hell, cry, laugh, and find hope along the way. Of course we are going to get attached to them, especially to those of us who have been keeping up with them for a long time now. You're basically asking a bunch of teenagers to close their eyes and pretend their favorite media doesn't exist.

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i literally did not say that

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have you maybe ever considered that maybe some people get hyperfixations??

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oh my fucking god.

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anybody in this thread smoke weed

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OKKKKK WAIT WHY IS RANTARO KINDA 👀👀👀

#the way he got so serious while investigating.............. #wasnt a huge fan of him at the start but he's growing on me lowkey #dr52 #danganronpa 52 #dr52 #orange speaks!

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#FUFUUUCUCKKCKCCKKKCKKCKC I REALLY LIEKD HIM!!!3!@!#(!# #FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK #ORUUGH WHY COULDNT HAVE BEEN MOMO #dr52 lb

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no chapter 1 death is ever gonna beat sayaka imo #girl

#it just really started the series off so well and no other chapter 1 victim has impressed me tbh #ugh but idk shes kinda annoying now with all of her interviewssss like girl its ok to not smile sometimes lmfao #sayaka maizono #dr52 critical #maru.txt

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guy ists ok hes not actually dead hes just sleeping guys

#guys #danganronpa 52 #danganronpa 52 spoilers #<- ??? just in case

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ok queen speak your truth i guess

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THIS MIGHT BE A CLUE THIS MGIHT BE A CLUE TO JIROS KILLER IM LOOKIGNGGGGG SO HARD AT AKEMI RIGHT NOW

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i think she might have just accidentally posted a draft lol

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I dont know............. team dr has done this before where they leave littel clues in places and this seems a little TOO coincidental

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I hit the post button too early.

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KYOKO KIRIGIRI?

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[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 5)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Mild Smut, Age-Gap, Infidelity

Words: 2,406

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4

It was six o’clock on Sunday evening and, just as discussed with your professor a few days ago when he startled you inside the chemistry lab, you were waiting for him to arrive at the Chevalier residence.

Haakon Chevalier and his wife were away for the weekend and you did not expect them to return until tomorrow which is why you believed the timing for your mentoring session to be just perfect. Unlike usual, you made an effort tonight, just in case your professor wanted to stay and explore more than just quantum physics and the collapse of stars and supernovas, which was something that was of particular interest to you when it came to your thesis. You wanted to expand on J Robert Oppenheimer’s very own theory and this was exactly why he became your mentor.

Yet, you wanted him to be more than just that as, at least to you, J Robert Oppenheimer was the most handsome man you had ever seen with his dark hair and his blue eyes, full lips and sharp cheekbones. J Robert Oppenheimer was mature and incredibly intelligent and it was his intellect that turned you on the most. He was smarter than anyone else you had ever met before and you felt as though he understood your intellectual needs and desires just perfectly.

Thus, you stiffened in your chair just by thinking of him and his impending arrival at the Chevalier residence. A mix of dread and desire washed over you and, eventually, you stood up and smoothed down your dress and walked to the bathroom.

You flipped on the light and looked in the mirror before fingering your hair. Your eyes were big and dark, dark lashes curled up with a subtle shimmer painted across your eyelids, matching the simple black dress you were wearing.

It made you look older and more mature and you hoped that Dr Oppenheimer would appreciate it, seeing that you looked elegant but not inappropriately suggestive.

When you were done looking yourself over, you walked downstairs again like a nervous chicken, carrying a few physics books in your hands which you knew you would need in order to discuss your very own theory with him.

You knew that you had to be prepared and prepared you were when, finally, you heard a knock on the door.

“Dr Oppenheimer, please come in” you said after, without wearing any shoes or stockings, you tippy toed towards the door.

“I can see that you have already prepared your paperwork, so we shall get started right away, yes?” Dr Oppenheimer asked, skipping any kind of small talk and cutting straight to the point.

“Yes, perhaps we should, although I was going to offer you a drink first as, no doubt, you had a rather busy and demanding week” you suggested while looking at him and his deep blue eyes which, so seemingly, followed you as you walked across the room barefooted.

“I suppose I could have one drink” Dr Oppenheimer said, falling into your gaze for a short moment, before you forced yourself to look away. You tried hard to take him all in as he took off his hat and suit jacket, but you simply could not. It was way too difficult for you to do so without blushing.

“Wine or gin?” you then asked, although you already knew the answer and had the gin bottle opened before he could respond.

“Gin, please” he confirmed before he dropped his books on to the coffee table as well and sat down on one of the rather soft and comfortable armchairs.

“Alright, gin it is” you said while pouring two glasses and later carrying them over towards where he was sitting before throwing one of the larger pillows onto the rug beneath your feet and kneeling on top of it.

“Should I join you down there?” Dr Oppenheimer then asked with amusement, seeing that you chose to sit on a pillow on the floor rather than on the large sofa behind you.

“If you like. It’s just a silly habit of mine” you pointed out as you opened one of the books that you had placed on top of the large coffee table earlier that night.

“Alright. I suppose the comfort of upholstery is highly overrated” Dr Oppenheimer responded sarcastically before slipping off his shoes, throwing another pillow onto the floor and joining you by sitting down right by your side.

“It sure is, professor” you chuckled before showing him the sheets that you had prepared and, just as you gave him your workbook, your hands touched briefly, resulting yet in another tingle on your skin.

"Well, let's figure out where you are at and what we need to work on” Dr Oppenheimer told you while taking a pen from the stash of pens you had left on the table and reading through your calculations which, in his mind, appeared to be incomplete.

“Miss Y/LN, you seem to have omitted a few steps in your calculations” he then pointed out and, when you looked at your papers again, you realised that he was right. An entire sheet was missing and you did not know where you had put it.

“I am so sorry. I did write it all out but I must have left some of my notes at the lab last night when I was working with the reactor” you admitted with great embarrassment, causing Dr Oppenheimer to furrow his eyebrows and make a somewhat terrible suggestion.

“Can you replicate your calculations?” he asked and, by this point, panic had sat in.

“From memory?” you asked and when Dr Oppenheimer nodded, you nodded as well, telling him that you would try.

Unfortunatly for you though, as soon as you put pen to paper, you were lost. You were so completely lost that, by that time, you had forgotten that Dr Oppenheimer was even sitting there watching you and then you jumped when he touched the small of your back and told you to stop what you were doing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..." he said while pointing at the problem you were facing and, just as he did, you locked eyes and you could not look away. It was as though he was peering into your soul, searching out your deepest secrets and desires. His pupils expanded as his iris contracted. The colours shifted through a spectrum of greys and blues and you were absolutely lost in his eyes.

“I can show you my calculations upstairs, in my bedroom. I did them before starting the experiment. The experiment confirmed some of my theory and the calculations I did earlier this week, except for formula three. Formula three changed and I can replicate this change. Come. I will show you” you then said suddenly and a little too abruptly after snapping out of your trance and your words startled Dr Oppenheimer as well.

"You want me to come upstairs, to your bedroom?” he asked somewhat surprised while furrowing his eyebrows again and you nodded.

“Yes. Come on” you said while noticing that his eyes were wandering to your breasts as you stood up and, just as they did, his chest flexed, either involuntarily or on purpose.

“Mhhm” Dr Oppenheimer then simply said, clearing his throat before standing up and following you upstairs, to your bedroom.

***

Seconds later, you reached your bedroom and when Dr Oppenheimer saw the large chalk board across from your bed, he was rather surprised.

In fact, he was surprised by the entirety of your bedroom which consisted of a small bed, three overfilled bookshelves, a small closet, and an oversized chalkboard, containing calculations on dark matter.

“This is one hell of a chalkboard” Dr Oppenheimer thus teased and you could not help but break out in laughter, seeing how awkward this was, standing in your bedroom with your professor.

“I only just realised how inappropriate it was for me to ask you to come to my bedroom. I am so sorry” you acknowledged while he stood there, totally engulfed by his own thoughts of stars exploding.

“Uh huh” he simply murmured while taking in what you are suggesting just as you amended formula three, replicating what you saw during your experiments in the lab.

“What you are suggesting is not the collapse of a star. It is the explosion of a star. There would have to be an ejection of most of its mass which is something that has to be visible” Dr Oppenheimer then said with his velvet smooth voice as he looked you right in the eyes.

“Yes, it would be visible, from space, but not necessarily from here. It depends entirely on the location of the star” you responded with some nervousness in your voice which is when Robert shifted closer towards you and you could feel the heat from his body beside you.

It was purely intoxicating and, if you were to lean in right now, you would have been able to kiss him. But, you only let that thought simmer for a moment before pushing it away, afraid to make the move which you wanted him to make so desperately.

“This hypothesis would change how we think about nuclear transformation” Robert eventually said and your cheeks became flushed as you tried to deflect on his statement, but your brain did not think so you blurted out a slightly whispered "maybe"..

“Maybe?” Robert chuckled. His smile grew big and his eyes began to search you, causing you to gulp.

“You should be more confident with your answer Miss Y/LN” Robert then said before leaning in slightly and bringing his hands up to gently touch your face.

“You are smart and intelligent. Your calculations seem to be correct and logical and your conclusions are impressive. Now you just have to prove your theory” Robert told you with a sense of affection and awe in his voice, to which you simply nodded again, unable to form words under the attraction that you were feeling towards this god-like man right now.

“You impressed me Y/N” Robert then pointed out, for the first time using your first name, as he moved one of his fingers to your lips, tracing an outline of them.

You gasped in response to his gentle touch while your body was vibrating for him. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and you could hear the whooshing of blood as your body radiated from his touch.

“May I kiss you?” he then asked somewhat reluctantly himself as he leaned his face towards yours until his lips were almost touching your lips.

“Yes, please do” you gasped as you stopped breathing before, suddenly, you felt the anticipation of a teenage girl waiting for her crush to kiss her at a school dance.

Following your approval, Robert closed the gap between you, touching his lips to yours. He was slow at first, but then you become enveloped with passion and your hands reached for his hair and your tongue pushed through the barrier of his lips and reached its destination.

Your tongues became encompassed with a passionate dance and you moaned against his lips while slowly, but surely, losing control. Robert’s hands began to move from your face down to your arms, moving lower and lower until they were resting on your thighs as you were still locked in this passionate dance of mouths, only ever pausing to breathe.

Robert was a sensational kisser and just as he circled his tongue around yours his hands started moving up your thighs again slightly. Your body responded by begging them to move faster and then, all so suddenly, an unfamiliar heat began to form in your lower regions.

With that, you started to move a little and your hands became bolder and bolder as you continued to envelop each other mouths. You ran yours hands down Robert’s chest, teasing the fabric of his shirt before, finally, your hands moved lower as your fingers caught the edge of where his shirt met his belt.

You then started undoing one button after another, moving upwards one by one, praying that he would not resist and, sure enough, resistance was the last thing on Robert’s mind right now.

Eventually, while still kissing each other, you completed your task and his heat poured out as soon as the white fabric dropped to the floor, revealing his slim but incredible physique. You then began to touch him, running your hands down his chest and through the small patch of hair on his chest before feeling the taut muscle under your fingers.

As you were touching Robert gently, he moaned against your lips while, all at the same time, his fingers moved up until they were resting at the back of your dress, which is where Robert found the very top of your zipper.

As he slowly unzipped your dress, you began to moan louder, almost begging for him to touch you which is when slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and you gently pushed your garment down until your dress was caught by the outline of your hips.

This when you opened your eyes, breaking your kiss momentarily.

“I should let you know that I have not done this before” you stammered huskily against his lips as his hands caressed the skin now exposed on your back.

“What do you mean?” Robert asked as he held you close, never letting go of his embrace.

“I have not slept with anyone yet. Not with a man anyway. It just never eventuated” you admitted, causing Robert to clear his throat and withdraw.  

“Then perhaps we should stop this right here. I am not the man for you” he pointed out and you reached for his hands, holding them in yours before bringing them back to your half-naked body.

“Why?” you asked huskily, wanting to continue you where you had left of.

“Because I will not be able to give you what you want” Robert determined but you shook your head and sighed.

“I haven’t told you what I want, so do you just presume to know?” you asked while rolling your eyes.

“I am married and I am not going to leave my wife” Robert said before withdrawing again and, for a brief moment, you stepped away from him and leaned back against the chalkboard with yet another sigh escaping your lips.

To be continued…

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[aoxizu]

i have another 2.1 character dynamic post in the recesses of my brain but i need to get this out first

star rail's 2.1 update main plotline leans a lot more into existentialism and absurdism than i thought it would which is a really nice surprise

like i thought before 2.0 that at most it was just going to be some "oh no capitalism bad ipc bad cults also bad" thing but honestly what we got is so much more interesting. the spoilers start now

also massive disclaimer i am not a philosophist and actually i really don't like philosophy because it makes my brain hurt and i would much rather just look at logical nice things like math and plants so. if i get anything wrong please correct me

acheron's past and how she became an emanator of nihility reminds me somewhat of the absurdist theme of how people always look for meaning when there isn't any, until they finally realize that the universe is meaningless

and the entire path of nihility basically is a road towards that realization that people tread on, and the difference between the real world and star rail is that in the real world here we have people who will see that and then go write a book about a guy not crying at his mother's funeral, whereas in star rail it seems that just accepting that the universe is meaningless turns you into a pathstrider or even emanator of the nihility (not sure if i remember the details, correct me if i'm wrong)

and then aventurine's whole motivation is trying to understand why the universe is so cruel to him, and to find meaning when you have everything except freedom, both of which are absurdist themes

the leap of faith argument often attributed to søren kierkegaard claims that even though there is no rational logic for believing in god, you should do it anyway because the alternatives are madness, suicide, and ignorance. this was one solution to the problem of confronting the universe's meaninglessness: choosing to believe in a higher being regardless

later world wars i and ii both contributed heavily to the rise of absurdism as people returned from the war, having seen so many others die around them, and then just going back to a normal society with none of what they as individual soldiers had contributed seemingly doing anything. and then it happened again, but on a much greater scale with even more deaths. both wars and the destruction they brought led many people to start questioning why a supposedly moral god could allow this suffering, and this is where camus comes in and says that actually religion and nationalism both aren't good solutions, and instead we should just accept meaninglessness and keep living despite the absurdity

and i think dr ratio's scroll thing kind of relates to that

he tells aventurine to open it when he's about to die, or when he's completely out of answers for the question of how to confront absurdity

and dr ratio's answer for aventurine is to just tell him to keep living, good luck

which is. yeah

it's the argument that there are more answers to nihilism than just 1) going insane, 2) pretending like it doesn't exist, and 3) dying

it's the bold claim that despite everything, you can still choose to live

sure nothing makes sense but that does not detract from your life. it doesn't need to make sense at all

and with the understanding that things do not need to fit our human definition of meaning, we can continue on knowing our true place in the universe

and with that aventurine walks into the very big black hole like look at that thing you cannot tell me there is no symbolism there

let's go back to acheron.

in the part where you get a snippet of acheron's conversation with some guy just before this cutscene, the other party states that "[IX] leave[s] woven strands of fate for humans to walk, and together THEY weave a great shadow...And this shadow silently envelops them."

which to me sounds like a statement on how people across time and space have again and again come to the same question, what is the meaning of life?

and acheron's whole color thing seems to mean that she is one of the few who, after walking so far on the path of nihility, somehow have not died yet, be it from madness or something else

like it seems implied that many many more have seen the meaninglessness of the universe and have not reacted as well as acheron has

ok i have more to say about the elation and how it in turn relates to the nihility but that will have to come later but there is. a lot of interesting things there to explore

once again disclaimer: I Am Not A Philosophist And Do Not Know What The Correct Definitions Of These Words I'm Throwing Around Are. thank you for coming to my ted talk that was more of a longwinded ramble

[dont-call-me-beantown]

hey y'all! alex finally convinced me to get tumblr (i don't know how she/he managed to sneak another phone into the hotel, let alone get cell service, but the less questions asked the better, i guess.)

i'm magnus.

no, you may not call me beantown, or rapunzel, or will solace 2.0, or fruity edge. i will punch you <3.

umm, dunno what else i need to say.

im 16

i'm pan (no i am not attracted to pans. i am attracted to alex)

i'm dead (spoiler alert. don't tell the fbi please i think i have like 90 counts of destruction of public property.)

i live on floor 19 in hotel valhalla. don't try and come for a visit, it never ends well.

THINGS WE HAVE GOTTEN BANNED FROM FLOOR 19:

trampolines

the secret pathway to the pizza place (you will be missed)

thin walls (TJ YOUR VIDEO GAMES SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS GETTING FUCKING MURDERED. I DON'T NEED THAT AT 4 AM)

portable kilns (fire hurts, alex)

taylor swift, selena gomez, ariana grande, beyonce and the original broadway cast of 'cats' (thanks, jack)

THE NORSE SQUAD:

THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND LIGHT OF MY WORLD: @alexf1erroo

oh look its one of my father figures: @runelordhearthstone

MACDONALDS: @mallory-keen-to-kill-you

the ones i (sort of) know:

ANNABETH MY AMAZING COUSIN: @not-annabeth

the one i will never stop getting compared to: @dr-flipflops

the ghost king: @nico-sees-dead-people

PERCY MY MAN: @seewead-brian

annabeth's friend number 1 (all i know is you can get really cool bling from her if you ask nicely enough): @pjosideblog

crescent: @cresent-solace

another blond boy. annabeth and percy like to collect them i guess: @demi-gods-blonde-superman

annabeth's friend number 2: @proud-tree-hugger

annabeth's roman scary friend: @praetorofthebestlegion

car stealer with a rich dad: @theghostsaredancing

prophecy lady? i don't like prophecies: @rackel-mackerel-dare

another camp half blood girly: @silena-beauregard-xxx

cookie dough ice-cream's mortal enemy @zankfrang23

another camp half blood girly 2.0: @sun-girl-official

this guy has died almost as many times as me: @mrmcshizzleandh-meister

he steals stuff. be warned: @connorstollslays

quinn: @quinn-is-victory

selena: @beauty-queennn

ex-god apparently? idk annabeth didn't catch me up on enough: @calypsoontheisland

ex-god number 2?? how many of them are there holy moly. someone please do that to thor: @no-longer-lester

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thats all pookies <3

pro-tip from someone who doesn't make good decisions: never sign up for pottery making to the death just because your boyfriend/girlfriend wants you to. it never ends well.

my main acc is @charbroiledchicken (follow for writeblr and fandom stuff. i also do fanfiction requests so drop me an ask)

[theanxiousghostartist]

TMAGP 21 Spoilers

We are so back, guys!

This is going to be a mix of reactions and theories. Please bear with me 😅

Celia/Sam Pre- Case Chat: I really liked the character building here, with Sam and Celia opening up to each other. It's really interesting that Sam has a fear of disappointing people (specifically his parents), it further convincing me that he's Eye-aligned. I'm really glad he's still going to research the Institute. It's better that he brings this upon himself rather than being forced into learning about it.

Celia's "immigration status" wasn't picked up on by the OIAR??? I wonder if someone did catch it and didn't say anything, thinking she was an Avatar or Becoming? She says "Anyway, if I had to go back, I couldn't take Jack with me..." This is interesting to me for a few reasons:

1. "If I had to go back" -> This suggests that she doesn't want to go back. I originally thought she was reseaching Alchemy to go back to the TMA-verse, but maybe she's trying to figure out how and why she came over in order to stop her "sleepwalking?"

2. The fact that she couldn't take Jack with her -> This could mean that it is either too dangerous for Jack to go back or (more likely imo), Jack was born in this world, therefore, it would be physically impossible for him to go to another universe without the fears being involved.

3. Putting the two together, another theory comes out -> What if Celia is staying for Jack? It could be either because she would feel terrible leaving him alone and is one of the only people he has, or because of him, she physically cannot go back. This would mean that he is connected to the fears in some way (also, giving possibility for him to be related to Agnes).

Again, I really liked this interaction, and Sam offering to help Celia and Jack gave us some reay cute Celia × Sam fluff.

Case:

So the case is made out of letters from a co-treasurer of the Institute, Mr. Leonardo Kennings, to the other treasurers regarding the Millenium Exhibition Dome project, which is set to take place in London at the turn of the century (2000). Kennings starts out by arguing that the project should happen on a date "determined by the stars" and the Institute should not go by the Gregorian calendar, as he argues, going by such a calender would exclude many people from their project. With more doubts about the project, he continues to talk about how he thinks Dr. Welling's calculations are off, theorizing the balance that Welling says will happen, won't, and the scales would tip more towards fear. I wonder if this is how the Fears came into the universe and gained power so quickly. He goes on to talk about his observations of the project, basically saying that the workers seemed ill and "corrupted" (perhaps the Corruption was particularly at play more). He goes on to describe a worker being killed by an older doppelganger of himself (very much Stranger vibes), as they disappear into the pit the doppelganger came from.

I really liked this case; it's definitely one of my favorites.

Lena/Alice Chat:

Alice talking to Fr3D1, and saying the Colin was right, was really intriguing to me, mainly because we know that she knows more than she says. I wonder how much she really knows, and if she will go check up on Colin again.

Lena saying that with Colin gone, her numbers were up, makes me more scared for him, as it feels like she is going to continue to push him out because he knows to much.

Lena showed more emotion again! She is worried for Gwen, which makes sense, as she sent her after one of the most dangerous (possible) externals yet...

Still, let's go, Lena!!

Gwen's experience:

I feel so bad for Gwen, and that bystander 😭

So she's continuously chased by Ink5oul, with them killing the random guy trying to help Gwen. That is until she is caught by [Error]. But while she is running from Ink5oul, she tries to call someone multiple times. My first thought was the police, but that wouldn't be very beneficial to her, especially if the officer(s) had any ink. My second thought was Lena, since she's implied she's been in similar situations to Gwen. But what if she's trying to call someone else? Perhaps someone in the Bouchards (her family and the reason why she got the OIAR job)?

I also really liked seeing more Ink5oul's powers here as well! They can not only transform tattoos they created but any tattoo, no matter how the ink was applied.

Gwen now has a scorpion (or partial) tattoo! I wonder why they chose a scorpion?

And then [Error] comes! They compell Gwen and claim her as their prey, as well as "others." Gwen's compelled story involves the Corruption and worms that are very reminiscent of Jane Prentiss.

After Ink5oul releases her, she runs, but [Error] does not chase. They seem to only want the story, the fear, and not to kill the person. They record the stories on the tap recorder, which is how the person stays alive (well, sort of alive, like the body Alice found). Gwen was able to survive because she got away from the tape recorder, which was left near Ink5oul (it ends up "biting" them).

[Error] theory time!

[Error] is a failed Archivist and Avatar. They were in the middle of Becoming when the Institute turned down and were just enough avatar to survive. However, being trapped for so long without any fear, they Became wrong. It left them more of a shell, and were tied to the nearest thing to them that was also tied to the fears - the tape recorder - which is how they feed on fear. As they feed on more fear, it is possible that they will grow stronger and be able to fully Become. However, there is also a possibility that they are stuck hungry. While other avatars are full for a little while after feeding, they are incapable of feeling full and need to constantly feed through the tape recorder.

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “15 Minutes” (10/15) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: As you heal, you're not alone. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,604 (this chapter, 24,863 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Apologies for the break we took for a few weeks here. 😳This chapter turned out a little longer than I expected, (please enter "that's what she said" joke of your choice here), so I hope that makes up a bit for the delay. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

Taglist: @pinheadbanger​ @mysardencut​ @laurenstacy610​ @sporadicbelievernightmare​ @ultrablackwidower​ @bxmxtx​ @jellotherelol @mirandastuckinthe80s

If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

Halo fic masterlist ⭐

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Pressure on your chest brought you startling awake, flinging your left arm up as if to try and break free of a restraint. White hot pain burst from your shoulder down your bicep like a cord of fire trying to amputate your arm. You gave a strangled cry, managing to sit up and clutch at the various points of hurt as the agony gradually faded.

Out of the darkness, a now-familiar woman's voice said your rank and last name. "Are you all right? Do you need me to dispatch medical assistance?"

"No," you quickly said, automatically straightening your sleep-rumpled shirt. "I moved my arm wrong. Thanks, though."

"Of course," she returned, her tone kind.

"Are you, um, monitoring me?"

"Just for sounds of distress or pain. John was adamant that your privacy be respected as much as possible."

That made you smile slightly under the cover of the lack of light. "I hope they've given you something else to do other than to listen for me to say ouch."

"Not to worry, I keep busy."

You nodded even though she couldn't see it. Or maybe she could? Was she holed up in some ONI office, watching you with thermal signatures or some other sort of tech? "I appreciate it, Ms. Classified. Though I believe you gave me your name, didn't you? I'm sorry, I can't remember what it was."

"You were a little busy at the time," she demurred. "It's Cortana but I rather like 'Ms. Classified,' I have to say. It's like a nickname between friends, isn't it?"

"It is," you said. "And please feel free to use my first name. No need for friends to stand on formality."

"Thank you," she said and, after a slight pause, added your name as if it were an honor to do so.

Was she a Spartan, perhaps? Something about her careful manner reminded you of how John sometimes reacted to interpersonal things as if he hadn't ever dealt with them before and wanted desperately to be right in his response.

You wasn't sure if you should ask and while you were still wondering, she said goodbye with a sound like pixels vanishing, though there had been no hologram of her to see this time.

Your day was a lot more mundane after that. PT came by as Dr. Savannah had said they would, and you dutifully did the exercises with minimal grumbling and complaining. The ancient saying about medics being terrible patients was still said for a reason, after all, but you didn't want to be One Of Those if you could help it.

The therapist had brought you breakfast from the mess for after your session: the cold cereal MRE, typically called mush rarely edible, along with plain black coffee. She also told you that the next session would be tomorrow instead of later today, due to a scheduling conflict.

So that left you with a whole lot of day and very little to fill it.

You were scrolling through your padd, looking through old documents and messages, intending to clean up and organize things but, more often than not, ended up reminiscing on the past, on friends once part of your every day life now long gone, either transferred away or worse.

You discovered a folder full of sketches of various Mjolnir designs you'd done back before you'd decided for certain to begin training to be a Brokkr tech. Your interest in the Spartans and their armor had been a mere hobby, then.

You were far from a gifted artist but trying to capture the different iterations, the bulkier but classic shapes of the Mark V, the more streamlined Mark VI, had made for fun practice. You'd also tried out a few ideas of your own, such as "floating" pieces of armor to try and better protect the Spartans' joints without sacrificing mobility. The final image, though, had been a purely fanciful one: a fusion of Mjolnir and medieval, a literal Spartan in shining armor.

You couldn't help but chuckle. There was no number on the chest plate but it was clearly Master Chief to anybody who was familiar with his armor configuration. The patterning on his visor had a texture reminiscent of a knight's helm and the flare of his shield had a shape like the plume of a feather at the crest of his head. One arm was extended but incomplete: you hadn't decided whether to give him a BR or DMR or go for something like a broadsword or lance. Then you'd simply never come back to finish it and it had been forgotten in your drafts for all this time.

Tapping a fingertip contemplatively against your lip, you thought for a moment, then impulsively picked up your stylus and began to draw.

Gentle fingertips brushed against your hair and you woke to find John next to the bed.

"Sorry to bother you," he murmured, "but you looked uncomfortable."

The moment he said that, your neck began protesting the odd angle your head had slumped into.

"Well, that was a bad idea," you said plaintively, straightening up very slowly. Your entire body ached like you'd been moonlighting as a punching bag. Your padd slipped off your lap to the mattress, then bounced towards the edge, and John easily caught it on the fly.

You suddenly remembered what had been on it. The screen was dark but all it would take was a brush of a finger to activate it again and he'd see--

"What's this?" he said, orientating the padd right side up.

"That's... my poor attempt at artistry," you said, feeling heat blooming up your neck. You resisted the urge to snatch it from his hand and throw it to the floor yourself.

"It's not poor," he countered, studying it even more intently. "Not at all. I like it a lot, especially the detail here."

He tapped the image and the SPNKr rocket launcher you'd placed casually in the Spartan's hand, resting on the armored shoulder, expanded to better reveal the intricate filigree you'd spent a considerable amount of time adding to the large missile chamber.

"I mean, it's not practical, of course," you mumbled but his sincere appreciation lessened your embarrassment. "I wanted a medieval feel to a modern weapon."

"Do you have others?" he asked, handing the padd back to you.

You appreciated that he didn't just start flipping through the images. You swiped back to show him your other Mjolnir studies.

The very corner of his mouth twitched. "These are all mine, aren't they?"

"Hm, I suppose they are," you said in mock surprise. "It looks like I've had a favorite Spartan for a while now."

"Good," he said decisively, then glanced at you with a soft smile. "Could I send a copy of this to R&D?"

"Which one?" you asked, alarmed.

"The floating armor," he said, the smile growing a bit.

"Yeah, if you want," you said and forwarded the study to him. "I doubt I've thought of anything they haven't by now but I guess you never know."

"And could I have a copy of the other one, just for me?"

"Really?"

"Really," he confirmed.

You switched back to the medieval drawing, adding your signature with a flourish in the corner before forwarding that one as well.

The door chimed and he went to open it as if it were expected.

"Master Chief, sir!" the young private said, making a motion no doubt intended to be a salute that he couldn't complete because of the large and apparently heavy covered tray he was carrying.

"At ease," he said, taking the tray from him.

The private snapped a salute as crisp as if he were in the presence of Lord Hood himself, then kept standing in the open doorway, staring rather starstruck.

"Thank you, you're dismissed," John told him.

"If you or the Hero of the Pit need anything, let me know, sir," the marine said earnestly before backing away.

Once the door closed, you said, "That really is a terrible nickname."

"The Covenant call me 'Demon,'" John said, bringing the tray to the bed and setting it on the foot.

"'Demon' is badass," you countered. "Mine sounds like I fell in a hole and somehow managed to crawl back out."

"Crawling out of that hole wasn't a given," he said, "and you made sure nobody else was in there with you."

He lifted the cover on the tray, revealing two sizzling plates of food. The smell that hit you was divine.

Your voice dropped an entire octave. "Is that eggplant parmigiana?"

"I... think so? It's whatever was being served in the Spartan mess for lunch." His expression darkened. "You were supposed to get breakfast from there, too, but there was apparently some sort of mix-up. It's been dealt with."

You felt momentarily sorry for whoever had been on the receiving end of being dealt with. "I can't eat Spartan portions."

"You actually can because it so happens that I can calculate how many calories a Brokkr mechanic-slash-medic needs in order to heal properly." He held that with a serious expression for a moment, then winked. "And I also asked Dr. Savannah about it. She said, and I quote, 'Tell her it's fine to live a little.'"

"Oh, well, if it's doctor's orders..." you trailed off with a grin.

He left to get a small table and chair for himself since there was only the one lap tray and you took the opportunity to hit the head, thinking you'd be settled back in before he returned. As it turned out, you either greatly underestimated how far he had to go to find what he was looking for or, more likely, had greatly overestimated how quickly you could move.

Your left arm wanted to draw up to your torso from the way your damaged shoulder muscle was currently being foreshortened. Raising it even close to 45 degrees made it feel like it was being ripped off of your body. You took a couple of deep breaths, forcing it straight down to your side, and gritted your teeth though the pain as you returned to the main room.

John had already finished setting up the portable table and turned, his expression going almost comically aghast. "Should I call somebody? What can I do? I can carry you or--"

"No, it's fine," you told him. "I just have to work through it."

He hovered next to you as you made the few, torturous step back to the bed, his worry a palpable thing. Your bad knee buckled and he caught your arm -- fortunately, the right one -- to keep you from going down. His fingers hit a bruise hidden under your sleeve but you managed to not react.

The stricken look he gave you meant he'd seen the reaction anyway.

"There we go," you said, trying to sound breezy but the result was more winded than anything as you propped up against the headboard. "I'm ready for lunch. Are you? Lunch sounds great right about now."

He seemed at a loss as to what to do. You gingerly reached out and wrapped your fingers around his.

"I'm okay," you said softly. "I'm healing on schedule and it could've been much worse."

He nodded shortly, very, very carefully folding his other hand over yours. With a brief glance away, he nodded a final time as if agreeing to something you couldn't hear and then exhaled purposefully, affecting a lighter tone. "Well, let's see how that eggplant parmigiana is, then, hm?"

Even though physical therapy wasn't scheduled again until tomorrow, you went ahead and did the exercises anyway. Not only did it give you something to do after John left, but you were even more inspired to try to regain your strength as soon as possible.

Since you were alone, you felt free to swear your way more and more creatively through the entire session and only after the fact did you worry that maybe you had accidentally taught Cortana some new words and phrases.

Nah, you thought. Surely, she's not stuck sitting at some console all day and night, listening for me to need something, right?

You almost asked it out loud, just to see if she was listening, but decided against it. You didn't want to imagine she'd been instructed to keep her earpiece in to monitor you even when she took a meal or bathroom break. Or that maybe she never even actually got to go off-duty at all. It hadn't escaped your attention that John apparently didn't trust anybody else to provide your erstwhile overwatch.

You ate your dinner when it arrived, a very delicious chicken gumbo, then turned in early, since sleep was also an important factor in healing.

But your sleep was restless, the aches in your body keeping you from getting comfortable, and then when you did doze off, your mind kept taking you back to those moments when you were trapped. A couple of times, you found yourself jolting awake, John's name on your lips. You wondered if he was on base, asleep in the Spartan quarters. You'd assumed he would come back if he were here but you hadn't actually asked him to. It was his room, though, so wouldn't he...?

Try to get some sleep, that's the best thing right now. You'll feel stronger tomorrow, you silently instructed yourself, trying to find a comfortable position.

The next time you woke, your heart was thundering in your ears and you made a small panicked noise.

The lights abruptly came up to a quarter and you looked around wildly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

John sat up from where he was stretched out over on the couch and you instinctively reached for him. He was there almost as if appearing by magic, letting you grip his hand as he leaned over you.

You were tangled in the covers and struggled to free yourself. He carefully extricated you with his free hand.

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asked and you nodded.

"I- I didn't know you were here," you said, stumbling over the words. "Why are you on the couch? You could share. I'd- I'd like you to."

He got that slightly stricken look again. "I'm heavy. I'll hurt you by moving around. I can't... I can't cause you more pain. I'm right here, though."

You understood what he meant but it still stung a bit like rejection. You normally would've let him go, would've tried to accept it gracefully, but the phantom weight on your chest changed the words on your tongue.

Your voice emerged small and compressed. "I need you, John."

The words clearly hit him like a plasma bolt to the chest and his fingers closed gently around yours.

"All right," he finally said. "I'll be careful."

It took a few minutes but eventually you were in his arms, turned on your right side with your injured left arm resting on his chest, your head tucked into the curve of his neck. All of the movement did hurt but you absolutely didn't care; all that was important was that he was here, you could hear his heart beneath your ear, could feel his warmth seeping into all of your pains and soothing them.

"Thank you," you murmured into the softness of his shirt.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, kissing the top of your head and lightly brushing his fingers across the hand you had on his sternum.

You were almost asleep when you thought, but weren't completely sure, that he also quietly said, "I need you, too."

[whyisaperson]

DRDT CHAPTER 1&2 SPOILERS

Why do I do this to myself… and why does the last line fit so well and why is it just depressing and like :(.

Chapter 3 culprit… please want to die because I don’t want to add you to my “I don’t want to die” culprit chain going on right here or just be like utterly psychotic (Which would be the case if it was like Vero, but I highly doubt she’s the killer next chapter).

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Predictions for next chapter is that Charles (Victim) or Whit (Victim/Culprit) is 100% dead this chapter because DRDT Dev wants to make us utterly depressed. (We can’t have any homosexual ships… the AceVi and XanVid shippers had a really big loss bc of some certain events. CharWhit has to hide ASAP)

If there is another victim it’s either:

-Rose (idk it’s just a vibe/hunch because we are killing two people who have proven important in the trial.)

-David (bc of the note in his MV)

-Levi (only if it’s because of the gun wound, but we know DRDT dev does kill the injured folks, unlike the normal DR games)

-Nico/Veru/Hu only because they will have probably have MAJOR importance this chapter because they were one of the main reasons Ace killed…

>Nico tried to kill Ace

>Hu was protecting Nico after and was only on their side even after they tried to do the attempt

>Veronika: I feel is self explanatory

[crappy-homestuck-confessions]

Summary of Hiveswap Act 3 SAHCON panel

Courtesy of Makin from the Homestuck Discord server. I'm just sharing exactly what the announcement was! https://discord.gg/homestuck

Possible Act 3 spoilers, read more at your own risk

some of "the hiveswap act 3 team" (namely producer jonaya, musician james roach and artist kim quatz) had an AMA/panel during sahcon, take my summaries with a grain of salt but I'm known for being really accurate and right: tl;dr

no release date revealed (no mention of the highly elusive programming team either)

act 3 will have more adventure game puzzling like act 1, and it's "the big plot act"

showed new art of locations and characters like last time, as well as a music track

the full picture

james instantly mentions hiveswap has been worked on for over ten years already which was very funny

they played some wii shop channel-sounding music with the nuclear leitmotif

joey survives the train crash (MASSIVE SPOILERS)

fiamet is in an early part of the game (and we do see the train tracks in the background), they shared an animated sprite of her + a drone

cridea and jeevik week are part of this act, art of her was shared

three new characters (tiagon, onhors and luxora) were revealed

new location (shopping mall) for which the wii shop music is for, troll language translators please get to it

new location (jade caves)

new location (hallway in space (?) + machinery that may or may not be part of the same area)

Q&A starts 10 minutes before the panel ends:

once again, no release date, but heavy in production

they'd love to make hauntswitch but one thing at a time

some characters from act 2 will return in act 3 and act 4

the most interesting character is "dreadeye" who has a complicated quirk (I don't think she's been revealed)

act 3 will have more adventure game puzzling, which act 2 barely had. it's the big plot act

rest of questions will be answered on twitter

[yukiwhitetm]

DR Characters Assigned DC Roles

The main premise of this is that Shuichi Saihara as Robin 3 is both dating civilian Kokichi Oma as Bernard Dowd and flirting/being flirted with by his alter ego Stray. Shuichi has no idea Kokichi is Stray but Kokichi definitely knows Shuichi is Robin 3. What order do these events happen in? Who knows!

The Bats and Birds

Batman (The Bat): Kyoko Kirigiri

Agent A: Makoto Naegi

Robin 1, Nightwing: Kaede Akamatsu

Robin 2, Red Hood: Hajime Hinata

Robin 3, Red Robin: Shuichi Saihara

Spoiler, Robin 4, Batgirl (Batboy): Kaito Momota

Robin 5: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Batgirl, Oracle: Chiaki Nanami

Black Bat, Batgirl, Orphan: Maki Harukawa

Batwoman: Aoi Asahina

Signal: Yasuhiro Hagakure

The Cats

Catwoman: Celestia Ludenberg

Stray & Bernard Dowd: Kokichi Oma

The Rogues

Joker: Junko Enoshima

Punchline: Mukuro Ikusaba

Harley Quinn: Toko Fukawa

Poison Ivy: Komaru Naegi

Blackmask: Mondo Owada

Penguin: Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Scarecrow: Miu Iruma

Bane: Nekomaru Nidai

Mr. Freeze: Teruteru Hanamura

Riddler: Hifumi Yamada

Mad Hatter: Angie Yonaga

Deathstroke: Tsumugi Shirogane

The League of Assassins

Ra's al Ghul: Haiji Towa

Talia al Ghul: Korekiyo Shinguji

Prudence Wood: Peko Pekoyama

The Outlaws

Starfire: Sonia Nevermind

Arsenal: Nagito Komaeda

Bizarro: Ibuki Mioda

Teen Titans

Beast boy: Gundham Tanaka

Raven: Himiko Yumeno

Wonder girl: Tenko Chabashira

Superboy 1 a.k.a Conner Kent (Supergirl): Akane Owari

Kidflash: Mahiru Koizumi

Cyborg: K1b0

Aquaboy (Aquagirl): Hiyoko Saionji

Superboy 2 a.k.a. Jonathan Kent: Masaru Daimon

The Justice League

Superman (Superwoman): Sakura Ogami

Wonder Woman: Kirumi Tojo

Green Arrow: Byakuya Togami

Aquaman: Leon Kuwata

Martian Manhunter: Ultimate Imposter

Green Lantern: Kazuichi Soda

Captain Marvel: Nagisa Shingetsu

Flash: Chihiru Fujisaki

Zatanna: Sayaka Maizono

Black Canary: Mikan Tsumiki

Most of these characters have been assigned DC roles based on their personalities, regardless of gender (except for Superboy and Bizarro since they're clones of Superman so have to be the same gender as him)! I included some Rogues, League of Assassins, Outlaws, Teen Titans and Justice Leaguers because the Batfam interact with them a lot.

In my mind, Kyoko Kirigiri is together with Makoto Naegi and has been for the long term but her as the Bat and Celestia Ludenberg as Catwoman share some flirtatious banter.

Hajime Hinata as Robin 2 died and came back, and when he did he came back different. How much you want to lean into Jason Todd's backstory or Hajime Hinata's and whether you want to include Izuru Kamukuru is up to you.

Kaito Momota may or may not have had an unsuccessful romantic relationship with Shuichi when he was Spoiler and Shuichi was Robin 3. This can be prior to Shuichi meeting Kokichi or Robin 3 and Stray could have had some playful banter going on during this time (this works because Shuichi actually dates civilian Kokichi, which could be after he and Kaito break up). Kaito could be with Maki now!

Yes, this character assignment does mean that Masaru Daimon is Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu's best friend. Yes, that is hilarious.

I was running out of DR characters near the end so I started swapping some around to find suitable Justice Leaguers. Masaru was originally Captain Marvel but then that only left Kotoko Utsugi as an option for Superboy 2 and I thought Fuyuhiko would hate her. So, Masaru became Superboy 2 and Nagisa Shingetsu Captain Marvel. Byakuya Togami was originally assigned as Lucius Fox, the manager of WE, but I had to swap him to Green Arrow because he was just too perfect for that!

I hope you enjoyed! Please like, comment and reblog. Your support is much appreciated.

[therentyoupay]

TRYP thoughts on characterization

jack frost // elsa | characterization considerations

PART 3 | DEEP DIVE: CHARACTERIZATION, PERSONALITY, & IDENTITY

ground rules + intro

overview: the tl;dr of my personality + dialogue choices

deep dive: characterization, personality, + identity

shared ice powers (or AU-equivalent) + shared connections

questions/points to consider as you write

PART 3 | DEEP DIVE: CHARACTERIZATION, PERSONALITY, & IDENTITY

now. before we dig any further, a quick psych note on personality and identity and personal development. 

although i personally: 

(a) subscribe the the belief that some aspects of personality and belief systems do change throughout a person’s lifespan and, similarly, although i believe that 

(b) a person’s social identity is in many ways constructed through their social interactions with one another and how they position themselves (i.e., which aspects of their multi-faceted identities do they bring to the forefront during a given conversation in a given context?), i also believe that 

(c) elsa’s childhood/adolescent/young adulthood trauma have become key pillars of the foundation of her personality (i.e., the set of values and beliefs that determine her behaviors, reactions, etc.), such that even with deep, meaningful personal growth (a la frozen, and frozen 2) elsa’s initial instincts will, for a very long time, remain embedded in the beliefs and values that she formed while surviving the realities she faced as a child. ditto for jack and all of the tendencies, behaviors, etc. that he has created through experience and habit.

(total side note: was anyone else wicked impressed by the inside out 2 world-building based on psych frameworks?? i was super pleased until they bungled the ending of the movie.)

THE DUALITIES OF ELSA: 

strength, power // vulnerability

elsa is portrayed as an immensely powerful figure, yet her strength is tempered by a deep vulnerability. depending on whether you’re writing her in a frozen 2 or frozen context, she is the fifth spirit, and capable of wielding immense ice magic, yet her power often feels overwhelming and beyond her control. despite her abilities, she frequently struggles with feelings of inadequacy and fear, particularly when it comes to protecting those she loves. her strength is also emotional—she’s someone who has endured so much and learned to carry the weight of responsibility (e.g., ruler, leader, older sister, protector, warrior), yet this same strength often isolates her, making her feel disconnected from others, including her sister anna. (this is a theme that i especially played around with in frosted sea glass. Oldest Sister Syndrome™ dwellers: unite!) therefore, elsa, to me, is a character who embodies both strength and vulnerability. she has spent so much of her life trying to control her powers, to keep her emotions in check, and these habits, beliefs, and personality traits have been embedded in her daily practices, her mindsets, and her subconscious feelings for years—often to the point where she may not even realize the extent of it.  these critical, traumatic moments occurred during highly formative years of her development. 

guilt, shame, fear // responsibility, duty, honor

a recurring theme in elsa’s characterization (in my stories, remember) is her overwhelming sense of guilt and responsibility. she carries the burden of her powers, fearing that they might harm those she loves, as they did in the past. in more than you know, this fear is heightened when she (spoiler alert??) loses her powers and feels helpless to protect her kingdom and loved ones. even in other AUs and stories i’ve written, i love to explore elsa’s struggle to reconcile her duty as a protector with her fear of failing those she’s meant to protect. her interactions with jack whose confidence and insecurity duality i’ll get to later!) often highlight this tension, as she oscillates between (a) relying on him for support (sometimes against her better judgment and/or hopes and wishes lol [e.g., frosted sea glass, more than you know] and (b) pushing herself to be strong enough to push everyone away and do everything herself due to the hyper-indepedence she developed as a coping mechanism to trauma handle the threats alone.

emotional repression // self-discovery, empowerment, liberation

elsa has long repressed her emotions, stemming from a fear of losing control over her powers. this repression has made her reserved, cautious, and hesitant to let others in or to see what she’s really thinking inside. however, throughout the narrative of whatever story, she begins to confront these emotions, usually, in particular, through her growing relationship with jack. her realization that she trusts him (and the extent to which she does) is usually a Big Deal in whatever story i write, because elsa doesn’t just let anyone in, at most stages in her development. if she does… then she must have had a considerable amount of healing that she’s arleady done by that stage, i’d say. it is also a Big Deal in that whatever revelation about Actually Trusting Someone New is still a significant moment of vulnerability for her. why?? consider: elsa has lived through isolation, fear, and the burden of responsibility, and those experiences have shaped her into someone who feels deeply but hides it behind a calm, composed exterior for:

duty: what is queenly behavior, what is proper royal etiquette; 

safety: control the magic so that my loved ones and kingdom are safe; 

duty/secrecy, legacy, reputation: keep the magic under control so my family’s legacy is not “ruined”);

AND MORE.

elsa is always thinking multiple things at once. her brain never quiets. she is always considering multiple possibilities, paths, options; considering, “what is the worst thing that could happen and what will i do if it does?” and “how can i keep this bad thing from happening?” and trying to account for every single thing that could negatively impact her, her family, her kingdom. that is exhausting!! but, as anyone with anxiety or anxious tendencies likely knows, it becomes the norm. this level of high-intensity preparation and planning no longer seems strange (until it does)because it’s the norm (until it’s not). to suddenly have someone see all that is going on in her mind? in my stories, i like to play around with the degree ot which elsa hesitates (flees, refuses) to accept this kind of vulnerability and open-ness, before she finally (tentatively, cautiously) allows it.

conflicted desires // deeply ingrained sense of propriety/rightness

in every single one of my stories (even the ones in which you never get elsa’s perspective and you have to rely on Serially Unreliable Narrator jack 👀), elsa’s internal conflict is further complicated by her growing feelings for jack. she’s attracted to him, but these feelings are new and confusing, compounded by her inexperience and her deeply ingrained sense of propriety (whether because she’s royalty, or whatever AU equivalent i’ve chosen for whatever context). elsa’s awareness of their proximity, her flustered reactions, and her struggle to maintain composure all point to her conflicting desires. she is drawn to jack, but she doesn’t fully understand these feelings, leading to occasional moments of awkwardness and self-consciousness, OR, depending on where i’ve placed her in in her personal development trajectory for whatever AU (e.g., snow globe), with confidence and power in her (typically) go-to habit of wanting to exert control over a situation and keep strict control of her personal boundaries (which may not always make sense to jack *coughsnowglobecough* but he’s usually willing to ride the ride anyway). this conflict is particularly poignant because, despite her powerful exterior, elsa is inexperienced in matters of the heart, making her feelings for jack both exhilarating and terrifying. (AND WE KNOW WHAT THE GIRL USUALLY DOES WHEN SHE’S SCARED, caveat caveat, depends on the story and her growth, BUT Y’ALL KNOW.)

THE DUALITIES OF JACK:

as one of my followers lovingly pointed out in a tag on a reblog, jack is indeed “more than just snowballs and fun times”; he's a character defined by layers of complexity that go far beyond his playful exterior. while he often presents himself as carefree, mischievous, and full of life, there's a depth to jack that reveals a history of loneliness, responsibility, and a profound sense of duty.

(over)confidence // deep-rooted insecurities, jealousies

i often think of (and portray) jack as a character who oscillates between confidence and deep-seated insecurity (fear of abandonment, elements of anxious-attachment style, fear of rejection, feelings of unworthiness). on the surface, he appears sure of himself (bravado? sarcasm? cocksure smirks? witty banter? clever repartee?), especially when in battle (or uncomfortable, or feeling under attack in a way unrelated to physical battle). however, this confidence is often a mask for the vulnerability and loneliness he still feels. at his center, he’s the embodiment of fun, joy, and innocent mischief; he’s a carefree spirit. but beneath that lies a deep well of sadness and longing, a need to connect with others. i often think of the old adages that suggest that the people who laugh the loudest and smile the brightest are often the ones who have also experienced a lot of pain; the people who work the hardest to make sure others are included and feel heard are those who struggled to fit in and to feel like they belonged (insert traumatic taylor swift lyrics here).

the weight of loneliness (isolation, immortality) // connection, the desire to belong, DESPERATION

jack’s character is defined by a profound loneliness, born from centuries of isolation. this loneliness is compounded by his awareness that he is immortal (or, depending on the angst-level of the fic in question “not quite alive), a realization that makes him feel even more disconnected from those around him. his bond with elsa, therefore, is both a source of comfort and pain. it reminds him of what he has been missing, but it also highlights the (im)mortality gap between them—a gap he fears will only widen once their mission is over. his long existence (whether burdened with the responsibility of fighting against darkness for ages like in more than you know or in the canon-esque sense of loneliness and responsibility he feels in of at the center) has left him weary and isolated. jack’s interactions with elsa often bring out this duality; he wants to protect her, to be strong, but he (like her) also fears that he’s not enough, that he might fail her as he has failed others before. (and don’t get me started on how quickly the guardians blamed him in rotg! @bay7let made a great text post on that topic, but that’s another conversation for another day.) even in life as jackson overland, he was constantly doing his best to bring the kids joy (to make them like him?), to mess around and play pranks and not take life so seriously (to avoid failure and responsibility, ergo potential for failure?). yet we see that in the moment of crisis at he cracking pond, jackson overland was forced to make a very Difficult Decision to save his sister’s life; we are not shown the whereabouts of Jack’s parents in the movie when he was a human but i have often interpreted his tendency to Mess Around (coupled with his buried-but-deeply-ingrained sense of Brotherly Duty and Responsibility) as, in some ways, a response to his  ability (or, at least, the need) to Step Up into the role of protector when needed. (perhaps that’s often why i write jack’s father as being absent/gone, a la not in so many words?) as jack frost, his playful antics and love of fun are, in many ways, also a defense mechanism—ways to cope with the utter loneliness that has marked his existence since becoming a spirit (or the AU-equivalent). however, the snowballs and the laughter are not just for others; they’re a way for jack to hold on to a sense of humanity and connection in a world where he often feels unseen and unacknowledged. his interactions with elsa often reveal a softer, more openly vulnerable side—one that is capable of deep care and affection, but also one that is burdened by the fear of losing those he comes to care about. his protectiveness over elsa, his willingness to put himself in harm’s way to keep her safe, are things that he might try to initially convince himself are just part and parcel of being a guardian… 👀

shirking responsibility, selfishness // strong sense of duty and honor (selflessness):

on the one hand, jack’s lighthearted demeanor also masks the seriousness of his role in the world. as a guardian, he bears the responsibility of protecting children’s joy and wonder, a task that is both noble and heavy. he may be the guardian of fun, but he understands that his role is vital, and he’s willing to fight—literally and metaphorically—to ensure that he protects those under his care. in that sense, jack that is fiercely protective and deeply committed to his purpose (for the children, yes, but…. on the other hand, also for himself). (to maintain his family [because if he fails they may kick him out again], to keep his place in the world so he’s not lost again.) to what degree is his acts of goodness a selfless, altruistic act… and to what degree are his acts borne of desperation not to be left behind again, not to be forgotten, not to be shunned and turned away? we could argue that many of jack’s actions do have an underlying sense of selfishness and self-preservation, born of his desperation to stay afloat and stay remembered and Believed in. to that end, jack’s relationship with elsa often brings out this deeper, more serious side of him. (sure, her seriousness rubs off on him BUT) while he initially might seem like the one who lightens the mood, it eventually becomes clear that he is also a source of strength and stability, and that he can also have his low moments, which elsa (in response, i.e., “someone else is even more anxious than i am so i therefore feel LESS ANXIOUS”), might be able to lift him out of. his playfulness, then, is not just about fun; it’s about bringing light into a world that can often be dark, a world that he knows all too well. THUS, on the surface, jack appears to be selflessly committed to his role as a guardian, prioritizing the well-being and joy of others, particularly the children he protects. however, this “selflessness” is complicated by his underlying motivations. jack’s fear of being forgotten, abandoned, or rejected drives many of his actions. his need to be seen, loved, and believed in often influences his decisions, making his selflessness somewhat self-serving. he protects others not only because he cares but also because doing so ensures that he remains relevant, remembered, and loved. this duality creates an internal conflict within jack. He genuinely cares for others, especially elsa, but his actions are also driven by a desperate need to avoid the loneliness and insignificance he has experienced in the past. (it is a PLAYGROUND FOR ANGST, i tell you. ANGST AND COMFORT AND FEAR AND ANGST.) this tension between selfishness and selflessness impacts his relationship with Elsa. His protective instincts are both a sign of his care for her and a manifestation of his fear of losing her or being left behind. this complexity adds DELICIOUS DEPTH to his character, making his motivations more layered and nuanced.

reluctant acceptance of vulnerability // open-ness

jack’s journey with elsa forces him to confront his own vulnerability (something he has usually spent centuries/a LONG-ASS TIME avoiding). his initial shock at seeing elsa express feelings for him (in WHATEVER way, but usually the First Step toward Breaking Down a Wall and Letting Him In) reveals his deep-seated belief that no one could care for him in that way.  😭 this moment is usually a Turning Point (sound familiar at the center readers? 👀), as it forces jack to acknowledge his feelings for elsa and the UTTER, INESCAPABLE DEPTHS of his own (remembered, forever) loneliness. this disbelief is a key aspect of his character, as he struggles to accept that he deserves love and connection just as much as anyone else. 🥹 (just one more mistake, one more misstep, and—)

fear of abandonment, rejection // resilience, optimism:

he’s someone who’s been overlooked, forgotten by the world, and that’s left its mark on him. yet, he still chooses to care, to protect, to fight for those he loves. there’s a resilience in him that i always really admire, a refusal to let the darkness consume him. writing jack is a balancing act between capturing his playful nature and cutting into and digging around in the pain that he keeps hidden (even from himself). in essence, he embodies the balance between light and dark, joy and sorrow, play and responsibility. he’s a character who has learned to find strength (mask pain) in laughter, even when the world feels heavy, and who uses that strength to protect those he cares about… (however, not everyone, including elsa, always shares this mentality; everyone handles stress differently, remember, depending on the context.) in the end, with elsa, he finds someone who understands the complexities of this balance between duty/honor/responsibility and joy/freedom, and together, they navigate the challenges of their world (whichever AU that may be), finding solace in each other’s company and strength in their shared experiences.

FIC-SPECIFIC:

okay so i clearly can’t do a deep-dive analysis on every portray of ever fic, BUT, i’ll take a quick stab at mtyk!jack since it’s the one i’m currently writing right now.

more than you know: hidden tenderness and emotional walls

despite his more defensive, perhaps gruffer exterior, jack still (in any universe) harbors a deep tenderness, especially towards elsa. he cares for her more than he’s willing to admit, and this care manifests in small, protective gestures, as well as in his quiet support during moments of vulnerability. however, jack is also deeply afraid of these feelings. the realization that he might lose elsa (fear of abandonment/loss), or that she might no longer see him once their mission is over (ditto), terrifies him. as a result, he often [ JK THAT IS A SPOILER, I SHAN’T SAY 😉]. this [mysterious spoiler] creates a dynamic where jack is constantly at odds with his own emotions, torn between his desire to protect elsa and his fear of getting too close.

[bones4thecats]

The Gamma-Brothers Sharing Their S/O

Characters: Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 (POLY) Inspired By: My love for these two dumbos A/N: This turned out a lot angstier than intended in the middle, but it does end softly so be happy for that. Anyways, sorry this took longer to come out, been working on a lot of new projects irl. Now, enjoy this beautiful thing with my android besties <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of bombings, death, and being in a traumatic event involving a tall building ⚠️

Disclaimer: This is what I used as the Reader's cape and outfit

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╚═════ Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 ════════════════════╝

🦈🐳 The Yin to the Yang of siblings. You are no doubt the line that separated the two from becoming the same, appreciating their differences despite the disdain of it from not just Commander Magenta and his right-hand, Carmine

🦈🐳 You, as a Bio-Android created by Dr. Hedo, were made to save everyone and defeat all those that opposed justice. Though, you were more lower when it came to strength than the Gammas, but that didn't mean you were weak

🦈🐳 Gamma 1 and 2 did a lot to keep you up to date with their fighting styles and moved. Constantly asking to spar or to make sure your frame was easy to move so you wouldn't glitch in the middle of a fight

🦈 Gamma 1 adores to sit somewhere quiet and just be beside you. He prefers the more one-on-one time with you, believing memories were far more important than any kind of 'in-the-moment entertainment'

🐳 Gamma 2 on the other hand... enjoys pretty much everything the opposite of his brother. He loves to grab your hand, fly with you around the city and mess around until getting called in for a mission that involved danger for the civilians

🦈🐳 It was during one of those calmer moments with the duo that you three were beeped by Dr. Hedo for an accident happening just a few streets away. You stood, your cape draping behind you as you stood up and got ready to fly off

🦈 Gamma 1 looked at you and nodded, pushing himself off the ground with his brother and you following suite. He was slightly annoyed that an accident happened during your time relaxing, but... who is he to dismiss such an important thing?

🐳 His brother was a different story once again. Gamma 2 had a slightly pouty expression on his face as you flew. You just sighed and landed on the ground with the boys, readying yourself for anything that you faced

🦈🐳 A woman ran outside of a building, charging at you three with a panicked expression. You caught her just before she fell and you asked what was going on inside of the building standing tall

"Something happened in the medical lab! There was a- uh- box! It blew up or something! You have to get up there and save the others, please! My son's up there!"

"What floor did the main explosion come from, ma'am?" Gamma 1 asked.

"Floor 19! Please! Help him!"

🦈🐳 You handed the woman to the nearest medics before getting a plan with the Gammas and flying inside of the building to search for any survivors from the wreckage

🦈🐳 Gamma 2 took the highest floors, those being 23 to 35, Gamma 1 took the lowest, 17 to the first, and you took the middle of 18 till you reached 22

🦈🐳 The smoke was massive, and the amount of damage caused from the apparent explosion was surprising. Well, as surprising as it could be for you

🦈🐳 Grabbing the nearest structure as you walked through everything, you heard a group of people screaming from around the corner. You sprinted as fast as you could go without causing anymore damage accidentally before coming to a closed-off door

🦈🐳 Picking up piece by piece of the surrounding debris, you eventually reached the door. Opening it, you saw four people bending themselves to fit inside of the office filled with more damage than the other rooms you had come across

🦈🐳 Comming the Gammas, you noticed a young girl gripping for dear life onto her mother's blouse. You slightly twitched, having a small flashback to everything before now... when you actually had some kind of innocence, and you snapped

"You two better hurry up! We've got four civilians, including one young girl, approximately 7 years old. We're on floor 22 right now."

🦈🐳 Kneeling down as you heard the surroundings crack under pressure, you looked into the little girl's eyes, making her sniff and hug her mother tighter

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm a good guy, here to help you all out of here as fast and carefully as possible." You said, holding you hand out for her to touch gently.

"L-like a superhero?" She asked.

"Just like it."

🦈🐳 The girl gave a small smile before gasping at the sight of a pillar falling down in your direction. In a fit of anger, you bunched your hand up in a fist, you looked back and smashed it, successfully keeping the more damaging pieces away from the civilians behind you

"Y/N! You in there?" You heard Gamma 2 scream.

"Yeah! Come on! I don't think this building's gonna last that much longer!"

🦈🐳 The two other Androids came in your view, picking up two civilians each. You grabbed the young girl, shielding her with your arm as you burst out from the floor and down to the ground, handing off the girl to another medic before hearing the woman from earlier screaming for her son

🦈🐳 Sighing, you looked at the Gammas, and they looked at one another sadly. They must've found the boy deceased... how unfortunate for the woman...

"Ma'am, may I speak with you?" You asked as the woman looked at you with hope.

🦈🐳 That night, you held your boyfriends close to you. They listened as you sobbed for hours on end. The explosion had cost the city thousands of dollars of damages, but more importantly, they lost over 50 lives, including the son of that woman you met at the scene

🦈 Gamma 1 laid with his back against the head of the bed, your face buried into his chest as you cried, yelling about how you could've done something, that if you had only gotten there faster... He just sighed sadly and pet your head, trying to keep you from breaking down even farther. He may be made of metal, but you were his soft spot

🐳 Gamma 2 had his face on your chest, hushing you as he kept you covered and cuddled to the best of his abilities. He took his cape off and laid it on your like a blanket in an attempt to keep you calm like his brother. You eventually calmed down with him telling you a story from his early years and him learning about the human body's weak spots

🦈🐳 The brothers smiled as you rested, powering down to recharge. Gamma 1 looked at Gamma 2, raising his finger to his mouth to shush him. Gamma 2 just nodded and cuddled into you, powering down himself, following a couple minutes later by the oldest of you three

🦈🐳 You three may be heroes, but you had your own weaknesses like any other being. Gamma 1 and 2 just so happened to be able to keep you safe so those weaknesses couldn't harm you all that much

[jo-harrington]

Getting to Know Your Eddie Prompt Game

Thanks to @myosotisa for getting the ball rolling on the conversation about how people write and interpret different Eddies and @deathbecomesthem for wanting to explain their mindset behind how they write their Eddie. We're almost 2 years and an unfathomable amount of words into this fandom, with so many different AU's and headcanons and ideas that are unique to us. Now is the time for us to Get to Know Your Eddie Munson.

Using He/Him pronouns for the questions. Please adjust if your Eddie uses other pronouns.

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)?

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

Favorite foods?

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

What are his views on romance? On sex?

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

What do you imagine his future looks like? (If your story is incomplete or if this would be a spoiler you're not willing to share, you can skip this question.)

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story?

Optional Vulnerable Question: Why do you write fics for Eddie Munson?

Treat this like an ask game and have people ask or just fill it out as you'd like to.

This is not done in a spirit of "right and wrong" but more to give your readers, mutuals, friends a chance to get to know the mindset that you approach your/ANY Eddie Munson in. And if you want to write this for Steve or Robin or whoever and not Eddie, go right ahead. Copy paste post. <3

Tagging some friends to get the ball rolling: @courtingchaos @abibliophobiaa @powderblueblood @br0ck-eddie @wheels-of-despair @dr-aculaaa

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 6)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Infidelity

Words: 4,905

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5

“You really want to have this discussion now?” you sighed before reaching for the packet of cigarettes which you kept on the ledge of your chalkboard while leaning back against it. You were still half naked and your bare breasts were exposed.

“Considering the circumstances, I think that we must talk about it now. I understand if you would rather save yourself for someone who…” Robert began to say as you handed him your cigarette and before you interrupting him.

“Listen Robert, the fact that you are married doesn’t bother me and, clearly, it doesn’t bother you either as, otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me” you said before snatching the cigarette from his hand again, causing Robert to furrow his eyebrows.

“Now that, too, is presumptuous” he ought to point out in respect of which you laughed.

“Is it though?” you chuckled before expanding on the topic of fidelity. “I suppose your reputation precedes you. Despite, I know about Jean Tatlock and your affair with Ruth Tolman” you told him, causing Robert’s chin to drop. He sighed again and then he asked “how did you know?” to which, of course, you had already formulated a response in the back of your head.

“Women talk. Barbara Chevalier and Ruth Tolman are friends and I have overheard a few conversations between them since living here” you admitted to Robert before handing the cigarette back to him.

“Well, for the record, my affairs with these women are in the past. I have ended them both” Robert explained before inhaling the smoke of the cigarette without realising that, for you, the fact that he had ended those affairs, did not make a difference.

“Dr Oppenheimer, with respect, none of this really concerns me. I am not your wife” you chuckled, causing Robert’s eyes to widen. He was surprised by your attitude towards this topic and now regretted the fact that he had spoken up about it before he even had the chance to be with you, at least that once.

“I suppose we have officially passed the need for formalities, don’t you think?” Robert asked. “So please, call me Robert” he then said and you took him up on his offer while still standing there with the fabric of your dress stacked up over your hips and your bare nipples pointing right at him.

“Alright, Robert” you said before giving him a cheeky smile. “Now, let me tell you something about myself” you then told him and, sure enough, he was keen to hear about your thoughts on the current situation.

“I am a woman who does not believe in love or marriage, both of which are social conventions invented by human kind without any scientific backing whatsoever. In my opinion, questions concerning marital fidelity are minuscule in today’s society where one race is trying very hard to destroy another. We have bigger issues to worry about than our own emotions” you began to explain before snatching the cigarette from Robert’s hands again and continuing with your explanation. “What I do, however, believe in is physical and intellectual attraction giving rise to a connection between two people. I believe that we have such connection but, if you do not feel the same way, then perhaps you are right and this should stop now” you then said before disposing of the fag and stepping towards Robert again who looked both, stunned and confused.

“I haven’t met anyone quite like you and I am astonished by how mature you are at such a young age” he said in an almost whispering voice while caressing your face again gently. He was looking at you with desire and need again before, somewhat expectedly, pressing his lips onto yours for a split second before you pulled away from him once more.

“Unfortunatly maturity doesn’t necessarily translate to experience, as you will soon find out” you blushed, causing Robert to look at you in awe.

“I am sure you will do just fine” he teased, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes all at the same time before you reached up and pulled his mouth to yours again.

The touch of his warm lips brushing against yours caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you. Robert’s kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. Even though this was not your first kiss, you almost felt as if it was. This would be a night of firsts for both of you and your heart pounded so hard it hurt as you kissed him back fervently

“Come on” Robert then whispered after pulling away from you and guiding you towards the bed, which is when you quickly shuffled your dress down over your hips and disposed of it on the floor.

“Robert?” you then said with a husky voice before laying down on your back and looking up at him nervously as he disposed of the rest of his clothes as well, expect for his briefs.

“Yes? What is it?” he asked before joining you and hovering over you while caressing your face gently. He looked at you in awe and his eyes were reassuring.

“Take it slow, please” you whispered nervously before reaching up to run your hands through his hair.

“Of course. That goes without saying” Robert reassured you before he kissed you again and, this time around, he was deepening and lengthening the kiss, showing you just how much he wanted and desired you.

As you were kissing passionately, his hands reached around to caress you, causing your mostly naked bodies to rub against each other. Your bare breasts were now trapped against his chest and the feel of his warm body atop of yours caused shivers run down your spine.

Coming up to breathe, Robert eventually pulled away from you a little and, when he did, the tingling sensation he left behind on your lips made you smile.

Robert returned the smile you gave him and the smile that crossed his face warmed your trembling limbs and hid your excited nervousness. Despite the fact that you wanted this man more than anyone you had ever known, you felt somehow unstable when finally being faced with the idea of being intimate with someone else for the first time in your life.

The bravado you usually wore like a shield around him seemed to desert you, and even though you he couldn’t see much more than your face in this position, you felt naked under Robert’s heated gaze. You suddenly worried about your inexperience and you wondered whether this was actually a good idea.

Robert saw the panic of insecurity rise in your eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to yours again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with you, take you gently and he hoped he could.

A hot rush travelled through your body as you responded to his kiss and felt his body shift, now enabling to graze his hands over your breasts.

“You are so beautiful” Robert then whispered before allowing not only his hands, but also his lips, to travel and you gasped as, eventually, you felt him nuzzle into your neck and trace your collarbone with his lips.

“That feels nice” you acknowledged as Robert was trailing his fingers over your skin and then you even moaned somewhat inadvertently when he brushed his fingers across your nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to your core. His caress was like a hot spark, and his touch excited you like you had not believed possible. You did not know how you could withstand his hands on the naked skin of your breasts for long but you knew that you had to try.

As Robert gazed over your naked flesh, you felt a blush creep up your neck. His eyes were so dark and full of lust, unlike anything else you had ever seen before and, just when Robert noticed your nervousness again, he pulled his hands away slightly, giving you some more time.

“Am I moving too fast?” he asked but you shook your head.

"No!” you groaned. “Touch me and kiss me again, please" you begged and you hoped that your voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, you could not pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.

"As you wish” Robert chuckled before finally cupping one of your breasts and leaning down to slowly and gently swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.

"Oh my god" you whimpered as Robert teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers.

“God, huh?” Robert teased. “I never expected to ever hear this word coming from your mouth…how unscientific of you…” he then joked just as you watched him lean over you.

“Just shut up and keep doing whatever you were doing to me. I am begging you, Robert” you joked for a moment while trying to pull his lips closer to your breasts again, which is when he took your thus-far neglected nipple into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until you trembled and gasped on the edge of something you had never experienced before.

“Fuck, Robert” You felt feverish with excitement. Your mouth was dry, but your body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having even touched your mound, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need. Shivers of anticipation shot up your spine, and you sucked your breath in raggedly as Robert dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over your belly and to your navel.

“So perfect” Robert then murmured against your skin as he took his time exploring your body, trailing his fingers and mouth over your belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of your panties, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus Christ” you cursed, moaned and groaned in pleasure, causing Robert to look up at you and furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t stop” you demanded as he was looking at you now with a cheeky smile having formed across his face and you tried to squirm up against him to simply gain some friction.

"I won’t, but I want to see all of you before I continue” Robert then said as his voice was thick with longing.

“Okay” you murmured in response, sounding desperate and anxious all at the same time. Your panties were moist, evidence of your excitement, and you were certain that he could smell your arousal as you hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy panties and wriggled out of them. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched you offer your body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure and even greed, you thought. There was no sign of the trepidation you had expected to see there.

“Now you” you then winked and, without taking his gaze from you, Robert stripped his briefs off quickly, throwing them to the side of the bed.

When you saw his erection, your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time you looked at a man’s most intimate body part, and in your virgin mind, it appeared impossibly thick and long. Your mound throbbed at the sight of it, but your stomach churned in repressed fear.

Eventually, you decided to proceed and Robert’s hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body again, pushing the anxiety from your mind as they wandered over your contours and cupped your mound gently. You groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with your arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of your pussy.

"You are so wet” Robert then said as he buried his face against your neck while probing your entrance some more.

“Uh huh” you moaned in response as you moved your pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in your core.

“Oh god Robert. This feels so nice” you eventually groaned as you spread your legs wider but your voice faded as Robert took immediate advantage of your pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside your wetness. Your hips jerked suddenly at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.

"I am sorry. I will go slow" Robert said, realising that this was too quick and too soon for you and, just as he let his thumb circle and caress the hood of your swollen clit, he could feel the heavy beating of your heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his groin was wilder than he could remember.

“This feels incredible” you spoke with laboured breath and took every ounce of Robert’s willpower to restrain himself and not plough into you immediately. The scent of your mound was driving him wild, and it looked so good. All soft, swollen and slick with your excitement. It was the most welcoming sight he had seen in a long time.

“I want to taste you. May I?” Robert then whispered and your eyes widened. You knew what this meant and the thought of it alone aroused you incredibly.

“Yes” you thus moaned and, unable to restrain his need to taste your properly, Robert kissed down your body again so that he could let his tongue slide through your glistening labia and taste your delicious essence as his lips sought out your fleshy clit.

"Oh, fuck! Robert. Oh my god!” you moaned, squirming under his mouth. Your nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. You did not want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in you that you had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for you. You knew how to use your fingers expertly to bring yourself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made you want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. You rocked your pelvis against his mouth, your inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave you. You moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored you.

Eventually, a squeal of pure pleasure tore from your lips as your spasms started deep inside. You trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through your body exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout your body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, you swore you would pass out. You held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when you opened your eyes at last, you found Robert smiling at you.

"Fuck Robert, that was amazing. I had no idea! Is that how it feels for you? I mean, would it work the same way if I did this to you?" you asked, boldly reaching out to caress the rigid cock pressed into your side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given you. It was hot and hard in your hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the darkly coloured tip.

“Properly” Robert acknowledged and you moved to a better position and bent your head to tentatively stroke the velvety shaft against the side of your soft cheek, before dragging the tip of your tongue over the crown. Very gently, you drew it into your mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. You were surprised by your own enjoyment of this. You had never even contemplated it before.

"Fuck, I won't be able to hold out for too long, if you do that for much longer” Robert groaned after fifteen minutes or so as he watched you latch your soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. You moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in your mouth and the taste of his excitement.

"Then don't. Cum in my mouth. I am curious about what it tastes like” you said quite honestly after lifting your lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.

"No. I don’t want to cum. Not yet" Robert groaned nonetheless before he gently pulled you from his cock before pushing you back onto your back playfully. "The first time I cum tonight will be inside of you" he then grimaced and a rush of adrenaline shot through you as he moved between your thighs.

“If this is still what you want…” Robert then ought to confirm and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes. It is what I want Robert. I want to feel you inside of me” you told him just as you felt the heat coming off his body when he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of your pussy. You spread your legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over your slickness. He hesitated for a second before, eventually, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms.

He then pressed ahead, pushing himself into you slowly and carefully while looking for cues of any discomfort on your face. His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of your lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of you with a pleasurable groan. He hadn't been sure if he had been expecting the barrier of a hymen, given the fact that you admitted that you masturbated, but there was only a small amount of resistance to overcome as he continued to push into you with slow, gentle thrusts.

“Robert! Fuck!” you moaned eventually while digging your nails into his arms and shoulders. Your voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled you and stretched you beyond what you had known.

Hearing your tremulous moan, Robert thrust forward sharply now and groaned as he slid all the way up inside you. You winced and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out. Your breathing was fast and shallow as your channel opened and stretched to take all of him. Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for you, finally knowing what it felt like to have a man buried inside you.

"You are so incredibly tight” Robert gasped at the snugness of you, barely holding onto his self-control. Now that he was in deeper, surrounded by your wetness, he was careful not to move, to let your get used to the feel of him inside you. It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into your pussy. His cock felt harder than it ever had and your cries of pleasure, knowing no one had ever made your feel like this, made him feel more virile, more potent than he ever had.

"You don't have to hold back Robert" you breathed into his neck as you clung to him. You wrapped your legs around his hips and raked your nails down his back as he sunk deeper into you. The eyes looking down at you were tinged with concern and fire, but you wanted his desire, his passion, to feel beautiful in his arms. You wanted him to make love to you, but you also wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to experience everything you had heard others talk about over so many years, all at once, even though you knew it was unfair to expect so much from this one man alone.

He moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock back and forth inside you, letting your get used to the rhythm. You moved with him, intuitively pushing your pelvis upwards as he slid into you. Each time he buried himself inside of you, your clit was trapped against the upper side of his shaft. You moaned loudly at the exquisite sensations and ground your mound up against him even harder, pumping back faster, until the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and the squelching sound of their passionate fucking sent a wave of need and pure lust through him.

"Oh god. Keep going" you gasped, licking his neck and biting at his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Please, I need you to take me” you gasped again, unbelieving that you had said the words that chased around your brain out loud. You felt confident now. You felt safe. And you most certainly felt incredible.

Your words caused the blood to rush through Robert’s veins. He stared into your desire-filled gaze but, when his eyes locked with yours, a deeper connection hit him with more force than he had ever known with another woman before.

"Y/N. Oh god. I want you so fucking much” Robert groaned and since he didn’t usually swear or use the name of the holy lord, his very own words surprised him. Your name tore from his lips as he plundered your body, changing positions twice, before finding himself atop of you again.

His tongue drove into your mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, and taking what he needed. He could no longer restrain himself and he let himself go, fucking you the way he had wanted to ever since you had appeared in his life. With a growl of pure lust, he pumped his hips, plunging into you over and over. He could not get deep enough.

"Oh god, Robert. Take me” you moaned over and over again as he drove into you. Your body arched and undulated under his fevered lovemaking. The muscles of your channel clenched and spasmed around his length as a great bubble of pleasure rose up from your toes, engulfed you and burst into shards of explosive release that had you shuddering and sobbing.

"Let go for me Y/N” Robert groaned while he pinched your nipples, and you cried out again.

Your face and torso were flushed, your breath raspy, as you writhed beneath him and clawed at him while your body peaked again. You then cried out once more, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him as his body crested and he toppled over the edge. His length throbbed and pulsed, spilling his anguish and a steady stream of cum into you. He collapsed on you gasping, trying to regain his breath.

"Don't move, please" you said, your face still flushed with your excitement. You stroked his hair lovingly. "I like the way you feel inside me” you said while enjoying the little ebbing ripples from your tight walls against his cock. He smiled and kissed your lips softly and you continued this for a while until, eventually, he pulled out of you which caused some of your combined juices to leak from your slit and on to the sheets.

“So how did I do, Robert? Just fine?” you then asked just as Robert rolled to his side, facing you and caressing your face while you thought about this incredible explosive feeling he made you experience just moments ago.

“I actually cannot recall the last time I had sex that good” he gasped. His breath was still laboured as he looked at you and smiled.

“I am sure you say this to everyone” you joked after pressing a quick kiss on to Robert’s lips and before sitting up straight when, suddenly, it hit you and you came up with an idea.

“No, actually, I don’t” Robert said as he watched you get out of bed abruptly. “What are you doing?” he thus asked while you tippy toed across the room before standing right in front of the chalkboard in order to ask him a question.

“Have you figured how to get your hands on enough uranium yet? Because, going by my estimates, I believe that the US will never be able to secure enough for more than one bomb unless they work with their allies?” you then said somewhat suddenly, causing Robert to sit up as well and furrow his eyebrows.

“You know I cannot talk about this Y//N” he told you as you picked up the chalk and began to write down a formula.

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. I do the talking and you take away what you want from it” you said as, still in your naked form, you wrote down a few calculations from your head.

“Y/N, your calculations don’t make sense…” Robert interrupted you until he realised that you were talking about two entirely different substances now.

“We aren’t talking about uranium anymore, are we?” he thus ought to clarify, causing you to chuckle.

“Well, you aren’t talking at all Robert. You can’t tell me anything, remember?” you teased before telling him that it was plutonium which you based your calculations on rather than uranium.

“Plutonium is too fragile” Robert pointed out which is when you dropped the chalk back on to the ledge of the board and shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes it is fragile, but it is powerful and you can extract more” you pointed out while, elegantly, crawling back into bed.

“It’s impractical nonetheless. It will be much more difficult to build a bomb using plutonium” Robert said while sill glancing at your calculations.

“Probably, which is why you need a bunch of people as smart as you are to figure out a way to make it work” you told him, causing Robert to pull you atop of him and kiss you again.

“There is something incredibly sexy about watching you calculate a reaction, completely naked, while talking to me about atoms” he then determined, earning him yet another quiet chuckle.

“If you say so” you teased while giving in to his many kisses and caresses.

“How do you feel about moving to the dessert with me?” Robert then wanted to know, causing you to pull away from him.

“You want me to come on to the project with you?” you asked somewhat surprised seeing that you were not even a postgrad student yet which, in your mind, made you unqualified.

“Yes. In fact, I think I need you” Robert told you nonetheless and with a great sense of determination, causing you to shake your head.

“You don’t need me Robert” you chuckled, seeing that he probably already had a group of well-known scientists on board, none of whom you could compete with.  

“But I do need you and it would just be you and me, working together during the day and then doing this at night” Robert responded to your statement while gently running his hands over your bare skin again in a suggestive kind of manner.

“Just you and me, huh?” you moaned before pushing Robert’s hand out of the way. “What about your wife?” you wanted to know, seeing that, no doubt, she would be there too.

“She has no desire to live in the middle of nowhere for a year or two, because this is how long it will take to make this bomb. She is not coming” Robert informed you while caressing your skin again, teasing you and making you ache with need and desire for him.

“Robert…” you gasped before his lips silenced you gently, kissing you passionately.

“Just think about it” he then told you after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.

“I will think about it and, maybe, there is a way you could make this proposal a little more appealing to me” you suggested just before you pushed Robert beneath you and assumed authority over him.

“How?” he asked while feeling your hand gently wrap around his hardening shaft.

“Well, for starters, you could fuck me again” you teased while stroking him.

“Right now?” Robert groaned while, again, you lined the head of his hard member up with your entrance, causing you to nod.

“Yes, right fucking now” you determined before sinking down on his cock, engulfing him completely, which was something you continued for a quite some time.

In fact, you made love for what felt like hours, up until one or two o’clock at night, following which Robert stayed with you, sharing a bed just like any other ordinary couple would until, suddenly, at 6 o’clock in the morning, you were startled by the arrival of someone unexpected, barging into your room.

To be continued…

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[ariaste]

hi there! is there any sexual assault or CNC in running close to the wind? I just started reading and I’m at the part where the protags are talking about having sex with Julian against his will, and if there’s any applicable content warnings I’d be thankful to know upfront. thank you!

I... have sincerely no idea what part of the book you're referring to. Tev and Avra never talk about sexually assaulting Julian, period.

I've put the rest of this discussion behind a cut just in case you (or anyone else reading this post) want to avoid spoilers for what happens later, but TL;DR: There is ZERO sexual assault in Running Close to the Wind. ZERO.

I'm trying to make my best guess, but I can only think of two scenes that you could mean -- one where Tev and Avra are bickering with each other in a "I have noticed cultural clues that suggest I could have a chance with him, so I'm gonna shoot my lil shot 👀 Also I am going to make hyperbolic statements about what I will do to him if I am successful in my endeavor because :)))) it will Annoy You Personally (my main goal at all times)" sort of way, and one where they're essentially fantasizing out loud (one-on-one and in private) about their crush? Horny Yearning about someone off-limits?

But I'm not confident in either of these guesses because: 1) merely discussing the intent to shoot your shot with someone is not remotely the same as what you're asking about; 2) their fantasies involve Julian being an enthusiastic participant, and 3) that sort of fantasizing is... utterly harmless?

So... Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm at a loss for else what this could be in reference to. I recognize that you are concerned and looking to protect your peace of mind, however, so to give you a sense of the vibes through the rest of the book:

There is flirtation (which is enjoyed and reciprocated).

There are humorously incompetent seduction attempts (which are enjoyed and (eventually) reciprocated).

There is unreliable narration (ie: Tev's journal says a couple times "Circumstances beyond my control are forcing me to fuck Avra" -- spoilers, this is a joke and an excuse. The "circumstances beyond Tev's control" are just that Tev keeps wanting to fuck Avra and they're utterly exasperated with their own taste in men.)

There is explicitly honorific/celebratory/awed/positive use of the word "slut"

There is a scene later in the book where someone sets a firm verbal boundary with JULIAN for an upsetting behavior. (He immediately backs down and apologizes, then later asks responsible questions to clarify when he's still getting legitimately mixed messages.)

Avra was 100% correct in his assessment early in the book that a Vintish monk taking an oath of celibacy = that monk ADORES sex. Vintish monks choose to sacrifice the thing they love most. Julian's favorite thing in the entire world is sex, and he is actively attracted to Tev and Avra and finds their weirdness deeply alluring.

Hope this helps! If there's any scene where you start to wonder, "What if this other character isn't into it?" please assume that yes, everyone is into it unless explicitly stated otherwise.

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