#slow burn isn't for you

[xhanisai]

One thing I will always love about the Miraculous show is how they portrayed Adrien's interactions with Marinette and Ladybug's interactions with Chat Noir throughout all the seasons. That despite Adrien's and Ladybug's feelings for Marichat starting off platonically, they were still so tender and so sweet with them.

They didn't shy away from verbal and physical affection and the way they would marvel at marichat is so <33333

I just really love how while the show had Chat Noir fall for Ladybug and Marinette fall for Adrien immediately after they witnessed their strengths and kindness and determination, ladrien's journey for marichat was friends to lovers <33333333

They fell for each other fast and slow!!!!

They are slow-burn done right.

[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

Here's the series masterlist, and my general masterlist!~

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man. 

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[theneighborhoodwatch]

on the one hand it is A Tad Frustrating to see a creator's response of "this work's queer themes are a pretty substantial chunk of the actual story so i can't answer this without spoiling the work itself, which wouldn't be ideal given that this is a serial work; any concept art not found on the site where the work is hosted is not indicative of how these themes manifest in canon" be met with "so the queer themes aren't canon anymore? :(". on the other hand though it does create a very funny mental image of like, a bunch of people muttering worriedly over to each other at like a comic con panel or something, and then there's a loud "WAHOO YIPPEE" from offscreen and it pans over to me wearing a "#1 SLOW BURN LOVER" t shirt and jumping joyously and clicking my heels and snoopy dancing etc.

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Speaking of stupid things Discord reveals to people, I was reminded of this:

but anyway when friend pointed that out ERESTOR BEAT MARGIT AKXBJSAK

so yeah you can say that was 4 hours well spent 💅

[charlie-artlie]

Thinking abt This on this fine and rainy Saturday. This dynamic .... so twisted, so completely fucked. At first, it's cute, almost redeeming, how much Kaon loves his turbofox, but then come to find out this beloved pet is a double agent they've lobotomized and domesticated. It's fucked because they literally could have just killed him but instead do... this. Like. Listen. Regardless of how they currently treat The Pet, they all knew he used to be a person, a person who betrayed them, but Kaon still dotes on it, clearly loves it, but loves it as a pet...

It rly begs the question of what his relationship was like with Dominus before the lobotomy... like... one could almost come to the conclusion that someone convinced Tarn not to kill Dominus when he was found out, but instead, let him keep him, even in a changed state............. Dom what did you do to maintain your cover (Dom did you fuck that chair)

And on top of all that, like, that's not even getting into current Vos... to replace Dominus with someone who looks similar and gets the same codename... and Kaon is BLIND. I. I cant even begin to unpack that rn.

Something else that's interesting is dominus's disguise here, the thing on his back looks like the barrel of a gun... did he also turn into a sniper rifle? I'm sure this is explicitly stated somewhere. Also also wondering,,,, I think it's stated that the DJD knew he had a turbofox alt mode pre-discovery, but I cant say for certain? if so, was this disguise an outershell? Could the outershell incorporate into the alt mode?? These are the questions I have.....

[hedonists]

extreme burnout takes longer to heal from than a month or two. especially if your circumstances won't allow for a full break and the only available option is to slow down.

[nostalgia-tblr]

Six Some Sentences Sunday Saturday

and also A MOODBOARD. I am not even sure what those are for but people on AO3 have them on multipart works so I assume they are essential to the craft.

I'm hiding it behind a cut because although I know how to Make Internet Arts I am not especially good at it - I know the keyboard shortcuts I just don't know how to use them well.

When Sylvie catches sight of her reflection in the long mirror behind the bar she can’t resist giving herself a victorious smile; she’s here to celebrate and she damn well deserves that celebration. Finally she has found a buyer for her latest piece of work, and if all goes well it’ll bring at least a few months of financial security before she has to start worrying about the bills again.  She knocks back the remainder of her margarita and orders another, and since the bartender keeps unsubtly staring at her chest she takes her time searching in her purse for the payment, just in case this prompts him to offer this one on the house.  He doesn’t (well, it was a bit of a long shot) but someone else does – a tall, pale, dark-haired man steps in to play Prince Charming instead, and on first impressions alone this unexpected understudy might be good for more than one free drink; she wishes she had ordered something more expensive.

(No prizes for guessing that her "latest piece of work" is in some way fraudulent, or for guessing who the buyer is.)

[cherrylight]

hi! this is going to be a long post about my hs self insert ^_^ + with additional lore! uh, i talk as if she's a separate person, hope that's okay!

cred for sprites & picrew(s): sprite & picrew

the rest under cut !

before, hs ashley basically just looked like this !

(there's two variants because i had many ideas)

her name is actually ashley property! and it has stayed because i love it so much ^_^

i actually REALLY love the hs sprite(s) of her so very much but i want to redo it, i just been very forgetful lately and haven't really decided to redo her sprite unfortunately >_<

she does actually look nearly similar to her sprite, but there are parts that i really want to rework and sort of redo; for instance the fact she's in all black! that is NOT what she wears all the time i assure you!

another thing about the old ver of hs ashley is the fact that i decided to create a cameo guardian for her to fit the criteria, i guess. his name was jax! he was purely made because i get really interested in classpects. although, he's not really fully fledged out or anything. a part of me doesn't even want to add him in the new version of ashley actually ^^;;

another thing about this version is the fact she has literal NO LORE WHATSOEVER. in all honesty, i just could NEVER THINK OF LORE FOR HER. so she got nothing. she was just. kind of there. and that was that. and nothing else.

to be completely honest with you, she was plain even if i absolutely adored her more than anything on this planet ...

now for the new and improve ashley ^_^

^^^ ISN'T SHE SO PRETTY GUYS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

new and improve ashley my love !!!! she makes me so happy :D

i'm still working on a lot of things with this version of her ! but i'm trying to stray away from like the entire ...... typical stuff, but it's still pretty much with her as i didn't take it away or anything, just focusing more on the game stuff makes ME upset because i only focus on that and yadda yadda whatever!

this time, i actually have lore and how she ends up with everyone. but because i don't follow the comic anymore or really anything, a lot of it is my interpretation (and the fact the game doesn't really "exist" but does exist because of them having "powers"? i guess? i can probably talk about it in a different post but yeah! i just don't care about the game or the rest of the characters sorry)

so, the lore for ashley on how she got in the beta/alpha kids' timeline is this:

ashley's timeline somehow got corrupted. a lot of that is purely unknown and she doesn't even know *why* her timeline got corrupted. but she ends up in their timeline, kind of just appearing from thin air. quite literally.

although she basically FELL FROM THE SKY. long story short: she is unable to get back to her timeline. a part of me thinks that she was SUPPOSED to be in the beta/alpha timeline, but something happened for an error to occur, thus her being in the null timeline.

if that's too much for you, just know that she's unable to get back to her timeline and is stuck in the timeline she's quote on quote "supposed" to be in.

because of this happening, she doesn't know if her own family is alive or well, or they'll appear in this timeline—i'll call it the OG timeline, AKA original timeline (as it's canon and so forth. sorry for the technicalities). however, i have no ideas for her family yet, maybe i'll add jax but i also highly doubt it. i don't know! don't want to add too much to my plate, so that's in the backburner for the time being!

knowing this information, ashley being in a completely new place—new timeline—she is alone, like completely so alone and the only thing she sees is like four people. which as much as she's already wary of her surroundings and already hypervigilant on where she is, she does at the very go over to them; or they go over to her.

won't get into HUGE details on that! but i absolutely adore the betas and she will be honestly afraid to even get to close to them. i had the thought of her being this fearful to get close to people because of her ending up in the og timeline, being alone, and without really any familiar faces to see. ashley has this sort of thought of if she gets close to them, something bad would happen to *them* and she doesn't want that! considering that they seemed to offer hospitality and are cordial with her (well, for the most part, most of them seem friendly. even if using the term friendly is a stretch on talking on some), she would feel awful if something bad happened to them at her expense.

in all honesty, i didn't want her to just be a self insert for dave tbh... i want her to have her own like background and story, and lore, and relationships with the other characters! i also like doing silly scenarios with the other characters with her! it's very fun ^_^

as well as that, some other information that may be crucial later: her handle is: poltergeistBlossom, her hex colour is #FF6DC6

[llondonfog]

currently plagued by the concept of modern-day retired/discharged general vanrouge having to re-integrate into civilian life and of course part of that is somehow winding up a surrogate parent to an orphaned(?)/abandoned(?) child that his subordinate's family has found living in the woods behind their home—

[theladycarpathia]

“What are you?” Billy demands, finger already resting on the trigger. He’s glad that Max isn’t here, that he left her at the diner doing research. Because the man in their motel room has  broken past the hex marks, the warding, every anti-demon trick that they ever learned from their parents or from Hopper. He’s sitting on Billy’s bed, flicking through Billy’s mom’s journal like he has the right, and the sight of her neat writing under his long fingers makes Billy’s blood boil with rage. 

“Hey, I could be a hunter for all you know,” the man says easily. He looks completely normal, with soft brown hair falling into his dark brown eyes and brushing the top of his blue polo shirt. But Billy snorts - since he came back from Hell, he’s all too good at sensing when something isn’t quite human. And despite the pink tongue brushing that full bottom lip, the mismatched socks poking out from clean white sneakers, Billy knows that this thing isn’t human.

“You’re not,” Billy says in a low voice, aiming right for the center of its forehead. “You’re the thing that’s been following us since I got topside. The gas station, that motel in Utah, the car radio. So I’ll ask again - what the fuck are you?”

But the man looks up with a bright smile. “You knew that was me?” he asks, sounding genuinely pleased. 

“It had to have been you,” Billy mutters, unwilling to admit the truth. Hell changed him so much, giving him extra edges, and sharpening the ones he already had. He feels the trickle of cold down his neck at every demon that walks by, the bile that rises in his throat in the presence of a witch. And since he rose, there’s always been something following him that makes him feel…

Billy swallows. He doesn’t want to react to this creature.

“I’m only asking once more,” he spits, taking a step to the side to get a better shot. “What are you?”

“Steven,” the thing answers, and carefully closes the journal. “You can call me Steven.”

Billy pauses. Right. Not exactly the name of a monster that he was expecting. 

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he says, but Steven doesn’t seem to care. He places the journal back where he’d found it, tucked inside Billy’s duffel, and rises from the bed.

“Your mother was a gifted hunter,” Steven muses, eyes flicking around the motel room like he’s in a museum staring at a particularly interesting exhibit. Billy’s leather jacket, the badly hidden porn mags (he still has to share a room with Max after all, it’s not like they have the funds for two rooms,) the packet of nicotine patches. “You take after her.”

“What the fuck do you know about my mother?” Billy says, stunned. He hasn’t seen his mother since he was seven, the day she walked out. It turns out that between her father and the demons, the demons were the monsters that she could take. He’s been hunting with Max for five years now, ever since she was old enough to, and they’ve never once caught a break. Abigail Hargrove seemingly vanished off the face of the Earth.

“She’s not dead, if that’s what you mean,” Steven says, looking away from Billy’s Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Billy’s breath catches in his throat. 

“What?” he breathes. He’s spent so long….in every town they visit, in every state, he hunts in the local directory searching for her name. It occurred to him long ago that maybe she changed it, wanting to be sure that Neil couldn’t find her. But it was also ensuring that her son couldn’t find her. And that hurt.

“Oh, she’s alive,” Steven says easily.  “And hiding. Your father wasn’t the only reason she had to leave. There’s a powerful demon out there…I believe you’ve met the Yellow Eyed demon already?”

“Vecna,” Billy says, mouth sour with every syllable. That fucker had already toyed with him, and especially with Max when he’d been gone. Vecna had invaded her every nightmare, and even her waking moments, taunting her with the idea that it was her fault that Billy was dead, that she could have done more.

It was all lies. Billy would have died to save Max a thousand times over. Even if he’d ended up spending a thousand years in hell, Max is all the family he has. 

Or so he thought. 

“Yes,” Steven agrees darkly. “I’m afraid that he has plans for you and Maxine…and your mother.”

“Can we find her?” Billy asks desperately. He barely remembers her but he still dreams of the floral perfume he used to wear, her favorite sunhat dangling from her fingers, how she’d sing the Beach Boys around the house. But then she was gone and the singing stopped.

He loves her. He misses her. He hates her. He wants to know more than anything why she’d left him behind.

But maybe she didn’t have any choice. 

“We can,” Steven says firmly.  “We have to. Vecna wants to open the gates to Hell into this world and we don’t have a lot of time to stop him.”

“And we’re the ideal candidates for world saving?” Billy snorts, glad for a reason to pull his eyes away from Steven’s. It’s probably just a meat suit and if so, Billy has no right to be admiring the thick lashes of some possessed bastard. “Hate to tell you this but you’ve got the wrong people. I just got back from Hell and Max is all sorts of fucked up about it. We’re your regular salt and burn hunters, okay? We’re not heroes.”

“I disagree,” Steven says, tilting his head like he can’t quite work Billy out. “No matter what you think, you are worth it. And the only hope the Earth has is you and Maxine. That is why I pulled you from Hell.”

Billy blinks and then suddenly, Steven is standing right in front of him, having cleared the whole room in less than a second. Billy swallows. Fuck. This thing is so, so powerful. They’d thought as much, from what Murray had told them…but shit. 

“You did…what?” Billy croaks. They’d always wondered what the fuck had pulled him from Hell. Honestly, he’d half expected Max or someone to have pulled some shit to get him out. A crossroads demon, or Yellow Eyes perhaps. He didn’t know anything else was capable of breaching Hell, all to rescue one human. 

He raises the gun - the one that he’d forgotten about in all this and had let fall to his side - and aims it once more at the thing’s chest. 

“I’m going to ask once more, Stevie,” he says, in the calmest voice he can manage, even though every inch of him is trembling in fear. “What are you?”

The room almost closes in, like every piece of oxygen has been sucked out of it. Or maybe it doesn’t get smaller, maybe the creature in front of him gets bigger. The lights flicker furiously overhead and the shitty TV crackles and then explodes. Billy shields his face from the sparks, cursing internally. Shit. They’ll have to leave before they get charged for that.

When he looks back at Steve, he doesn’t know if this is the most frightening or most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The deep brown eyes are now glowing with an other-worldly blue, the same color light that ripples under his skin.

“I don't really have time for your bullshit now, William Hargrove,” Steven says, stepping so close to Billy that he can feel the sparks off his skin. There are large shadows unfurling and spreading across the wall behind him, visible in the flickering lights. For a moment, Billy can’t make out what they are but when he does, it upends everything he thought he knew about the world and the monsters in it. They’re wings. 

“I’m an angel of the Lord,” Steve says somberly. “And we have work for you.”

[swordsonnet]

i'm sorry but people saying that wwdits is queer-baiting because nandermo isn't canon (yet) is SO ridiculous to me. literally every main character in the show is canonically queer, and lots of side characters too. i'm begging people to understand that queer representation consists of more than just your favourite ship getting together.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

mmmmmmmm sad

i was really excited about my CoS game yesterday but a few of the players seem to be very fixated on getting to the next combat/room they can steal stuff from? and getting annoyed when my character expresses caution? I got interrupted once or twice while looking through some of the lore-related stuff or while trying to find an alternative means of doing something besides "charging right in." Like, not just the character taking off to do their own thing - the player interrupted me to tell the DM that we were going down a hallway. Like. Okay.

we were told this was going to be a roleplay/exploration/mystery heavy game and I'm feeling like that's only fine if it fits in the span of six minutes. And so now it feels like I'm the one making the problem.

[sisterdivinium]

Category: F/F Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Relationship: Jillian Salvius/Mother Superion

"It was just as impossible as wishing for a sudden refreshing shower in the outskirts of sunny, suffering Madrid during a false angel’s draught, wasn’t it? If perhaps only a bit more indecent." In unrelenting weather, it's hard not to hope for the impossible...

[lloydfrontera]

CRYING LLOYD AND JAVIER OUTSIDE THE DOOR NOVEL ART HAVE YOU SEEN IT

YEAH. YEAH I DID

OH MY GOD

i had already been screaming a fair bit about chapters 383-384 because it's just hit after hit after hit in these ones, but i wanted to wait until i had a free moment to properly get my thoughts down on this specific scene and Oh Boi. am i glad i did.

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM AND TELL ME YOU DON'T GO A LITTLE BIT INSANE.

is in this chapter that we finally get a real glimpse to how lloyd is feeling about all this. he's faced down everything, he's overcome every obstacle that's come his way, he's holding everything together because he knows that if he slips up even once it's game over for everyone and he's done it all on his own with a smile on his face.

and then we get to this scene, which is right after a moment in which lloyd finally allows himself to realize how much he actually cares about his new family and then he sees a bran new way in which he's gonna die,,,

and he just breaks

he starts crying and sobbing because he's terrified, he's so afraid of what his future looks like because he doesn't want to die. he really, really doesn't want to die and he doesn't want to die in such a painful frightening way and he doesn't want to drag others into dying with him

and it's heartbreaking!

all through the novel we do see that lloyd isn't very fond of the idea of dying, like really, he's not that into self-sacrifice and he'd rather find another of solving his problems thank you very much. but it's not until this very moment, that it really hits you how terrifying his situation really is for him. how much pressure and stress and strain he's been under while looking for a way to avoid the restoration of fate all by himself.

and then it cuts to javier. listening through the door. javier who knows that lloyd, that this fake lloyd, has been hiding something for a very long time, who constantly looks the other way whenever there's something that doesn't quite fit the way it should, who has gone through literal hell and back for him because he follows him unconditionally,,,

and who now has to hear the person he trusts the most in the world break down alone in his room because he's terrified of dying but doesn't trust javier enough to show it in front of him. because for some reason he refuses to share his burden and lean on javier the way he's allowed everyone else to lean on him.

and javier is angry

he's angry because lloyd should tell him if he's afraid, he should tell him if he needs help, he should just tell javier so javier can do whatever lloyd needs him to do.

because that's his friend and his friend is stupid but javier won't allow him to go and do something stupid like dying.

that's what javier is for. to protect him. so he shouldn't be afraid of dying because that won't happen. and if it ever did, then it would be javier who'd die instead. if it was for lloyd... he'd be happy to do so.

but even as javier decides this he still has to hear lloyd cry all alone and it hurts

AND THEN THE NEXT MORNING HE TRIES. HE TRIES SO HARD.

he gives lloyd a chance to tell him! he asks and prods and tries to get him to tell him if he's worried about something, if he had a nightmare, if he's in trouble, he just!! tries so hard to get lloyd to trust him!! to lean on him for help!!

but lloyd refuses because he's so used to being on his own that now it's not only second nature but also a true belief of his that when push comes to shove he's on his own. that he needs to resolve all of his problems all by himself.

especially the restoration of fate. because it's his fault that it's happening in the first place. it his fault that everything is in danger so it's his responsibility to fix it.

he can't ask another person to shoulder the burden for him.

IT'S JUST!!! THEY'RE SOOOO!!! MMMGHHH!!! THEY GIVE ME A NEW MENTAL ILLNESS!!! I'M SOOO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR!!

these chapters are so important for the dynamic they have until the end of the novel, these moments are how the rest of their relationship develops, this!!! javier wanting lloyd to trust him and to lean on him for help and lloyd refusing to do so out of guilt and a misguided sense of responsibility!! this is how it continues until the very end!! and it never gets resolved!!! bk moon answer for your fucking crimes!!!

anyway

as you can see. i am very normal about these illustrations :)

[gaywatch]

brittanyyyy how are youuu 🥺🥺 hoping you get to the best of your health soon 💕💕

Thank you for the concern, darling. <333 I'm still waiting on a call from the doctor I was referred to, but I've had one or two better* night's of sleep this week and cutting back on my schedule has helped a lot.

I'm gonna stay at minimal productivity until I start treatment (whenever that is, next few weeks to a couple months) which is a big blow to my plans for this year. But on the other hand when I can fully come back I'll be firing on all cylinders for the first time in my entire life and that seriously excites me. I'm gonna make so much stuff for y'all. Just all the things. But I gotta be able to sleep first, lol.

*Better sleep, for me, is still awful by normal standards. It means waking up every hour and a half to three hours instead of every forty-five minutes.

[laalaaisqueen]

I think this just turned into a notp vs otp

I ship a lot for fun but I do think about the chemistry when I'm actually thinking about the whole ship and not JUST for fun.

For example, they should imo bring out different sides of themselves and what do they bring to the table for their relationship.

I can confidently tell you Tinky and Guardian don't have any chemistry. Hahaha- It doesn't match nicely

I'm bad with words so I will express it through which relationship is healthier-

Control

While we don't see Guardian really hold a real conversation with Tinky, we do see how he interacts with one of the four. And he can come off as controlling sure he might feel better with control over the situation, but it's not healthy to want people to follow every demand you throw at them.

Lenny and Guardian never attempt to control each other.

Safety

Infected Tinky isn't the safest guy to be around, I mean he did just kill his best friend, a complete stranger has no chance.

While Guardian did just witness Lenny take his rage out on a machine and angrily chase after Gary, he doesn't seem to feel unsafe around Lenny.

They enjoy spending time together

Guardian probably would like spending time around any of the test subjects he watched, it wouldn't be mutual on Tinky's side. Because who wants to willingly spend time around someone who watched you without your consent??

While the feelings aren't really clear, Lenny and Guardian don't seem to dislike being around each other. With my fanon, Guardian finds Lenny interesting even when he has no idea what the guy is talking about. Yes, Guardian is a little weird but Lenny also knows Anne who is also a weirdo that sometimes spies on people without their knowledge so that she can paint them naturally. And little snowball is just uneducated, he sees the potential in him.

Communication

Guardian can't have a proper conversation with Tinky because Tinky Winky is technically in an altered mindset. And even if he wasn't infected, talking with your technical stalker is kinda weird and the conversations are awkward. And Tinky possibly might react in a similar way Laa-Laa did.

Lenny and Guardian can have a proper conversation because none of them are infected and they can work together to stop the apocalypse.

Shared Goals

Idk about yours but my Tinky Winky just wants to be with his friends, the apocalypse is none of his business, cured or not infected. While Guardian wants to fix what went wrong.

Lenny and Guardian have a shared goal of wanting to stop the apocalypse.

Constant Arguing

Tinky would argue with Guardian so much that I could add it to my Strangers to semi good terms, to almost friends, to friends, to almost lovers, to lovers. It would be very hard to find a middle ground because Guardian sees nothing morally wrong with what he did and it'll take very long chapters for Tinky's yelling to change his mind on that.

While I believe it'll be rare to see Lenny and Guardian argue, but if they do it's probably around the methods to stop the apocalypse and they could find a middle ground. And it wouldn't take 50 chapters to get to that middle ground.

Working together not against eachother

Working together in the campaign involves fighting/killing the other three. If you think Tinky is going to help fight his friends, think again.

Do I need to really explain why Lenny and Guardian are more likely to work together rather than against eachother?

Power Imbalance

Guardian literally has more power than Tinky, he's a Guardian that can prevent them from leaving the Main Lands with probably just a phone call. Tinky has no power in his situation.

While in my fanon Lenny is in a lot of control in the base, he doesn't use this as a weapon. He finds people using power to talk down to people with less power as despicable. So he would never do it to Guardian.

Isolating From Friends And Family

Sorry but so far as I see this ship written, Tinky's friends are always put so far away almost as if he's being isolated from them.

If Lenny and Guardian have separate platonic relationships, they would never isolate each other.