#sorry TM ! tumblr ate the ask!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I can kind of see why Hyrule reads as imperialistic to you in totk, but why do they read white? Sonia is brown and rauru is a black goat. What makes the difference between them and Ganondorf so bad?

Hey, thanks for the ask!

So... I have an answer, and it's kind of in layers. So I hope it's fine if I kind of go on Journey TM where I figure out my own feelings on the topic alongside you, the person reading! It's long! Kind of meandery! Sorry!!

Also, I had written a great version of this reply to this ask that Tumblr fucking ate and I'm furious about it, so this version is slightly more annoyed as a baseline because of Tumblr and not the ask itself. But I got stubborn and decided I would rewrite the whole thing tonight. So.

Here we go.

Layer One: My Basic and Unfiltered Gut Reaction

My first, potentially unwarranted gut-level reaction would be: I kind of think it's a stretch to consider them POC-coded. Sonia gives me more tanned Ariana Grande vibes than anything else, but that's... I mean, I'm aware that there are brown people with lushious blonde hair and blue eyes out there, that race as USA-infused Internet understands it is Complicated (I'm half-brazilian, and even though I'm very very white and don't consider myself biracial but bicultural, I had people discussing my ethnicity to my face a non-zero amounts of time, including quite recently, including in my own family! so I super get that it's more complicated than what I make it out to be here). But given vibes don't count as an argument, I completely get + accept if that reading on her ethicity is therefore dismissed. She could very well be brown. Fine by me.

(so, I feel like I have to add this borderline-conspiratory reason why I'm suspicious of her skin color being considered a factor here, which can 100% be dismissed but I still want to bring it to the table: I've been to several meetings and heard about many instances where "diverse traits" are being handed over to characters with the explicit purpose of using that diversity as shields against deeper criticisms of core aspects of the storytelling instead of fixing the storytelling itself, and honestly it could very well be the case here. I really hope it's just the team thinking Sonia would be prettier with a darker skin tone, because her design is genuinely lovely and I really like it, wish she didn't die like immediately and had a character arc of her own, but. Imagine the kneeling scene with two very white ladies and everything else, etc. It might be overly paranoid of me, but I can't help but squint a little bit in this specific instance, especially since the biracial trait here is so toned-down that it's barely there and barely committed to anything. Which would also make a good argument against this suspicion too tbh! Anyway. Just wanted to bring that up so you get the whole picture of where my brain is at.)

Rauru... Okay. Here's the thing: I can't unsee The Rauru. The original one I mean (and his Skyward Sword Gaebora counterpart), aka: the White Patriarch of all times.

(this has nothing to do with anything but Link's little recoil animation here is so funny to me, like he looks so shocked and his nose is so pointy)

I do think that removing the origins of this character from his DNA for TotK is kind of overly convenient when discussing this iteration, especially when his role in this game is basically a mixture of OoT Rauru and the Unnamed King of Hyrule (and every king of Hyrule that came after). I mean, okay sure maybe the Unnamed, Unseen King of Hyrule wasn't white but... it's obviously not true, right? And while I understand this is a different iteration of that character, many characters in the series maintain their base ethnicity across different reimaginings (even Blue Pig Ganon remains a gerudo at heart post OoT, at least in the way we keep on understanding him). And beyond this, given the fact that Rauru retains this energy of a Founding Father (in the largest possible sense), I feel that, at the very least, that patriarchal energy is extremely important to his character to a core degree.

But even so, yes. Rauru is now indeed a Goat Man. Not only is he a Goat Man, but he dresses in ways that are very inspired by mesoamerican cultures; undeniably so. So that would make him at least mesoamerican-coded, right?

I mean... I guess? I guess. Sure. But. I have now to introduce the Layer 2 of my argumentation, which is that...

Layer Two: Zonai Culture is Hylian Coded

So. Pretty bold claim I know. Let me explain.

Now I certainly do not want to say that mesoamerican civilizations are not *everywhere* in the aesthetic inspiration for the zonai culture in Tears of the Kingdom; I'm sure these real life references are overflooding the moodboards, from the color palet to the symbols to the artstyle, the costumes and the buildings. It's the main way the game communicates zonai-ness to us the player. And it's great! I wish they had went even harder in that direction (I think there's even pretty dramatic differences between the zonai ruins on the surface, much more interesting imo, than what was done with the actual zonai architecture at its peak).

But now, I will ask a question that I asked myself often while playing. What is zonai culture, beyond the feathers and the indented patterns and the swirls and the dangly bits? What characterizes it? I would say that zonai civilization is primarily interested in automation, technology, mining to develop said technology, and things that float in the sky. Beyond this, and from the limited perspective the game gives us through Rauru and Mineru, we see a society ruled by a patriarch (neutral term, it is just patriarchal in nature), married to a woman who is a priestess and doesn't seem to hold an equal amount of power (she doesn't speak as much, seems content to handle the religious side of things), who values collaboration and engineering prowesses, has an army, servants, robot servants, administrates other races through, to be docile and go the game's way, collaborativeness... It's Hyrule. It's just Hyrule, except older and with a different paintjob; but at heart, the style of society upheld by Rauru is very (eerily?) similar to what we get to know in the TotK/BotW era. Actually, this version of Hyrule seems extraordinarily similar to the Hyrule we get to see in BotW pre-Calamity: replace the zonai technology with the sheikah's, and what's the difference --except that this later version of Hyrule isn't trying to pass itself off as perfect? Zelda doesn't experience any kind of culture shock. Even the language seems to be basically the same. It is Hyrule, because it is. It's the origins of the kingdom. This is the whole point of the zonais: being that familiar thing that we know and love, except more pristine and more glorious and more mysterious so we can be sad when it gets destroyed.

So is it aesthetically inspired by mesoamerican cultures? Yes. Does it evoke specific details about said culture? The way politics and religion interconnect perhaps (unless we consider Rauru coming from the gods as such, but it's nooot super specific and not really elaborated upon)? What that culture valued, or what we assume it once valued? Cultural shortcuts we tend to make with these cultures, for better or for worse? I may be extremely uncultured here, and if that's the case I apologize, but I never really saw any of the aspects highlighted as the core pillars of the zonais commonly associated with either mesoamerican ancient civilizations, or current living native decendants of these civilizations. The biggest connexion or shortcut I see is the "mysterious ancient advanced civilization", which is pretty vague and was honestly more convincing in BotW.

Then of course, it doesn't invalidate that connection. But now, as a point of comparaison, to see what happens when Zelda takes active steps in coding one of their fantasy races... Let's take a look at the gerudos, shall we?

(Urbosa appreciation break. She's just so freakin cool look at her goooo!!! okay now we can keep going.)

I have said my whole spiel about the gerudos about a bajillion times now so I will try to make it quick. My tl;dr is: gerudos were always meant to be culturally disruptive. It's their whole point in the Zelda series. I won't rehash the whole thing about the crescent moon, the orientalism etc, but I think it's important to remember that they are meant to be considered foreign in a way no other Zelda race ever is. What I mean by this is, if we return to OoT: they are the only race hostile to Hyrule enough to not only consider and carry out an invasion, but to forbid entrance to their territory if you are not one of them. They have a different (apparenly evil-looking) god and their ears are rounded when everyone else is some sort of elf, their script is different, their cultural values are different, it's a weird semi-matriarchy where the man-king's occasional patriarchy has a very different social role than the king of Hyrule even if we don't get to see all the details... Won't return on the thievery and the 90s islamophobic kick of that time period, but the gerudos were very obviously crafted to be culturally deviant to the Hylian norm; their difference so great that getting accepted by them is an actual fighting and infiltration challenge. And even though they are much friendlier in TotK/BotW, they are still, by far the most innaccessible and different race out of all the rooster of, and it's worth mentioning, fish-people, bird-people and rock-people. They are the only one with their own language, their own strict rules that oppose your freedom as a player, a series of side-quests that directly address the subject of culture clash and differences; and, even then, they still parallel the real life western fantasy about the Orient TM (even more-so in TotK I would say, which I didn't love): the locked-in harem foreign men are forbidden to enter. This core idea is so entrenched that it becomes gameplay.

When it comes to Ganondorf, the parallel remains, more present than ever: in that game he gets to embody the foreign, cruel, brutal, cunning, manipulative, uncomfortably feminine at times, envious, physically intimidating, oppressive Man of the Desert in a long tradition of Men from the Desert and the rich legacy of literature and movies that portray them. It's not new to TotK, to be very clear: but TotK did double-down on the trope at the cost of Ganondorf's specificity as a character instead of questioning the trope that birthed him the way the series had tried to do in the past (even TP wasn't that bad, doing away with a lot of the baggage altogether --for better and for worse).

So to me... saying that zonais are mesoamerican-coded, in a world where we simply do not actively interact with these cultures all that much anymore (not at all to minimize the very real oppression of their descendants and the extreme and sickening violence their ancestors were met with to be extremely clear --I'm just saying that the violence wouldn't have worldwide cultural resonance in the same way and I don't think would have much reality in Japan unless, again, I'm saying dumb things and in that case please do correct me), or the extremely mild and non-invested way Zelda handled these cultures (to me it's much more costume than coding), positively too (good!), and comparing them to the active coding of the gerudos (and especially Ganondorf) as a means to equalize them as "basically the same thing" feels... a little off to me.

But! Now we're getting to the last layer!!

(you have no idea how long I searched for this gif, I typed "Ganondorf kneeling" in the gif search, like a fool, and parsed through much, much horniness to finally find my little dude anyway layer 3!!!)

Layer Three: It Isn't What Actually Matters Now Is It (at least according to me, the person writing this post)

Honestly, I don't really care whether Rauru and Sonia are white-coded or not. They could be, they could not be, cool by me either way. I don't really care if the zonai culture is meant to stand-in for mesoamerican cultures for Real for Sure or not, and heavily doubt it was done to increase diversity (otherwise Rauru wouldn't be, like, a Goat-Man but just a brown man). I do appreciate the visual diversity of the cast of NPCs, that hylians can look like a whole number of people and it's really cool Hyrule is moving into that direction instead of being very typecast into a sort of Japanese-ish representation of western middle ages/fantasy/fairy tale thing.

But at heart, what bothers me between this whole dynamic has less to do with whom is coded as whom than the fact that this game twisted itself into knots to tell a very suspiciously clean story about its complicated world and complicated history, and I feel like it's completely fine to ask for more than the bare minimum of visual representation and question the way these characters get to interact with each other and how their real life struggles are meaningfully talked about in the worlds Nintendo spend millions crafting? Sometimes, what they do is already great! Sometimes it's half-great! Most of the time, it could be so much better --especially when some of these subjects have been talked about to death for over 25 years (sorry to beat that dead horse one more time btw)

At the end of the day, the story itself is strange for many reasons. The power dynamic between the characters is attempting to be several things at once; maybe it's not on purpose, but either way, the world TotK paints is a strange one that only holds itself together if we accept to take it at face value. Which we don't have to.

And to me, TotK felt particularly shallow in that specific department of representation due to the whole... Imperialist Vibes thing (the other ask about this is queue'd, it's coming!), which nullified a lot of these efforts for me. It's not only about who's represented, but how they are represented as well, and, very importantly, why.

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tumblr ate our response ask so tldr im walk of shaming tony 👍🏽 -@polisheddd

I did nothing. -TM

‘cept his dad -crow

CROW SHUT UP!!!! -@polisheddd

Ahhhh, I see.... I wish ya all luck for that! -Tangerine

This man has no idea what he's talkin' about, sorry bout him. -Lemon

[leafweaverryn]

Okay I might as well toss the wildcard: Luka and Marc

hi hi hi! i tried to answer this once, but tumblr ate it. sorry. TwT

wild card received and played face up in attack position!

yes, i ship lukarc

What made you ship it?

well, you mostly lol it's one of those ships i hadn't really thought about before, but the more i think about it, the more i like it and would be more on board for content-wise

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

like i imagine a lot of coziness with this ship. lazy afternoons spent doing each other's nails, shopping at thrift stores and Hot Topic, or in each other's laps bouncing off ideas for song lyrics and prose-in-verse. they're both very Gender(tm) and have a lot of potential as both a soft ship and a chaotic one.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

yeah, there's not enough content lol i can't really think of a controversial opinion or unpopular one. i guess i like it more than marcnath, which could be considered an unpopular opinion

thanks for the ask! 💚

[askthebrokenones-fm]

//Hey if we rp again? I wanna practice rping as I delete lots of non-HM posts and keep rp posts and HM posts. Also wanna draw ya something super that I saw on Instagram. Another thing for Hannhson's height: When it comes to small people she's taller than them but if taller people she's short. Sorry for long off topic there. Lol.

Hannhson was busying tending to her dead butterfly bush that died so many years for butterflies to come to the bush having plant dirt, seeds, and water to keep them strong and healthy, "There! Hopefully no one will destory you or set you ablaze from long ago!" Hannhson grinned.Then she heard a giggle from beside her she saw Sinclair," Yes?" She blinked her ghostly green eyes at him she saw him pointing his finger at her.

"What are you doing?" She holded her arms but she realized he started to make fun of her height, "Yes... I'm short!Ezra does the same thing but does it more annoyingly I once turned him into an chair!" She told him glaring at him. "Stop that plz!" She hissed flashing her cat at him but Sinclair continue to make fun of her height.

Then she saw Engore appear, "Please take care of you're clone of Ezra plz!" She frowned.

Sinclair stopped at that, stuttering, "I-! I really don't get why you guys say I'm a clone of Ezra, you'd be more correct if you compared your Ezra to ours-"

Egore sighed, folding his arms behind himself and approaching, "'M not in charge o' Sinclair's habits, Hannhson." He looked up at Sinclair, "Really tho', Sinclair..."

[azaleablueme]

So @trademarkblue send me an ask for the writer's game, and accepting a call while I was answering it vanished it from my inbox??? Grrr..tumblr...

Anyways, thankfully I remember it and here it is. Also, since she didn't mention any specific fic, I'm going to assume it's for an unpublished, multichap Romione fic that I'm very excited about. The fic is Stranger Stranger.

⚡- What inspired your wip?

I've always loved the idea of complex plots. This particular fic is waiting to be done for around 2 yrs now. I was tinkering with the idea of what if Ron died during the Battle? Perhaps it came to me while I was writing some specific chapters for ISoH. I began wondering how it would impact Hermione and that's how the whole fic took shape. There will be a lot of angst and mystery- my fav genres, and a lot of pinning and doubts.

🌞-Give five word summary of your wip.

(Honestly though, five? Why five? Let me tell you, this will make zero sense.)

Her heart knew the truth.

👁what seven words best describe your wip's aesthetic?

old newspapers, trees, photoframe, teacups, hands and a potion cauldron

Thanks for playing, TM! Loved it and love you! 💕

[vacantgodling]

I'm new here, apologies if this has been said before, but I'm very curious -

Has Darren always known he was a half-vampire or is this reveal you mention a surprise for him? If so, how does he react??

How else does being a half-vampire affect him other than heightened senses?

I love this kinda thing so I'm super interested!

omg you’re totally fine! hi thanks for asking! i also wanna preface this with i apologize for not answering this before? tumblr literally ate this ask but i happened to be on my browser and i saw this sitting here and i was like omg ??? so ig i don’t want you to think i was ignoring you tumblr is just dumb 😭

anyway tho! the reveal is actually a surprise to him bc a lot of the stuff that could be considered or are related to him being a half vampire he was able to write off as him just being slightly odd. for instance, bc darren is only a half vampire his taste buds are a bit wonky (bc they’re acclimated to consume life force, blood or otherwise) — this just essentially leads him to being unable to taste certain things. mac & cheese is something he can’t taste for instance lol. it’s very random which things half vampires can/can’t taste so he always just assumed he had a weird allergy or maybe he just didn’t like certain foods or something (with any of the foods he has a hard time tasting lol). or, he’s kinda sensitive to direct sunlight but he just assumes he sunburns bad lmaoooo.

so he’s very much like “haha quit playing! … oh wait you’re serious.” when he finds out. he meets it with a LOOOOOT of skepticism and still kind of thinks it’s all bs until he experiences blood lust for the first time LMAO (that’s a time pfff).

in terms of his powers and abilities overall tho, he and other half-vampires (and speaking of bloodlings specifically here bc there are different “variants” of vampires in this universe and i’ll post about that eventually fjdjdjdj)

have a longer lifespan that is/can be affected by the life force they consume.

they can ingest poisons through blood so they’re basically antidotes if they suck your blood (though half-vampires tend to get stomachaches if a poison is too strong but it won’t kill them. full vamps aren’t affected by this at all)

depending on the type of life force they consume they can take on different attributes, which is something that is important to said story tm. but basically what this means is that bloodlings feed off of sentience to an extent— animals occasionally but humans mostly. however they don’t have to just consume blood and kill you. they can also consume different aspects of someone if they have the intention. full-bloodlings can control that intention— if they want your blonde hair they can have it, if they want your intelligence they can have it, if they want you to die bc they sucked you dry well then uh fuck you ig. but half-vampires can’t really choose so they kind of default to physical characteristics. human blood won’t do anything to them but if they suck the blood of a bird they can grow feathers even wings, if they suck the blood of a different vampire variant that can also affect them. the caveat to this is while some affects can persist over time, usually most physical changes go away once your body finishes digesting the blood. so your feathers would molt after your body finishes digesting bird blood lmao.

generally half vampires have sharper senses bc they are apex predators tm lol. enhanced hearing, speed, durability, strength, are par for the course. how strong you are can vary but it’s definitely more than the average person. in darren’s case, he’s a couch potato and his dad (the human parent) works out. darren can still lift the same amount as his father without trying lmao,,, if he were to work out it’d just increase his threshold lol.

SO!! i hope all of that answers your question, again i’m sorry for not getting back to you sooner 🥲 but if you have any more q’s hit me :’)

[teamconductors]

Now the question is: would Ingo and Emmet still enter the monster house regardless? We know they know what orbs do so when they get/keep/bring the right orbs, they can decimate the whole house. cough Petrify Orb cough Foe-Fear Orb cough Foe-Hold Orb cough Foe-Seal Orb cough Slumber Orb cough Spurn Orb cough Totter Orb cough Warp Orb cough cough hack

Also I'm not sure if Tumblr ate up this ask so sorry if you see this ask twice.

Emmet has definitely charged into monster houses for TMs. It has nearly made them faint at least once, but it's fine, don't worry about it

[hopelesshawks]

This is the person who did the paint request, I just wanted to add that you can do as many of the characters as you want (obviously). And I would like for the characters and their S/O to be in their 20s or smt

Tumblr ate my draft of this for some reason 💀 but SUMMARY basically this is how Tendou, Iwaizumi, Bakugo, and Hawks would react to walking in on reader painting themselves

I can’t remember if these were headcanons but considering the number of characters I’ll assume so 😅 sorry if there were more specifics you requested that I couldn’t get too. All I could remember from the original were the very basics like the characters and that it wasn’t like a tiny cute amount it was like an absurd amount of paint. Anyway hope you enjoy!

Tendou

Fully joins you without hesitation

Like literally no questions asked

Actually just kidding he has one question and it’s ‘Why the fuck didn’t you invite me?’

Both of you make an absolute mess but it’s an amazing time

I feel like he’s haphazard about it when he paints himself, quickly covering his long limbs

Once he’s got himself covered though I think he’d turn to help you and he’d be gentle about it, staring at you with heart eyes the whole time

Iwaizumi

Is Concerned(tm)

Asks what you’re doing very cautiously and proceeds depending on your answer

If it’s a comfort thing he won’t question it any further

Will sit down across from you and ask if you want help

It’s cool if you don’t he’ll just vibe with you so you have a buddy when you do it

If it’s not a comfort thing and it’s more a just “idk man the intrusive thoughts won” thing then he’s judging

Like in a loving way

But definitely judging

Still supports you though even if he’s Very Confused

Bakugo

So done

Literally deadass stops in the doorway, has to process like his brain is running on dial up, and then squeezes the bridge of his nose

“The fuck are you doin’ dumbass?” but with absolutely zero bite to it

Bitches about the mess you’re making but if you even so much as suggest you’ll clean it up yourself he’ll get personally offended

Grouchy but secretly thinks it’s adorable

Is content to watch you do your thing but don’t expect him to join you and start painting himself as well

(Unless you give him puppy dog eyes, the complete and utter simp)

Hawks

Stares at you like a stalker from the doorway or window for like 30 minutes before you notice him

Is completely unrepentant if you call him creepy for it

Just will waggle his eyebrows at you and make some quip about being too hot to be a stalker or something equally inane

Insufferable(tm)

Another one who will adjust his reaction based on why you’re doing it

Gets real gentle if it’s a comfort thing, continues to be a gremlin if it’s not

Will sit across from you and watch with hearts in his eyes like the disgusting simp he is

If you try to catch him off guard and paint him he’ll absolutely catch you before you can

Will offer to let you paint him too but only for a price

A kiss, the price is a kiss and he absolutely will secretly get flustered if you actually agree

[carpisuns]

(2/2 anon who wrote abt TMSIDK ik you didn't put it down bc OP wanted pure humor fics and TMSIDK is obviously a deep masterpiece that can be extremely emotional at times, i just wanted to compliment your humor, i just realized that it could've come off the wrong way haha!)

hmm i didn't get a part 1 to this ask—i guess tumblr ate it? lol. sorry about that

i assume this is about the fic recs list i made for mari-monsta? i didn't put tms down bc i don't include my own work on fic rec lists haha but thank you so much! 🥺tms has a lot of angst and hurt/comfort and romance and other stuff but i really tried to balance it all with fluff and humor and i'm really glad you liked that! the chat chapters in particular were always a lot of fun for me to write :D i love getting to clown unrestrained lol

[thisbluespirit]

6, 8, 18 for the ship asks pleaseee (any fandom) and I hope you feel better soon

Thank you! <3

6. Favourite f/f ship

In shocking thisbluespirit-does-actually-watch-things-made-this-century answer, Swan Queen! (aka Emma Swan/Regina Mills from OUaT). I don't always know how I ship it, because I awkwardly also enjoy Captain Swan and like canon (possibly not allowed??), and canon does not have a lot of wiggle room for them, other than foe-yay-ly, but it gives me All the Feels (TM). (I mostly resort to mime and squeaking to express them, not translatable over the internet.)

In more properly ancient telly answers, Mina/Lucy from Dracula (ITV 1968), who totally have the first Brit TV f/f kiss, as we've now totally proved scientifically. *coughs* *shifty eyes* I love the bit where Lucy seduces Mina a ridiculous amount.

8.Most fluffy ship

I'm very mild and gen but not all that fluffy when I ship (a great handicap in current fandom, alas), so I checked my AO3 works and aside from me having a weird definition of fluff some days, it coughed up Ben/Polly from Doctor Who, and this seems accurate.

(I also write fluff ficlets for Eight/Charley, but I don't think they are really a fluffy ship in the same way that I think Ben/Polly actually are.)

18.Guilty pleasure ship

None, maybe, or lots? I don't take my fannish activities and especially not shipping too seriously in general (although I do have a couple of die-hard OTPs and OT3s), so I'm not going to worry too much about fictional things I may or may not ship sometimes fanfictionally.

I do feel vaguely guilty sometimes because most of my ships are from old telly and mostly het, and, um, sorry? I keep watching elderly telly and my preferences tend to run het-wards, although by no means exclusively.

So, probably any ship from things like The Power Game and Manhunt would count, because everybody is the most problematic ever, especially in TPG.

Or that bit where I genuinely do ship those two Generals in Enemy at the Door and wrote very dark fic about it and I still don't know how I feel about myself, but I had to do it, okay! (aka: James Maxwell is so DOOMED <3<3<3.)

I have a thing for age difference ships, which I think tumblr would like me to feel guilty about, but I don't, although I am kind of amused/slightly embarrassed at my former teenage self, who was totally into it even including those dodgy Victorian ships where the father's friend brings up the daughter as their ward and then marries them once they reach 21. Ate them up with a spoon every time! (Adult!me is more side-eyeing of this, but at the same recognises that teen!me a) thought imagining dating any boys her own age was a nightmare, and up to about 18, fair, totally fair, and also b) like the iddy bit was the obv cool older hot guy being all NO YOU MUST MARRY SOMEONE YOUNGER I AM NOT WORTHY, YOU MUST NOT THROW AWAY YOURSELF ON ME. And Victorian Young Girl being I AM SO GOING TO, YOU CAN'T STOP ME, I WON'T LEAVE YOU. And my id remains is into that! Just with less of the actual adopted ward bit now I'm older. I still hate the ones where they really do go away and marry some boring younger dude, though. What a let down. :lol:)

okay, that was a ramble, sorry. Short answer: I judge myself a lot for my old telly fandom life choices, but I am supportive of my teen self's love of problematic 19thC/early 20th C lit. (You go, teen!self! You can worry about it later. ;-p)

Send me a no.: list here.

[cass-y0inks]

Papa Dick and Babynette

Sorry for the late update and I’m also sorry if this part isn’t as good as the others. I’m kind of coming down with writers block. Btw in a few more chapters I would like to introduce a mama figure for Mari but I’m having trouble deciding. Two people who have been shown to be in a relationship with Dick most time is Koriand’r/Starfire and Barbara/batgirl, but I am open to more suggestions (but I’m also open to ‘dad’ suggestions). So please help me choose, either send me an ask or comment on this part. I will keep count. Anyways, Enjoy 😊

After a short seconds Bruce turned away from them and looked back down at his granddaughter, she had finished her formula so he stood up from the couch, placed the baby bottle in the sink and headed towards Dick’s room. While he was walking it was fast to realize that Marinette was a very energetic baby. It was a bit challenging keeping her in his arms, they were almost to her papa’s door so maybe she’d could crawl her way there. He put her and she made her way to his door, she gently pushed it open and and made her way to the bed.

Bruce helped her get on the bed to her papa, he gently picked her up and placed her a couple feet away from Dick. She slowly made her way closer to him and laid next to him. He must have felt her in some way because he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to were he was. A minute later he opened his eyes and she was staring at his, Bruce had already left since he knew Dick was already waking up. It took him about 5 minutes to properly get out of bed and change himself and his daughter.

He changed into a navy blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Over it he wore a black leather jacket that had a hood attached to the back of it. He also wore denim jean pants that were ripped at the knees, his shoes were plain white. He changed Marinette into a navy blue shirt and white overalls with a pastel colored floral pattern on it. Her shoes were pink and when hit with the right light it showed the holographic design. Sure he was a fashion disaster but he would at least put more effort for his little girl.

Once they were dressed up he picked her up and placed her on his hips and made his way to the kitchen were his brothers, Bruce, and Alfred were waiting. They were all eating their breakfast and there was already a plate waiting for him, thanks Alfred! Bruce already explained what had happened so everything was cleared up for the most part. He sat down on his chair while she sat down on his lap and ate her baby food. Nothing was really planned out for today, Bruce had told them that he would not head over to the office unless it was absolutely necessary for him to be there, he wanted his granddaughter time. Maybe just have a nice family outing for once.

They sat down on the couch while they decided on what to do that day. All of them agreed that if they were going to go out, they should try their best to make sure that they a bit unrecognizable, especially Dick. He didn’t exactly want people to know about her yet. The amusement park was a few blocks away maybe they could have some fun there. Tim, Jason, Bruce, and Alfred all wore clothes that were in the way back of their closet that they didn’t really wear anymore and put on a pair or sunglasses to cover their eyes. Dick fixed his hair to one side and put on a pair of sunglasses as well.

They headed out for that after Dick had packed up on baby supplies for Mari. They walked all the way to the park taking turns carrying Mari. Out of all of them the two people who she stayed the most calm were her papa and of course her great grandpa Alfred, who unsurprisingly was great with kids. Once they entered the park they were blasted with all sorts of booths. Ring toss, “how strong are you”, ticket booths for the fun house, and others that were just covered in stuffed animals. One in prize in particular chaught Mari’s eye. It looked like a small Nightwing plushie.

After she set her eyes on it she pointed directly at the booth and tried pull her papa towards it. He got the message and followed were she was pointing at. The moment he took her there she guided him to the plushie. He didn’t know if he could possibly love her more than he already did. After a few tries he finally won her the prize she wanted, Tim handed her back to him and shortly after he was holding her, he gave him the prize which she hugged it as tightly as she could, it warmed his heart.

For the rest of the time she did not let go of the toy, they had won many more of course but the one her papa got her was still her favorite out of all the bunch. It was getting very late and Mari was already getting tired, so they headed home. Everything seemed peaceful, joyful, and calm....but that couldn’t last long.

The were a couple block away when they was people running the opposite way that they were headed. Screams all over filled their ears. Suddenly smoke covered the streets, you could hardly make out a figure. Dick quickly covered his daughter with his jacket, she was shivering from fear, and it enraged him. Something had enough force to push them back and onto the solid concrete. He heard laughter a few streets away.

“Ahhh, new city, new chaos. Don’t you think? HAHAHA!!”

Again I sorry I didn’t like this part but here it is. And please vote or leave a few suggestions, I need help. Btw I might post a one-shot that I wrote based on this au, basically papa Dick and baby Marinette, it fluffy I’m fluffy. I’m going to tag the current tumblrs I’m tagging at the moment. Also I’m sorry to the last few people that I couldn’t tag, I am unable to tag you, I will see what I can do. Until further notice the tag list it closed, I’m sorry. Until then, ADIOS!!

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[empyreanwritings]

I know I sent you three but I hope it’s okay if I send in one more before I hit the sack, and it’s back to mob Wanda :3 so I imagine Wanda wanting to teach yn how to shoot a gun in case of situations, so she’s explaining all the hows and what’s but yn is distracted cause wanda pulled her sleeves on her white buttoned shirt up showing off her arms and yn can only go 👀👀 how’d you think wanda would react and if it can’t turn a bit smutty at the end :3 can’t wait to see results tm thanks again xxx

i think tumblr ate one of your requests cause i only got the three? but if you remember what it was, send it in again on Monday! x

You should have been paying attention. Everything Wanda taught you was important - how to use a gun, how to clean it, how to disarm someone, and so on. It was information your father should have taught you considering his line of work, but he never had.

You really wanted to take in everything she was saying.

But she set you up for failure by wearing that white button up. The second she rolled up her sleeves, you were a goner. She just looked so damn good like that.

Every word she spoke was now going in one ear and out the other because you were too focused on her arms. Her deliciously toned arms.

Wanda hadn't noticed you tuned out until she asked you about how to turn the safety off. You made some sort of joke about how there is not safety around guns, but she knew it was your way of avoiding the question since you didnt know the answer.

"You're supposed to be listening," she playfully scolded.

You sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of your neck. "I'm sorry. I'm listening now, I swear."

She gave you a side glance, not believing you for a second. No matter what she was saying, she had a feeling you weren't going to listen anymore. You were far too gone into your own world.

Nevertheless, she continued on with her speech. She wanted to show you how she shot her guns before she let you shoot. It was her way of letting you see how she stood and handled any kickback from the different guns.

The sight of her shooting was what set you over the edge. It shouldn't have turned you on; it shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. But she looked so good right now, and you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Take off your shirt," you said the minute she set the gun down.

"Wha-"

You cut her off with a kiss, and she hummed against your lips. Now she knew why you were so distracted.

[togetherhearted]

Always-Requests-Jax guy here, making sure tumblr *actually* sent my ask as i do not trust tumblr mobile (sorry if this does dupe ^^'), but is it okay for us to make art based off your imagines/fics? been having the Jax Brainrot(tm) again and since i am completely in love with the stuff youve written for him, figured id draw him based off those? just wanted to check ♡ hope you're having a good 2023 thus far! :)

Tumblr can be mean sometimes,I feel you.

Sonetimes I'm pretty sure it ate asks and requests.

Anyway sure! Go ahead!

I'm happy to inspire people!

Hoping 2023 is treating you well☆

[wildbornsiren]

Hey again, so I don't know if Tumblr ate my ask I sent you or if you just haven't gotten to it yet. Sorry if I'm being a pain or bothering you.

Hihi! I did get your ask! I'm working on it. :) I'm going through it (tm) this year and I'm writing much slower than I normally do. I also indulge the muses if a wild idea doesn't let go.

I can tell you I'm working on it. Please be patient with me.

[bluebacchius]

Space Cocoa (for VLD Positivity Exchange)

Here’s a Heith fic I wrote for @acequeenm for the Voltron Positivity Exchange! (I’m a day late and I am so so sorry!) I really hope you like it! :) 

Also major thanks to @stargazershiro for putting this exchange together! I think it was a really amazing idea! :) 

I recommend reading it on Ao3 HERE because Tumblr screwed up all my formatting :( Otherwise, please ignore my messed up spacing and the marked lack of italics :P

*****

Keith hates it when they ask him questions. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t resent having to listen in too, during these times when everyone gets all sentimental and nostalgic.

           He can deal. He can sit back and tune it out when everyone laughs over old memories from home, or trades funny personal stories. He wishes they would just be content with his presence, because honestly, Keith has nothing of his own to share. He knows that the reason they turn the spotlight on him is to make him feel better, make him feel included as if he was honestly going to be wounded over it. He’s used to this, truly.

           But he hates it.                                        

           Hey, Keith, what did you want to grow up to be when you were little?

           What was your favorite thing to do when you were back home?

           What’s your favorite sport, Keith?

           It’s questions like these, the ones with really uncomfortable answers, that really grate on his nerves.

           “Keith! Hey, Keith!”

           Keith jumps at Lance’s calls of his name, and turns. “What? Why are you yelling?”

           “Because I’ve been calling earth to Keith for like the last ten minutes. You aren’t even listening to the conversation. It’s no wonder you messed up the mind meld so bad today.”

           That comment hits Keith in a really sore spot, and he thinks Lance knows it, especially when he answers Keith’s glare with a seemingly innocent question.

“Keith, what’s your favorite food?”

           “Really?”

           “Come on, just answer it. Be part of the conversation for once.”

           “What is this, truth or dare?” Keith asks, deadpan.

           “No, it’s just��� questions!” Lance nearly throws his arms out in exasperation as he says it. “Stop being so closed off, it’s literally an innocent question! We’re just hanging out.”

           Keith clenches his fists, but the phrase comes out as more of a mumble than he intended.  “I… I don’t have one.”

           “How can you…”

           Keith hates this. Today is not the day for this, for Lance to keep pushing. “I just don’t, okay? God! For fuck’s sake, I lived in a one room cabin with my dad for half my life, and foster care for the other!” He’s standing suddenly, whirling around to glare down at Lance, Hunk, and Pidge where they sit on the couch and just stare up at him as his words are registered. Here he goes, opening up the way they wanted him too. But as usual, it isn’t pretty. “We hunted illegally. Ate food from a foodbank. And then I lived on premade eggs for two years! I don’t have one.”  

           He hates, even more than the questions, the way his eyes begin to sting at the admission he’s just made.

           He leaves the room before they can say anything else, his pride the only thing keeping him from running as he heads for his room. And, if he’s honest, he doesn’t want to go to his room, but that’s the only place he has.

Maybe he wants to train, and then he’d feel tired and then he could sleep and forget about this, but he doesn’t want to spar Lance after that and Shiro is decidedly… busy.

           He’s been working with Coran and Allura on strategy all day, apparently. In a rare loss of his impressive patience, he snapped at them all to settle down and stop interfering earlier when Lance and Hunk were talking too loud and Pidge was tinkering with a robot behind his back instead of listening.

           And perhaps, that morning, Keith had failed the mind meld again. He knows Shiro was disappointed in his inability to open up. He couldn’t help but feel a bit like Shiro was disappointed personally in him.

           He knows that sometimes they all wear on his patience, even Keith. It might have taken all eight years since he’s known Shiro, but Keith has finally figured out that he has limits too.

           If Keith still feels ignored by him, he won’t say it out loud.

           Keith climbs into his bed, leaning back on the pillows as he quietly waits for the rage to die down. Perhaps he isn’t even angry, not really. It’s more like… frustrated. Half of him immediately feels bad, now that it’s quiet. But would there ever be a time when they would all try to understand why he can’t just talk all the time?

           He busies himself with tossing his knife up at the ceiling and prying it out again, knowing that Allura will probably kill him for abusing the castle later, but it passes the time and helps quell the gross feelings in his chest.

           There’s a short but strong knock at his door. Too heavy to be pidge. Too timid to be Lance. Keith’s chest tightens at the thought of having to look up at Shiro’s Disappointed FaceTM. Again.

           He waits, doesn’t ask who it is, doesn’t say to come in. The knock comes again, but there’s no calling of his name, no asking if he’s “okay.” As if anything is really okay anymore.

           So he pulls himself off the bed and mashes the open button for the door.

           And it isn’t Shiro waiting for him. It’s Hunk, with his hands full of steaming mugs.

           “Uh…” Keith begins, but the words drop off.

           “I brought you something,” is all Hunk says.

           “What is it?”

           “Just something I made,” Hunk replies as he walks in the door and steps around Keith and into his room.

           “Uh, come in I guess?”

           “Don’t mind if I do,” Hunk says with a small smirk that Keith has never seen before. “Not like you’d be strong enough to push me out anyway.”

           Keith’s mouth just sort of falls agape at that. When did Hunk get cocky? When did Hunk start teasing him like… like Lance or something?

           “Ah,” Hunk stutters out then, chuckling as he moves to set the mugs on Keith’s dresser, “I was kidding. Mostly.”

           “What’s in the mugs?” Keith asks, to hide how weird he feels all of a sudden.

           At that, a wide smile spreads over Hunk’s face, and he snatches one up and practically shoves it into Keith’s hands, but it’s hot and Keith flinches backward as liquid sloshes out. Suddenly Hunk seems to acquire some lightning fast reflexes and he shields Keith’s hands and wrists with his own hands and somehow still manages to keep a grip on the cup. Hunk’s hands are huge.

           “Shit!” he hears him swear—another shocking moment for Keith—and then Hunk shifts the mug back to the dresser and wipes what looks like… chocolate?... on the hem of his shorts.

           “Since when do you swear?” are the words that tumble from Keith’s lips.

           Hunk laughs. “Well, since always. I just… well, the princess still scares me a little and Shiro reminds me of like, my dad. So I don’t do it when they’re around.” Hunk reaches out again for Keith’s hands, takes them into his warm ones before Keith can protest. “I didn’t burn you, did, I?”

Keith shakes his head.

“Anyway, sorry I’m a mess,” Hunk continues, trademark nervousness creeping back into his demeanor as he seems to realize he’s cradling Keith’s hands in his again, and he pulls away. The confident and teasing guy who barged into Keith’s room earlier is seeming to be forgotten. “Like I said, this is for you.”

           The other, un-spilled mug is offered to Keith, gently this time, and, skeptical as he is, Keith takes it and looks into it.

           “This looks like…”

           “Yeah, I know,” Hunk says, grinning unbelievably wide.

           Keith sips on the cup slowly, and is wholeheartedly surprised when a warm and familiar taste fills his mouth. Chocolate. Hot chocolate.

           A reactionary, “oh my god” slips out of Keith’s mouth before he can think. It’s good.

           “I know, right?” Hunk exclaims, obviously proud. “I figured out how to make something pretty close to cocoa powder with all those herbs Allura didn’t know how to use, and then we have all the weird space milk from the mall…”

           It isn’t quite perfect, but nothing they’ve experienced in space is. There’s a mildly bitter aftertaste, and the milk-like liquid is more akin to soymilk than anything, but Keith doesn’t mind. It’s warm and overall sweet and Keith has no idea how Hunk has managed to recreate chocolate flavor, but it’s been done and it’s a miracle.

           Just holding something warm and familiar is suddenly more comforting than Keith had ever imagined. He’d always said—always thought—that nothing particularly reminded him of his childhood, but he’d almost forgotten about those rare nights when he would sit on the basement couch in the Shirogane household. Shiro would help Keith sneak downstairs from his bedroom and make him hot chocolate. They watched scary movies together and laughed at the cheesy effects. If Keith fell asleep—he almost always did—without fail, he would wake up in his bed in the morning. He never ever woke him up, even in the last summer Keith stayed there before the Garrison when he was fourteen and definitely too heavy to be carried upstairs.

           Keith realizes he’d completely forgotten about those memories.

           If he felt weird before, he feels even weirder now. Like his chest is filling with sand.

           Hunk’s voice startles him and he seems to be panicking, “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t like it. I know it isn’t totally right, you can-”

           “Why do you think I don’t like it?” Keith is almost offended at the suggestion, but his voice suddenly comes out soft and strangled

           “You made this really screwed up face just now, like-” Hunk stops short. “W-wait, what’s wrong?”

           “Nothing,” Keith grounds out between clenched teeth.

           “Hey, don’t freak out,” Hunk starts to panic, and the cup is torn roughly from his hands and immediately replaced by the crushing weight of Hunk suddenly all over him.

           What the hell are you doing? Get off of me! Keith screams, but only in his head because he isn’t sure what’s happened to his voice.

           And suddenly Hunk is sort of crushing him to his enormous chest, and Keith can hardly breathe. He can’t breathe because Hunk’s arms are too strong, but also because he’s suddenly choking on something that isn’t really there. And his mind is playing through ancient thoughts like film. It hurts, but it also feels nice and he’s being hugged and nothing has felt familiar in so, so long. He didn’t think it would be possible to feel that ever again.

           Keith hates sentimentality.

           He hates thinking about these things.

           He hates that something so simple and stupid like a hot drink has suddenly turned him pathetic.

           He hates Hunk for doing this to him.

           Except he doesn’t.

           He comes back to the reality he never realized he left when he feels one of those warm and heavy hands on the back of his head. He opens his eyes to see he’s pressed his face deep into Hunk’s chest. The grip around Keith loosens considerably and he feels his voice in his chest when he tells Keith to take it easy, not to panic.

           Panic?

           Oh. Perhaps the reason Hunk held him so tight was because his legs are shaking pretty hard.

           “It’s okay, just breathe.”

           Wasn’t it supposed to be someone else saying those words to Keith?

           He focuses on breathing. He tells himself how stupid and pathetic he is for not being able to breathe. He stares into Hunk’s chest, a vague yellow shadow across his vision and counts in fours in between Hunk’s murmurs that becomes clearer with every cycle.

           Pathetic.

           He pulls himself away from Hunk a little too roughly once he thinks he’s got a handle on himself, and sees the wounded look on the yellow paladin���s face. They’ve ended up sitting back on the end of Keith’s bed, a bit too close for Keith’s comfort.

           He can see Hunk holding back more questions. He’s looking at him like Keith just grew a second head, but looks away politely when Keith scowls and wipes his eyes roughly on his sleeve. And Hunk’s arms leave him; move far away from him as Hunk puts a foot between them on the mattress. Keith regrets his scowling face because god, it wasn’t meant for Hunk, it was for himself.

           Maybe it was like Lance said. He ruins things by refusing to open up. Hunk is a genius. Hunk managed to make chocolate in space for Keith, and he doesn’t deserve this.  

           Keith clears his throat, forces himself to look at Hunk even though he wants to bury his head in the bed and never look at anyone again. “Hey…” he says slowly, gesturing to the cups across the room. “Can I have more of that?”

           “Oh…” Hunk looks genuinely surprised at that request, but the smile is coming back to his face and Keith is sure that’s exactly what he likes best about the yellow paladin. His positivity is the most resilient. Probably more than Shiro’s even. “Yeah, of course.”

           There’s a beat of silence, awkward but not heavy.

           “Do you feel better?” Hunk asks.

           Keith nods. “Yeah. I do.” And he’s sure he means it, at least a little bit.

           Hunk sighs, smile coming back full-fledge. “There’s more in the kitchen,” he says softly. “We can go make you another cup before I tell Lance and Pidge about it.”

           Keith almost smiles at that. “You know Pidge would practically pay you for some of this. You didn’t tell them?”

           Hunk scoots back toward Keith, enough to settle his arm back around his shoulders. “No, the first cup was for you.”

[primatier-art]

Hi! Okay so sorry this took a day I wanted to properly articulate all my thoughts and I was away from my laptop lol. But your life timeline is beautiful and so spot on! For whatever reason, looking into my past lives has always been difficult for me, and on some level, I believed it was always because it was full of strife and rarely happy. That’s why I wanted to work so hard on this life to make it full of sunshine! But I could never pierce that veil.

I thought it was so interesting how the first lifetime with beige is represented with that color and is as stagnant as a dust bunny LMAOOO but that makes a lot of sense. Throughout my life whenever I felt on some level that I gave up internally - lotsa fights and healing I’m going through! - I always saw myself in this wide, open wheat field. This is so specific LMAO and if you’ve never seen the movie that’s ok, looking up “300 wheat field scene” would perfectly show the feeling: off-color, going to war almost, and knowing I was gonna lose. It felt like I was settling in for a ride that I was told I had to do, I had to keep going, but not for any other reason than I “had to” and not for myself.

The second life time is spot on again LMAO I love love LOVE the water  and channnnge and I always felt it represented me on some level, even if I couldn't pinpoint why. But something about its clear energy, gentle flow, and yet outrageous power when pushed around enough always made me feel happy on a soul level. Thinkng about bright blues and the tropics, or greens along rivers and oceans -- those were always my happiest memories! Whenever I did soul searching and went to my own guides/astral plane, I always saw  myself at peace the most around water. I’ve also been told numerous times that my emotional intelligence is scary for my age at each age pffftt (not much older since I’m 20, but I completely understand that feeling of having your age be a factor in someone’s mind as soon as they find out and make their judgements lmao) so this only affirms that. At my most peaceful, I’ve always acted as an emotional healer  (helper?) for my friends, and I’ve had literal strangers cry to me about something on the first or second meeting. I never wanted to necessarily revolve my life around that ability of being a personal therapist, but I always wanted peace around me!

Finally, again, third lifetime spot on oof; even that exact phrasing “grow or get left behind” is exactly the words used to me multiple times by an ex-mentor/friend of mine, and I always tried to keep that in mind as I fought my way out of that funk. It’s so so so easy for me to sulk and isolate myself marching forward through the fog and not caring where I’m going (Cap sun/rising and virgo moon will do that oop), but it’s also so easy to stay in those old habits yknow? Especially if you don’t know what lies beyond that point of letting go, but that’s where the excitement is!

Sorry sorry for the really long review, I just felt very passionately about this and wanted to express this with you! The vibes I get from you are so peaceful, and quite literally remind me of a scene of a city girl living in a beautiful studio with warm lighting and wooden furniture, who loves to take weekend drives to the nearby mountains and skinny dip in the lake at sunrise/sunset with a gentle fog over the water; that is so specific, idk I just wanted to describe it since it felt so much like you? Someone who breaks through the fog and the glass mirror of this world, cradled by mother earth and get away from people for a weekend at a time. The sun doesn’t need to reflect in the water bc you're there!

Thank you again! (Rip tumblr ate the last bit of my ask but I said that the side you choose to share with us is incredible to witness! I truly truly hope and love and pray for the best for you, because as someone who grew up moving A Lot(tm) i get how it feels to love and be with yourself because you!! are your own best friend? and you get to share and witness beautiful new memories with yourself! Idk its so amazing and seeing that level of self love in another is so so beautiful; i also totally understand tho if my vibe description is off bc again! you’re sharing a bit of yourself with us while having a whoooooole ass lake of depth, we literally only see the surface of it and that's ok! <3 )

Hi there!! I was hoping if I could have a past life timeline reading? My nickname is Sunny!

hi sunny 💗 

past life timeline reading: the first life that draws my attention has a beige energy that feels almost dusty. the energy feels lethargic, yet stubborn. the first message that comes to mind is to be wary of falling into cycles of discomfort that you’ve decided to settle for. just because you’ve elected a place (a cycle; a set of habits; etc) as home, doesn’t mean it truly is. this life has stagnated in a cycle that is unhealthy, but refuses change. they’ve become stuck in their ways, despite having grown deeply uncomfortable within it all. 

the second life that catches my eye has a very refreshing energy. it holds a beautiful aquamarine/turquoise color to it and calls me close to the water. this life has such a beautiful, joyous energy tied to it. it encourages you to continue to develop your own emotional intelligence as this will be one of your greatest strengths; it encourages you to revel in your successes; it encourages you to release the old cycles and welcome in the new ones – they will treat you much better than the past ones ever did. the future is something to be excited for, even if its nature is as ever changing as the water. change is not something to be feared.

the third and final life i look at has a darker energy. it broods and sulks within its hurts. i feel called to warn you against resisting the changes that are looking to hold space in your life. in this situation, you can either grow or get left behind, and the latter will not work well in your favor. remind yourself of all of your joy and gratitude and embody that peace; refuse to succumb to the bitterness and resentment that come along with hurt. 

you can let go; you can move on. these lives are calling you to see the urgency of the personal and emotional choices you are to make along your path. find your peace and find your faith – these things will help guide you. open yourself up to change and watch as everything else falls into place. 

i hope this resonates with you 💗  please leave a review! the rules for readings can be found here