#someone who would always take care of her no matter what

[shadola]

꒰ა boyfriend!shadow . . .

shadow x f. reader. fluff. slight angst. shadow lore spoilers (more aligned with movie lore than game lore). established relationship. could be human or mobian reader.

☆ shadow who didn't want to admit that he liked you at all at first. he hadn't let himself get close to anybody in such a long time, he was worried that he wouldn't know how to handle it going wrong.

☆ shadow who usually spends most of his nights tossing and turning. and when he can sleep, he's an incredibly light sleeper. every brush of a branch against his window waking him up. but can sleep through anything and everything as long as he can feel you in the bed next to him.

☆ shadow who has you sit on the front of his bike, so he can hold onto you as he weaves through traffic. resting his chin on the top of your head whenever you're stopped at red lights. he's always extra careful about road laws when you're on the bike with him.

☆ shadow who reveals that his past troubles with sleeping come from a deeply rooted pain in his heart. who tells you everything he remembers about his older sister, maria. and he remembers everything. he tells you the good stories, dancing and listening to her play the guitar, learning how to roller skate from her. how they were inseparable until the incident.

☆ he told you all about the incident too. how for so long he couldn't think about anything but getting revenge, for hurting the people who hurt him and his family. how it was like that for so many years, and even after his change of heart, he still finds himself wondering what would happen if he had followed through with his plans.

☆ shadow who's love language is acts of service, through and through. he'd do anything to make your life even just a little easier. from brushing your hair in the morning, to packing lunches for you, to zipping up your dresses or skirts. or even tying your shoes when the laces come undone while you're out and about, just so that you don't have to kneel on the ground to do it yourself.

☆ but despite it being his love language, he never really gets used to you reciprocating the actions. he always finds himself a little surprised when he comes home to dinner, or when you help pick the fuzz and lint out of his quills and fur. it's rare for him to be on the receiving end of kindness, or gentle touches and it takes him a bit to get used to.

☆ shadow who makes sure nothing is covering either of your palms when you hold hands. he wants his hand to be against yours completely, and finds himself moving your sleeves out of the way, and even taking off his gloves to obtain that.

☆ he likes holding your hand. it makes him feel closer to you, makes him feel regulated, and even if it's just temporary it makes him feel like all his worries and anxieties are melting away. he squeezes your hand whenever he feels your grip loosening. squeezing it three times in a row when he's talking to someone, or busy with something else. a reminder that no matter what he's doing, you're always what's at the forefront of his mind.

[issilya]

I hate answering this because it's something I really go back and forth on when it comes to Esha.

Like, she's a crow. An alienage elf with a fucking death wish. She probably doesn't see a reality where she doesn't die young.

It's not that she wants to die - fuck no she doesn't! Before death takes her, she will break her fingers clawing out of its grasp.

But. She's a pessimistic realist, if that makes sense. She doesn't allow herself to dream of the future, because the future is unsure and cannot be trusted. She accepts the reality she is in - the reality of being Viago's bloodhound. The reality of having to cheat death on the regular. She's fearless, but part that fearlessness on the job? It's not being resigned to her fate. It comes from the fact that she's afraid of being alive. She's afraid of the future. She's afraid to dream. She's afraid of the good times because the good times always end and hurt so fucking much when they do. So it's easier to not have them. Just resign herself to the here and now.

And then, despite all of that, she actually does enjoy what she is. She enjoys the thrill like the adrenaline junkie she is. And she's aware of it.

So it's not that she's really *opposed* to getting married. But she's also not really that into it. She never thinks it's something that happens to her, period. That's it, move on.

If that ever comes up between her and Lucanis, she goes full panic and full denial mode. Like, what do you mean? She's an alienage elf. He's the goddamned First Talon. Doesn't matter if they killed gods, there is a gap between them that makes this difficult. Uncomfortable.

And then it means actually committing to something long term. It means looking to the future. It means dreaming. And that's not something she ever allows herself to do.

All that not even taking into the account what it would mean politically. She's a de Riva, not a Dellamorte, she will not become a Dellamorte regardless of how devoted she may be. Names are who you are and what shapes you, and she would not change hers. It would be like erasing her identity. And then, what does it mean for the First Talon to marry someone who will not give him children? Because even if she ever wanted to, she can't. Does she want to? Eh, probably not, but it's not like she ever considered it knowing she can't anyway. It doesn't bother her, but it does carry weight once *marriage* is a question. Like, do you think Caterina doesn't care about having her bloodline continue? Because I'm sure she does and family pressure is helluva drug (poor Lucanis).

So I think the answer to that is... I don't know. I think she *would* get married, but it would require a lot of work to break down all the walls and shatter all the fears she has.

But once she's okay with it - oof, then there's issues about Andrastian rites vs elvish rites and all that shit. She's not disconnected from her roots. Even after all that, she still sees is as something that's important. It's not about gods, fuck the gods - it's about the community. The rites that keep the community together, the history that gets carried. She understands that, and she's not willing to just play the part of an Andastrian wife. What does that even mean for these two? How Andrastian is Lucanis, anyway?

Jokingly, maybe they almost break up over this and then decide to elope. Have a ship captain marry them because ship captains can do that. I have no idea. They're a tangled mess of opposites and conflicts and I love them. I'm not even sure they get a happy ending after all.

/edit

Yeah after considerations it's not about whether or not she wants it or how she wants it, if they get married, it would be Lucanis pulling some shit like asking her and then within 10 minutes having the ship's captain marry them, because if she has time to think, her brain will overload on panic - gotta get her while she's still in shock lmao

Hey, hope you all had a good weekend! Unfortunately, it’s Monday =/ Fortunately, it’s time for Rook Intro Hour! 🍀🌺🌼🌸

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today’s Question(s): Does your Rook want to get married to their LI(s)? Do they care about where? Is there a specific tradition/traditions they want to follow, when they do? Who would they invite? What would they wear?

Have fun & thanks for sharing!

[cha-melodius]

30 for zahra/shaan for the hug prompts if it sparks joy <3

(Thank you for sending this one, I've never really written Zahra/Shaan from either of their POVs and it was a lot of fun. Not to mention this hug prompt was perfect for them. read all the hug ficlets)

30: The reluctant hug from someone who isn’t exactly a fan of physical affection. 

The first time they see each other in person after the email leaks is when Henry goes to DC for Alex’s speech.

Usually, in a situation like this where they’re only interacting for work, neither of them would even think about letting any part of their relationship slip through. All the looks, all the touches, even a hint of personal conversation—that stuff is only let out when they’re off the clock. They’ve crammed a lot into two-day holidays over the last half a year, and even with what little pieces they get of each other, it’s worth it.

Today is different, though. He can see the toll that the leaks and their aftermath have taken on Zahra. Not just because of the political impact, though of course that is her job to deal with, but the personal one too. Zahra cares deeply about Alex, more than she’d ever admit to anyone. Shaan can tell, though. Could tell when he first heard the minute hitch in her breath over the telephone line. She feels responsible, just as he does. They couldn’t protect their charges, no matter how hard they tried.

Now, she’s running around as usual, barely sparing him a glance as she barks out schedules and timing. They’ve landed no more than a half an hour before Alex is due to speak, and it’s a mad rush, even when Alex and Henry disappear for ten minutes, no doubt to do things Shaan would rather not think about. It’s not until later that evening—they’re staying overnight, something he’d quietly insisted upon when they’d made these plans—that Shaan manages to actually catch her.

“Did you need something?” she asks brusquely. He knows better than to take it personally.

“Yes,” he tells her, equally business-like. “Can I speak with you privately for a moment?”

Her eyes flash like she knows what he’s up to. She probably does. Normally, he’d never attempt to request a private moment, even now when most of the White House has retired for the night, but there’s nothing about this situation that’s normal. For a moment he thinks she’s going to refuse, but then she gives a short nod and leads him through a random doorway.

“Ok, Srivastava, what is it? I don’t really have time—” she starts immediately, which is a lie because he personally heard Ellen Claremont say she didn’t need anything else from Zahra tonight.

“Zahra,” he interrupts softly, putting hand over one of hers.

She doesn’t pull away, which is a good sign. Or maybe a bad one. When she looks up at him, the conflict is plain on her face. “We can’t—” she starts. Stops and licks her lips, her lipstick still flawless this late at night. “Not here.”

“I know,” he reassures her. “I’m not asking for much. Just a hug.” She narrows her eyes at him, and Shaan lets his expression soften. “You’d be doing me a favor.”

Even in the moments when they can truly be alone together, Zahra isn’t much of a hugger. She won’t even initiate one on those rare occasions where she wants to be held, so Shaan has learned to detect such circumstances and then ask for one for himself. She always gives a little huff, like it’s a chore, though if she didn’t want to she’d just tell him no and walk away. Then she will reluctantly let herself be drawn into his arms, and only when her face is hidden against his neck will she allow her shoulders to relax. She’ll take a deep breath, her arms tightening around his waist, and he’ll hold her for however long she allows.

Today, Zahra needs a hug, and Shaan will do whatever he must to give it to her. It helps that it’s not a lie—Shaan really could use a hug himself, after everything.

He has to keep himself from smiling when she rolls her eyes and lets out her usual huff. The rest follows as he’s become accustomed to, though she holds him tighter and longer than he was expecting. Then she shocks him by murmuring, “I love you,” into the collar of his shirt. “Thank fuck you’re here.”

“I’m here, my love,” he breathes as he smooths a hand over her hair. “I’m here.”

[charliedaltonswife]

Deny It

Henry Winter x reader (The Secret History)

Summary: Richard, having taken a liking to reader, realises something he has been denying for a while now.

Warnings: ig a bit of angst, allusion to smut if you squint really hard, oh and richard's pov

master list found here

Richard P. POV

I should have known, really. The signs were all there; hidden in plain sight, like so many things are with Henry. But then, I suppose it’s easier to see the truth in retrospect, when everything has been laid out for you, the final, painful, picture taking shape long after the moment has passed.

It was early autumn when you arrived, a time when the leaves began to curl and brown, and the air turned crisp enough to sting your lungs. Shame, you always reminded me of autumn - this was a curse really, an entire season every year I was reminded of you. Julian had let you into the Greek class not long after I had joined, and you fit into our group almost too easily, easier than me truthfully. There was something effortless about it, the way you slid into conversations with a quiet confidence. Everyone was surprised when you challenged Henry on the finer points of Greek translation. I liked you almost immediately. The way your wine stained lips quirked up when Francis made a joke, the way your heels made subtle clicking sounds as we walked to class together. Yes, I suppose I liked you a bit too much that I became blinded. 

Henry, of course, was the first to notice you. He always had a knack for identifying those who would matter, who would alter the delicate balance of our little circle. It wasn’t long before you were spending long afternoons with him in the library, your heads bent over ancient texts, a kind of fierce concentration radiating between the two of you that none of us dared interrupt.

“Henry’s really taken with her,” Charles said one evening, swirling the last of his drink in the glass. “Haven’t seen him like this since- well, since ever.”

“Hm?” I echoed, frowning. “He’s finally found a friend who can keep up with him.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, his mouth curling into a smirk. “Right, yes.”

There were moments, of course, that should have given it away. One evening, after a long night and too many drinks, you laughed at something Charles had said and stumbled slightly on an uneven bit of the rug. Henry was at your side in an instant, his hand gripping your arm a little tighter than necessary.

“Careful,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“I’m fine, Henry,” you assured him with a laugh, but he didn’t let go until you were safely sitting down on an armchair.

It was a small thing, really. An overprotective gesture from someone who cared. Henry being Henry; precise, cautious, unwilling to leave anything to chance. It didn’t seem unusual. After all, we were all protective of each other in our own ways, weren’t we? A tight knit group. 

There was another time, late one night, when I was passing by the sitting room and overheard your voice, soft but insistent. I paused, lingering in the shadows, curious.

“Henry, sit down,” you were saying calmly but with demand in your voice. “You’re pale as a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, though his voice was strained.

“Don’t argue with me. You’re not fine.” There was a rustle of movement, the sound of a chair being dragged closer. “Here, take this.”

A pause. Then Henry’s voice, quieter. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Sure I do,” you said firmly. “Close your eyes and try to relax.”

I stood there for a moment longer, listening to the soft hum of your voice, saying something in Latin to distract him from the pain, the way you spoke to him with a calm assurance that I’d rarely heard anyone use with Henry. It was oddly intimate, but again, I brushed it off. Henry had migraines sometimes; we all knew that. And you, well, you were kind. That’s what I liked about you most. Of course, you’d help him. Anyone would.

It was nothing. Just a friend being there for another friend. It wasn’t unusual. Not really.

The country house was always supposed to be a place where the outside world couldn’t touch us. It was where we could let loose, indulge in the illusion of timelessness. But that illusion has its cracks, and in those cracks, truths have a way of seeping in. Truths that were right in front of me before. But I was too ashamed to admit it to myself. Too stupid. 

It was during one of those languid weekends that I found myself on the second floor, wandering aimlessly as the others napped or lounged downstairs. The door to Henry’s room was slightly ajar, and though I knew it was a breach of privacy, I couldn’t help but glance in.

You were there, seated on a chair that had been obviously moved to be right next to the bed, a book spread open between the two of you. Henry leaned against the headboard, his gaze fixed on the text, though every so often, his eyes flicked up to you. There was a kind of quiet intensity to the scene, an intimacy that was all the more palpable for its lack of overt gestures.

I should have left then. I should have turned away and pretended I hadn’t seen. But I didn’t. I stayed rooted to the spot, watching as Henry reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face before he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. It was such a simple, tender thing, and yet it felt like a declaration, a quiet confirmation of something I hadn’t been ready to see.

I decided to turn away as you mindlessly went to run your fingers through his hair, being careful not to move his glasses, both of you keeping focused on the texts in front of you. It felt practiced. It looked natural. 

I didn’t say anything that evening despite a question from Francis and a nudge from Bunny. I couldn’t.

It wasn’t until the next morning, when I saw you emerge from his room that the reality of it hit me. You stepped out first, wearing one of Henry’s dress shirts, the fabric hanging loosely off your frame, the hem brushing just above your knees. Your hair was slightly tousled, and there was a sleepy, contented look on your face. Henry followed shortly after, equally disheveled, his sleeves rolled up, his collar undone.

There was an ease between you. It was undeniable yet I managed to deny it for so long. I stood frozen at the end of the corridor, watching as you disappeared around the corner, my mind racing to reconcile what I had seen with what I had tried so hard to ignore.

Francis was the one to put it into words, as he always does. He caught my eye over breakfast before everybody had gathered, a sly grin playing on his lips. “So, you finally figured it out?” he asked, not unkindly. “About Henry and her?”

“I-” I began, but the words failed me.

He chuckled, setting down his cup. “We all saw it, Richard. You just didn’t want to.”

I nodded. It wasn’t jealousy that I felt, exactly. It was something more complicated; a mix of disappointment and resignation, perhaps. But there was also a strange sort of relief in the truth being out in the open, even if it was just for me.

Later, I found myself on the porch, watching as you and Henry walked across the field, your heads bent close in conversation. There was a lightness to your step, a kind of ease that spoke of familiarity and trust. It was beautiful, in its way.

Maybe, on some level, I had known all along.

Requested by the wonderful @timetravellingovercaffeinatedkoi who got me out of my writing slump

[alexandraisyes]

Peachy, my beloved, you missed so many.

First off, Eclipse Observers. This is my son. The guy everyone claims I am in disguise, that fucker. Fans of him want him to die again, want him to get a happy ending, or just like tearing into him because he's pathetic as fuck. So many "I always come back" jokes, and people like to take him and both put him in a blender and make him the blender.

Moon Cheesers. This is my other son. I will hear no slander against him. The name is because the moon is made out of cheese. Jokes on you if you believe that though because that's just a conspiracy theory and everyone knows the moon isn't even real. Most of us want him to get worse. Mostly so we can say we were right. Some of us are glad he's forming connections and somewhat learning how to function in a family unit without purely relying on Sun. For other's it's a mix of both, with apprehension that he's just going to start slipping back to how we met him, scared, paranoid, and lashing out at the only person he cared about because he didn't have a support system. Him and Sun were really bad for each other and a lot of fans of him love to exploit that in fics and fanworks.

Earth Lovers. These people are either down fucking bad for her, trying to justify her relationship with Monty, defending her rights to be respected as a woman, or trying to kill Monty and shipping her with literally every single character but Monty. I have seen some fun pairings for her. These people care the most about female representation and respect in this fandom and would rather eat a shoe than disrespect a woman. A lot of her newer fans have also found solace in disability representation in her.

Dazzle Holders. Hold gently like hamburber. Some of these guys just like child death let's be real (we are in the fandom that is a smaller fandom of the child death fandom so this is to be expected). Most of them just want her to be happy, safe and loved by her dad and all her aunts/uncles. She is an angel and saying otherwise is social death no matter what part of the fandom you're in.

Ruin Connesiuers. You either love or hate him and there's no in-between. A lot of his newer fans sympathize with his trauma and the fact that he did bad things in order to protect himself (woah who could have seen that coming -> has been screaming this from the rooftops since March). Older fans consider that to be a cherry on top and just like the fucked up lil guy. Ruin fans and Nexus fans have beef over who's worse. Dunno why they're both fucked up little guys in a youtube show but pop off chat.

Monty. . . Watchers. These people tend to enjoy really crude humor even if it doesn't fit the rhythm of the show and aren't able to understand, or maybe they just enjoy, how toxic all of his relationships tend to be. People who enjoy him past that tend to enjoy having a "good guy" in the show that's kind of a piece of shit 80% of the time and isn't someone that you can easily side behind without putting in the work into themselves. Also, they're so gender and gay for their wife; joy and whimsy on the planet Urath.

Foxy's Crew. People who love Foxy tend to be grouped with FC fans. He's the dad ever. He's also a semi-realistic take of a first-time parent in stressful situations trying to do the best he can. Again, the dad ever. He's a wet rat of a man and he is doing the best he can, and we love him for that.

Puppet Poppets. You know what she's a femme fatale, let her cook. She's tragic and a lot of people who really understand her character understand how it feels to have your childhood stripped away from you and be expected to handle responsibilities you weren't ready for. Her fanbase is kinda tragic like that. She makes mistakes and she's annoying and she's perfect actually, 10/10 stars, thank you Matt for giving us this wet mop of a woman. She's also gender so bonus points, 11/10 stars.

Astral Jury. Yeah that's right y'all are a fucking jury. (I'm on it too it's fine). It varies between "they're so pretty ough" and "I love how fucked up this is from the perspective of a human let them cook." People put them in situations a lot. We need more astral ships so like slay ig.

Cre-Daters. Why do you exist but also can you please come invade my inbox with why you like this fucking BRAIN. Some cre-daters mostly just like Sven. Other's like the brain. And the smart ones like Nao. I mean what, who said that. Trashcan man is grouped in here, that's his husband. Anyways moving on.

Solar Flare Protectors. THIS IS MY SON. AND HE IS PERFECT. I MISS HIM. I know like 3 people who love him enough to be considered a fan, including myself. The other two are @jackobbit and @deadbloodzero

Stitchwraith Babysitters. This is just @kenmarlenn. There are others but. This is just Ken.

I rest my case.

something I find funny is that within the tsams fandom, there are also little subdivisions of the tsams fandom.

there's the Lunar Freaks (I say 'Freaks' with much love). they simp for Lunar like no other and will defend him with their lives. they also like making him kiss as many astral beings as possible.

there's the Solar Enjoyers- who can commonly be found with the Jack Lovers. they're like a package deal. the Solar enjoyers simp over him and are prone to ignore his flaws (which like. fair tbh, joy and whimsy), and the Jack lovers just miss their boy.

the Bloodmoon Fiends are just over in the corner punching the walls and trying to escape their straight jackets, maybe biting on some raw meat too idk

the Sun Cult are spinning in a giant circle, half of them cheering and whooping for more angst while the rest of them are sobbing their fcuking eyes out

and. as a member of the Nexus Fanclub. I can just say there's like me and 9 other people here, we all see each other in the tags and wave at each other all the time, and we see you other cliques and point and laugh cause imagine having to worry about if your fave is gonna die or not lol (Note: the Bloodmoon Fiends are excluded from this)

[solarpire]

re: your tags on the poc/character post

I'm sorry but did. we watch the same Arcane

Ok so you've activated my rant card (I mean this with joy, I love talking about this kind of thing and I do enjoy the show they just did like abysmally for representation)

Here is why ekko rings as an empty/token character to me:

1. We get no personal motivations for him. We had three whole episodes of character setup for our characters. By the time we get to progress day, we solidly know what every character is about, and why seven years later they would end up in the places they did. Except for ekko. Sure he lost benzo, but what does that mean? All we ever see from that is him crying with vi. Why is he running the firelights? Did he start this group? What got him passionate enough to start all this? How did he find the tree? Why is he so jaded now? How does he feel about how things went down for vi and powder? Why does he hate jinx? (For those who dont know, that last one was apparently Supposed to be answered, but was among one of the MANY ekko scenes they decided to cut for time.) Genuinely we get better character drive for Marcus. We barely get to know his thoughts on anything, let alone see his downtime. The only exception to that is when hes playing at being someone else in the au episode. Which leads me into my next point-

2. He is always only used as a plot piece for the white characters. We only see him in the au in service of having an au episode, furthering jinxs plotline, and getting his time power in time to kind of help stop victor. In the game he always had it, he would use it as a kid to make dinners with his family last longer, and worked on furthering it when he was older to save his friend, that he ended up not being able to save in the end. That's interesting! That's something for him to have on his own, that's a driving force for why hes doing things. And when this

Is genuinely the best characterization for him? Theres a problem. (He also falls into the black hair tropes of white hair and that specific short dreads with the side shave look to make him look cool, but since the white hair was a problem with the original character design in a load bearing way, and dreads do work for his character I dont necessarily consider them the worst offenses. Can we Please explore some other hair styles though I swear his look is begging for some twists, or maybe some box braids). And otherwise, his screen time is next to nothing. I want to say season one he gets less than ten minutes total. They treat him as if hes a main character to further the plot, but the moment it doesnt matter to the more important main characters hes discarded.

3. He doesnt get to be questioned. Every single character in this show is grey in some way, except for ekko. He is lorded as an absolute moral good by the show, but we dont actually get to see what that means. We barely actually get to know how he feels about shimmer divorced from silco, let alone any of his politics in regard to zauns freedom. Hes put on a pedestal of "the good guy" without actually letting that mean or accomplish anything aside from being something pretty to look at. A token. They almost do better by sevika, if they didnt fully ignore her after the parts they needed her for in the first half of season 2, not let her mourn or even find out about the people she cared about dying, didn't let her participate in the last episode, and then did her the disservice of being the only zaunite voice on the council when it runs on majority vote (I'm sorry there is No fucking way shes rolling over and taking that deal after how much shes devoted to fighting for zaun)

4. HE FUCKING WORKS WITH THE COLONIZER OF ZAUN AS A FRIEND AND MENTOR. HELLO. I have so many problems with how heimerdinger was portrayed as a constant voice of reason, but the fact that in ADDITION to that they make him buddy buddy with ekko? Makes it incredibly clear that they have no fucking idea what they're saying.

All in all, on the surface? Ekkos awesome! Ekko is really cool and fighting for an important cause! But the moment you look past that there is almost nothing to him character wise. And when hes the only black character they use culturally black ties for outside of hair, and the only main black zaunite character? It rubs me wrong.

[realpontchartrain]

I saw your last anon and was wondering if you could go more into detail on your prison abolition stance. It means different things to different people so what exactly would you like to see happen?

Of course! This is gonna be long, so brace yourself, but hopefully a worthy read.

Well, my personal perspective is that prison is inherently traumatic. It is literal slavery. Nobody, no matter what the crime or circumstances that led up to it, petty or huge, should have to endure prison conditions in America. Imagine 24/7 having to be subjected to the brightest fluorescent lights possible, the loudest noises, crammed in a concrete block of a room with 100 or so other people (in general population jails) or at best 4 or 6 others for the entirety of your sentence — which is almost always blown out of proportion for the nature of the crime, or vice versa depending upon your privilege in life (the average white american getting probation or a slap on the wrist for a drug offense, the average black american spending a huge chunk of their lives behind bars for the exact same offense, and me getting away with two weeks in jail for trying to kill a bunch people just because i go to Harvard and my mom’s a cop).

The vast majority of crimes are petty. You can’t stop drug trafficking and addiction with mass incarceration. Encourage people to seek treatment when busted, provide them with the resources they need, and let them decide if or when they choose to get help. If caught redistributing drugs, make getting help mandatory, prosecute them to find the actual manufacturer of said drugs (if it isn’t them) and adequately punish them, then once they’ve completed a setlist of conditions (monitoring, rehab, yada yada), release them. If a woman is shoplifting baby food, you help that woman feed her baby, not throw the child into the OTHER trauma of foster care and the mother in prison for years.

When I was in jail, I shared a cell with an old black woman (we called her Rosa Parks LMFAO) who was in there LONGER THAN I WAS… for trespassing. A class C misdemeanor. She went to the bank to get change, but they were closed, and a manager called the cops on her when she was standing outside too long waiting for the next bus. Two weeks for me for attempted mass murder > two weeks or more for that old woman. What sense does this shit make?

Let’s talk major crimes like mine. These are always committed by someone with some kind of deep mental illness (untreated/undiagnosed) or trauma. They need help. Children aren’t shooting up their schools in troves for no reason. Look at their backgrounds: abusive/neglectful families, poverty, trauma, etc. When it’s easy to cop an AR-15 and we are THE most gun-loaded country for no fucking REASON other than mass paranoia and the delusion of freedom, then why wouldn’t a kid who’s already about to commit suicide with mommy and daddy’s AR collection out on display in the living room NOT see anything to lose in taking as many other motherfuckers out with them? Especially anyone else who wronged them and ridiculed them for their trauma or otherwise? They need help.

Even if they DO go on to kill people, they still deserve a second chance to make amends and face the consequences of their actions. Something drove them to that point, and there was already an infinite amount of failures in more systems than one that let it happen (easy gun access, poor mental health, no social services, bullying that’s unchecked, etc.). That’s why i’m choosing to research gun violence prevention — so that I can become a therapist who specifically focuses on homicidal people and youth, because so many of these so called psychiatrists never believed me when I said I was thinking about hurting people because I simply “don’t look like it.” And guess what? The vast majority of medicine used to treat physical and mental health problems in prisons have been discontinued for use in the general American population. When I was in jail, they put me on drugs to help with my “withdrawals” that caused me to lose sensation in half of my face and would leak out of my nose. That shit is inhumane, and they FORCE you to take it in front of them. If you don’t? Well, beaten or thrown into a suicide watch pad it is.

Throwing people like me in prison, or even people with less severe crimes but still pretty serious, without proper mental health (or any kind) of treatment will only make things WORSE. If we DO get out eventually, all of that trauma i described and WORSE will only follow them forever. That makes people more inclined to commit crimes again, usually even worse ones. This is what feeds the recidivism rate, which in turn feeds into the prison system and therefore modern day slavery as well. Anything “made in America” was made by prison slave labor. For pennies on the hour, sometimes pennies a DAY, when a fucking granola bar on the commissary menu is $50.

I think that the Scandinavian countries have it right. Even Anders Breivik was only given a 21 year sentence for the Norway shooting. If he wasn’t a spoiled and narcissistic brat who thinks he’s tough shit and “too good” to accept help, even HE would’ve had the chance to get out after killing 70~ people in only 21 years if he just completed his measly little conditions (be a better person lmfao). Look at their prisons. Better than a studio apartment in downtown LA for $9mil a month in rent. They get access to things that HELP normal people: games, technology, music, instruments, arts, TV, company, THE ABILITY TO FUCK IN YOUR CELL EVERY NOW AND THEN, EVEN. Do that shit in America and they’ll slap a sex offender charge on your ass just for jacking off in your cell and OFFICIALLY ruin your life forever. And yes, even sex offenders deserve a second chance in life! And look at their crime and recidivism rates (NONE of you racist mfs chime in about the immigration issue…).

My belief is that you have to HELP people like me, my ex, and my other deranged ass friends. Look at HOW and WHY we got to that point, and FIX IT so that the chances of it happening again are LESS. Not doing so only FUELS HUMAN SUFFERING MORE. Okay, let’s say they let child killer here out of jail after all of that shit, they didn’t help me for shit afterwards and y’all SAW THAT. Now imagine if I had snapped again and actually blew up a fucking orphanage in Kentucky or some shit. Who is to BLAME for that, other than the people who knew it happened, did nothing about it, and let it happen again? If your child gets molested by the known pedophile across the street who is on the SOR already, who do you blame for letting that guy back out of prison without ACTUALLY addressing why he did what he did? Even pedophiles need support groups, because let’s face it: NOBODY is out here “slaughtering pedophiles” in troves as people like to think. It’s all just about feeling morally superior in any small way, and it doesn’t get any worse in society than hurting a child somehow. So, why not make sure that Chester the Molester gets mandatory TREATMENT and COUNSELING and UNDERSTANDING of pedophilia, which is, yes, a mental disorder listed in the DSM-5 and therefore worthy of adequate understanding and treatment as any other mental condition.

Probation is another thing that needs reform. But i already rambled enough and i gotta actually answer that other anon who sent that ask in the first place, because they want my opinion on two other things lmao. Thanks for asking me about this, I enjoyed explaining it!

[neminomnom]

Cars I think arcane characters would have

Send me requests I beg 🙏🙏🙏

includes: Viktor, Jayce, mel, Caitlyn, Ekko, Felicia, Vi, jinx and isha :)

Viktor

- Viktor would have a Toyota Camry or something very similar, it would be dark grey with a bunch of scratches on near the bottom of it.

- Viktor would keep his car very clean, in the glove box he would keep a bunch of old CDs he’s never even touched.

- has so many air fresheners on the rear view mirror that havnt been taken off in about a year, his car smells like a mix of lavender and that old musty smell.

Jayce

- oh he would definitely have some big, electric car, like a Volvo EX90, that thing would be SPOTLESS inside and out, not a speck of dust out of place.

-Jayces Volvo is in the colour ‘sand dune’ and probably has a custom number plate saying T4L1S or something along those lines

- The inside of the car is pretty clean, he doesn’t keep much things inside of it, but he does have a photo of him and Ximena stuck onto the edge of his dashboard.

Mel

- I feel like mel would have two cars, one being a Bugatti mistral in the colour of black, and the other being a Land Rover defender, she likes the look of the Bugatti and how clean they look, but she also loves the space in the defender.

- the Bugatti is a show car, she uses the defender 110 to get around, it’s in the colour ‘Gondwana stone’ and has a bunch of the accessory packs to go with it.

- that car smells DIVINE, you could not shower for a year, go to sit in that car for five minutes and come out smelling like the world luxury.

Caitlyn

- Caitlyn would have a Mercedes-benz AMG G 63 in black, her car would look incredibly clean on the outside, but on the inside not so much, sure it was clean, but there were a few bits of paper on the floor of the car, Caitlyn hates it and tries to clean it a lot, but it still gets messy

- She doesn’t let people eat or drink In her car, she doesn’t want people to stain the leather seats or get crumbs in the little corners of them.

- she keeps gum in the cup holders and offers it to anyone who gets in.

Ekko

- you could be stuck in traffic for hours then see him filtering on his racing bike, that thing can go fastttt, He would have a Kawasaki ninja H2R.

- him and jinx would have spent ages decorating decorated his helmet and gear thingys with spray paint, he would also have some cool car stickers on the sides of the bike, or the firelight symbol.

-Ekko loves to race with other people, of course he wins, but he still enjoys it

- He would get a bunch of custom stuff done to it to make it stand out, like a custom exhaust, and during the Christmas season he wears a reindeer helmet cover

Felicia

- Felicia would have an old lady car, small but still a nice car, like a 2014 fiat 500 in white, there would be quite a few scratches and it would always be a bit lucky on the outside, not too dirty though.

-the inside of her car feels like the word home, it smells like warmth and she has so many Polaroid photos of her and people she loves on stuck onto her dashboard, there’s a few wrappers littered on the floor, but she doesn’t care that much.

- at 7 in the morning, you could hear her music playing in the car from the opposite side of the street.

Violet

- There’s two options, either a big monster truck what hasn’t been through a car wash since 1987 and has so many problems with its engine, or something like a 1990 bmw 325i, it’s seen better days but is still usable, and I’m going for the second one.

- the bmw sounds like it’s about to take off to space each time she starts it, and it bounces each time someone sits down in it, vi loves it though.

- this car has so many scratches on, the inside has a bit of damage, the seats having spill stains on, so she brought those seat cover things.

- You can tell that thing smells musty, no matter how many air fresheners Vi buys, the smell doesn’t go away.

Jinx

- you bet she has the funkiest car, like a hot pink Mini Cooper with go faster stripes all over it, she has a wrap of her monkey symbol on the roof of the car in a dark grey, still visible but not too noticeable.

-that thing looks like it’s been through wars, but the inside is even more chaotic, she had LED lights around the edges of the roof inside and so many trinkets on the dashboard.

- like mother like daughter, she also plays music so loud it can make you deaf at any time of the day, no matter the song you bet she’s blasting it.

- once tried to race Ekko in it and failed miserably.

Isha

- it isn’t a car, but she has a scooter and a skateboard, Isha and jinx made the scooter all bright and colourful, it has a bunch of things hanging off the handles.

- for the skateboard, that thing is hanging into its last limbs, the wheels keep on coming off and jinx always has to fix them, but Isha loves it too much and she doesn’t want to get rid of it.

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[urauntiefaye]

Maki+Daddy Kink🔞🌸

WC: 710 

TW: Hard thoughts at bottom, Daddy kink, talk of mental disorders, I switch between she/her and they/them honestly. That should honestly be it, if you're uncomfortable with Maki content that's okay, you don't have to read it just don't send hate. let me know I forgot anything!

A/N: SFW portion is a lot longer than NSFW portion btws guys. This is kind of sorta in correlation to my Maki with a Hyper Feminine GF, I realized I didn’t go too much into the daddy kink aspect to it, so I decided to elaborate a little bit more here!

*SFW* Outside of The Bed: Maki with a daddy kink is interesting to me, because it doesn’t only apply in the bedroom. Maki gives off vibes of wanting to take care of his girlfriend all the time, not only because he’s the maknae and everyone is always babying him. But more just because Maki honestly just gives off the vibes of being a caregiver, not like in a kinky or little space sense. I just noticed he really likes taking care of the other members, either if it’s cooking for them, or supporting them. It’s really heavy with Harua that I’ve noticed, and it could just be me. But Maki seems to not only just be a person who genuinely likes taking care of others, but especially others who have more of a submissive personality type(not in a sexual sense/can be but not what I meant in this context). 

He definitely gives off the type of boyfriend vibes who would order for you if you have social anxiety. The type who holds your hand in large crowds, the type to easily pick up if you’re getting anxious or over stimulated and asks you what’s wrong. I feel like Maki would be the perfect boyfriend for someone who is neurodivergent(ADHD, Autism, AuDHD, OCD ect). Or just someone who has mental health issues like anxiety, depression, bipolar, BPD ect. Because he just seems very patient and understanding, the type to take charge if you need him too. The type that can just easily read you, and helps you through whatever the issue is. 

Now I also just see him lowkey loving it that his girlfriend needs him, not like unhealthily dependent on him. But just look to him for help, and let him lead and take control. It’s not really that he needs to have control, more so just that it makes him feel good and happy knowing his significant other trusts him enough to let him take care of them and that they feel comfortable enough to let their guard down enough. Mostly because people who have those disorders like ADHD and Autism, and hell any of the ones I mentioned tend to mask a lot trying to fit into society so they don’t ‘slip’ up. And it can get really fucking exhausting, to the point to were they’re brain feels so full and just want to shut it off. Which helps when you have someone to lead you in a sense and just let you relax and not have to worry about anything (this is from personal experience and what I heard from friends). And Maki would take pride knowing his partner feels comfortable enough to not mask around him and just be themself. 

*NSFW* Inside of The Bed: Maki loves having you call him daddy. But not just that, he loves taking the lead and being the dominant one in the bedroom. Seeing how you trust him enough to do so is such a turn on for him, and he follows through 100%. Loves when you dress up in cute girly frilly clothes so much too, he just devours so much. Doesn’t matter if it’s soft sweet loving sex, or kinky rough sex. He wants you to call him daddy, maybe even has you wear a necklace with his name on it too just so people know who you belong to. Loves looking at the necklace while he fucks you, adjusts it when it falls past your neck. If you want something you have to address him as daddy and say please, if he’s not satisfied with the way you make your request he will have you repeat it until you get it right too. Can’t get enough how your eyes tear up and you’re whimpering out to him because it feels too good. Wipes your tears away while calling you cute too. Always makes you send photos of yourself in your outfits to him, if you get a new outfit? Send a photo, a new lingerie set? Send a photo AND a video. Just wants to fuck you so much that you forget all of your problems too. If you’re having a bad day, don’t worry cuz he’s here to fuck it out of you. 

[sweetestflow3rs]

Do Vanida and Whitney ever switch? What’s their sexual dynamic like?

ANON I WANT YOU TO KNOW I SPENT A LONG TIME THINKING ABOUT THIS- but yes, let me unlock my essay length explanation of their sexual dynamics

SO!! Whitney and Vanida's sexual dynamic is like... pretty set in stone, after dating for like almost 2-3 years since 2nd Year / Sophmore Year! While they had one or two sexually explicit encounters Freshman / 1st Year ( Whitney making Vanida suck her dick ), their sexual dynamic wasn't really established just yet. Since that time was just.... bully and the victim who kept trying to see the good in the bully LMAO

Even when they started 'dating' ( Whitney declaring them girlfriends but Vanida thinking Whitney is joking ), there were some tumbles around their sexual dynamic. I feel like Whitney kept wanting to explore and see more of Vanida's vulnerabilities like the night they got drunk and had sex, but Vanida was a shut & locked door; which made sex quick and not like... as passionate as it could be.

Vanida didn't really trust Whitney, so intimacy was often for show on her end and Whitney sensed that and it annoyed the HELL out of her.

I feel like after the 'Whitney points a gun at Bailey' is when their sexual dynamic starts forming more properly. Like, now, Vanida feels and knows now that she can trust Whitney and Whitney is like, a stable figure, that she is more willing to open herself sexually with Whitney which shifts their entire dynamic.

Which, I'm sure some can guess, their sexual dynamic often involves Whitney taking charge, being the one who is in a more dominant role when it comes to sex while Vanida often takes a submissive, almost needy side. ( Though only with Whitney ) Vanida, as someone who lies almost 24/7, keeping a mask on, always having to take control of her situations and everyone around her; the core of her sexual dynamic with Whitney is that she is able to let go and have someone else care to her needs. She doesn't need to put a front on, and can be whoever she wants to be, because she feels secure enough that Whitney loves her no matter what. And in turn, this a deep turn on for Whitney, who tried for so long to see what was under Vanida's skin and desired to see her vulnerable and open.

It is even MORE of a turn on for Whitney, knowing Vanida is only a true submissive with her. And the fact that like, Vanida fake moans with everyone else she has sex with ( more loud and giggly ) while she moans for real with Whitney ( more quiet, whimpering, breathy ).

Whitney likes having control in their dynamic, too, because it is an affirmation of Vanida's desire for only her; and satiates her possessive clinginess. She also sees how it makes Vanida feel better and brightens her day, so like!!! DOUBLE WIN!!

I feel like the only time they would switch dynamics where Vanida is in control in the bedroom, is if Vanida was like... particularly upset. Maybe someone trying to claim Whitney as theirs, or trying to put a claim on her. She'd take control, asking Whitney to either reassure her that she is theirs, or asking Whitney to say "I'm yours": which both, I imagine make Whitney lowkey giggly. Like WOW, you want me sooo bad ( she wants vani just as bad )

Though anon, if you mean penetration-wise? I don't think they'll switch that up LMAO

Maybe Vanida suggested it once, but I don't think Whitney would ever agree to that. Like yeah yeah, g-spot in the prostrate whatever, but she does NAWT like being reduced to a whimpery, crying mess. And Vanida is also lowkey against it too, because if Whitney's cum goes anywhere that isn't in her, or on her, she's going to get upset. ( Vanida is a 'remove condom' fiend, but it's okay she takes contraceptive pills )

WHICH!! THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RANT ANON, I HOPE I ANSWERED SUFFICENTLY!

which also, whitvani possessive in-game moment for you

[rahleeyah]

What are your thoughts about the "wake up, come back" speech given by Liv to Carisi in the latest episode. I could see she is worried about him but wasn't it insensitive? Is it a version of "get over it" or is she just missing her friend and it's an emotional outburst as a result of that? I always find your takes on Liv's behaviour and character motivation most refreshing, so would love to hear what you think?

I didn't watch the episode 🫣 but I did hear about this moment. It's a very insensitive thing to say but I kind of love Liv being insensitive to him. She shouldn't always say exactly the right thing - that's boring and inhuman. How exhausting to watch a character be perfect all the time. Who wants that? Not me. I want my characters messy and imperfect and interesting.

But I particularly like Liv being insensitive to him in this moment.

Liv who might be looking at him thinking he didn't even get hurt. Liv who might be looking at him thinking this fucking guy has no idea how lucky he is. Bc this guy, who has been through a trauma so like Liv in the townhouse (minus, of course, the threat of sexual violence to his own person, the slow tearing of clothing, the bloodying of his face, the physical vulnerability at the moment the shots rang out; not to turn it into a competition but if Liv did choose to make this a competition she's winning) this guy is safe, physically unharmed, and has the kind of emotional support system Liv could only dream about. He has the family she does dream about, and does not have. People are taking care of him. People are offering him aid and comfort. What did she get, post townhouse?

And what did she allow herself?

Seems to me that wake up is the kind of thing Liv would've been saying to herself a lot. Liv blames herself for Lewis, bc she froze and didn't shoot him, Liv holds herself to a higher standard, doesn't allow herself the luxury of healing the way she would a victim; what if she looks at Carisi, who was a cop just like her, who wasn't the one who got raped in that bodega, who got out of that situation physically unharmed, and thinks this guy oughta snap out of it. Thinks that he, like her, by virtue of having been a police officer, doesn't get the luxury of wallowing - I use that word bc I think that's the perspective she'd have on it, not bc I do - of wallowing in his feelings over this matter. What did she do post townhouse? She missed a lot of sleep and drank too much and stared at Noah all night long, and she also didn't let anyone see that happening until Tucker intervened on the booze. Through all her suffering she has tried to keep her suffering from rubbing off on other people. So what does she feel when she sees someone who isn't, maybe can't do that? Doesn't it make sense for her to feel the tiniest bit of contempt?

Post Lewis Liv was waspish and taking her feelings out on the victims, but she was told to pull her head in and she did, stepped back from her personal spiral and contained her emotional hurricane so that it wasn't blowing other people over anymore (even as it very much was still ripping her to shreds internally) and now she's telling that to Carisi who didn't even get drugged or burned or break a bone or anything, so I can understand her words having a little edge to them.

There is a possibility that the writers thought it was actually a useful thing to say. Maybe it is, I don't know. Spite and shame are powerful motivators; maybe saying words that could trigger either of those emotions in Carisi would help him move forward, as unkind as it feels. Probably we're thinking about this harder than they are.

But I find that if I think about this hard enough, I like it for her.

[caffinedragon]

I have two main rooks and technically a third but he is attached to a whole chronicle I have so i will just use my two current play through rooks i am bouncing back and forth between.

Rook 1 Dante Ingelvar Mournwatcher Warrior who has some magic but ability but chooses to fight as a warrior instead.

His weird thing ties into one of the main things he uses his magic for.

His eyes.

His eyes literally look like the eyes of a crow, black scelera with bright green eyes. It is guessed that his eyes have something to do with the fact that he was found surrounded by various corvid species of birds when they found him at the foot of a grave with the Rook chess piece carved into it, hence the nickname.

From a young age he had a particular way with spirits, often singing to them like Davrin once sang to Halla and had been able to give these spirits bodies through the dead corvids he would often find around the Necropolis.

This ultimately cultivated in a mass murder of Corvid birds, possessed by spirits that he used like security cameras to help around the Necropolis. While he is seeing through their eyes, his green irises will glow with Veilfire, matching whichever of his feathery friends whose eyes he is looking through.

This particular ability was how he first meets Emmerich around ten years old when he is essentially dumped on the Necropolis door step and gets lost trying to figure out where he is supposed to go. Thanks to his first spirit crow friend Sera and her family, they are able to locate him before he freezes to death.

This ability often makes many of the nobles that frequent the Necropolis nervous because the birds see all and many don't want others to know why they are there in the middle of the night. This has caused many to try and petition to forbid the birds from being there but due to the strange and paranoid nature of the request, it is often ignored.

And as Dante got older and became an official Mournwatcher, he often used that information to silence uppity nobility when they tried to dictate to him how to do his job.

Rook 2 Dragona de Riva, to most but those who are closest to him, it is rumored that they are a Crow that can not be snuck up on, that can turn invisible, that soemhow always know exactly where to be and when and often knows things that they shouldn't as if they can read minds.

In truth, despite being a mage, cant do any of the above the rumors mentioned, but the black bone ring they wear on their right middle finger can.

Despite the fact that they look as if someone tore them apart and put them back together slightly wrong. most are more sacred of what they know and how easily they could take them out then the scars and mismatched tone of their skin.

Only Lucanis and Catarina know about the ring, the only item they had been able to keep after the death of thier mothers, simply because it always returned to them no matter who stole it and if it was shattered upon the ground, it always seemed to return to thier finger, whole and untouched by the breaking.

When they spin it around, it allows them to hear, sense, and track everyone up to a 1/4 of a mile radius and know what they are doing and why.

This has allowed them to be one of the best Crows of his previous house and made it infinatly easyier to protect themselves from thpse who would want to harm them or those they cared about.

The ring helped them protect the De Riva haouse form his previous one on more than one occasion, and warned them whenever a Antaam raid on the Casino was immenent, allowing them to keep one step ahead.

It garnered them the name "The River Dragon" off of a local fairy tale of a dragon that could see the future if one found the river cave it nested in.

(The ring is inspired/borrowed from an artifact found in the podcast The Old Gods of Appalchia which i highly suggest if you are interested in some Southern Gothic Supernatural horror.}

Good (looks at clock) afternoon everyone!

Hey tell me like… a WEIRD thing about your Rook

Like not their job or books they like or food

Something they do or about them that’s kind of strange and/or off-putting lol

[priceofreedom]

#Elmyra approving of Zack makes me so happy 😭 FF7 Rebirth 20 / ?

[itspileofgoodthings]

i love my counselor because she refuses to pry. don’t even know if she knows that’s an option, I have so rarely met a person who stays so thoroughly in her lane.

[quietwingsinthesky]

the amount of time i spend thinking about Even carrying the metacrisis doctor’s fob watch is really quite disproportionate to how much ive fleshed out that part of the story in my head

[sealeneee]

siiiiiiigh