#sorry to anyone who has to see the entire thing btw

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Girl prepare for a big one I’m sorry 😭

Gluten free, deep dish with Red sauce, Jalapeños, Tomato’s, and Ham, with Sun tea and a Vodka redbull and dessert?

Served by Lewis Hamilton

Special request: “can there be a fight for dominance but the reader looses?” Love the menu btw 💗💗💗

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten free rivals deep dish teammates red sauce rough sex jalapenos "Always such a fucking brat" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" sun tea sir kink vodka redbull squirting dessert yes served by Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x Rival Teammate! reader

TW - MEAN asf Lewis, reader can fight back, sorry for the things I said about you Kimi (I love you I promise!), squirting, unprotected sex, face slapping (once), multiple orgasms, truthfully might be the roughest sex I have written for this vlog (maybe other than Kinktober)

WC 2100+

Y/N POV

The meeting was finally over which had Lewis and I both popping up and scurrying off into our respective driver's room. We just finished our debrief after the Singapore qualifying after Lewis and I were found fighting in the garage when I refused to give him a slipstream after he didn't give me one back in Monza when I needed it.

Toto left the meeting at "You guys need to figure your shit out. Fuck or something." He even suggested. If only he knew...

I'm packing up my stuff when I hear a loud bang coming from Lewis's room making me stop and stare at the wall that connects our room before I hear Lewis should a loud fuck.

I slowly leave my room looking into the garage to see if anyone had heard Lewis's outbreak. When I noticed the entire garage was completely empty I walked next door to knock softly.

When I didn't get a response I trained my ears to see if Lewis was in the shower. When I can't hear the shower I softly open the door to find Lewis changing into a different pair of pants making my eyes instantly notice the bulge hidden from his briefs. I could tell he was far from rock hard which had my mind racing.

"Do you know how to fucking knock?" Lewis snaps making my eyes instantly move from staring at his bulge making my face grow hot slightly.

"I did knock," I snap back before turning to leave.

"No, wait!" Lewis shouted not letting me get a clean escape.

"What?" I ask while stepping into Lewis's room and closing the door behind me giving us some privacy in case we get into another screaming match.

"Why are you even in here?" Lewis asked referring to me coming in, in the first place.

"I heard a bang and then you shouted. Just wanted to make sure you where okay," I tell Lewis softly making Lewis nod.

"Ah, so you do have a heart! Spent the past three years convinced you where the fucking tin man," Lewis tells me with a sarcastic laugh falling from his lips.

"Lewis, literally shut the fuck up. You're getting replaced by a child next year because you threw a tantrum when Toto didn't give you what you wanted," I tell him makingg Lewis's face grow red in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're the one who might get replaced by Max next year is Toto can swoon him," Lewis snaps back making me shrug my shoulders.

"Eh, at least I know the person replacing me has talent. Your replacement fucking crashed my car on lap three last time he got behind the wheel," I reply back trying to show the situation doesn't stress me out.

"You're fucking petty as shit. When Kimi crashed you were all like 'oh no I hope he's okay! He's just too sweet he better be okay'," Lewis replied back in a voice that was clearly trying to mock my voice.

"You're so fucking ridiculous Lewis. I wish it was you who retired and not Nico," I snap with vemon lacing my voice making Lewis stride towards me and push me against the wall. I knew I took it a step to far but truthfully I didn't care. I trusted that Lewis wouldn't hurt me but at the same time even if he did it wouldn't be the first time we hurt each other. While it was always words I could take a slap to the face like a champ.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off? Because you're a fucking child. You know that? Everyone has to walk on eggshells around you because one wrong move and BOOM the little Mercedes driver with the anger problems is throwing another fucking tantrum," Lewis spits his words into my face making me pull a disgusted face to try and mask the hurt coursing through me.

"You're a fucking asshole, Lewis Hamilton," I spit back making Lewis finally crash his lips onto mine making me gasp against his lips in shock before slightly relaxing into the kiss before pushing Lewis away once I realize who I was kissing.

"Don't fucking do this shit again," I snap at him before both of us fall silent just staring at each other while breathing rapidly.

It was clockwork for us, we go at each other's throats and somehow find ourselves in each other's bed to somehow kiss and make up, but in reality, all it is, is putting a fucking bandaid on a bullet hole.

At the same moment, Lewis and I are back to aggressively making out fighting for dominance. I get Lewis to the bed first making him sit down before I start pushing at his shoulders before I'm climbing into his lap taking control, which lasts about .3 seconds before I am being flipped around resulting in my back roughly hitting the hard physio table.

"Always such a fucking brat, trying to take control like that's your role," Lewis says while grinding his hips into mine making me moan at the pleasure.

"One of these days your little outbursts and attitude is gonna leave you ass so sore you won't be able to race," Lewis says making me roll my eyes at his threats.

"Then you won't get the damn slipstream you want so bad," I fight back with a satisfied smirk on my face with is quickly slapped off. I mean literally, Lewis slapped my face not necessarily softly but far from as hard as he could.

Lewis knew I loved when he mixed a bit of pain with my pleasure and early on found out he could send a quick slap to my face and it'll shut me up pretty quickly.

I just whimper when the sting settles in and I register what happened. Lewis is instantly gripping at my clothes and undressing me with no problem.

When I'm completely bare for Lewis he's like a madman being released because his mouth is instantly all over my pussy while also slipping three fingers into my unprepared hole making me softly scream at the stretch.

Lewis is instantly throwing his free hand over my mouth successfully muffling my screams not wanting anyone to walk by and hear what is going on between the two known rivals.

Lewis knew exactly what he was doing, so it was no shocker to him when I started begging to cum.

"Please, sir. I need it," I whine against his large hand that is still covering my mouth.

"Go on, it's the only thing you're good at," Lewis finally gives me permission making me instantly release my orgasm spraying my pleasure all over Lewis's face and soaking the shirt he was still wearing.

When I gether myself enough I look down to see the damage that has been done and it was so hot to see Lewis soaked with my juices.

"You're giving me at least two more before I even think about giving you my cock," Lewis said roughly while still finger fucking me making me whimper at the overstimulation.

Lewis knew my body better than anyone else ever has, which is only because he tied me to my hotel bed and explored my body until the sun rose finding all the ways he could make me cum, scream, whine, beg, you name it he probably discovered it that night. The night he found out I could squirt several times in a row in quick succession if he just kept going.

"Sir," I announce loudly when I feel the band in my stomach start to grow again.

"Go on," Lewis says with a sass in his voice almost like he was annoyed.

"Oh fuck," I whimper out when I finally feel the band snap making me start spraying all over Lewis's driver's room again.

"God, you're so fucking easy. I bet I could make you squirt if I looked at you hard enough," Lewis said in mockery knowing damn well he could blow a little bit of air on my clit and I'd be cumming for him in a matter of seconds.

"I need one more," Lewis said while speeding up his fingers again making me whine when I feel my third orgasm approaching making me squirm trying to get away but Lewis was far stronger than me making it easy to overpower me and keep me down while he finger fucks me into another squirting orgasm that has me gasping for air. I could hear my squirt hitting difference surfaces around us making the deed that much dirtier.

I am sure everyone will hear about this by the next race because no way the poor cleaner who has to come in after us will keep their mouth shut when they realize the dried liquid all around the room is in fact the evidence of the pleasure of the female driver.

"Good fucking girl! Good to know your ears work sometimes," Lewis says while stepping away from my pussy before sending a rough slap down on my sensitive clit making me jerk and a little bit a squirt come out making Lewis laugh at the slut he had turned me into for him.

"Please sir, more," I gasp when I feel Lewis's tip teasing my dripping entrance inviting him to sink in.

"You know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" says Lewis as he sinks into my pussy making me whimper at the stretch.

"Fucking hell, how are you still this fucking tihgt?" Lewis questions while he starts thrusting making me whimper feeling the stretch all over my body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna have to spend more time in you, maybe make you sleep with my cock burried in this pussy, make it a perfect fucking fit for me to play with," Lewis continues making me whimer and clench around him.

"So good, sir," I gasp when Lewis's hips are snapping into mine at a brutal pace.

"Fuck! How are you about to cum again," Lewis groans when he feels my pussy contracting around his cock ready to fall into another orgasm.

"You know what to do," Lewis says giving me permission for my fourth orgasm of the night making me scream out loudly.

My tightening pussy was Lewis's final straw because next thing I know he's pulling out and cumming on my stomach making sure to paint my tits a bit with his cum.

He loved the way he could coat my body in his cum.

Once Lewis settles down from his pleasure he climbs out of the hard bed looking for a towel he can use to whip me down.

Once I'm clean from his cum he pulls me up slightly so he can stand between my legs while he holds me to his chest.

"You think Toto knows the truth?" I mumble against Lewis's tattooed chest making me chuckle softly.

"Probably and if not before he's definitely gonna think we listened to his advice," Lewis jokes making me laugh with him.

"We have a problem," I mumble burying my face into his chest not wanting to admit the problem.

"What is it, sweet girl?" Lewis questions showing me the sweet side I only got to see after moments like this or early in the morning when we knew no one could see that the two rivals actually had hearts.

"I can't feel my legs and I truthfully do not want to get into someone else's car covered in sweat and cum," I mumble making Lewis laugh lightly.

"Well you have in fact left your sweat and cum in my car so I'll take us back to the hotel, and I have no issues holding you until you're ready," Lewis tells me softly before picking me up into his arms and pulling us to the couch where he held me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have screamed in your face like that," Lewis apologizes clearly embarrassed by his actions.

"I said some pretty ugly things too. I think we need to work on that," I tell him softly making him hum in agreeance.

"Still want you to fuck me like that, even if it does make driving a bit uncomfortable," I tell him making Lewis let out a belly laugh.

"I'll always fuck you like a whore. You love it too much for me to stop," Lewis tells me making me smile.

We lay like that for another thirty minutes before we heard a knock on the door before we could hear Toto's voice shout, "I see you took my advice! It better fucking work!"

Lewis and I just laugh at being called out but make no move to get up and get dressed knowing Toto wasn't going to open the door.

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"ABNORMAL ENTITY BEHAVIOR"(Prologue)

->Word Count: 9,011

->Warnings: Mild Injury? A Few Deaths. (Nothing Graphic, Promise)

->Eclipse × Reader (Space/Deep Sea AU)

->Part 1 Here

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He had never seen you up close. No, he'd never seen you since that first day. When the ship had found him by the surface and knocked his suit out of commission.

He'd seen you after he'd been hoisted into the space cruiser. Laying paralyzed in the cargo bay, you had been part of the team who'd approached him. Part of the team that quickly ran to find him a tank big enough to hold him so he wouldn't dehydrate.

At the time, he was too mad to realize it was you who'd insisted on the tank rather than a regular containment block. He didn't need the water to function, but it was kind of you to be cautious.

He hadn't been capable of fighting then, when your ship had worked against his wishes to place him in a large glass cylinder and seal him away. He was confined, barely enough room to stretch his arms. The crew of the ship didn't seem to care, and he was moved further into the complex.

He didn't regain control of his body for quite a while. Along with that, he had noticed that of all the people swarming his tank and running tests, he didn't see you again. Sure, you'd had your face haphazardly uncovered by your contamination suit, but at the same time, you also had an energy about you.

Eclipse wasn't a stranger to reading body language. Back home, when someone would change their shell, Eclipse could read instantly who they were based on the gait of their steps or a twitch of their hands.

He'd noticed the way you had never stopped moving, if even for a second. You'd been shifting from foot to foot, pacing, looking at him, away, and back to him. It wasn't possible that you'd returned to the room with your face covered, because none of these people moved nearly as much as you. One tapped their foot to the floor often, and Eclipse noticed that one really liked running their hand along the glass, despite the scolding from others. They weren't you though.

He wasn't quite sure why he cared. He had to return to the colony. His brothers, their people, they could've been in danger!

When Eclipse's shell was given a charge once again, he wasn't himself. He took every chance he had to swirl in the tank and try every section of it, seeing if it would fracture under the pressure of his large fists.

No communication was successful, and it seemed to the research cruiser that he was a misplaced species. Invasive, even. So, they set a course back to orbit, and a few weeks after that with no change, they set out for another destination.

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Sometime along the way, you ended up weaseling your way into the team in charge of the beast's care. You'd begun to research the scans others had done of its main body, and decided to try you shot at a bit of bioengineering.

You spent most of your days in a room just barely separated from the creature by a thin pane of glass and a door to the catwalks above its tank.

It was a workshop, one where you were constantly working to put the team's research to good use. Your focus happened to be on the unique form of the creature. It seemed, the way they'd explained it to you at least, that the creature wasn't actually made of that hard metal-adjacent material that made its shape humanoid. The jellyfish-esque shape that protruded like a tail was actually the true form of the creature. Its goop (as you were inclined to dub it) continued into the hollow portion of its false body and manipulated it from within.

Along with that, the team was more inclined to call it a carapace or exoskeleton than a body. You, on the other hand, thought of it like a suit. It protected the shapeless creature inside, and allowed it to face creatures more dangerous than itself without getting eaten up like jello. And you'd never admit it, but you had found yourself spacing off as you worked, wondering if the sunset-colored substance tasted anything like a jello shot. When you heard from the team that what they'd found in their tests was that it was poisonous, those thoughts slipped away a bit.

Besides the point. You had made yourself a home up in that observation room, often opting to sleep there to work on your project at odd hours without disturbing the curfew in the crew quarters.

You, and you were quite proud of this, had figured out a compound quite similar to that of the beast's suit, and started to construct one for yourself.

It was only a prototype, something meant to withstand deep pressures, and maybe make expeditions into ocean planets more achievable. The bulky suits they had for the job just wouldn't allow for samples to be taken, and barely any species they brought back would survive the pressure changes in-tact. You'd always been a bit fascinated with the ocean, and the head of the team said that, if you could make a proper suit, then you'd be signed on their trip to return to that planet where they'd found the beast. It was a dream offer.

You'd been happy to focus all of your effort into the project, custom fitting and testing it.

Along the way, You'd also found yourself watching out the little window a bit more. As you needed shaping, materials, and movement observations that the team just hadn't bothered to connect, you had stared through that glass for hours, trying to catch sight of what information you needed.

It just never seemed to arrive. The poor thing could barely shift in the tank. Granted, it was their largest one, but they justified it under the beast only being jelly, and not actually needing to move. Something about that seemed wrong, but you weren't about to tell them how to do their jobs. You just waited patiently, deciding to make temporary parts to replace later, just until you could get a closer look.

That closer look did arrive, but far closer than you'd expected. The moment you told the head of research that you'd completed a prototype, he'd seemed pleased. You'd then told him the drawbacks. You hadn't gotten any data from the beast's joints or the limbs, because unless it was banging on the glass, it barely moved.

He had seemed to think, before he offered you a solution. The tank was big enough, and they needed data too, so he offered to allow you to test your suit, and get your data, in the beast's tank.

You... hadn't thought it over. Not really. It only occurred to you when you were already suited up and equipped with cameras that your co-workers had complained about the big buy destroying probes they sent in for information. He'd squish them in his large palms. He never let them near his tail. You were way easier to smush than a probe. It was too late now, though. The big guy was watching you as you'd started pacing up on the catwalks, and now the small portion to let researchers in and out had been unsealed.

Moving forward felt like a feat all its own, but you needed this information. They'd pull you out via tether tied to your back if they really thought you were in danger, and it wouldn't be long. You just needed a few close-up scans that weren't muddled by the glass.

You sat on the edge and dipped the feet of your suit into the water carefully. No response. The moment of truth. You shoved off the edge of the port and felt yourself sink downwards very quickly. You just barely avoided stepping on the big guy's jellyfish tail as your feet clunked to the base of the tank. Your limbs felt heavy, something about the water in here was different. Unlike your test runs, you weren't floating.

That was the least of your worries, though. Upon taking two moments outside your thoughts, it occurred to you that the beast had propped itself away from you. Its tail was towards the top of the tank now, and its upper half was twisted upright towards you, like a contortionist. Two of his large hands were planted alarmingly on either side of you, palms flat to the glass, while his similar two limbs on his side were pressed towards the center. It looked like he was stabilizing himself.

You trailed your gaze from his arms to his big, round, face. This was actually the first hint that had alerted the team to this portion being non-organic. The neck, out of your view at the moment, was far too dense and thin to have contained enough organic material to swivel the head and move the eyes and mouth as it did.

Said eyes felt like they were burrowing into your soul, and the mouth was twisted into the visage of a snarl, despite the fact that it had never opened in the lab thus far. It was unknown if it would.

You and the beast seemed at a standstill like this for a while, until you finally got tired of how heavy your arms felt hanging motionless at your sides. It was a workout just to stand in place. "Hey, buddy. Don't mind me," You muttered, not daring to break eye-contact. You extended your arm, until the palm of your suit gently rested upon its large arm to your left. It didn't react, so you took a tentative step forward. Still no reaction, even as you trailed your hand uneasily up its arm, closer to where an elbow might sit. "I'm just trying to get a look at this suit of yours." You said aloud again, pausing as your hand slipped from the solid material of the forearm onto a softer material. The upper arm.

You waited. Still no reaction. You deemed it safe enough to look away and examine the arm. Nothing killed you in the five seconds you held your breath, so you began to actually take in notes.

The substance reminded you a bit of canvas, but fibers woven this tightly tended to be more stiff. Retracting your hand, you realized a thin coat of goop seemed to cover it. It was slick on the metal of your suit, only flaking off in a matter of moments as though it didn't want to be away from the material. You made a quick scan, and hummed at the results.

The arm retracted from you. With such a speed that you yelped and stumbled back in surprise. You half-expected your tether to catch you, but you ended up flat on your back, staring up at where the beast was now looking down at you. It had moved itself away from the floor of the tank entirely, and now its face hovered just above you, one set of palms pressed at the corners of the tank, while the other two hovered at the ready.

You wanted to get up, but god, your suit was just too heavy. Being trapped on your back gave you no leverage to move, and you nearly wanted to yell at it to back the fuck off. But you didn't. It wasn't getting any closer. It was like it was waiting to see what you would do first.

You took a deep breath, and calmed yourself first and foremost. Then, with a bit of a struggle, you did sit yourself upright.

The beast tilted his head so he was still upside down to your perspective, but he'd given you distance again in the enclosed space. You actually kind of wanted to laugh at how silly you felt. Your arms, despite working on this ship with no shortage of physical chores, felt like they might give out under the weight of the suit alone. Yet the beast before you propped himself up with ease, despite being made of literal jelly.

You grinned despite yourself. "Sorry, I must've spooked you." You started, before speaking up again. "I wish I knew how you're moving around so easily. My arms feel like led." You gave a weak, breathy laugh at that one.

The beast shifted, and you waited, entirely still, as he did something you hadn't expected. He lowered himself, his two free hands cupped at both of your sides, and with a bit of panic on your end, you were lifted from the floor of the tank. Instead, he flipped so his back was against the floor, and you were trapped in his two large palms.

The thing was, his snarl was gone. Instead he was watching you like a cat watches fish in a tank. His expression was curious.

You nearly yelled when he released you, and your balance sent you spinning head-over-heels, until you landed stomach-first on his chestplate. He stared at you, and you gazed back at him. That was, until a puff of bubbles escaped the Crack in his chest just beneath you, and you flinched in surprise.

It happened again, and this time, you didn't react as much. As you looked from the chest plate back to the beast's face, you almost would've sworn there was a hint of humor, the edges of his eyes creasing. Tauntingly.

You were lifted again, and this time he hovered you above his large, round face. You weren't nearly as scared as you may have been a few moments ago.

He let you fall again, and this time his face acted like a platform for you to sprawl on relatively easily. His eyes seemed to cross as he stared at where you sat. You took a moment to process that, while his face was certainly made of that hard material like the rest of his upper half, it felt soft and malleable. Again, it seemed to have a thin coating of that goop. What was in that stuff?

You actually, genuinely, laughed this time. He took that as a good sign, and started to tilt his head, you tumbling off, still laughing a bit, back into his palms.

That was when you realized, staring at him, sprawled out in his grasp. This wasn't a creature playing with its food. He was genuinely just playing. He wasn't a beast, he was intelligent.

Before this idea could permeate in your mind anymore, a warning blared across the internal audio in your suit. The beast hissed, and nearly fumbled you, while you covered your ears to no avail. It was the one audio cue you'd installed. A blaring horn to signify critically low oxygen. You shouted this through your com, and almost immediately the tether on your back dragged you up and towards the exit. To your dismay, the beast lunged after you, but you exited the tank just in time.

Back on the catwalk, still alone, the hatch sealed behind you, and you quickly popped off the helmet. The sound stopped as air flooded back inside.

You noticed your suit was back to normal in the open air, no longer heavy and restrictive. You were able to breathe easy for just a moment, before slamming could be heard on the other side of the hatch. Leaning over the catwalk a bit you could see that the beast, you'd have to find a better term for him, was ramming into the roof from which you'd just exited. He looked mad. You wanted to go and comfort him somehow, explain you needed to breathe, but to no avail. The research team's expedition men were already moving down the catwalk so you could hand over the evidence and findings you'd uncovered.

Decidedly, before they made it all the way to you, you let your hand slip from the railing, the 'weight' of your bulky limb swinging into the little filming module they'd placed on your side with a sharp crack. You jolted in surprise as pieces of the device went skittering off the catwalk to the floor below.

When they made it to you, and asked for it? Well, you said the man-handling in the tank must've broken it. You didn't get any meaningful samples either. Besides the information about his joints. You were no professional in the field, they knew that. It's why they sent you back without even checking to see if you'd lied. After all, they could get into deep trouble if anyone found out they'd let an engineer into the tank with a bio-species.

Back in your design room, you'd shucked off your suit. As you expected, you found quite a lot of that clear goop coating the space between your chest plate and wet-suit beneath. You only could assume it'd gotten in there in bubble form when you'd been on his chest.

It only confirmed your suspicion as to intelligence being involved. You'd asked a question, and he'd provided you with an answer to study. Now, why he'd helped you rather than professional researchers you weren't sure yet, but you figured he had reasons. When you splayed it all out on the work stations, you mused that, just maybe, your designs impressed him. Maybe he wanted to help you get it right! Yeah, you'd go with that.

A quick glance out your window secured you another glimpse of the big guy. It seemed he'd settled towards the ground, maybe accepting you'd gone for now. Maybe turning in for the night as the rest of the research team finalized their work. His lower half, the large jellyfish shaped mass, really did glow like a sunset. At there was something special about it that you just couldn't place yet. Something that let him lift his big bulky limbs with such precision and delicacy. He hadn't ever fumbled you, despite the fact you were almost as big as one of his palms. You needed to know how he managed that. You pointedly chose to ignore the fact that the memory of just a few minutes prior had you longing to interact with him again. You'd just have to finish this prototype even sooner, then.

You moved out of habit, quickly grabbing hold of vials and your audio-logs. The vials easily scooped up some of that clear, thin goop from inside your suit. You'd look at it yourself later. For now you dumped the entire thing into a sink at the far end of your lab station and set the water to run. You'd hand-wash it after a good soak, just to see if the goop was water-resistant like you expected. In the meantime, you spoke aloud into something vaguely resembling a human tape recorder. It held the same purpose, at least. It was one of the few personal items you'd brought from your home colony.

"Log Entry 001 of the, uh..." You paused, before resuming, "The personal reports on what I'll refer to as, the Entity." A few short steps placed you at your door as you sealed it off from outside entry. "The Entity seems to be a species of alien we recovered on Exo-Planet Karthos. Thought to be an invasive species, it was taken on by our research team on Vessel 817-B." You paced as your spoke, often finding yourself glancing between the water still filling the basin you'd discarded your suit into, and the window that showed a partial view of the resting entity. "I made first contact, I believe, with it less than an hour ago. It was a bit finicky, but non-hostile. I was forcefully removed from the environment due to lack of oxygen, but gathered valuable information during this time."

You paused, lifting your finger from the recording button as you noticed a lonely researcher wander out onto the lower deck from your window, but resumed a moment later when they passed. "It seems my attempts in replicating the suit encasing the entity for humanoid use was only partially complete." The water drew your attention again. "While the materials I used were synthesized perfectly to that of the entity, there was another component missing. It was too heavy to move while in the water." You shut the flowing water off, looking down now at the chunks of useless metal submerged. "I'm inclined to believe that the Entity wanted to help me, as I was continuously lifted from my position on the ground, into higher waters. Along with that, there is a clear, uhm..." A pause as you considered your words. "A clear gel, coating the inside of my suit, which might have come as a gift from the entity. A secret as to how easily it moves underwater? I'll study it further at a later date."

Your attention stayed, for just a moment. "I'm hoping to finish the next model in two weeks time, and schedule another up-close interaction with the entity. I..." A sigh escaped you. "I think it may find my curiosity amusing, and I'd like to learn more about it. End Log." You clicked the recording off, setting it with a clank to the workbench near the sink. It was off-putting in the quiet of your design room.

As much as you wanted to think you could eventually become friends with the entity somehow, you knew it would be childish to voice aloud the desire. Instead, you set to work, dragging the first piece of the suit out of the basin. Grabbing a regular wash cloth hanging nearby, you got to work.

It had taken you another hour to clean the remaining goop from your suit, and even longer to ensure you could get it off your wetsuit without detection. Something about the method it had been given to you made you hesitant to share it.

You'd even researched the goop on your own time over the next several days rather than sending it to the lab for testing. Usually, you never got those samples back. There was a feeling deep in your gut that told you to hold onto all of it that you could. So, it took longer to manually make changes and collect all the supplies.

Taking your time. It was a matter of will that controlled your pace, knowing that significant improvements would be needed to get back into the entity's presence.

Apparently, the big guy had attacked a researcher that they'd lowered in to take samples. He broke their leg, apparently. Crushed it against the rim of the port with his arm. This news, along with the fact that they'd found corrosive goop all over the wound, had initially really concerned you. Yet, the team assured you that they believed he favored you. That he wouldn't attack because you appeared similar to him with the suit. An ally.

You just went along with that. You only knew that you'd have to work smarter, and harder, and ensure you could move when you need to. Not be entirely under the entity's mercy.

It was quite the accomplishment that, in three short weeks, you'd managed to reconfigure nearly everything in your suit to match your new hypothesis. You were cleared for another visit, and suited up in the afternoon yet again.

The journey over the catwalk felt longer this time. Your tether was already hooked to the wench on the ceiling, and your limbs felt heavier than they had last time.

Unbeknownst to the research team, the changes weren't only cosmetic. You'd found that the clear goop could be placed like insulation throughout the suit's various locations. It was like a layer of buoy that would, in theory, make the user less of a stone in the water. It did make moving outside the water a bit more bothersome, though.

Your mood improved, only a hint of nerves peeking through, as you saw a glimpse of the Entity in the tank. It seemed stationary, and you were ready to reunite a second time.

When the port opened, the first thing you did was look down through the water. The entity was staring up at you from its position at the base of the tank. It still took up majority of the space, but there was still enough area to maneuver around him if allowed.

So, you gave a small wave, dipping your hand below the surface of the water. No reaction. It was good enough for you. You swung your legs over the edge of the port, and plopped in as gently as you possibly could. The water swallowed your sides, but you noticed you didn't sink nearly as fast. It felt like being in a swimming pool, and you could now tread in the clear waters. It was a big improvement from your last visit.

You grinned, redirecting your attention back towards the entity. Though, he'd already moved. You found his face much closer than you'd expected, seeing as he propped himself up. One hand hovered, palm-up, beneath your kicking feet as you hovered in the water. His gaze was entirely focused on you. "Hey, buddy," You said aloud, still only hoping he actually heard and/or understood you, "Thanks for your help, I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Your tone was a bit more chipper than it had been in a few weeks.

The entity seemed to scan your form, before he rotated himself around you, as though unwilling to try and make you turn yourself. When he'd made the rotation around to your back, you felt a nudge against your whole back, and you were shoved forward by what you assumed had been his flat face.

You yelped and flailed a bit, but ultimately remained upright, managing to turn towards him in the process. "What was that for, bud?" You questioned, a bit offended at the action. He tilted his head a few degrees, before one of his big palms moved to hover beneath you again.

This time, he lifted his palm upwards, and you decided to let your feet settle on the platform we provided. Again, you stared at each other. "Hey, big guy. What ideas are you getting over there?" You questioned him again, no response on the way.

In less than a moment, it felt like there was the thump of a deep bass sound. It vibrated through the water around you. In the same breath, the entity's head swiveled a full 180° to look at the space outside the glass tank. You hadn't thought to look outside before, but it seemed the glass was only 1-way. You could see the silhouettes of the research team outside, but nothing more. You assumed the entity could see more though, as he was fixated on something outside the chamber.

One of his free fists slammed into the glass just in front of one of those silhouettes, and both the person on the other side and you jumped from the force of the action. You lost balance and ended up floating to sit on his large palm. Meanwhile the person outside didn't have nearly as nice a cushion. The entity turned back towards you, his expression visibly morphing from that aggressive scowl you'd seen before, to something far more docile. It was like he was only showing this to you. What the hell got you on his good side?

Almost inclined to ask, you'd wanted to speak up. Yet, you nearly screamed when the palm you were sat on clenched around you a bit tightly, and you could hear, through the water, the snap of your tether. The entity had broken it clean off your suit, and pulled you down towards the bottom of the tank. You did grunt in pain when you collided harshly with the metal ground, and the pressure from his palm above you was heavy.

Back flat to the metal floor, you freed an arm from beneath his hand and stared up. It looked like he was covering the opened hatch with one of his palms, and the rest of his form was lowering towards you. For a split second, your heart caught in your throat. Was he gonna smush you? You had so many more projects to work on, you couldn't die yet!

You stared up at his round face, the one that looked over you, and you felt that bass-like rumble in the water pause. All at once, he released the pressure from your chest, and placed two of his arms behind you, leaning at an odd angle just before you. Another rumble traveled through the water, but this one wasn't threatening. "Hey now. It's... alright." The wobble of nerves in your voice was working against you. The thing was, you had a feeling about why he'd done that. "If... if you were worried about me leaving, I have more air this time. I can stay longer." This head tilted to the side again, before another rumble set out. That, you assumed, meant you'd been right.

His free hand moved forward, and you held your breath as it paused just before you. It retracted just as quickly, but you followed its movements. To your shock, you could see something you hadn't noticed before.

Without thinking, you shoved yourself upwards and hovered in the water. One less-than-graceful doggy paddle forward to the other end of the cylinder revealed the entity's jelly portion.

You'd been trying to avoid it. Apparently it was poisonous, and it wasn't your department. Besides, he seemed protective of it. Now, as you were just a few feet off from it, he was allowing you to look at a section of his jelly that looked like it'd been torn open. Some of the sunset-colored center was even trailing upwards from out of the clear outer coating. You grimaced, turning back to his face where he was watching you intently. "What happened?" The quiet question seemed to echo in the near complete silence.

He responded with that deep sound, that you had chosen to equate to a growl. A growl of danger, maybe. The research team?

You whispered the question, and he nudged you closer to his tail again. As though encouraging you to do... something. You had no idea what. You looked nervously between him and his tail, before he let bubbles escape his chestplate like a sigh, and he instead guided you back towards his upper half. Like, a gentle drag through the water. You were disappointed you hadn't been able to help him, but you were brought out of your thoughts when there was tapping on the glass outside.

The entity abandoned his hold on you, bubbles rippling through the air as he slammed a fist into the glass again, right where the noise had been directly behind you.

The air, you assumed, would still last about five minutes. However, without your tether, you realized you might have to convince the big guy to let you leave. So, you reached out tentatively and patted his nearest arm. He growled in response, still focused on the people behind you outside the glass. "Buddy, hey." You started, gently. "I'll have to leave again soon. I can't breathe underwater like you can, and my air is running low." The words seemed like they fell of deaf ears, only for the entity to turn back towards you a bit.

Bubbles escaped his chestplate in a blast, bubbles rising around his form towards the top of the tank. "Yeah, like that. I need a lot of it though..." You paused. You had a great, horrible idea. "How about this? I'll come back tonight after the crew finishes up." The words were said so quietly. You didn't think anyone would be listening, but you couldn't be sure.

In response, the Entity shoved his face towards you, until you were back to back was the glass, and his face was only a few inches from you. He made that furious sound again, staring right at you. It occurred to you that, maybe if he could see through the glass, then he'd also seen your face this entire time too. "Yeah, I can do that. Only if you let me go right now though, okay?" He stared at you, and you tried for a slight smile.

Slowly but surely, he backed away. He uncovered the latch last, and hovered in the center of the tank, waiting for you. Watching.

You nodded in thanks before slipping upwards. Just a few short kicks later, you were up at the top of the hatch. You hoisted your top half through, and arms immediately gripped either of your upper arms to drag you completely out. You nearly wanted to smack the guys, but instead you shrugged them off once you'd gotten your balance.

Releasing the mask on your helmet was the next step, letting the open air hit your skin.

It seemed like a party had formed up on the catwalk. The two guys who'd pulled you out, and at least three other researchers were all stood there, staring at you like you were the alien creature and not the literal alien.

After a minute of confused silence, you spoke up. "I uhh, definitely got more data for the project guys, thanks." You glanced away. "Gonna need better mobility. Maybe more oxygen storage." Your thoughts were interrupted when one of the women researchers stepped forward, and placed her hand on your shoulder. You both recoiled, you from the contact, her seemingly disgusted by the cold-wetness on your suit. Nonetheless she spoke. "How did you get out of there? We thought you were going to die." The concern in her voice was laced with something you didn't care to pick out at this time.

You shrugged, waving a hand out in front of you. "I'm not sure. Just gave it a stern talking to," your hand moved into a playful point as though scolding someone, "And it just let me go. I think it could tell I'm stronger than I look." You thought your humor was top notch, but when the silence persisted, your brow furrowed and you turned back to look at the team. They were all still staring, though some were centered on the woman who still stood before you. You had no idea what her name was. Was she a higher-up?

Well, either way, she looked pissed. "You're the reason we lost him." She then said. You wanted to ask who. Didn't get the chance. At the same time someone seemed to reach out to her worriedly, she stormed forward and shoved you back against the railing of the catwalk. Now she was stronger than she looked.

You wished you weren't gaping in shock like a fish, but the rage on her face stopped you in your tracks. "Because of your friendly little meet-and-greet with that thing, they decided to let more people in the tank." You tried to steady yourself against the rails, but the large hands of your suit could find no purchase. The woman kept ranting, "He was so sure he'd be okay, and that thing killed him. Yet, here you are, perfectly unscathed. Mocking it." Your eyes shot wide. You knew the big guy was dangerous, but he'd killed someone?

The protests you had died on your tongue. You knew he was dangerous, and there was something about you that humored him. He was still immensely hostile to anyone besides you. Instead, you muttered something. "I'm... sorry. No one told me." Yeah, it was pretty shitty that you'd just made jokes. Even if you hadn't known. These people aren't your friends. You were an outsider to their department. You didn't blame her for being so upset.

"You should be." She replied, and with absolutely no hesitation, the hands that had been planted on your chest shoved just a bit harder. Her entire weight went into the action, and you processed that people were lunging, and probably yelling in surprise. You were stumbling backwards. The railing gave way under the weight of your suit, and as the woman used her momentum to land safely against someone's chest on the walkway, your limbs were too heavy to move fast enough. There was nothing to grab.

You fell. Wind rushed in your ears as you gained momentum, and at least one person from above shouted your name, but you were convinced you were going to be a splatter on the hard tile below. For some reason, you worried about what the big guy would do if he saw that. Your suit probably wouldn't break, but-

The thoughts were cut short when your shoulder collided painfully with metal, and you definitely shouted in pain when the rest of your body followed suit. For a solid minute, you lay flat on your back with your eyes closed until the pain became somewhat bearable. Adrenaline must've kicked in, or something of the sort, because you managed to prop yourself against the railing beside you. Railing? It looked like you'd fallen from the set of catwalks that connected to the observatories to the ones a floor down that connected to the labs.

The railing felt dented under your side, and your ears were ringing. Still, you hoisted yourself to your feet. You were shaky, and didn't think you could walk. "Hey!" The voice shouted your name. You tried to look up at the catwalk above you, but your neck refused to move at that angle. "Are you alright?" It was that voice that had shouted your name when you were pushed. You grimaced. "Fucking great, thanks for asking!" Your shouted back, not bothering to hide your frustration. "Just leave me the hell alone!" You attempted to take a step forward. To get away from your audience on the upper catwalk. To get back to your room. Your legs faltered and you gripped the railing for dear life before you could slip again.

A door, just down the catwalk from you, slid open with a hiss. It was some workers from the bio-lab. You realized their observation window was right in view of where you'd just fallen. They probably all saw your epic fall. Something about that made you think of Icarus. No, you were just getting loopy. That had to have been at least a twenty foot fall into solid metal.

Normally you might've shooed them away, but the two that made the walk out to you seemed so concerned, and you couldn't bear to deny their offers when you knew damn well you couldn't walk.

You let them help you walk. To your mild dismay, they guided you to the infirmary rather than your room. They were bio scientists though, and a fall that far could be fatal. Apparently they wanted to make sure you didn't have any broken bones.

They helped you to take off your armor, seemingly neither of them acknowledged just how slime-covered your wetsuit was, and they sent one of the delivery druids back towards your room with the suit pieces while they kept you for scans.

You, miraculously, hadn't broken anything. They thought you might've had a fractured rib, and quite a lot of bruising, but all they recommended for that was to refrain from heavy lifting. The thing that was bothering you though, was that they claimed you might've had a concussion. You were still having trouble balancing at least an hour after, and more than once you'd spaced out. You refused to tell them that you didn't even remember trying to stand.

After at least an hour and a half, one of them helped you back to your design room, and personally stuck around to make sure you changed out of your wetsuit and laid down, to sleep and recover. It was sweet of them, but also very counter-productive.

Almost a full minute after the bio-scientist had left, you stood right back up and changed back into your suit. The Droid had done as you asked, placing your suit in the basin for a soak, and rinsing it. You just had to scrub each piece now.

After all, you had 5 hours until the shifts for the night were all finished and you had a meeting with the entity. Even if he had killed someone....who was it again? Eh, they must not have mentioned a name.

It was the simulated midnight when you returned to the tank. You had taken a 3 hour nap, and woke up sore as hell. However, that wouldn't stop you. You'd donned your suit and made your way to the hatch. Apparently, they'd repaired the catwalk already. You wondered if someone would get in trouble for that.

The hatch, unbeknownst to you, actually didn't have a lock code. Therefore, when you just hit the unlock button, it spun open to reveal the water below. It seemed pitch-black from above.

You sealed your mask, and eased yourself into the murky darkness before letting yourself sink.

You didn't kick your legs, rather sliding the edge of the glass until you collided gently with the floor. You wanted to hover, a lot, but the kicking motion jostled you too much. So instead you sat in the darkness for a few seconds, holding your breath worriedly.

Then the tank lit up with color. It seemed like the entity had been waiting up for you. His tail was glowing brightly like a lava lamp now, and he stared down at you from a higher vantage point. You gave him a soft wave in greeting, and one of his hands followed the motion. He chimed curiously, the ripple in the water making you shiver slightly. "It means to say hello, big guy." You told him, and he seemed to be waiting for you. As though he wanted you to swim to him.

You shifted and really did make an attempt, but two kicks in you ended up grunting in pain and sinking to the bottom again.

This time, he trilled in a higher pitch than you'd heard. It was like he was worried. He flipped his positioning, now with his tail above him, his four arms stabilizing him on the ground. Two of his hands hovered at your sides, like he was trying to hold you without doing so. You chuckled slightly. "Sorry, bud. I took a fall earlier and it took a lot out of me. Can't swim right now." His head tilted in question, and he was careful as his hands scooped beneath your back and lifted you from your feet. You only grimaced a bit, trying to ignore the pain shooting across your spine.

He tilted himself, and you almost found it silly that it looked like he was sitting like a person, his jelly tail acting as his legs or lap, and his back propped against the glass.

He tilted his palms, and your pain finally won out when he dumped you from one pair of hands to the other, the jolt of lightning up your back making your head throb. You gasped, sucking in as much breath as you could bear. "Okay, okay! Let's stop doing that for now!" You insisted quietly, and he let out the high-pitched trill. You were considering calling it a whine, honestly.

That was when he brought you a bit closer to him, and stared intently at you. This was weird. He'd been man-handling you since the first visit, but now he was acting significantly less feral. His pupils were bigger, and his expression was soft. More intelligent, even. "You've understood me, right? You're not just a creature." The words escaped before you could think, but to your surprise, he nodded. Then you were right. "Do you... do you want to be here?" Immediately he shook his head no. He was here against his will, just like you thought. No wonder he was so hostile. "I... you must've had a home back on that planet. And family." The look in his eyes, he seemed upset, but he just blinked it away and nodded.

This... he must've not wanted these people to know this. For some reason. Yet he told you.

Something was telling you he was important. You wished there was a way to petition for his re-release, but without another proven member of his species back on the planet, they'd keep him in captivity. Part of you wanted to stage an escape, but that wouldn't work....

Despite your doubts, you sighed. "You've been a big help to me. If I can find a way out of here for you, I'll get you back to your planet." He didn't react. No nod or shake of his head. He actually looked away from you. He didn't believe you.

You slumped a bit forward, but a moment later one of his digits pushed you back upright by the chest, supporting your weight. Confusion engulfed your expression. Then cold engulfed your back.

"What the- hey!" You yelped, grappling with the digit in front of you that was now preventing your escape from the cold substance that was somehow seeping into your airtight suit. "Dude, what are you-" "Shh." That, along with the stinging ache in your neck, put you into a full stop. Did he just say something, or were you going crazy? "Helping." Yep, that was definitely the entity.

His mouth didn't move, but the water rippled the same way it did when he growled. The voice itself was smooth and deep, the pronunciation of the words vaguely reminded you of when someone's nose was clogged. There was a low static too, as though it were a Droid voice box... actually, it might've been.

"O-oh. Alright." You muttered, deciding yet again to trust the entity. It honestly felt like the pressure at your back was a giant gel ice-pack, but it almost dragged itself down your back and across your shoulders like a slug. It was painfully slow, and their expression couldn't have been very pleasant. Still, by the time the cold substance cradled the base of your head as well, your upper back felt better. It reminded you of aloe for sunburns, but, internal pain rather than external.

When he shifted his digit that was holding you up, you propped yourself up with one of your hands, and took just a moment to soak in the cool relief before craning your neck slightly to meet his eyes. Now, for the first time you'd seen, he was smiling. It wasn't very wide, but it was enough to tell that he was pleased. With himself or you, you weren't sure. Still, you grinned back at him. "Geez, you're a walking, er, swimming box of surprises. What was that?" His head tilted, and he raised one of his palms. In it, a small orb of his goop floated, the jelly shape remaining a moment, before he shoved it against his tail. It was reabsorbed in just under a second.

You squinted at it, then back at him, before you paled slightly. "Isn't that, like... corrosive?" He only shrugged. "Not always. Help now." His reply was short.

You were still amazed that you were getting answers from him verbally, and it must've been obvious, because he smiled a bit wider. He was definitely proud of himself now. You thanked him, and he only traded you from hand to hand, lifting you closer to his large face. You knew there was something you meant to ask him... "Hey. Why did you-" a pause, "Why did you kill someone?" You wrung your hands as he looked at you, then back to his tail. You then remembered his tail had been injured earlier. "They... hurt you. I'll guess you didn't mean to." He nodded, and you sighed a slight breath of relief. He didn't mean it.

That... that was enough of that for now. You only had about another hour before the morning shift patrols would come through. Enough of the heavy topics, it was time to just relax. You'd hope you could befriend the entity, and here you are.

Log Entry 026: The Entity.

"It seems that my nightly visits are proving useful to both my recovery, and my project. The substance that he coats over my wounds has accelerated recovery time. The bruises are almost entirely healed, and I can now resume my normal duties."... "I'm avoiding going to the medical wing for another month, so they won't suspect anything." ... "On the other hand, I have installed a set of propulsion poets on the base of the feet, as well as in the palms and back. They use the same formula as the entity to create bubbles from unusable insulation slime." ... "The goal is to begin planning once I'm allowed another public test of the suit."

Log Entry 054: The Entity.

"After thorough research, it looks like the Entity is actually a species of alien that was entirely poached from their planet, almost 25 years ago. Little is known, besides the information about their jelly forms." ... "The jelly can either corrode, or repair damages. It seems that the Entity is a rare case in which the gel does both, depending on the intent of the user. It is uncommon for members of the species to have a shell like he does " ... "They are critically endangered. It says that unless the specimen is of higher ranking, there is nothing to be done, but I think I will approach the research team about it anyways. He's getting restless."

Log Entry 63: The Entity.

"I am beyond livid. I brought up my concerns with the team's head, and was told they planned to harvest the entity's jelly. All of it. I moved those claims up as far in the chain of command as I could, but they refused." ... "They said I was to finish my research on the suit, as they suspect the entity was only a guardian, and that there may be an entire colony of the species hidden in the depths." ... "No one I've spoken to agrees with me, and I've realized I'm planning alone." ... A loud buzzing starts up in the background, and there is a sudden screeching of metal being bent... "I am destroying all prototypes besides my own, along with my research when we leave. This place won't get anything else from me."

Log Entry 102: The Entity.

"I had to delay the escape date, solely because we were informed of a mission back to the planet. The entity and I have agreed that our plan is set for two days from now while we orbit the planet." ... " I have yet to inform anyone that the suits I have built are frauds. I have, however, volunteered to join the team going down in order to be sure the suits 'don't malfunction'. We'll be taking a research vessel down with a portable lab, and..." ...The tape switches off suddenly....

Log Entry 107: The Entity.

"Our escape worked a little too well. The entity escaped containment mere minutes after I'd set off the explosives I'd left in my work area. All of my documents should have been the first to go, and I'd planned to contain the burn to my room. However, the radio says the entity broke the glass, and the corrosive fire has spread, forcing the ship to make an emergency landing." ...There are voices in the background, they sound angry. You ignore them... "The recon team and I are in the research vessel, but the entity has just escaped. I need to get them out, but I just. I can're remember the plAN-"... The recording cuts off just after the start of a loud sound and screaming.

What is this thing? A tape recorder?

"I uh... I'm not sure what's going on." ... "I'm on a research vessel, it seems like a wide oceanic planet, and there seems to be debris from a crash nearby. Did our cruiser crash?" ... "I'm... not sure what's going on, but I'm going to try and figure it out. Maybe I can get the radio working and call for help."

Oh God. Oh no.

"I got through to someone on the radio two days ago. They said that they would be by to pick me up, but they attacked me. Said I was wanted for the destruction of my cruiser. For hundreds of deaths. That didn't sound right, but they still tried to take me." ...There's shaky breathing... "There's something I'm missing. I... I know what they do to interstellar criminals, there are no fair trials. I'm guilty until sentenced to death." ... "I'm forgetting something. A chunk of my life is gone, and I can't figure out what I did. So... I didn't have a choice." ...A choked sob echoes into the audio recorder... "I- I killed them. I sunk their ship. N-no one can know I'm here until I figure this out. Figure out how to avoid giving up whatever important stuff I forgot."

There was no more storage left on the recorder. It was discarded into a junk drawer, repurposed into various other gadgets later down the line. You stayed on the planet, rations on the ship lasted you just long enough to figure out how to fish. You remembered most of your life, your training. You certainly remembered the way you were doing research.

At some point, you managed to re-engineer your suit, write the components and plans out. The suit was something new that you didn't remember from before. You figured whatever it was you were hiding, the suit was part of it.

And, that was how you stayed. You uncovered more and more about yourself, dodged the law when you could, and when you couldn't, you took care of them. You began to research creatures on the planet, finding it to be something that kept you sane in your time alone. Right up until the day you were alerted of an entire cruiser coming to apprehend you.

By then you'd known you'd committed too many crimes, undeniably. You had to go out on your own terms, so you'd put your plan into action soon enough.

[yan-lorkai]

Y!Leona x tiger!reader. [gn]

oh boy. the hatred that fuels them. a tiger and a lion in one room? fatal combat.

[y] can be described as a “hot-headed” person.

anger issues.

always carries a weapon. [usually a sword.]

somewhat a nerd, straight 100% and 90%.

Bad at hiding their emotions.

..actually very blunt about their feelings. why bother hiding them?

Easily provoked.

Extroverted.

Gets carries away easily.

impatient.

Bite first then bark.

knowing how they are; they were assigned the Savanclaw dorm. ohh, how amusing things will be!

Hcs.. scenarios.. do whatever u want :) thank you.

sorry, is this too much? too specific? not much information? my apologies, if so, you may delete this if you don’t feel like doing it due to it.

ty !!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This have been sitting on my drafts for awhile now, it was super detailed and I sort of blue screemed the first time I read it but I kind like the result. So hopefully you like as well, darling hehe. I did some hcs btw.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona, being the proud and territorial lion he is, initially views you, a tiger, as a threat to his dominance. He has the entire Savanaclaw following his very order and he doesn't like the thought of you messing things up. The very first time you cross paths, there’s an intense standoff where both of you silently try to assert your power over each other, as you are very blunt and doesn't think much about what you're talking. He finds later, when alone in his room, that he kind of likes your honesty, it's a bit endearing, even if it gives him a headache.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His gaze is sharp, filled with a mix of feelings, overall, curiosity about you. Sometimes he send Ruggie to watch over you so he can learn about your routine, likes and dislikes, and what kind of person you are. And sometimes he come find you himself to annoy you, since you are so reckless and easily provoked, and he think you're funny when you act without thinking about the consequences. Truly, he is fascinated by your strength and beauty, seeing you as a perfect mate, and he’s determined to make you his by any means necessary.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Unexpectedly but he likes how intelligent you are. The two of you, after overcoming your differences, can be found having long conversations that no one else seems to follow - just further proof of how perfect you can be, of how you were made to be his.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona’s possessive tendencies manifest in his overly protective behavior. Despite your own strength and independence, being capable of fighting with a sword and with your own powers, he’s constantly shadowing you, ensuring no one else comes near his “territory”. If anyone, friend or foe, tiger or not, dares to approach you, Leona’s wrath is immediate and fierce.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He justifies his actions by telling you that it’s for your safety, though it’s clear that his possessiveness knows no bounds. He’ll keep you close, often initiating fights just to remind you who the dominant one is - not liking how sociable you can be with other beastmen, yet his gaze softens only for you and his touch is just as soft, his possessive obsession a twisted form of love, since he doesn't know any better, growing up being hated by everyone he knew.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ While Leona’s initial approach is aggressive and domineering, he eventually realizes that to truly claim you, he must respect you, for you too are too similar, too hot headed and stubborn. He allows you some space in his humble abode but always makes it clear that it’s still his domain. However, this submission is a calculated move; he knows that by giving you a semblance of freedom, you’ll let your guard down, making it easier for him to manipulate you into staying by his side permanently.

[crazyforclones]

I am so ill over Mario and Peach

Continue reading to listen to me absolutely lose my mind over these goobers

Establishing character:

I just adore Mario and Peach so much. And before I get those funny people always like “oh Mario hates peach,” or “peach never “gives” Mario anything for saving her! He probably only does it to get something from her-“ Ima need yall to shut your trap ok 👹

First of all, Nintendo, especially with Mario characters, had no idea how to characterize their characters in the beginning. Peach changes in almost every single different medium. Take the old Nintendo power (I think) comic called the “super Mario adventures.” in which Peach is a lot more outgoing, strong, sassy, and a literal general.

Not saying this is a bad rendition of peach I actually like it! But I use it as an example of how these characters have changed over the years. And also, often times in games or stories like these where they focus more on the characters than gameplay, we see a more accurate and fleshed out character. Which is why in some other Mario games, characters often say things that might seem rude or out of character but is put there for comedy. (Nintendo obsession with making fun of Luigi in every rpg game is an example 💀). And the same goes for Mario, he’s changed a lot. But I feel in the current renditions of the characters, they have a much more stable idea of their character.

Also another cute picture from the comic-(sorry quality poopy I took it from mine)

This is peach dreaming about marrying Mario btw.

Mario’s character:

From what we see now, Mario is just an average blue collar man in his late twenty’s who is quite short and also plump. Despite this he is still THE most brave, athletic, talented, determined, occasionally hot headed, and an overall idol to the entire mushroom kingdom. He is often labeled as THE Mario. And people also express their surprised when they actually see what he looks like 💀. But the reason I bring this up is Mario is quite literally just some guy. He’s some guy who entered this foreign kingdom, heard there was a Princess in trouble, and as a New York Italien blue collar worker he could’ve easily just went on with his day or ignored these random peoples pleas, but instead, he immediately decides he will travel multiple worlds so he can save this princess and help the kingdom (also cause the game needed a incentive but still-). From the get go mario was ready to help people. He helps them not expecting anything in return, but because he has a good sense of Justice. There’s hundreds of side quests you can do with Mario, sometimes they’re ridiculous. But you know what? Mario will do it. Because he likes helping people. Because he’s a role model. And because he’s just a good guy.

Mario and Peach as a couple:

Most of the time, people who criticize or make fun of their relationship are often doing it as a joke which is fine, but this is for the people who genuinely think Peach is a jerk for not giving Mario “more” for what he does.

People often say “Mario has saved her so many times and all he gets is a kiss on the cheek!”

Now despite the fact Peach doesn’t owe Mario anything just because he saved her, I can see why people might be upset over this. However, like I said before, Mario does things not expecting rewards, but just because it’s the right thing to do and he has a duty.

People forget one dire things when it comes to love like this:

Love can be shown in many different ways

Peach kissing Mario in the cheek wasn’t proof that they were in love or together. I’d argue they weren’t really at all in the beginning. Except maybe a slight crush. A kiss on the cheek is often just a gesture of gratitude. Peach usually kissed anyone who saved her. It’s just her way of saying thank you.

What really shows that Mario and peach love one another is how they interact. The things they say and do. They don’t need to kiss to prove they’re in love, it’s simply implied with how they interact with one another. Whether it’s small gestures like holding one’s hand before a big game, or something such as trusting the other person to give you a boost so you can save your partners rabbid version of themselves from an evil space fish.

Or! It can be something more direct, like peach literally looking Mario in the eyes and saying this:

Or when she is scared but assured herself she will be ok as long as she has Mario!

It’s these little things that speak larger than words. Mario and peach simply have a relationship that is there but doesn’t need to be forced down your throats to convince you that they’re in love. They simply are. And their love is shown in many ways. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, and so does Mario and Peach!

Now have Mario dancing like a middle aged dad snapping his little fingers to make Peach laugh :)

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Classic ask but Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes 🤞

Yessss i love that one ive read so many but I'm gonna change it a little bit and talk a bit more about the type of clothes they prefer and what they usually wear themselves. Just a headcanon about clothes.

Its gonna be a series cuz its kind of long .

Also i may suck at writing gn I'm sorry if I offend anyone or write something stupid. Im a cis fem she /her who grew up in a very close minded family so I'm really sorry just let me know if I write anything stupid and ill edit it okay?

WARNING - there is mention of bodies like some specification on what the readers body may look like. and a little about sex

Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes - Dick grayson edition

dick grayson

dick wears a tank top and shorts at home which make his ass look hot(it always does).

He really likes it when you wear his boxer shorts or pajama pants or sweatpants which is tied to the hips and a simple cloth bra(if you wear one or shirtless if you don't) ( they're a little different from sports bra super light and so comfortable). but he loves just seeing you in any underwear and not just for sexual reasons.

it just makes him feel warm inside thinking how comfortable you feel around him and how your not insecure about your skin showing around him. for example If you had an insecurity about your stomach but can walk around in just shorts and shirtless/bra with him, it makes him feel like he has won against those stupid negative thoughts you have .

there is a very thin layer between you guys while cuddling And dick is really really warm so this way there is not too much overheating since direct skin to skin makes it uncomftably warm. I mean if you get cold easily you are welcome to take those off. Plus don't pretend that you wont slide your hands under that tank top to feel his abs.

When walking outside , Rather than taking off his entire coat to give you, he pulls you inside his coat so that you're sharing it or giving you the coat and then pulling you into his side and since your body is therefore pressed against his, more warmth. . he also will take off his scarf and gloves and basically wrap you up in it .

If you complain and say " you'll get cold tho" he'll laugh it off and say something cheesy like " you keep my heart warm..plus babe you know just how hot I am"

He loves wrapping you up in clothes in the gotham winter. " dickie your gloves are too big for me, I don't need glovess" , "bigger gloves mean more warmth, and you'll need them in just a minute"

you did need those gloves btw.

Also he likes wearing a little something of yours. Like if you wear multiple rings , he will buy you a much more meaningful and better quality one and then you're like " ugh I feel pressured to get you something you're too nice to mee" he just takes one of those rings that you got from a roadstand when you had change to spare and be like "we're equal now"

He will wear that ring everywhere , like will not leave without it.

also gets you a nightwing logo small pendant made out of the strongest material ( so u arent scared of breaking it) or some neckpiece he has been wearing forever ( he has in some comics) and it'll be long enough to easily hide (between your breasts/pecs/chest making it a fun sex thing )And wants you to wear it forever and never take it off.

He also likes it if you wear his shirts. Like dick wears these nice classic shirts which are well fitted ( a little tight too cuz its dick) and nice beige pants. So if you can wear his shirts without them being super tight( its hot when its a little tight around the chest/boobs/pecs ) or super drowny when you go to work , he loves it.

[janewayintersection]

the amount of people who are like "omg i ditched kaidan for garrus after he was mean to me on horizon!!" baffle me. shit on bioware's writing for making shep work with cerberus all you want, but kaidan calling shep out on this and not joining them is NOT the issue. in fact, him reacting like this is why i love him??

he specifically states he trusts shep, just not cerberus. which is the only rational response in that whole entire goddamn game!! like?? you spend all of me1 stopping cerberus operations. they kill several alliance soldiers and admiral kahoku, try to make a rachni army -- they are WELL known for cloning and ais... miranda even outright states she wanted to plant shep with a control chip. there is literally zero reason for kaidan to believe the shep in front of him isn't some cerberus sleeper agent. or an ai. or indoctrinated. or being manipulated (THIS ONE IS CANON BTW). even if he trusts shepard, he doesn't trust cerberus not to pull any of this. quite frankly, i'm baffled more companions don't have this exact, entirely justified concern.

loyalty is important, but blind loyalty is dangerous.

honestly, the crew in me2 is lucky that the illusive man was so weirdly and uncharacteristically insistent on shepard remaining untouched. things could have gotten very bad otherwise.

being best friends with someone, or more notably, being in love with someone, isn't the end all be all magic potion in this world. being in love with someone doesn't mean you should blindly trust their actions. if my significant other joined a terrorist group, you can bet my ass i wouldn't join them! sorry! if anything, it's healthy that kaidan has his own sense of morals and priorities he follows over shepard. he's his OWN person, love shouldn't be something that makes you suddenly give up who you are and what you believe in.

not to mention kaidan is entirely out of the loop for the whole game. his intel states that cerberus is behind the abductions (the horizon incident is partially a result of cerberus' fiddling btw), and that shep has been alive and never even reached out to anyone. he doesn't have the information we the players have. he doesn't know that the illusive man insisted on no control chip. he doesn't know about the lazarus project or its specifics.

and as for the "cheating" discourse if you romance someone new in me2, i do personally believe shep getting with one of the me2 love interests is cheating on their me1 love interest. to shep, they skipped those two years. they wake up as they did during the me2 prologue. no time has passed. and then they immediately get with someone else after one (1) argument with their love interest over them, may i remind you, joining a terrorist group. even if you don't think it's "technically" cheating, it's at the very least pretty trashy and flakey.

if anything, i'm gonna say it! kaidan is more forgiving than i'd be! the fact that he even sends an email saying he still cares and that they can see what happens after this is all resolved is WAY more than i would have done. the fact that kaidan will find out shep got with someone else, and STILL be willing to give shep a chance is like. man. it's saying a lot. i am just saying.

imagine losing someone. you see them literally die as your ship explodes and they burn up in the nearby planet's atmosphere. you grieve. you put yourself into your work. then suddenly, two years, later. they pop back up again. ALIVE. and with a terrorist group. and basically tell you the equivalent of "just trust me bro" despite the fact that while you trust them, you don't trust the terrorist group. so you're like hey, what the fuck. why are you with a terrorist group. and they're like i'm not with them, we just have common goals. and you're like. i'm gonna say it again. i trust you, not the terrorist group. okay?? i can't join you for this reason. please be careful out there, seriously.

and then they immediately jump into the pants of that one guy you knew back on a mission from two years ago.

what would you do?? would you not feel hurt? betrayed? upset? confused?? i'm sorry, i'm completely on kaidan's side. i'd go as far to say that he's far more understanding than he should be in me2.

me3 is all about regaining that complete and undying trust back, and that cerberus didn't fuck around w shep. or that being with cerberus didn't change them. his "loyalty" quest is just visiting him in the hospital and showing him shepard still cares. that they're still the same. that cerberus truly didn't alter them. that there was more going on. that shepard was forced to work with cerberus out of complete necessity and only did what they thought was right. and i think that's neat!!!!

[lemotmo]

Ask box opened! I wanted to copy the question because I think it's a good indicator as to a lot of that fandoms thinking but it was way too long. Basically they were asking about chemistry differences between O/L and O/R. And what the show wants being different from what Oliver and Ryan want. Anyway, enjoy!

A. Hello anon, haha I know, we will see how long I last with it open. There were several parts to your question so I will try to hit everything but forgive me if I don't. First of all the show already tried less Buddie and it backfired spectacularly on them. The beginning of season 6 was very minimal for Buddie scenes, by far the fewest they've had. And the audience hated it. Complained loudly and often about it. It's what I mean when I say they are an audience favorite. That's not an exaggeration. The audience complained after every single episode. The ratings went down. They're a real thing. They have many, many fans that are not part of Tumblr/Twitter fandom. Less Buddie is not an option for the show and the show knows that. Tim definitely knows that. It's why he doubled down on them this season. It's why ABC used them as basically the entire marketing campaign for the entire season and every episode. And look at the results. 911 is the network's number one show. 911 is number one in their timeslot against every other network. Those are unarguable facts. Kristen was well aware of all of this as well, btw, but she's an incompetent brat who used separating them as part of her temper tantrum throwing that was season 6 as a whole. And why she absolutely should no longer have a job anywhere near the show. She purposely hurt the show by actively going against what she knew the audience wanted. Knowing it would hurt the show and doing it anyway should have absolutely gotten her fired (sorry for my mini rant, lol, but I hate her).

I don't know anyone who is saying they hate Lou because he doesn't have the same chemistry with Oliver that Ryan does. That's not what people are saying. Chemistry is tricky. It's either there or it's not. Yes, sometimes when it doesn't exist naturally it can be manufactured, but that's difficult to do, and, no offense to you, Lou's not a good enough actor to pull off manufactured chemistry (it's fine he admitted himself action is his preferred thing). And frankly the show isn't invested in Tommy enough to help him learn how to do it. But what's insane is that somewhere along the way anyone pointing out that their chemistry is off a bit somehow meant you all had the right to blame Ryan for that. That Ryan, along with Oliver were somehow sabotaging Lou. Listen when I say, there are several voices, loud voices in your fandom you all have got to stop taking direction from. The nonsense of going from ask box to ask box pointing out that Oliver and Ryan had a falling out at one point was childish. Yes, Ryan said a stupid, hurtful, ignorant thing and was, rightly, called out for it. But he publicly owned the mistake. He worked on himself, got out of a particular relationship, and seems to be a better person for it. That's called human growth. It's what you should want someone to do. He and Oliver made up. They're friends. They don't owe you an apology or explanation for that. Also, sorry to point this out, but Oliver basically has the man tattooed on his body (gunshot arc crawling rescue). They're close. Get over it. Oliver and Lou aren't required to be friends. It's fine. You don't need to belittle other friendships to make you feel better about that.

Asking if Oliver and Ryan have maybe backed the show into a corner they don't appreciate is I think deliberately naive. Yes I think by now it's pretty obvious what direction they think things should be going. And yes, I think their natural chemistry adds to the scenes, but scripts come with stage directions. They're told how close to stand. They're told what the mood of the scene should be. Now I do think Oliver and Ryan probably add their own spin on certain things, but not enough to change whatever the meaning of the scene is intended to be. For instance I think the thumb to the neck with the gentle rub is one hundred percent an Oliver and Ryan addition. It's been in too many scenes now, and no way in hell is a writer like Kristen capable of coming up with a touch like that, and working it into her scripts. So I think that's their thing. But again it doesn't change a scene overall, it's just their addition to the scene. The show knows what it's doing. If the way Oliver and Ryan were acting was not what they wanted they wouldn't use the scene. They would make them redo it in a different way. It's that simple. And the show is definitely not showing signs of doubling down on Tommy. I have no idea where you all are getting this. If the show meant for the audience to root for Tommy as far as Buck goes, they would not have released that deleted scene. That clip did Tommy zero favors. And your fandoms reaction to that clip proves how poorly he came across in it. You all just can't decide who to blame for it. My favorite are the ones blaming Aisha. I mean there's twisting yourself into knots to not acknowledge the writing meant for it to come across as a bad look, and then there's whatever the hell you have to do to arrive at it's Aisha's fault. I'm going to say something and I genuinely don't want it to come across as mean because I never want to purposely hurt anyone's feelings. The reality is if Buddie goes canon 95% of your fandom will become, or revert back to, Buddie shippers. That's the basic truth. The chemistry is there. The history is there. The two actors the show cares about are there. The majority of their audience is there. The hard-line remaining 5% are the hardcore Lou shippers, and, again not to sound mean, the show doesn't care about that 5%. The true numbers size of your fandom, when you take out repeat comments from the same blogs and duplicate accounts from the same people, seems to be in the mid thousands. That is tiny. That's not even enough to move a neilson rating. It just feels bigger on here because you're all on Tumblr, but many of you have admitted that you run multiple accounts so even mid thousands may be too generous a guestimation. And the majority of the fandom would be soft shippers, meaning they'll follow the relationship that is canon. The hard liners are Lou shippers and the show doesn't care about Lou shippers. I'm sorry anon but unless the show does something in CANON to show a shift somewhere Tommy is a plot point. I'm not going to pretend he's anything else.

Well...

I have just one thing to add here:

Thank you for putting this in my ask box Nonny. It's appreciated!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

HI RAVEN!!!! 🤔 kinda a random thought not really but would you consider ace and sebek to be like? RIVALS? or to have a strong dislike towards eachother compared to other first years/students? 🤔🤔 haven’t read much sebek stuff or book 7 so maybe it’s just the way I interpret things……..

🤔🤔 for me at least I feel like ace brings up sebek especially a handful of times? and to bash on him too or at least poke fun at him. can’t think of a lot off the top of my head but in ace’s birthday jacket vignette he picks at sebek specifically when going thru dorm choices. WHICH LIKE……. I DUNNO ITS GIVING VERY “I BEEF W HIM” VIBES. I figured it could just be because he’s a fellow first year but ?? jack or epel don’t get mentioned when he was talking about their dorms so i’m not sure 🤔

👁️👁️ but I wanna hear your take on it!!! are ace and sebek ACTUALLY beefing or was it all just a headcanon??? 😭😭 hopefully I didn’t yap too much. btw

Sorry for the lack of screenshots; I don’t own all the relevant cards in EN and didn’t want to include screenshots sporadically 💦

But!! I did my best to cite where I’m pulling my information from (main story, vignettes, etc.) and directly quote from the official localization. Hope that’s okay!

I mean… Sebek is pretty much always pissing off his peers because of the condescending way he talks to them. It’s no wonder why he rubs people the wrong way. As for Ace, he has indicated that he finds Sebek to be a pain in the ass. I don’t know if I would personally call it “beefing” though?? I see it more as Ace just wants Sebek to shut up and chill out (though Sebek would definitely shout at Ace and fight him) 😂

Point is, I don’t see Sebek having a particular disdain for Ace (he is abrasive toward everyone), but I do see Ace having a particular dislike for Sebek. They aren’t “rivals” in the same way that Ace and Deuce are, as Ace and Sebek don’t really compete for anything or get into many instances of bickering—at least not from what we see. That might just be a product of Sebek being formally introduced later than the other first years, but even counting vignettes and event interactions, it’s still pretty one-sided; often we see Ace commenting on Sebek but not the other way around.

According to Ace in 7-11, he knows Sebek because they’re in the same Magic Analysis/Enigmics (EN writes this class as both of these so it can get confusing) elective. He also implies (in 7-34) sharing other electives with Sebek. This means Ace has regular direct experience with Sebek compared to the other first years (except maybe Deuce?)… ie more opporunities to be annoyed by Sebek’s arrogant loner attitude.

Ace reports (again, in 7-34) that “[Sebek] insults people like, all the time. He even says stuff right to my face when we're in the same group, like, 'Don't you dare slow me down, human!' And he always finds some way to make every subject about Malleus, then drones on and on about how great he is." In regards to those intense feelings about Malleus, Ace says "[Sebek] takes it to a whole other level [...] I can see why people would idolize [Malleus]. But, like, you don't have to make it your entire personality, y'know?" Ace repeats these ideas in his Birthday Boy vignettes. “[Sebek]’s always yelling something or other about his precious Malleus. Oh yeah, and he talks down to us for being human. Dude's a total fae fanboy.”

In Sebek's School Uniform vignette, Sebek yells at Ace for running in the halls. Ace responds by calling him an "uptight nag" whose yelling will disturb other students. Ace also points out how pathetic Sebek comes across as after witnessing him trip over himself to apologize to Malleus. “Dude, nothing you say's gonna impress anyone after that sorry sight.” When Ace tries to leave the scene to make it to class, Sebek shouts at him. “You wait just a minute! I'm not finished! COME BACK HERE!” It should be noted that Ace is someone who always tries to find shortcuts or ways to get out of work whereas Sebek is strict and diligent. Their mindsets and values naturally clash.

This, I think, is a very good summary of most people's problems with Sebek. Ace is just saying what's on everyone's mind--and this makes sense for Ace's character, as he has consistently been the type of guy to call others out. He also encourages Yuu to do the same (in his Birthday Boy vignettes). This detail at least implies Ace finds it amusing on occasion to tease Sebek for his shortcomings.

We see Sebek’s behavior in class for ourselves in his Dorm Uniform vignettes. Ace actually appears in them too, remarking that Sebek is a “loudmouth”. This is something he echoes in his Birthday Boy vignettes; “Loudmouth doesn't even begin to describe him.” When Sebek starts arguing with his group members (some mobs) and refusing to work with them while simultaneously extolling Malleus, Ace says “Here we go again with Sebek and his ‘liege’… Man, imagine being grouped with that guy who […] All he had to do was play nice and let [the mob students] help. He CHOSE to make things harder. How does that guy even function in society?” Side note: In Ace’s Suitor Suit vignettes, he calls Sebek the “number-one worst contender” for a groom. Ace clearly thinks Sebek is unfriendly and annoying in areas extending beyond academics or school life. This is, of course, in addition to Ace finding his loud voice grating.

Later in the same vignettes, Ace and Deuce are forced to sit close to Sebek in the crowded cafeteria. Sebek insists to Lilia that his classes are going well, to which Ace starts snickering and reveals the truth: “Dude... No problems whatsoever? You've got nothing BUT problems, bro! Haha!” Deuce pitches in: “He got into a loud argument with some classmates during our defensive magic lesson. He called his groupmates ‘burdens�� and insisted on doing their entire project by himself.” Ace then says Sebek must think highly of himself and gets annoyed when his words are taken literally. “Do you not understand sarcasm either?” He tells Sebek to fix his attitude, but it doesn’t seem to work. Ace sighs and says he’s just wasting his breath on this.

Sebek’s Dorm Uniform vignettes illustrate Sebek’s general struggles to get along with all of his classmates, not just Ace or Ace specifically. Deuce notably also calls Sebek out for causing trouble for his peers, even stating “[…] as an aspiring honor student, I can't condone your behavior. Having confidence is fine and all, but you shouldn't make things harder for others. That's just being obnoxious.” Sebek pisses off the other first years in 7-34 too, calling them “shallow” and making a terrible first impression. Ace, who is also present, says that no one wants to be chummy with him anyway—not if he’s going to act like that.

In conclusion, Ace has explained his rationale for disliking Sebek many times over. Rather than saying Ace has a problem with Sebek, I think it would be more accurate to say that Ace has a problem with Sebek and is simply relaying the opinions that everyone else holds directly to Sebek’s face. (He gets annoyed that Sebek takes none of it to heart though.) As for the other party, Sebek chides Ace no differently than he would anyone else stepping out of line, not appreciating Malleus, or… just existing as a human 💀 He doesn’t seem to have issues with Ace other than his lax attitude (which could also apply to many other characters such as Leona).

In my opinion, Ace and Sebek are not rivals (at least not major ones), nor do they have specific beef with each other outside of one-off instances or whenever Ace is in the mood to lay down The Truth and embarrass Sebek. I see Ace and Deuce as your classic rivals and Sebek as like… a villain of the week who cameos here and there after his first appearance to cause shenanigans.

[wayfayrr]

Hello! Congrats on 300 followers!! (your 300 follower event idea is so cute btw omg)

Could i request a soft mulled wine with candy canes to eat in please?

Here's your order - I hope everything is to your tastes <3

it's super fun to see how the same prompt can be done so differently for different characters!!! Wild especially is one of my favourites because he's just soooo - it's hard to put into words but I just love him so much

[Event masterlist]

“I don't think I've seen those plants before, my slate isn't recognising them either…”

“Must be something unique to legends Hyrule then, they must've just vanished before your time.”

He’s still focused on whatever is growing above us, although I could've sworn we were just standing under pines. Ones that are common in his home, is there something I’m missing here? What is he focusing on so intently? Is there somethin- 

“You’re looking at the mistletoe? Does it really not exist in your hyrule… I guess that means the traditions doesn’t exist either then, does it?”

“Tradition?”

“So I’m right then? It doesn’t?”

Why does he seem a little ashamed by that, his ears have drooped and he doesn’t want to look at me. Is he that used to always knowing about plants or is it that he’s worried about having lost his memories about it. 

“to be fair wild, I'm not entirely sure it exists in hyrule anyway. might just be something from my world.”

“what kind of tradition is it, do you miss it at all?”

“hmm, well it's mostly just fun… depends on who you're with really. Want me to show you what it is?”

he's perking up a bit now, still a little down but that should change in a moment seeing as he's nodding. 

“You sure? you don't even know what it is and you wanna go through with it?”

“You’re not making it sound like a good thing… Twi isn’t going to lecture us for this is he?”

“No, no of course not. Not unless he’s got a secret crush on me anyway.”

“Wha-”

Before he had a chance to respond, I already had a hand on his collar pulling him toward me. If he wants to learn about the mistletoe then what could possibly be better than experience. I’ve been wanting to kiss him for a while now too, so it’s a perfect excuse. His lips are so soft, incredible considering how he lives the shrine must’ve had some permanent effects after it all. Kissing him is awkward to say the least, the mixture of him being caught so off guard and the fact he’s frozen solid leads to a very quick attempt at a quick peck on the lips. 

Until it's over, and I've pulled away from him. It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't mildly disappointed by how little he reacted, maybe I was reading all the signs wrong and he simply didn't care for me like that. I should have given him more of a hint to what I was going to do, if he doesn't like me then it was simply cruel to force him to kiss me.

“I - sorry I didn't - I made you uncomfortable I should've told you what it was. I'm sorry link.”

“That’s the tradition then? Pressing your lips to someone elses?”

“Not quite - it’s to kiss whoever you’re standing under it with but I didn’t want to overwhelm you with...hu-!”

The disappointment must’ve shown on my face, or he just… did he just want to kiss me again? This time he’s the one taking the lead, holding my face so gently in his hands sliding his fingers slowly into my hair. The fact that he’s likely never kissed anyone makes it more clumsy, gently and softly he’s trying to find the best way to do it and I’m loving every second of it. Even despite it being the most uncertain kiss I’ve ever had… it’s taking my breath away simply how much care is going into it. Drawing a soft gasp from me too with how he’s biting faintly on my lips. 

Everything has to come to an end eventually though, as he pulls away with a smirk and the cutest blush I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ll have to devote a lot more of my time to flustering him from now on, there’s no possible way that I could go without seeing that at least once more in my life. I would rather the shadow simply kill me than be condemned to that fate. 

“That was -”

“Ishouldv’easkedI’msosor-”

“ - It was amazing link. Would you… if I asked would you do it again?” That seemed to be the final thing to fully overwhelm him, with his face going from being softly dusted with blush to being a scorching crimson while he’s trying to shy away in his own hair. If I didn’t think I could go without the one before, then I already know I’ll die if I don’t get to see it more often. It’s a shame he’s trying so hard to hide it, if only I could just…

“[Name]... What are you?”

“Oh! I um… I wasn’t thinking I just. I you look so cute and I just, you don’t need to hide yourself away from me link.”

Just a shaky breath and nuzzling his head on my hand in response. He can’t even look me in the eye. 

“Does this mean that you like the tradition though?”

this is evolving into a proper taglist now, if you'd like to join feel free to ask! - @sketchyspook, @fanfic-fairy-fountain, @mushroomwoods, @glowyskull

[keri-mcberry]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Thank you @sparxyv , @noelles-legacy , and @ccelicaa for the tags! It was fun getting to know more about you all on your posts, and it makes me happy that you thought of me 🫣

LAST SONG - I2I by Tevin Campbell from A Goofy Movie (my favorite movie of all time btw 💕)

FAVORITE COLOR - Sky Blue ☁️💙

CURRENTLY WATCHING - I mostly just watch YouTube haha! Right now, I'm watching the Baldur's Gate 3 cast play D&D ✨

LAST MOVIE - A Goofy Movie, which explains the song choice 🤭 My husband and I had a movie night with burgers and hot wings 😩👌

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY - Spicy 💯!! Although, I've been craving all things sweet, spicy, and savory lately 🍨🌶️🍔

RELATIONSHIP STATUS - Married 💞 My husband is the Slytherin to my Hufflepuff 💚💛 (as sappy as that sounds 😭) I'm his emotional support, while he inspires me to pursue things I initially thought were out of my reach. He has been incredible and supportive throughout this entire pregnancy, and I honestly have no idea how I'd get by without him 🥹

CURRENT OBSESSION - Hogwarts Legacy of course lmao... but also Animal Crossing New Horizons! My grandma and I have been obsessed ever since it released in 2020. She has over 4,000 hours on it 💀 Recently, I picked it back up and restarted my island. So that would explain my absence from HL content (sorry!) because I really want to impress her next time I see her LOL 😂

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED - "How to make CoCo Ichibanya Curry" because I'm craving it terribly, and I don't live in Japan anymore 💔

When I logged on this morning, I saw so many of these on my dash. So I lost track of who all has already done it 😅

@betheckart @syaolaurant @moonstruckmoony @ethniee @wrongcog @myokk @diana-bluewolf @faustinio27 @girl-named-matty

Even if you already did one or not feeling it, just know that I'm thinking of you! 🫶 I originally had a lot more than 9 people tagged and had to shorten it 😂 If anyone else would like to participate, then consider yourself TAGGED 🫵

[live-laugh-neteyam]

i saw that you're opening requests omfg i love your writing so im taking the opportunity!

neteyam tired and exhausted from his training and goes to seek reader to decompress, finds her then just straight up drops his body to her, nuzzling his nose to her neck and probably mutters smth like, "you're my comfort person" or smth, gets all cuddly and everything. reader is the only person who got to see neteyam like this

they're mutually pining best friends btw

bonus if neteyam didnt notice one of his siblings sitting in front of the reader 😭

im so sorry if this got too long 😭😭 tysm babe

My Comfort Person ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader

awwww thank you so much! 🥹🫶🏻

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pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: your best friend neteyam is a bit of a sleep cuddlier

words: 600

warnings/notes: none! pure tooth rotting fluff

After another long ass day filled with nothing but training Neteyam was exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement.

The only thing he wanted to do was to snuggle up and go to sleep. What he really wanted was to snuggle up with you.

His best friend was the only person who could immediately put him at ease. Nothing could top the tranquil feeling of holding you in his arms.

Neteyam trudged through home tree, his mind on autopilot. He was so groggy and exhausted he didn’t even know where he was going.

Your hands carefully worked at the bracelet you were holding. Gently weaving the material so as not to damage it. Stopping midway through you noticed that the beads you were using were very similar to the beads Neteyam was found of.

A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you thought of him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. But he was your best friend and nothing more.

"Why is your face like that?" Kiri asked unamused.

Eyes widening at being caught you tried to brush her off. "Like what?"

"Just admit that you were day dreaming about my brother so we can get back to our jewelry." She rolled her eyes.

You started to panic as you felt your entire face heat up. It wasn't that obvious, was it?

"I don't know what you're talking about." You nervously chuckled.

"Oh please," Kiri huffed. "The two of you have been pining after each other for years."

"You’re being dramatic. Neteyam doesn't see me that way." You frowned.

Kiri started laughing but quickly stopped when she saw your somber expression. "Wait, are you serious?” She asked.

"Yes Kiri! We're friends. Only friends. Neteyam would never return my feelings." You sighed.

"You must be blind." Kiri laughed. "He has been obsessed with you for years. To the point that it's alarming how much he talks about you."

"Seriously?"

"It's obvious to everyone but the two of you apparently."

Before you could argue with her the flap of your tent opened to reveal Neteyam himself. Kiri smirked giving you a knowing look.

Neteyam groggily made his way over to you. He looked liked he was half asleep, not even noticing Kiri as he passed her.

Neteyam plopped down next to you nuzzling his face into your neck. Inhaling your sweet scent immediately relaxed his tense body.

"What's wrong 'Teyam?" You softly asked while reaching your hand up to caresses his head.

"Tired." He mumbled against your skin. "Needed my comfort person."

Snuggling more into you his head found it's way onto your lap. He was hugging your arm to his chest.

You melted at the sight of him. He looked like a big comfy toddler. Seeing him like this wasn’t unusual. Despite the mighty warrior mask he wore, Neteyam loved physical touch. Whenever the two of you were alone he practically demanded that you cuddled.

But that was always when you were alone. He had never acted this way around anyone else. You were shocked that he was so relaxed with Kiri sitting right there. Usually you were the only one to see this side of him.

“Told you.” Kiri whispered.

Shushing her you waved her out. Neteyam had fallen asleep and the last thing you wanted was to wake him up.

Lovingly you admired his relaxed face as he slept. Gently you brushed his hair out of his face. A soft smile graced his lips as he begun to purr.

“Sleep well my mighty warrior.” You whispered.

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[red-might-be-dead]

hello hi here to force strange thoughts into your brain once again, this time about jrwi (wow who could’ve guessed)

been thinking about this for a little but it’s basically what i think some campaigns would be if not podcasts, i haven’t listened to some of the older ones so i’m sorry they’re not on here :(( if you have any ideas feel free to add them btw :DD

RIPTIDE!!!!! - really long animated series

not an anime though, no matter how much grizzly wants it, it would be an animation style where the characters could have very clearly different nose, face and body shapes, really pushing my riptide nose agenda here sorry, each episode would be like 20-40 minutes long and instead of coming out in seasons there would be massive gaps in between episodes, from 2-6 months long, to leave time for writers and animators to get stuff done (massive team of animators btw, i feel like it would be pretty successful)

PRIME DEFENDERS!! - comics

literally nothing else they could be, just really well made, well performing comics (i’ve already talked about this before you can stalk my talk tag if you really want to find it lmao), the comic company making them would be keeping well away from movies n shit btw

APOTHEOSIS!!! - i wasn’t really sure about this one to be honest

i had to ask my friend and she said anime which i don’t agree with but i can see it, i think maybe a short book series where each book is 150 - 300 pages and is about a different god they have to kill/a different episode, i think that works but if anyone has any better ideas please tell me :D!!

BLOOD IN THE BAYOU!!! - i hate to say it, i really do…

bitb would be a really long really good 80s horror book with strong homoerotic undertones, a satisfied fanbase and lots of active members in the community making fan comics, films, writing, theories and art ect… until well after the book came out……….. and then it would be made into the most egregious and awful live action movie you have ever seen, the most awful casting (like chris pratt as officer dudes….. throws up) and even worse sfx, oh yeah and the characters would be ruined and the story would become so butchered it wouldn’t make sense, they would do some shit like cut out becky so kian just kisses some random lady (removing both a really good and well written character and a layer of kian’s character that i think is super important) and make rolan really be an evil bug spy the whole time so rand has to kill him to save the town also add in a whole new sub plot that never existed like the rand family is secretly a long line of bug alien hunters or something fucking stupid like that and the entire fanbase would murder whoever thought re-writing the story was a good idea (ahaha can you tell ive been through something like this before ahahaha, character morals and motives being removed and whatnot ahahahhahahaha.)

anyways………

THE SUCKENING!!! - live action series

it would be well made though, unlike the bitb movie it would be its own original thing, have great makeup and effects also be well casted and well shot, well written, ect ect, it would bloody and gory and not suitable for people who can’t handle showing bones and organs all over everywhere, lots of shitty rip off merch would be made though and the fandom would be 99% gay little freaks (normal suckening enjoyers) and 1% homophobic straight white men who get mad whenever they see soda and emizel having gay sex on screen or whatever fag shit that biting thing was

again feel free to add your thoughts and ideas and shit in the reblogs it would be nice to read them :DD!!

[detshin]

uhm, how exactly will gosho develop the cousin thing in the manga.

I mean, I wouldn't know, honestly. What goes on in the mind of that man only he knows (and sometimes I doubt even that).

My opinion under the read more...

Personally, I've already stated many times that it's a trope I've liked and headcanoned for a long while now, and it's not like it's COMPLETELY out of the blue. The whole "they look the same" is a big factor, there have been references to them having some sort of "ancestor" in common, the Toichi and Yusaku tease was already there in the childhood case of Shinichi (where Toichi appeared and called Shinichi big bro btw 👀) and there was a time long ago that Gosho said something about it in an interview and that it was going to be talked about.

Anyway, point is, I could see this going in different ways. I would LOVE to see this being explored and dealt with nicely and seriously, but my hopes for that are low. He'll either just have it mentioned and never more explored or talked about (like with akemi and akai), or maybe in the mk manga now to talk about Toichi, I don't know?

Because honestly, I feel like people are getting hung up on the cousins thing and are forgetting about the confirmation of what we all have been fearing and it's that Toichi is indeed alive and both of Kaito's parents suck ass. And what scares me is the possibility of it being comedic or Kaito being okay with it or something when he deserves to have that be explored. He became a criminal because of it! And his parents know and aren't doing ANYTHING!

I've said this before, MK is not as shits and giggles as it seems. Story is pretty darn dark if you think about it. Kaito is one of if not THE most solitary (lonely) character of the dcmk universe. He is not as the fandom tends to represent him sometimes. That's not Kaito. The over the top, flirty, pompous one is Kid. It's a mask. A facade. Kaito is not like that, he is just a teen who is struggling to make real connections with people and who is terrified of being found out as a criminal and cannot for the life of him let people IN because they'll see right through him and whose "dead" dad taught him NOT TO SHOW HIS EMOTIONS.

Kaito NEEDS some support. Jii alone is not enough. His own parents have lied to him his entire life and he's constantly alone, grieving for something that is not real. He has Aoko, but he CAN'T let her in completely for obvious reasons. Hakuba's there, but same thing. And I'm sorry but Akako I don't really think counts either, he actively seems not to really even like her or whatever...

MY POINT IS. If Kaito can get some new family members that could support him... Why refuse it, no? I'm not talking about Yusaku because he's also been keeping him in the dark and all and hasn't really seemed to do anything about it. But Yukiko (yes I'm choosing to believe she's also oblivious to Kaito being put in that situation) and Shinichi? Oh, those two could do wonders for someone like Kaito, in my opinion. Because Yukiko is Yukiko (she was born to be the cool aunt), and Shinichi is... Well... Shinichi. He could understand Kaito and actively show him support and help. They COULD be amazing as family.

Now it's all just a matter of... Does Gosho WANT to go that deep into this? Or is he going to continue to disregard Kaito's suffering and not give him anyone to lean on?

Anyway, cousins Kaito and Shinichi rule!

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hello there glad to see you have your blog back may I ask for an reaction of the HLC +professors with an MC who has their right side of their face burned and their right arm gone from the battle of the final resptory (btw fig is alive the f.f.f must stay alive aka Father. Figure. Fig)

A/N: I made MC's situation part of the canon game ending, with the exception of Fig. F.F.F.F!(Father Figure Fig Forever!) Cut because long

HLC REACT TO MC BEING PERMANENTLY DISFIGURED

WARNING: physical and mental trauma, end game spoilers

The final battle with Ranrok had left MC with more than just emotional scars. The whole right side of their face was marred and their right eyes was entirely blackened. Jagged bright red scars ran across MC's chest from their shoulder to their abdomen and their right arm was completely gone. Due to the nature of the dark magic that damaged MC's body, these scars would never heal even with magic.

MC had been in the hospital wing for several days, Head Nurse Blainey taking care of them personally. MC would drift in and out of consciousness, in and out of pain, and in and out of bouts of screaming. They would see that dragon every time they closed their eyes. The last thing they remember was a grand bright light in their last ditch effort to contain the dark magic after Ranrok fell. They didn't know that they were successful and everything is all right. Hogwarts is safe. Their friends are safe.

After three days of intensive healing, MC finally started coming around. They could awake long enough to have short conversations. Nurse Blainey notified the staff immediately and word eventually spread to the students that MC was alive.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He doesn't give a rat's ass if the hospital wing is off limits at the moment. Threaten him with points taken away, detention or even expulsion, he is going to see MC. He sprints to their bed and goes to hold their hand. But it isn't there. He's shaken and kneel's next to them before he falls down.

"You're alright...you're alive." He was at a loss for words. The last time he had conversed with MC, he had been thanking them for not sending him to Azkaban. They were one of the few friends he had left, and here they were, lying in the hospital wing with half their body blown off. He wasn't sure what to do, and that bothered him.

OMINIS GAUNT: He doesn't quite go running to MC. He's still on the fence about them. He does eventually visit them to at least wish them well. He doesn't fully understand what happened to them. They never extensively explained the whole ancient magic thing to him. As far as most anyone at the school knows, there was a goblin attack and it took half the professors and MC to fight them off.

ANNE SALLOW: She doesn't hear about MC personally. Just that there was a serious incident at Hogwarts through the Daily Prophet. She was far away from Hogwarts valley. Trying to find peace away from Feldcroft.

IMELDA REYES: She sits casually next to MC and looks them over, they're still covered in bandages. "Those goblins really did a number on you." She notices their missing arm. "I wouldn't worry about that too much. There are quite a few amputee quidditch players. You'll have to learn how to rebalance, though. I can teach you."

NATSAI ONAI: She brings them a bottle of butterbeer. She figured it would be a nice change of pace from just water. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, MC." MC told her not to apologize. They wouldn't want to risk this happening to her. She'd already taken the torture curse for them.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He brings some sweets as a get well present. He's horrified by what's happened to them. He's never heard of injuries so extensive that magic couldn't heal. It must have been some intense dark magic. The next time he's in the library, he's looking up potions that could regrow limbs.

LEANDER PREWETT: He visits along with Lucan, he was nervous to see them by himself. Wasn't sure what he'd say. They weren't exactly close, but he was worried when he heard about what happened to them. Even brought them some flowers he picked out on the flying lawn. He hopes they're able to attend the final feast at the end of the year.

AMIT THAKKAR: He tries to comfort MC by telling them that they won't have to worry about missing notes for astronomy. They're welcome to all of his. Not much he can do about their O.W.L's though. They are getting an extension on the exams, right? MC really can't be expected to go through all of this and then immediately take exams.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He doesn't see them until they're out of the hospital wing. When he does, he nearly jumps out of his skin. They look awful! Sorry. That came out before he could stop it. He'll bombard them with questions over what happened to them. All he's been hearing are rumors and they range from MC fighting an entire goblin army single-handedly to giant flobberworms causing earthquakes under Hogwarts.

POPPY SWEETING: She's been handling all the beasts with Deek while MC has been away. When she goes to see them, she holds their good hand and tells them she's glad they're alright. If there's anything she can do for them, let her know.

LUCAN BRATTLBY: For what it's worth, he thinks battle scars are brilliant. Anyone looking at them will know that they've seen some shit and not to mess with them. He does hope they're left-handed though, relearning how to use your wand with your non-dominant hand is rough. It's like starting over.

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ELEAZAR FIG: He's in the hospital wing as well, in the bed across from MC. His injuries weren't as extensive, but he would likely need to use a cane for the rest of his life. He took a rather nasty fall when the cliff crumbled. He's the first person after nurse Blainey to know that MC was going to be all right. As soon as he's able, he's in a chair next to their bed to greet them when they are fully cognitive again. He tells them that they did it. Ranrok is gone. The magic was resealed. They saved the world.

No matter what happens next for MC, he promises to be there for them through it. Even the powers of dark magic couldn't take him away from them.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She has a very long talk with Eleazar before MC is conscious. She's more than a little upset about all of this being kept from her until it was almost too late to stop Ranrok. She doesn't blame MC in the slightest, but gives Eleazar a verbal reckoning.

When MC awakens, she expresses her gratitude. Their bravery would make Godric himself proud. In light of their circumstances, they will receive an extension on their O.W.L's to give them time to heal and properly study for them, without the looming threat of the end of the world.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She wasn't in the cave, but stayed up in the school to make sure no goblins got close up top. She also praises them for their bravery. She's had more than her fair share of fights with dark wizards in the past. Going up against them is no easy feat for adults, let alone those still in school.

AESOP SHARP: He sees the scars. He sees MC's missing arm. It pains him to see this happen to them. Such life-changing injuries and memories. He knows exactly what they're going through. He can help them work through it, and hopefully avoid some of the mistakes he's made.

ABRAHAM RONEN: It breaks his heart to see MC like this. They were filled with so much life, now they can barely crack a smile without wincing in pain. He will do his damnedest to make sure they are still treated fairly by the staff and students. Anyone that so much as looks at MC wrong will know just how mean he can be.

MIRABEL GARLICK: She brings a bouncing bulb. The small plant starter is extremely entertaining when one is bored stuck in the hospital. Trust her on this. She wants MC to have something to play with while they have nothing to do. She tries not to look at the injuries. She doesn't want to make them uncomfortable by thinking she's staring.

MUDIWA ONAI: Not to be ironic, but she wishes she had seen this coming. Ranrok, the repository, the goblins, any of it. She wishes she could have warned MC. She was so distracted by her concern for her daughter and conforming to her new environment, she was blindsided by the future. She is so terribly sorry.

BAI HOWIN: She wants MC to know that losing a limb is not as much of a detriment in the wizarding world as it is in the Muggle world. She knows many a colleague that have had more than one limb ripped off or bitten off and are still perfectly capable members of society. They shouldn't worry too much.

DINAH HECAT: Like Sharp, she's all too aware of what MC is going through. The irreversible damage dark magic can take on one's mind and body can take their toll on even the strongest witch or wizard. MC needs support right away to avoid potential self-destruction.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He floats on by to wish MC good health. Although, should the worst have happened, the Hogwarts ghosts are always willing to welcome another into their ranks.

SATYAVATI SHAH: What they did was foolish. Defending Hogwarts should have been left to the staff and MC should have never been put in the position they were in. To be so scarred by life so young. It's tragic. She hopes this doesn't stop them from continuing their education to give themselves a strong foundation for a good life.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: The paperwork to the ministry over this situation has been an absolute nightmare. The goblins getting past Hogwarts charms by going underneath it, half of his staff having to defend the place, and one of his students being horrifically injured made for a long report. He only complains behind closed doors. Even he's not such a horrible person to tell MC off while they're in the hospital.

[kinokoshoujoart]

CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.

i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).

in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona

in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop

more iconic Leona Moments

when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”

aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)

neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)

once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw

leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….

in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it

in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”

leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event

it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms

“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that

“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative

if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling

oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)

and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!

when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3

also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”

if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)

i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes

shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)

she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened

they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor

also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god

they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”

romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)

btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle

there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Bigots and Failed Promises of Mass Effect games

(I had this thing in my drafts for almost a month, and it would have stayed there if not for the wonderful post by @androidtrashfire, because I saw it, and I was like: "Fuck it, I have to rant about these games." I love Mass Effect, and I really think we should critique it. We should criticize things we love because silence = compliance.)

So I was talking to @liss-art recently about the bigoted fans in the Mass Effect fandom, and I think I need to make a post about it because it's something that really, truly bothers me, and it needs to be addressed.

Canon

Mass Effect is a story about deeply flawed people with a lot of problems, and through them it touches on issues like xenophobia, sexism, corruption, elitism, morality, identity. That's why we like it, right? But why are there so many bigots in the fandom? My theory is that it happens because Mass Effect, for all its supposed complexity, only touches on these issues without giving any meaningful commentary on them.

Here are a few obvious examples:

The Quarians are a distasteful allegory of the Roma people (right down to their accents). They are persecuted and ostracized for creating Geth, but the game never gives us any socio-political reasons why the Quarians did that. They just developed real AI because they were naive and stupid? Or because they were the only ones smart enough to do it? Did they do it in secret? Why did other races not make the same mistake?

Same with the Batarians. Yes, the game mentions tensions between humans and Batarians because humans try to claim territories that Batarians think are theirs, but that's about it. Batarians are all racist slave traders and they're bad, don't think about it, here's some memes about 300,000 of them dying, good job. And yes, I know you can read more about their history in the Codex (why is it an Asari who writes about Batarian history,btw?), but it's basically the same thing as saying D*mbledore is gay (I really am sorry for this reference). If no one ever mentions this rich Batarian history, then it doesn't exist.

And please don't get me started on Hanar. They "mercifully" saved the Drell by inviting them to their planet, immediately assimilated them into their own faith and also put them in conditions where they have to train as assassins from the ripe old age of 6 and eventually die of sci-fi lung cancer. But don't worry about it, Drell actually love to serve the Hanar, they do it willingly and consider their servitude an honor. Do you really want to criticize some stupid jellyfish who talk funny? Do you really want to talk about why the so-called Council races do nothing about it? LOL

Another thing the trilogy does is present entire races, including humans, as amorphous blobs. Do all Asari believe in the same "goddess"? Do all Turians obey the same Primarch? Well, what's important is that all humans in this bright future speak English.

But what about the genophage? That's a profound story, right? Well, not really, and it raises more questions than it answers. We hear a lot about how brutal, aggressive, and short-tempered Krogans are, but every single Krogan we meet is extremely well-mannered, and they only resort to violence against other races in dire circumstances. So why not save them? Does the game really present you with this moral dilemma or not?

And can anyone tell me why Salarians are allowed to abduct and experiment on sentient beings, and why Turians are allowed to wage wars? Why does no one talk about Asari in this context?

I really want to say that at least the characters are well written, but I can't because they're not.

Kaidan is a good example of this. We are told about his implant, we are told that he has chronic pain, but do we see him suffer from it? Do we see him in those moments of weakness and vulnerability?

The scene where he gets annoyed with Jenkins acting like he's a circus monkey who has to do a trick and biotically throws a cup at him was cut from the game. We occasionally hear him mention some of the side effects of his migraines ("Too many lights, too much noise"), but that's about it. What has happened to "show, don't tell"? And no, I'm not saying that the writers should feed me the story or walk me through it. What I am saying is that if you gloss over your characters' mistakes, flaws, and circumstances, you're getting people to ignore them. Do people who call Kaidan "boring" and insult him think about how his chronic pain, his trauma from Brain Camp, and the loss of Jenkins and Ashley affect who he is? Hell no.

Thane is another great example. What Mass Effect is telling us as a story is that you can completely abandon your family and your child and be forgiven if your reason for doing it is good and heroic enough. Like avenging your dead wife, because of course there has to be a dead woman thrown somewhere.

Everyone's favorite Garrus (mine too) is a cop whose character arc basically consists of deciding that he is above the law (since the law forbids him from killing people he thinks should die) and then involving his squadmate/friend/partner (depending on your playthrough) in the public assassination of his former squadmate, whom he never even bothered to confront first. Are there any consequences for Garrus for his actions? No. Again, it's all glossed over, and that's unfortunate because it removes the conflict and therefore the character development and depth.

And if you're going to tell me that ME is just a space opera, and that I should just enjoy the spectacle and the romance, then I'm going to tell you that I know that, and that I think it's a wonderful spectacle, and that some of the romance subplots are absolutely amazing story-wise, but the superficial commentary (or lack thereof) on the most important issues that ME covers actually harms the audience.

Fandom

On the one hand, we have people making mods that remove all the clothes from all the female characters (or remove all of femShep's organs and replace them with giant tits). We have people reposting that horrible, horrible art of Miranda and Jack fighting, tearing each other's hair and clothes, and maleShep smirking and saying "I should stay". We have people who say ME2 is the best game in the series because "there are no f*gs". On the other hand, we have people saying things like "there are two Commander Shepards - female and the wrong one". We have people who say "only weird people play as dudebro in 2024". We have people who think that simply playing as a female character is some kind of feminist statement, and that it makes them better and smarter than everyone else (the same people who use the term "dude gamer" as an insult). And all of those things are kind of the trilogy's fault.

Both maleShep and femShep have the same story. The only differences are the romance options, sexist remarks directed only at femShep, and flirtations from various NPCs directed only at femShep. What this tells you is that sexism exists in the Mass Effect universe, and only women suffer from it. It also tells you that only women are worth flirting with.

Another thing this game does (and modern games like Cyberpunk do the same thing) is equate the female experience to the male experience by giving both femShep and maleShep the same lines.

So there are some mixed signals here. Sexism exists and doesn't exist in this universe, Shepard is both genderless and very gendered, romances with underdeveloped characters are all over the place, and bigots thrive in this kind of environment.

The lack of commentary, the lack of perspective, the disastrous worldbuilding allows you to freely choose your sexist, racist adventure and not be punished by the story in any way.

Mirrors

There's a passage from Solaris that I absolutely adore and think about often.

"We don't want to conquer the cosmos, we simply want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the frontiers of the cosmos. […] We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is."

I think that perfectly describes what Mass Effect is as a universe. And in a way, it's a reason why it's so compelling. It's just empty enough for us to invest in it, to fill in the blanks of that narrative with the stories of our own. And it's also a reason why this fandom is a fucking hellscape.