#thank you for asking and sorry for rambling

[kuronarnze]

a/n: another sae oneshot... I think I have an obsession with writing sae 💔💔 enjoy reading !!

Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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"If we had more time"

In which... you and Sae fall in love again after years apart—

only to realize he was never yours to keep.

Just borrowed time…

and a goodbye written in his own handwriting.

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You and Sae had always been an odd match.

He was quiet. You were not.

He was precise, cold, and blunt. You were warm, expressive, and full of life.

And yet, somehow—you fit.

In the cracks between his schedule and silence, he let you in.

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You met again in Tokyo after years apart. He’d just returned from Spain. You were working nearby. The first time he saw you again, he didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

You raised a brow. “What, no ‘long time no see’?”

He blinked. “You’re taller.”

You snorted. “So are you. And more awkward.”

He didn’t deny it. But you saw the edge of his mouth twitch. That was his version of a smile. You missed that.

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The weeks passed. He asked to see you more often.

Sometimes you met at a quiet café.

Other days, you just walked in silence, listening to the city breathe around you.

You never talked about the past—not the sudden distance, not the pain.

You didn’t need to.

Sae showed his love in little ways.

An umbrella waiting at your door before the rain started.

A scarf handed to you without a word when the wind got colder.

Him sitting beside you quietly, letting your voice fill the air as you rambled about your day.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was real.

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One night, while watching the stars from the rooftop of his apartment, he looked over and whispered,

“If I asked you to stay with me, would you?”

You blinked, confused. “Stay with you?”

“Here. In Tokyo. Even if I leave again for matches. Even if I’m gone more than I’m here.”

You swallowed.

“If it means being with you… yes.”

He turned away, and you saw it—his eyes glistened. Just for a second.

“Good,” he said softly. “That’s good.”

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The next few days were perfect.

He kissed your forehead before matches.

Left little notes for you when he knew you’d sleep in.

He held your hand like he never wanted to let go.

You should’ve known.

The way he stared at you a little too long.

The way he held you tighter each night.

The way he whispered “I love you” with something like desperation in his voice.

You should’ve known.

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It came on a rainy Wednesday.

You woke up and the apartment was quiet.

His jacket was gone.

No note.

No calls.

Nothing.

You called his phone—no answer.

You tried the team. They said he was “on leave.”

Leave?

Panic began to bloom.

And then—

a small letter arrived at your door, sealed in Sae’s handwriting.

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I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner.

I didn’t want to ruin what we had.

But I’ve known for months now.

There’s something wrong with my heart.

Not metaphorically. Literally.

The doctors in Spain told me it’s degenerative. That I might have a few years, maybe less, if untreated.

The only way to live is to step away from the game. From the world I built everything on.

But I’m selfish. I wanted just a little more time with you.

I wanted to love you once in this lifetime.

Even if it meant disappearing before it got worse.

Please don’t wait for me.

Please don’t hate me.

Thank you for giving me the happiest version of myself, even if it was borrowed time.

— Sae

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Your fingers trembled.

The room swam.

You didn’t know if he was in Spain. If he was in surgery.

If he was okay. If he was—

No.

You refused to believe it.

You held the letter to your chest and whispered,

“I would’ve stayed, Sae. I would’ve stayed even if you had no time left at all.”

But he was gone.

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Sometimes you still see him.

In the rain, under umbrellas.

On rooftops, in stars.

You don’t know if he’s alive or if he just didn’t want you to see him fade.

But every year, on the anniversary of that letter, you receive a single envelope.

No return address. No name.

Just a pressed flower.

Your favorite kind.

And a postcard that says:

“Still thinking of you.”

You were his peace. He was your heart.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough—even if the story never got to finish the way it was supposed to.

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aw hell yeah I'm sick and angst is my medicine 😈 I'm not so good at writing angst sooo this is prob my like uh 3rd? 4th? 5th? Angst fic !! Thank you sm for reading & have a nice day 🫶💗 THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING ANON !!

[modmad]

ive definitely sent you a similar ask before so sorry if its redundant but i just. I need you so much to know how i adore your stories, especially tpoh. I started reading it in 8th grade (in the US thats like 13 years old) and now im 17 and about to start my final year of highschool. Im so happy to have had a piece of media with such good themes of hope and creativity and inventing ones self to get me through my good (but a little rocky) formative years.

Fun fact: if i remember correctly, Julienne and Melody are the first wlw couple i ever saw in any sort of media. Seeing them really helped me come to terms with the idea of liking women, but your depiction of women as a whole throughout the comic helped me learn that Girls Are Cool and I like being one. your weird and unique characters also made me feel better about being neurodivergent and just a little. different and kinda ostracized from my peers. I really like your little freaks and i relate to almost every one of them in some way.

anyways im just rambling lol thanks for being cool and know that your work has a huge impact on someone.

(another fun fact: i did not notice that Hero was british until several chapters in, so all of the characters talk with an american accent in my head. sorry not sorry rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🏈🏈🏈🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸)

HELL YEAAHHH also that's very funny to me. everyone american now

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can I be honest

I need more subby James I really do

like imagine him FINALLY letting you ride him (his face or dick whatever you want to go with) and at first he’s liking it, you know still somewhat dominant as he tells you to continue

BUUUUT as you start to feel yourself a bit more and no longer listen to him he starts to lose control GIVING YOU DOMINANCE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING

he literally just becomes so subby and needy it almost makes you laugh, but it turns you on so much seeing him beg and sob for more just like he’s made you do MULTIPLE TIMES

I apologize I got carried away 😛

A/n: I see you all the time on my blog so here’s a thanks for all your support Pookie

Warnings: Smut, riding, face riding heavily implied, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d been dating James publicly for over a year, he was rather shy about your relationship and liked keeping his private life private, but you were open and loved talking about it. You’d been dating for almost three years now, keeping most things under wraps, but something slipped recently.

“Jamie?” You called after getting back from shopping, where you were stopped for a quick interview.

“Bedroom.” James called back, he hadn’t really woken up yet. Metallica just got back from a long leg of the tour, he was tired and suffering greatly from jet lag.

You ran up to him and crawled into bed next to him, hiding under his arm as he lay on his stomach. “Jamie, quick question,” you started. James got up, holding himself up just enough to reach his glass of water on the nightstand. “Why can’t I ride you?” He choked on his water.

“The fuck kind of question is that first thing in the morning?” He grumbled, staring at you wide eyed and brows furrowed, confused beyond anything.

You rolled over, staying close to him. “Ok, it’s well past noon, for starters.” You said, he rolled his eyes and adjusted so he was on his back, arm under your head now. “And, um, I did a thing.” James was quiet a moment.

“You did a thing?” He asked, not looking at you. “You did what thing?”

You chewed your cheek, recalling the earlier events to him.

You left a favourite store of yours, bags in tow, and were walking down the road feeling happy with your new purchases. A younger man came up to you, holding his phone out in one hand and a pocket sized mic in the other.

“Sorry to bother you,” he started, “you’re y/n, right? James Hetfield’s girlfriend?” You smiled proudly and nodded. “Would you mind giving me a short interview?” You agreed, forgetting your tendency to ramble.

He asked one question and that led to another and you were off. “James is great! He gives me everything I could need and I return the favour.” You said with a wink.

The young man grinned. “Is that so?” He asked, he didn’t care about James but that’s all you were thinking about. “Care to tell us a bit about his favourite favours?”

“You told him what?!” James yelled, sitting up. Your lips pursed into a pout.

“I’m sorry, James! I got carried away…” You mumbled, sitting up with him. He couldn’t stay mad at you, but he could be mad at you.

“You just let the whole fucking world know how you get fucked.” He bit.

“No, I didn’t!” You exclaimed, pausing before continuing. “I told them how I don’t get fucked.” James glared at you for a long several moments. “Jamie, it’s not that bad, all I said was that I’ve never ridden you.” His expression hardened.

“Not that bad?” He repeated. “Not that bad- you are telling people about our sex life!” You chewed your cheek, gaze wandering.

“Not to, uh, change the subject, but-“ James was already flopping back over in bed, turning his back to you and laying on your side. “-is there a reason you won’t let me ride you? Like, your thigh is fine, but we’ve gotten pretty close to actually doing it, you always flip me over.” James was quiet for a long several moments. “Jamie?”

“I’m just wondering if you’re really thick enough to be asking me that right now.” He grumbled, not bothering to look at you. You stared at him a moment longer before laying behind him and resting your chin on his shoulder. He let out a soft sigh. “I love you.” He muttered, knowing that’s all you needed.

“I love you, too, Jamie…” he knew there was more. “Please? Just once, and I’ll never ask again… you’re sexy when you’re mad.” You pecked his cheek, a smile crossing his face when you called him sexy. Ever the ego on this man.

“I’m not just a faucet you can turn on and off again.” He mumbled.

You shifted closer to him, a hand on his side and rubbing him slow, moving down. “Please, daddy, hah, fuck~” James shot you a look at your fake moaning, you smiled proudly right back at him.

“Alright, get over here.” You laughed as he rolled on top of you, attacking your neck with messy kisses.

After rolling around and James asking repeatedly to just let him fuck you, you were both naked and you were straddling his lap, hands planted firmly on his chest and hovering over him. James’s hands were on your hips, holding you tight. “You know, this doesn’t undo the interview, right?” He asked, thumbs rubbing small circles onto your sides.

“Yeah, I know, but it might make you feel better.” You mused, leaning down and rolling your hips on his cock. He let out a low groan as he slid between your wet folds. “I’ll make you feel really good~” the second groan was higher, closer to a moan, but you didn’t say anything.

He guided your hips, sinking you down on his cock and helping lift you up and down slowly. James’s face went bright red, blush creeping down his neck and to his chest. “That-that’s good, just keep-keep doing that, babygirl.” James said, trying to maintain control but it was getting harder. He couldn’t let people ride him, he learned that one fast; he lost all control and became a whimpering, moaning, whining mess. He felt pathetic afterwards, he just couldn’t do it.

His eyes trailed down your body, watching your tits bounce, the muscles in your legs working to bounce you up and down, his cock stretching your cunt, all perfectly in view for him. You looked down and saw that belly bulge you loved so much, always made you feel so full. “Fuck, Jamie, look~” You purred, pressing on the bump, a gasp leaving you as you did.

James bit his lip, watching your every move. His brows knit together, ears peeking at the sound of your thighs clapping on his stomach. His head fell back with a huff, hips bucking up into you, not thrusting like he usually did, there was not aim to fuck you, it was an instinctive reaction followed by a whine.

James swallowed thickly. “That- you’re doing so good, sweetheart, just- a-a little faster now.” He urged, forcing his hips to stay still.

You stared at him, not slowing in your movements but taking in his state. A grin spread across your face. “Jamie, how are you feeling?” You asked, his hands were barely guiding you now, making you do more work but it was worth it to see this kind of reaction.

He opened his mouth to speak but all the came out was a whine. “Ngh-! Fuck, look so-so pretty right now.” He mumbled, eyes trailing over you again, taking in every inch.

“Yeah?” You asked, rolling your hips now, nice and slow for him. “You look really, really good right now, pretty boy.” He whine at that too. “So noisy.” You leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, letting his sounds fill your mouth. Your hand gliding up his side, reaching his chest and finding his nipple, all pink and perky. You flicked it and he let out the sweetest whimper you’d ever heard. “Want me to do it again?” You asked.

“Yes, please, mommy.” He blurted without even thinking, it made your cunt clench.

“Oh, that’s a very good boy.” You purred, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer, pinching it roughly so his back was arching off the bed. He was gasping and whining, pleading for you to let him cum. “Already? You wanna cum before mommy?” You asked. “And so soon, poor boy can’t handle feeling so good.” Your lips pursed in a mocking pout. “Why don’t we just stop all together?” You asked, lifting your hips until just his tip was in you still.

James’s eyes shot open wide, panic setting in at the thought of stopping when he was so close already. “No! No, please, mommy, want it so bad, please! I-I can make you cum, I can-“ he was cut off when you slammed yourself back onto him, your own eyes rolling as his cock hit you perfectly. A loud moan ripped from him, hitting your ears like a song. “Just like that, please, mommy.” He whined, eyes filling with tears.

Again you lifted your hips, not only because he wanted you to but because it felt so good. You fell again, it only took a few more, each one drawing out an increasingly desperate whine out of him, before he came, filling you completely with his cum. You kept riding him, slower now, just to let him ride out his high.

When his body was twitching and tears were rolling down his cheeks you moved, getting off his cock and moving up the bed, hovering over his face and dripping cum over him. “Be a good boy and clean up the mess you made in mommy.” You said, sitting yourself on his face.

[bigblueworld]

welcome to the nerds club

context: there’s a new guy, he’s tall..annoyingly handsome and very smart. and quiet..sorta. you have a tiny crush(TINY) and your coworkers LOVE him.

the first part of this au! i rlly hope u guys enjoy it as i enjoy writing it! pls send reqs and any ideas u have for any new au’s or readers! love u guys!

the field museum in chicago, illinois opened at 9:00 am, but you always showed up at least 30 minutes before opening to do a little walkthrough of your exhibits, and others.

you had a tour today with kids on a field trip, you liked kids. you just hoped that they weren’t wild.

the lights showed brightly on the masks, vases, and different equipment that human kind had made and created in the past. you stood and stared, your head tilted slightly as it usually was when looking at the exhibits.

you saw a few of your coworkers and with a soft smile you said you’re good mornings.

your work best friend; clark sidled up next to you.

“every morning..i know EXACTLY where to find you. you’re always staring at this one.” clark said with an eyebrow raised as she looked at you.

the exhibit in question was of the mummies, in their sarcophagus. laying in their eternal sleep.

the ancient egyptians always had you mesmerized and you always loved learning about them.

“s’just..i really like this exhibit.” you said softly as you looked at clark.

clark huffed out a soft laugh, “well..we got a new guy.” she didnt notice how your head whipped to the side.

“a new guy?”

“yeah..he’s a paleontologist or he will be working in that section.” clark shrugged and turned to walk away. you sped up until you matched walking speed with her.

it was 10 minutes till opening.

“his name is rafe..also forewarning i heard he has a dog. but apparently he went to one of the top colleges for paleontology which is like hecka cool. he’s mad smart, or so i’ve heard. i think..he’s in his early twenties. honestly no clue…” clark rambled on about the new guy

you nodded and softly acknowledged with “mhm” and “wow” just to pretend you were listening.

you and staff were very close-knit so new people were always big news.

“is he starting today?” you asked

“nah, but he will be showing up today just to take a look around and go through training and stuff…i think.” clark answered

you nodded along and kept walking.

“you have a tour today..right y/n?”

“yep. middle schoolers…my favorite.” you spoke slightly sarcastically.

its not that you didn’t like the middle schoolers..they could just be a..bit much at times. nothing you couldn’t handle.

as you kept walking, your head was down and once you looked up you slammed into something that was as hard as a brick wall.

but before you fell on your ass, a hand darted out to grab your forearm to stop you from falling. you heard clark gasp..and then she had the audacity to chuckle.

“hey..you alright?” the voice spoke. it was smooth like honey falling off the ladle, spoken quiet enough that you almost had to strain your ears to hear it.

you stood up and brushed yourself off, “uh yeah..thanks. im sorry i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

your eyes took in the guy in front of you. he was tall. his hair was gelled back, and he looked very nice if you did say so yourself. you watched him push his glasses up further and thats when your eyes caught his. a deep blue, like when there’s a storm rolling across the ocean. yet clear enough that you could look through and catch glimpses of what is in its embrace.

thats when you felt something nudge your hand. you looked down a puppy who looked like it jumped right out of 101 dalmatians was panting softly and licked gently at your hand.

“t-that’s strata. he’s nice..he’s sorta like an emotional support dog.” the guy stammered softly before gently tugging the puppy back. strata sat back on his haunches and stared up at the guy as he licked his muzzle softly.

“my name’s rafe.”

“so YOUR THE NEW GUY!” clark exclaimed and bounded up next to you, nudging your shoulder. clark held her hand out for him to shake.

“name’s clark, nice to meet you rafe.” they shook hands and he smiled. your eyes narrowed slightly. his smile was like the sun finally peaking out from behind the clouds.

clark gave you a nudge again, and you blinked. rafe was staring at you almost expectantly.

“oh! uh..my name’s y/n. nice to meet you rafe.” you took his hand and shook it firmly.

“heard you work in paleontology.” clark and her endless information on other people.

“yes i do! i went to university of chicago for my degree.” he said with another gentle smile.

“oh wow..that’s cool. im just a regular old staff butt..y/n here is an expert in anthropology.” clark nudged your shoulder again, and you shot her a glare.

rafe looked at you again, his eyes taking you in. you stared back, almost like you couldn’t stop staring. he was a pretty boy…

“yes, i am still studying anthropology. but i have my bachelor’s.”

you looked at the clock. it was time for opening.

“clark. it’s opening.” you whispered in her ear.

rafe shuffled on his feet, and the dalmatian puppy; strata nudged his hand. your eyes darted over as you watched rafe’s hand gently stroke the puppy’s head.

“well..it was nice to meet you rafe. but i have a tour to give today.” you said with a soft smile.

“uh wait! can i tag along. im supposed to do a little walkthrough with at least one section today.” you rose your eyebrows.

“uhh..yeah sure.” you nodded and then softly said goodbye to clark who was looking between you and rafe with a sly smile.

rafe nodded. and he pushed up his glasses again.

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remember when you said that you hoped the middle schoolers weren’t going to be wild…they were.

as soon as they saw strata it was like everything went out the window. you took your tour group through each exhibit. carefully and meticulously explaining each and every time period with expertise.

you would catch rafe’s eyes as he watched you talk. it was like he was looking through a text book. trying to read you.

then there were times when you would stop walking to point out something to the group, and rafe would be looking at something else.

he was distracting you. god he was so tall..and annoyingly handsome. he knew how to clean up.

he was like a greek statue. carved and polished to perfection.

see..distracting.

you answered questions with great expertise, and sometimes the kids would ask really dumb ones that almost had you face palming.

a hand in the very back rose as you stopped in front of your favorite exhibit in the egyptian section.

“yes?”

“why did they place the bodies in sarcophagus and mummify them instead of burying them?”

it was rafe who asked the question and you cocked an eyebrow. he was smart enough to know the answer.

“because egyptians believed in life after death. they thought that the soul or as they called it the ka, ba, and akh. needed the physical body in order to return to within the afterlife. by burying the body would then decay; leaving the soul to be lost forever. and your question about the mummification. by being mummified it allows the body to be preserved for thousands of years.” you answered expertly but kept going, “the process of mummification keeps the body intact so then the soul could recognize the body and reunite.”

rafe tilted his head, his dog doing the same. you cocked an eyebrow and the kids murmured around you about the information. you liked that it awed them.

he opened his mouth to ask another question, “well why the sarcophagus?”

you sighed softly and gestured to the sarcophagi.

“the ancient egyptians put them in the sarcophagus because it provided extra protection from thieves and the elements. decorated by spells, names, and art. but in tombs the richer egyptians were placed in stone sarcophagi. which are usually in pyramids.” you said with a soft shrug.

“good question rafe.” you said with a soft smile.

what you didn’t know is that some of your coworkers saw the exchange. they all knew that there was a new guy, and now they put a face to a name. they ALSO noticed that you were with a group.

your coworkers spoke in hushed tones to each other:

“is that the new guy?”

“clark said she saw him…i think that’s him.”

“okay, so tell me why i think that y/n and the new guy would be cute together?”

“i can see it, i can see it.”

—

it was lunch now. the middle schoolers were all conversing with each other about what else they were hoping to see.

you had a soft smile on your face as you ate what you packed for your lunch. out of the corner of your eye you saw rafe sit down. strata at his side. the puppy was laid down; head on his paws.

“that was really interesting.” he spoke softly. his voice like river water over stones in a creek.

“you think so?” you asked.

“yeah. us as humans are interesting. the evolution of us throughout the ages within everything is fascinating.”

you’re soft smile turned into a beaming one, you blushed. he thought that what you were trying to teach these kids were interesting.

“i think me and you are gonna get along fine rafe.”

“i..uh. i think so too.”

your eyes took him all in again. putting him under a microscope, taking notes in your mental journal.

you watched him reach in his pocket, and he pulled out a treat. strata’s collar jingled softly as he sat up.

rafe held out the treat and you watched as the puppy licked from his palm and let out a soft bark.

“good boy strata.”

“he seems like he’s a good dog.”

“yeah. he’s doing pretty good today around all these people.”

you nodded in agreement.

“well, i gotta finish this tour. it was nice meeting you rafe. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

rafe nodded, almost a little too fast. you watched as a little red tinged the tips of his ears and you smiled.

“welcome to the nerds club, rafe.” you said as you got up and threw your stuff away.

rafe watched as you took the large group of teens along. he wished he was able to talk to you longer.

“the nerds club…hmm.” his eyebrows furrowed.

then he himself got off the bench, “come on boy, let’s go.”

“i think we’re gonna like it here strata.” rafe spoke to his puppy as he tugged him along. he spoke like he was able to understand him. the puppy looked up and blinked at him, then his tongue lolled out as he panted softly.

—

as the day came to a close, you were with clark. no surprise.

“so…i heard that the new guy tagged along with you on your part of the tour.” her eyebrows wiggled.

“yes he did…he’s something.”

“alicia and thomas think you guys would be cute together. can’t say i disagree.” clark stated with a shit eating grin.

“we just met!”

“i didn’t hear a no!”

you ran a palm down your face, and shook your head. you loved your coworkers but dear lord.

“i think he’s cool. that’s it.” you said with a tone that said ‘i don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

clark held her hands up in mock surrender. “okay okay.”

but something in the back of your head lingered like smoke curling in soft tendrils in a room. you might have a tiny crush, but no one has to know that.

“so far, everyone loves him!” clark exclaimed

“he seems nice enough…i like his puppy.” you said as you looked over at her as you guys walked out of the museum.

“strata is so cute, i got to pet him on the way out!”

you smiled.

“he’ll fit in just fine.” you said to clark.

the museum looming behind you both as you walked to your cars. the thought of rafe lingering in your mind.

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HI GUYS!! THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF THIS AU!! i hope you guys love it!

im so grateful for all of you! love yall sm!!

[basically-neroland]

i’ve been in and out of the hospital nonstop the past few months recovering from surgery and chronic conditions 💔 your drabbles and posts always make me smile, so please keep up the great work!! 🩷🩷

could you write headcanons or a oneshot regarding reader being frail, frequently seeing doctors, etc and how he comforts and helps take care of reader when they’re having bad days?

again, thank you so much for always posting and sharing your content. it truly brings joy to my life. stay hydrated and take care <3

hi omg this is so sweet i pushed it to the top of my requests list (sorry everyone else) �� i immediately showed your ask to a few friends cuz it made me so happy LOL it made my day!! i'm glad my ramblings could be of comfort for you <3 wishing you a speedy recovery!!! you stay hydrated as well <3

nero x g/n!frail!reader‼️✨

constantly doing things for you, but it isn't entirely because you're frail. he'd do it either way (as seen in my other headcanons), but he does feel the urge a bit stronger

that being said, he still lets you do things for yourself!! you aren't glass and he knows that.

always takes days off to go to the doctor with you unless you have a friend to go with you. he just doesn't want you to be alone

takes extra care of you on bad days. whatever you need, he's there to get it for you or help you with it. he does NOT give a shit what it is. he cares so much.

if it's chronic pain, he gets you cold/hot compresses you or whatever else helps you. then he cuddles you through it (unless you don't want him to).

if you have a fever, he doesn't care how low of a fever it is, he's staying home to take care of you. it's hard for him to get sick with common bugs, so he can still cuddle you and will only end up with the sniffles at most.

i know this isn't a lot but i hope these are okay!! thanks again for the sweet words <3

[otherworldlyhope]

Hiya !! Just finished reading the epilogue for TLOAK and I want to first say how AMAZING this fic is oh my god. I rarely read fics but yours grabbed my attention and hit every single thing that I LOVE in a story AGH (I spent many hours analyzing the Clockers fam characters I love them a lot)

Now for the question :3

What was Scar's involvement with the Watchers? Why did he agree on working with them? What did they offer him? And what kind of things did he do for them or with them? That part wasn't touched much in the fic but I've been so curious ever since the connection was revealed

Also on the topic of the Watchers could you tell more about them? What were their goals? What did they do and why?

I'm curious little guy

I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm glad I could write something you enjoyed.

Also, thank you for asking about the Watchers. I wasn't able to explore them as characters much due to a need to keep them ambiguous for plot reasons, but I am so willing to share. This might get a little long though, so explanation under the cut.

Th Watchers function as both a cult like group and a recruiting station for those that they believe will make good killers. Sacrifices are made once a year in order to give them strength, and it is often someone that the Watchers believe are getting too close to uncovering their secret (Believe it or not, Grian is not the first to figure them out. Just the first to survive.). They spend time scouting out people that are 'peculiar' and most often give an ultimatum. Kill this person, or we kill you and everyone you love. This is why so many of the cases tied to the Watchers actually do end up getting caught, as shown by Grian in the first chapter alone.

Now where Scar differs is that he was willing to do the act without needing to be threatened. Some careful persuasion was all it took for Scar to complete his first kill, and it was not difficult to convince him to do more. In the first two years of his time with them, he was content to kill those that he was pointed at. He didn't need anything offered to him, except that satisfaction of knowing he was the best out of all of them.

Many of the cold cases in London at the time of this fic are actually Scar's kills, though he never admits to them. See, Scar knows he's a monster, but he will only take credit for the kills that he feels he had a personal stake in. Murder is an emotional thing to him, driven by the visceral fear and anger that came from his childhood.

Dubbed "The Watcher Favorite" by many, Scar was able to convince them to let him add his own flair to the kills. This is where the glasgow smile method of death comes into play, and the 'Goodtimes Killer' is truly born. However, soon after starting this new way, he meets Grian. From there you all know what happens, though there was quite a bit of threatening on the Watchers end that I ended up cutting from the final storyline.

Sorry for the ramble, but there is so much to explore in the fic that I just wasn't able to get to unfortunately.

[hearts4sammonroe]

So, I saw your fic where the reader got jealous but could you pretty please do a fic where Stephen gets jealous? Like how he'd react to maybe the reader getting some attention from guys? Similarly how you mentioned in the fic? Please and thank you!! 💞

“It’s my right to be hellish, I still get jealous”

pairing: stephen glass x f!reader

contains: jealousy, steve’s angsty thoughts, possessive!steve, fluffy actions, use of y/n.

a/n: hope this is what you wanted, anon! I didn’t wanna make it the exact same as the other work I made but I tried to match the vibe lol!! also I’m sorry this was rushed :( divider credits are in my masterlist, pics are from pinterest.

Why are they buying her (y/n, my y/n!), coffee? I’m supposed to do that! I buy her breakfast every morning. Stephen Glass thinks.

You were across the room, chatting with a couple of guys that you and Stephen both worked with. One of them bought you a coffee this morning, and the other one bought you a croissant.

Of course they would do that, she’s a beautiful girl. But she’s my beautiful girl! Stephen frowns at his own thoughts. Now they’re making her laugh?!

It was childish of him to be so jealous, because you love him. Only him. But he can’t help it. He has to do something!

By lunch time, he was rushing downstairs to grab your favorite lunch, favorite drink, and favorite coffee. How you like it, not how those guys failed it. Well… that’s what he thought. He had also doordashed some things to his apartment.

“Aw, thanks, Stephen.” You smile as he sets your lunch down on your desk.

“Yeah, of course. I made your coffee just how you like it.” Stephen nods.

“Oh… I already had some this morning.” You say.

“But this is made how you like.” Stephen insists, a grin on his face.

“How’d you know I didn’t like the one from this morning?” You ask.

“Because of the look on your face when you first drank it.” Stephen shrugs, sitting down beside you. “I also got you much better food than that stale croissant you got this morning.”

“Are you jealous?” You ask bluntly.

“Of what?”

“The guys we work with.”

“No… why would you say that?”

“Because I saw you pouting like a child, and now you’re bringing me all my favorites.” You chuckle.

“Okay… yeah, maybe I’m jealous.” Stephen reluctantly nods.

“Why?” You ask, genuinely curious. Why would he be jealous when he’s the only one for you?

“Because they bought you coffee, and they always wanna talk to you, and they make you laugh. And I know that they all think you’re stunning, because you are, but what if you think they’re handsome?” Stephen rambles.

“Steve.” You cut him off. “There’s no need to be thinking like that. They don’t make my coffee how I like it like you do, they’re boring, and you make me laugh a lot more.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad.” Stephen sighs.

“Stephen, don’t piss me off. I’m being so serious.” You huff. You love him to death but he could be ridiculous sometimes. “I only want you. Just you. Stephen, they could never make me laugh until I piss myself, and they can’t love me like you do. Never. So, you shouldn’t be jealous. I only have eyes for you.”

“Promise?” Stephen asks, trying to hide his smile.

“Promise.” You roll your eyes, half-jokingly.

“All right… well, I still have flowers waiting for you at home. And I rented your favorite movie… and I already bought ingredients for your favorite dinner. Oh, and your favorite candle…”

He did way too much sometimes, but some days it was a good thing.

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[crushpunky]

how joe and kelce!reader met

masterlist

The air in the stadium was thick with anticipation and the smell of over priced beers. Both of y/n’s brothers were playing today in perhaps the biggest game of their careers, so of course y/n made the trek out to Arizona with the rest of the family to watch the events of the “Kelce Bowl” unfold. The game hadn’t even begun and y/n could already feel a headache creeping in, whether from the stress of the upcoming game or the cramped quarters of the family’s packed suite, she wasn’t sure.

So, finding a minute to escape another inevitable conversation about her brothers, y/n slipped into the hallway. She let out a long exhale as she walked up to the private concession stand, standing behind the handful of other guests hoping to grab a snack or drink before kickoff. Some of them glanced at her, eyes widening before turning to each other to whisper “that’s the Kelce girl!” loud enough for her to hear. Y/n tapped her foot, biting her lip as she read over the menu until her thoughts were interrupted.

“Y/n?” A voice— calling her by her own name, not just “Kelce”— came from behind her. Y/n turned to see a tall, muscular man in an orange sweatshirt and jeans, his calm demeanor and quaff of blonde curls immediately recognizable as Cincinnati's favorite quarterback. The two of them had met before only briefly at events, but the interactions never went further than the formalities before he was whisked away by some publicist.

“Joe, hey.” Y/n smiled, stepping up to the counter as Joe joined her.

“So, uh, how are you?” Joe said, rocking back and forth on his heels as he put his hands into his pockets.

“Good, good.” Y/n nodded. “Lifes a bit hectic right now, but I’m good all things considered.”

Joe nodded, his eyes flicking over y/n as she turned to order from the concession stand. She was wearing a pretty casual outfit, an old Cincinnati Bearcats sweatshirt and jeans, but still Joe found himself watching her quietly as she turned back to him. She looked at him expectantly, a gentle smile still on her face.

“Sorry, what?” Joe said, clearing his throat.

“Did you want anything?” Y/n said with a small chuckle.

“Oh, uh, just a water is fine.” Joe said, digging into his pockets for his wallet. “I’ve got it.”

“Thanks.” Y/n said, flashing him a wide and genuine grin as he took their drinks from the counter before handing her hers.

“So… the whole family’s here, I’m guessing?” Joe asked as the two of them wandered back towards the suites.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed, her energy immediately deflating at the reminder of the chaos she’d inevitably have to return to.

“That bad?” Joe asked.

“No just… a lot.” Y/n said, gnawing on her bottom lip. “A lot of talking about my brothers and how proud of them I must be and not much about anything else.”

“Well,” Joe cleared his throat, “if you’d like, you’re, uh, more than welcome to join us in our suite. Only if you want to, you obviously don’t have to if you—”

“Sure.” Y/n interrupted Joe’s ramblings, to which a smile slowly spread across his face.

“Ok. Great.” Joe said. The two of them walked down the hall, chatting until they made their way to Joe’s suite. It was much less busy than the Kelce’s suite, littered with a couple of Joe’s friends and teammates. A couple of their heads turned as she stepped in, some of them flashing smiles and some of them elbowing each other before sharing knowing glances.

“You can sit next to me, if you want.” Joe said, gesturing to a pair of empty seats.

“Thanks.” Y/n said, flashing him a smile and giving the people sitting around them casual greetings before settling into her seat. The view from the suite was fantastic, a clear shot of the entire field as the players lined up for kickoff. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket with a text from her mother.

Where are you?! It’s kick-off!

Y/n looked up just in time for the ball to sail through the air and the game to begin, the suite erupting into cheers and claps. Y/n quickly typed out a response before shoving her phone back into her pocket.

It was getting too crowded, I found a friend to sit with. I’ll see you later.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Joe asked, turning to look over at y/n. Y/n blinked back at him, surprised to hear the (what she presumed to be) usually quiet, football-centric man chatting with her.

“Not much.” Y/n chuckled. “I just got back from a trip to New York for work, so that was fun. Other than that, I guess I’m pretty boring.”

“Well if you think that’s boring, you don’t want to hear about what I’ve been doing since the offseason.” Joe laughed.

“And what’s that?” Y/n teased, propping her arm on the armrest and resting her head in her hand as she listened intently.

“Staying home, playing video games, catching up on all the movies and TV I missed.” Joe said, a nervous chuckle coming out of his chest. The conversation lulled for a moment, the two of them looking at each other with small grins on their faces.

“So, uh, how’s Olivia?” Y/n asked, hoping to continue the conversation and learn a bit more about Joe. The smile on Joe’s face flickered, his eyes blinking quickly as he cleared his throat.

“She’s good.” Joe said lowly. “We, uh, actually… we are actually no longer together, but she’s doing well.”

Y/n’s face dropped, her stomach immediately churning with guilt from her immediate derailment of the previously positive conversation.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I– I had no idea—” y/n stammered.

“No, no it’s fine.” Joe brushed her worries off, settling back into his seat before pivoting the conversation away from his own relationship woes. “How is— what was his name— Jack?”

Y/n cringed at the mention of the name, the name of her now ex-boyfriend.

“Well, we actually broke up.” Y/n laughed anxiously. Joe let out a groan, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry, I– I didn’t know.” Joe said. The two of them caught each other's eyes before they broke into anxious giggles.

“Ok, well,” Y/n laughed, holding up her drink to Joe, “to being single, I guess.”

Joe let out a hearty chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely. His cheeks were flushed as he held up his water, clinking it against y/n’s drink.

“To being single.” Joe murmured, watching out of the corner of his eye as y/n took a drink.

For the rest of the first half, the two of them talked almost non-stop. Their conversation flowed naturally, drifting from topic to topic, only breaking away from each other because of the occasional outbreak of cheering or booing. As they chatted, the two of them could feel a connection beginning to grow more and more with each passing joke or comment about living in Cincinnati. Before either of them even noticed, the entire game had gone and and went. 

The people around them began standing from their seats and grabbing their things, Joe and y/n slowly rising to their feet, neither of them quite sure they wanted the conversation to end.

“Well,” y/n sighed, taking out her phone to notice a barrage of texts and messages, “I should probably go find my family…”

Joe nodded, looking down at her as the two of them lingered in the suite. Y/n found her cheeks flushing under his gaze, neither of them making any moves to leave quite yet until Joe suddenly cleared his throat. Willing himself to finally take the jump, he dug into the pocket of his jeans and produced his phone.

“Hey, uh, do you think I could maybe get your number?” Joe said coolly as he looked up from his phone to look at her. A small smile spread across y/n’s cheeks as she glanced at him before looking down at the phone in his outstretched hand.

“Of course.” Y/n grinned, taking his phone. Joe let out a sigh of relief he hoped she didn’t hear as he watched her type in her contact before handing it back to him.

“Thanks.” Joe said, looking down at the number in his hand like it was gold.

“Well… I’ll see you around, Joe.” Y/n murmured, Joe feeling his cheeks flush impossibly brighter at the sound of his name coming from her. She made it sound brand new, and he didn’t want it to stop.

“I’ll see you around, y/n.” Joe whispered, his heart beating faster as she reached out to give his arm a squeeze before walking away to join her family.

Later that night (or rather early the next morning, as it was nearly 3 am), Joe sat up in his hotel room, staring mindlessly at the message he’d typed out over and over again. He didn’t want to be too forward and bold, but didn’t want to come off as casual or passive. Eventually, he settled on something before pressing “send”.

Hey, this is Joe :)

Across the city in her own hotel room, y/n nearly dove across the room at the sound of her phone dinging with the text she’d been anxiously waiting for all night.

hi !!! this is y/n :)

Joe looked down at the message, the glow of his phone illuminating the cheesy grin on his face as he typed out a response

I had a really good time tonight. 

Thanks for talking about something other than football ;)

Y/n giggled like a teenage girl as she typed out a response.

i had a great time, joe !!

and feel free to talk about science or video games with me anytime

Joe chuckled, gnawing at his bottom lip as he thought out his next message. Noticing his chance, he finally typed it out. His thumb hovered over the send button anxiously before he finally pressed it.

Well, if you’re free Friday, there’s a great spot for pizza in downtown Cincy.

I can pick some up and we can watch one of your many film recommendations at my place ;)

Y/n’s eyes widened as she read the message, her hand moving to cover her flustered smile as she let out an excited squeal. She flopped back on her bed dramatically, giggling as she quickly typed up a (hopefully) chill response.

i would love that. can’t wait to bestow my movie knowledge upon you, burrow <3

Alone in his hotel room, the usually calm, cool, and collected Joe Burrow let out a loud holler loud enough to wake up his entire floor, the prospect of seeing y/n again causing him to practically vibrate with excitement.

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[gothiclynovi]

Okay which characters are on Leo and Usagi's corners and why?? I just find it such a cool detail how each has their own cheerleaders!!!

I’m so glad you asked lol I actually spent a long time thinking about this before I drew it.

It was really tough bc at first I was like: “honestly? ATP I think everyone would be cheering for Usagi.” Which is still a bit true tbh, but I also think that some of them know what it is that Leo is hiding, and are worried he won’t handle losing very well. Things are already tense between Leo and Usagi, even if Usagi doesn’t even know why. They have no idea how Leo’s gonna react to losing, and are a bit worried that it might make things worse.

ANYWAY here’s the breakdown:

Leo Fans:

Mikey - not actually partial to a side. He wants Usagi and Leo to finally sort out their feelings for each other, but isn’t too sure the duel is the best way to go about it. That being said, he knows Leo is gonna need to see at least one of his brothers on his side, and Mikey seemed to draw the short straw.

Casey Jr. - Leo’s his sensei and the closest thing he has to a dad. He’s 5 during the events of the comic and doesn’t understand what the duel is really about, so he’s just there to support his hero :) (I did almost consider drawing a panel of him flipping the sign over to show ❤️🐰after Usagi wins the first round, but I couldn’t make it fit the way I wanted).

Sunita - my girl just loves to see a good fight. I also like to think that her and Leo get along really well, so of course she’s gonna support one of her besties.

Mona Lisa - Mona is definitely team Usagi. Her and Usagi are close friends (both members of The Tactical Tea Taskforce™), but she’s kind of in the same position as Mikey. She’s also on Leo’s side a bit out of guilt lol. Out of all the turtles, she’s the least closest to Leo and she feels a bit bad about it so she decided to cheer him on.

Kingston - OC by one of my lovely mutuals @popiollie ! They did an incredible job drawing my OC a few weeks ago, and I wanted to return the favor by giving their OC a little cameo :)

Usagi Fans:

Raph - wants to see Leo get his ego checked lol. Knows that there is something going on between Leo and Usagi, but doesn’t realize that the duel is it all coming to a head.

Donnie - just wants his torment to end. Donnie is the unwilling host of the The Tactical Tea Taskforce™ weekly meetings, and constantly has to hear from Usagi about his dum-dum brother. After Leo, Donnie is the second closest to Usagi (I have so much to say about these two and the Taskforce but I don’t wanna ramble too long ahgdjahs).

Cassandra - Leo’s second closest friend and a fellow fruit ninja lol. They have a love-hate friendship and constantly pick on one another, so of course she’s gonna jump at the chance to watch him get his ass kicked.

Timothy - Another member of The Tactical Tea Taskforce™. He and Usagi are friends, and he’s not very close to Leo at all (it’s a little awkward).

Hypno & Warren - the elder gays recognize when the slow burn is finally burning, and are here for it. They also occasionally sit in on The Tactical Tea Taskforce™ meetings, so they know a bit more of Usagi’s side of things. They are just ready to see the two get together already lol.

Sorry this is kinda long lol but thanks for the ask!

[hungee-boy]

Feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable with or just don’t want to answer but how would you change isebela to not be caricature without changing the whole character? Would it be more fashion changes or physical or something else?

Kinda like: how would you change her if you were her character writer/designer for the new game?

isabela at her core i think is a very compelling character and is relatable to a lot of romani experiences, especially with her doing whatever she has to to survive

i would definitely keep her stealing as castillion's responsibility, him making her steal the tome of koslun under threat of death for example would be fine because if he wasnt in the picture, chances are she wouldnt have stolen it in the first place

other forms of thievery besides just like looting bodies and picking chests (as those are gameplay mechanics for all characters) shouldnt be for her enjoyment or greed, only for her survival or just not done at all

her staying a pirate is fine imo and i like the idea of her being an ethical pirate (like her freeing the slaves castillion had her transport) but we all need to look at how pirates are depicted in fantasy and how much of that is anti-roma racism and caricatures

her being so sexualized and her comments on "life back home" are where i have the biggest issues honestly

like romani women have always been targets of fetishization and sexual violence, as well as many women being sterilized without consent to prevent more romani children being brought into the world

getting some damn clothes on her would be a great start, like some pants at the very least. i would like to incorporate more romani clothing in her design tho like maybe a traditional blouse instead of her usual top

maybe a romanced isabela can have her replace her blue dikhlo with red, since wearing a dikhlo is usually reserved for married women of certain vitsas (most common with eastern european roma if im not mistaken) or giving her a red hipcloth (again specific to certain vitsas)

romani dress is usually modest and loose fitting, with women commonly wearing long skirts and blouses with jewelry and adornments to symbolize her wealth and status and im not saying isabela should be covered head to toe, shes an open person and not every romani woman should be expected to dress one way over another, its just her look is way too impractical for the sake of being sexy and again romani women are very often sexualized regardless of what they wear

isabela's attitude towards sex and being open to intimacy is not an issue on its own, what is the issue is how the writers make fucking jokes of her sexuality at every chance they get (like the std joke in anders' clinic, aveline's slut shaming, etc. etc. etc.....) and this is just my personal opinion but there are times that she comes on too strong to like hawke or carver or fenris that seems unrealistic and just like an attempt for the writers to further hone in on how horny shes supposed to make you feel

like yes have her be open and not ashamed of being intimate but put more love and respect on it. i love an isabela that is repressed in her own feelings and the only way she knows how to have meaningful connections is through sex cus thats what was expected of her. like oh my god do you know how many people relate to that, if its done right it could be a very compelling arch to her character and maybe something she learns isnt concrete the more platonic/romantic meaningful time she has with everyone in da2 and beyond

as for her comments about rivain and the people there, like the phrase "even deny a fortune teller and theyll run you out of town" to merrill, just makes rivainis out to be greedy and shameless swindlers and that projection is obviously also put on romani people since that is a VERY common stereotype

like the phrase "getting gypped" literally means to be cheated and comes from the word gypsy. theres no denying the intention the writers had when they wrote that line for isabela

and honestly i love the idea of rivain (i say the idea cus we only hear accounts of the nation, we havent seen it in person yet) i love the idea of a matriarchal society that is religious and spiritual but does not tolerate the chantry's bigotry and openly accepts society's outcast such as mages and qunari

romani culture irl is patriarchal and often anybody who is not romani is typically not trusted, but if rivain was treated as an idealistic fantasy romanistan, where our values and traditions are implemented and we make a better world for ourselves and other outcasts then it could be very compelling

thats the thing with representation, sometimes it doesnt have to reflect reality 100%, but it still requires knowledge so that you can make new ideas based on the facts and reasoning of the group youre representing

[heyimkana]

kana are u just making a multiverse of jinwoo's at this point?? how many do you have???? - 💸

Literally what I listed in the last ask you sent me LMFAOOO maybe around 20???

There’s also Homewrecker!Jinwoo actually, though not in the way you think 😏

It’s about reader who’s married and has a four year old daughter, but both of them are being abused by her husband.

One night, when her daughter got sick, she took her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. Coincidentally, that was the same night Jinwoo visited the hospital to give the Elixir of Life to Jinho’s dad.

Jinwoo, reader, and her little girl stepped into the elevator together. But then, the lights flickered and suddenly everything went dark. They were trapped inside the elevator.

The little girl started crying, scared of the dark. Let's say her father (reader’s husband) used to lock her in the bathroom whenever she misbehaved. She kept sobbing, “Mama, please! I’m scared! I was good, Mama, I didn’t do anything wrong!” Reader tried to calm her down (she was close to crying herself from watching her little girl broke down like that), but her daughter wouldn’t listen. She was too scared.

Then, Jinwoo suddenly did something with his magic (maybe he created a little orb of light with his mana) and crouched down to show it to her. He smiled, so gently, and asked, “Hey, you wanna hear a funny story?”

The girl sniffled and nodded.

“I have a friend who used to be a giant ant. Really scary. Sharp claws. Big wings. Thought he was the king of the world.”

The little girl looked at him, eyes still watery, but now curious. "Giant ant..?"

“Mm-hmm. But now he wears a tiny cape and thinks he’s a stage actor.”

Then Beru appeared—floating in the air, small enough to fit in Jinwoo’s palm—and dramatically declared: “Verily, ’tis I! Destined from the womb to smite all foes, conquer dungeons, and rule o’er all creation! And yet—oh, cruel twist!—I now spend mine hours painting yon royal sister’s fingernails! What devilry is this? From dark lord to dainty manicurist—fie, what a fall!”

The little girl giggled. “He talks funny.”

Jinwoo rolled his eyes. “He thinks he’s in a drama. But honestly, I think he just likes attention.”

The girl stepped closer, wide-eyed. “Is he your friend?”

“One of the best ones I’ve got.” He held out his fist. “Wanna bump?”

She did, bumping her small knuckles against his and Jinwoo smiled, gently patting her head. “And now you’re one of my best friends too.”

The girl smiled—like genuinely smiled—and reader wanted to cry because it had been months since she’d seen her little girl smile like that.

[nachobsns]

Hello - I was impressed and extremely relieved by what you wrote in the post about the cult mentality of the Left RE Israel and accusations of genocide. You mentioned that you bought into the mindset until recently. If it's all right for me to ask, what was it that helped you break out of it? (Please feel free to delete/ignore if you'd rather not answer!)

thank you!! and no worries about asking— i think i put something in my pinned post about how people are welcome to send asks about this stuff, although my story isn’t super interesting. i fell down the typical online rabbithole, a couple weeks after october 7; i knew what had happened, at least vaguely, but the posts trickling onto my dash were all about the (undeniably tragic) loss of life in gaza, with little to no acknowledgment of the hamas atrocities that had started the war, so my narrative was pretty one-sided from the beginning. it just continued to snowball as the months went on and people became more radicalized, calling into question the reality of the 10/7 attacks and the humanity of all israelis. i never went all the way down the pipeline to full-on endorsing hamas or justifying their attacks, at least on a personal level, thank god, but i would reblog other people’s posts referring to hamas as a “resistance movement” and calls to boycott starbucks and mcdonald’s and condemnation of the “zionist media” etc etc etc. what pulled me out of it wasn’t any one thing— if someone had directly called me on my flawed logic and antisemitic biases while i was in this mindset, i doubt it would have done much, just reinforced my belief that i was on the “right side of history” and zionists were aggressors who couldn’t be reasoned with. it was mostly just passive observance and a slow exposure to other perspectives. i’m pretty sure the first post that led me to question my thinking was an ask on jewish-vents, which popped up on my dash in like, late july. this led me down another rabbithole, first scouring every single post on jewish-vents, then moving on to more popular jewish blogs that i had seen on “zionist blocklists” (applesauce42069, xclowniex, and spacelazarwolf were probably some of the blogs that influenced me the most, though i told myself i was just hate-scrolling at first, lol). i felt incredibly guilty seeing all the harm the movement i was a part of had caused to random jews and israelis just trying to live their lives and i realized how it went against everything i believed about how minority groups should be treated. from there, the aspect of actually undoing my thinking and changing my behavior for the better still took several weeks. denial of jewish indigenity to the levant in the face of tantamount archeological and cultural evidence was the first to go, as well as any ambiguity in my feelings about hamas. after that, it’s mostly been a slow process of redefining the idf’s actions from a “genocide” to a “war.” i still believe that what’s happening in gaza is unconscionable and horrific, and that too many innocent civilians have died, but i also understand how difficult it is to fight against a terrorist group that systematically embeds itself in civilian populations, and that the ratio of militant to civilian deaths is incredibly low compared to most urban warfare. i quietly deleted my old blog in early august— if i had directly engaged in harassment against jews, i likely would have kept it to make amends to the harmed parties and put a face to my actions, but as was, i had just contributed to the larger atmosphere of antisemitism on this site, and i felt uncomfortable knowing that i had a blog full of sentiments that no longer matched my values and beliefs. i decided i would be better if i took my endorsement out of the equation entirely, because when you’re looking through the notes of a post, it obviously doesn’t matter if someone who’s reblogged it no longer agrees with what was said— their notes still count as tacit approval, and i did not want approval of this “activism” attached to my online presence. i still have unwanted kneejerk reactions that crop up sometimes, particularly around the fundraiser posts from people “in gaza”; even though i know logically that they have all the markers of scams, there is still a part of me that really wants to believe i could help.

[notdysfunk]

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh i love all the wiiiiiiiings! they're so preeeeettty!!! And Y/N's little wing ears are just *chef's kiss* perfecto

so, like, are wings just used for transportation or have people found other uses for them (think fashion shows or strength contests or races)? would some people dye/style their wings (especially if they aren't big/strong enough to fly with so might as well)?

cause I love thinking about the little things you can do with wings, like Y/N using the wings as a scarf/mask when it's cold, or hiding their face when they're blushing, or flapping them when they're excited/to cool themselves down in the summer, or when it's really cold so Sun just wraps himself up in all his fluffy wings (or wraps someone else up with him, wing hugs anybody?)

sorry for rambling, just wanted to let you know that i love your au and will definitely be thinking about it ALOT!

HII!!! AAA THANK YOU SOO, SO MUCH!! I'm so glad my silly winged dca au will have your brain running for a while HEHE I got super excited to answer this one, I loved so many of your ideas so I doodled a BUNCH of them!!

As for your first question, yes!! I never thought about it before, but they absolutely would open to painting wings or styling them (adding accessories to them somehow), especially those who can't fly with their wings! (i.e. y/ns ear wings)!! AND they definitely do have fairs with races and instead of arm wrestling it's probably wing wrestling LOL!! I also imagine some people could definitely incorporate their wings into fashion, such as tucking wings into a dress or sumn!! :O Speaking of Fairs, I imagine there are fairs or festivals in the town, where showing up with bedazzled wings is very common! Of course, anyone can paint their wings any day- but I imagine it was harder to convince Moon to let you paint his wings... until you brought up the Lunar Eclipse fair happening in town tonight... (or any fair hehe) 🎨🌙 Since Sun has so much wing surface-area, you can KIND OF paint a whole scene on his wings if you wanted to. He loves it!! 🎨 AND YESS!! The MC is able to use their head wings to emote!! Such as flapping them when happy, or covering their face when it's cold, OR when they're flustered!!!! Hehehe 💞

[loolilyumm]

aaaaah op I am SWALLOWING THE MARGOT LORE POST WHOLE

I got curious about Margot so I went looking for lore and there I got it on a silver platter eheheeheee

I've liked your art for a while but hadn't had time to look into the lore bits but I am so glad I did so thankuuuu~~~

found family is SO good and I especially like the bits with her egg hunting friend Millie :3

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH….I’m so happy you liked it omg!! I can’t believe people actually read my crazy ramblings…I CARE SO MUCH FOR FOUND FAMILY AND MARGOT AND MILLIEEE I could talk about them for hours and I swear one day I will organize my thoughts and create comprehensible lore for them…ONE DAY…!!

BUT FOR NOW I have some silly doodles of them!!!! I’m so happy you liked the bits with Millie!!

(Millie and Margot were actually initially created to just be salmon run ocs - I created Margot and @paninipanem created Millie and then I decided that I love Margot so much that I should make her my Neo agent 3 and the rest is history!!!)

[kawareo]

Non-Durge Strike would've been a far worse person than he is as Durge, fun fact

Non-Bhaalspawn Strike is a child of a drow and a cambien who was found by his adoptive mothers back in their pirate days, before they settled down. He's a magical prodigy that grows up in a loving home that actively encourages him in pursuing the study of magic. He's an extremely talented sorcerer and he knows it, and without Bhaal who would keep his ego in check by being an abusive father, Strike becomes just kind of the worst?

No Bhaal means that doing good (non-murder) things isn't taboo or a novelty anymore, so they're boring now. He has no god to serve so there is noone he would feel inferior to, which means that all his ambition now goes unchecked and he ends up wanting to be a god himself. He's a sociopath in any au, here that just means less murder and more selfishness. He's still charming and manipulative but now lacks the background of a sheltered, abused child, so boy does it get worse.

In game time: There is no memory loss and no physical trauma, meaning that Strike doesn't have to rely on his companions for survival and support for his crippling mental health; he's sane, perfectly self aware and in perfect control of himself. Because of that he just manipulates mansplains manwhores his way to be in charge of the team and never establishes a strong bond with anyone there. Him and Gale know eachother from when they were studying in Waterdeep and Strike always looked down on Gale for needing to rely on Mystra for his spells. He would very much encourage Gale to explode himself and in the end succeed.

He gets Astarion to ascend. Why? Cause he wants to see how the ritual works, nothing else. Demonic magic would be really interesting to him. He'd then break up with Astarion and laugh in his face at the idea of becoming bonded to him for life - they leave off on bitter terms. They do save Aylin but only because Strike wants to see a demigod in action; later he helps her kill Lorroakan but also steals the wand that could seal Aylin forever, just in case if he ever needs a convenient immortality on hand.

When he meets Gortash they vibe so hard with eachother that Karlach punches Strike in the face for being such an awful dick about it, but he manipulates his way out of the situation. He does like Gortash but at the same time pities him because he thinks it's pathetic to serve a god like that.

In the end, he gets the crown of Karsus for himself and manages to override it back into its true purpose, and the gang would have to fight him to try and stop him. Upon their failure, he'd become the next Karsus.

So yeah, all in all? Bhaal surprisingly helps him be a way better person lmao

[ceratedfish24]

I'm really not a ship person (nothing against shipping its just not for me usually) but something about Scott rarepairs really intrigue me

Scott rarepairs are so awesome. That’s a man who cares so deeply about those he loves and never expects to be loved back with the same caliber.

The people who he’s commonly paired with are the same people he hangs out with a lot, so they’re more inclined to be aggressive with him when not allied with him. That’s their friend! Of course they’re gonna mess with him.

The people in Scott rarepairs usually don’t talk with Scott as often, but they know his kind of humor because most of them hang out with Cleo and Gem a lot. They also tend to know from the life series that Scott is not a force to be reckoned with. That means that they have a lot of respect for Scott AND a lot of affection for people like Scott.

Something that helps is that Scott is one of the friendliest people in that social circle. I believe that myself, but I say it aloud because so many other people in that social circle have stated such, which is absolutely a testament to how pleasant Scott is to people. People are SO quick to get comfortable around Scott. Tango, Etho, Grian, Bdubs, and Skizz don’t get to talk to Scott very often, and yet they’ve all had on camera moments where they expressed how cool or sweet they find Scott to be.

“Scott’s awesome. Scott’s awesome.” - Tango during his 2nd MCC, which was at Twitchcon, when Scott found him to check on him and encourage him.

“We all need to have people we can trust no matter what’s going on. Bdubs… Scott…” - Etho during Secret Life to Cleo

“Scott is the only person on this server who I trust right now.” - Grian during Third Life

“A birthday party? That sounds- that sounds like Scott or Jimmy- no that’s Scott. Scott’s a very empathetic person.” - Bdubs answering a trivia question this past episode of the Life Series

“Smajor was this other… guy on the life series, and, every time I passed him, he’s kinda nice, and then we talked more and he’s really nice, and now I admire him, and now I like him, and now I- I really like this guy!” - Skizz on the Imp & Skizz podcast describing how he didn’t want to make connections with people for their clout when he joined Third Life, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to Scott. This is also, coincidentally, how crushes tend to develop, Skizzleman.

Scott is a very earnest and caring person, even in the life series, a death game, where that’s not particularly rewarded 100% of the time. Everybody has so much respect for Scott, both because they know that he’s a lot like Cleo and Gem and they have a lot of love and respect for Cleo and Gem and because their personal experiences with Scott have made it clear how sweet and competent he is.

I love Smajor rarepairs, because I’m not into relationships where one person is pulling all of the weight. A lot of mainstream Smajor ships reduce Scott to his relationship and let the other person have their own things going on. There tends to be a lot of focus on the other person, like they’re Scott’s whole world. Rarepairs tend to have Scott’s partner(s) treat him with reverence, which forces Scott to confront his insecurities, how he feels like he needs to earn other people’s affection.

Tango is immune to flirting, but he’s very responsive to Scott’s teasing and eager to banter with him. He doesn’t talk to Scott a lot, but he clearly really likes Scott and how earnest Scott is.

Etho absolutely thinks that Scott is incredible. You can see it in literally every single interaction they have. Etho and Scott probably talk the least out of everyone I mentioned, but I think Etho pays the most attention to Scott and has simply become endeared to him because he sees so much of Cleo and Gem in Scott.

Grian ALWAYS has a compliment for Scott. When he first met Scott, he didn’t trust Scott because “no one’s that happy”. When he learned that Scott’s just like that? Instantly loved Scott. How could you reject someone who’s clearly so happy just to spend time with you? He loves to tease Scott. I think he sees Scott as someone he can properly match wits with, what with how they both love to make short little games and are usually chaotic until they’re the least chaotic in a group and immediately become the responsible one.

Bdubs is terrified of Scott. There’s no other way to put it. Bdubs is more afraid of Scott than he is of Cleo and Gem. He commented during the fourth episode of Wild Life on how Scott is a really hard target. There was fear in his voice. He later tried to convince Tango not to go after him. He really didn’t want to upset Scott. He’s so traumatized after that game of tag. HOWEVER. Bdubs knows that Scott is a man of reason. Bdubs isn’t usually worried about attacking groups that his group is on neutral grounds with, because he knows that they’ll eventually attack him first if he doesn’t beat them to the punch. That’s how this game works. Scott doesn’t do that, and Bdubs has taken note of that and trusts that. Bdubs trusts Scott not to attack him without a reason.

Skizz? I could go on for HOURS about Skizz. Skizz has literally admitted to subconsciously treating Scott like he’s Impulse, who Skizz loves to death, who Skizz trusts when he can’t call anyone else, who Skizz kisses on the temple when they haven’t seen each other for a while. Skizz is a very kind person, but, in game, he’s not the most levelheaded person. Scott is both kind AND levelheaded, which Skizz has a lot of respect for. Scott doesn’t even have a temper to lose when it comes to verbal conversation. Hurt him or his friends and he’ll make you wish you hadn’t, sure, but words will never hurt him. I think Skizz honestly sees a lot of Impulse in Scott, whereas most people see Cleo. People compare Cleo to Scott, because they’re both petty and witty. Skizz compares Impulse to Scott because they’re both petty and survivalists. Skizz has commented many a time on how Scott is so much better than Skizz at PVP and how impressed he is that Scott can evade the entire server when they’re hunting him. Apparently, Skizz (and Impulse) thinks that Scott gives the BEST hugs. Apparently, Scott is the only person whose hugs make Skizz feel like he could fall asleep right then and there.

Another thing I’ve noticed about my favorite Smajor rarepairs is that they all love to make Scott laugh. When Tango teases Scott, it’s never about anything serious. It’s always to make Scott giggle. When he’s around Scott, Etho LOVES to do and say things that would make Cleo or Gem laugh, and they work on Scott too. It’s the “wet cat” behavior he emphasizes when he’s with Cleo and Gem, because he knows that it makes them laugh. Scott has never poked fun at Etho for being “washed up” or “a wet cat”, but he does laugh when Etho emphasizes the “lost puppy” behavior. Outside of the life series, Grian isn’t particularly interested in making Scott laugh, but he does like to impress Scott. When Grian knows Scott’s watching, he really challenges himself. I think it’s because he, himself, is very impressed with Scott. Bdubs absolutely loves to make Scott laugh. You can see it in Scott’s escape room videos. He says so many silly things just to get a reaction out of Scott. You CANNOT tell me that “Bdubs, there’s something in this room that will allow you to swim up lava” “the bed” “no, think something you can drink” “the lava” was genuine. I’m completely sure that Bdubs knew Scott meant that there was a hidden fire res potion but just wanted to be silly. Skizz LOVES Scott’s laugh. He’s said it before. Skizz loves to make Scott laugh so much. He loves hearing Scott’s laugh. It’s so giddy and full and joyous.

Maybe I’m projecting a little bit. As a lesbian, you can’t believe how grateful I am that the only traits my mother has ever asked me to find in a partner is 1) someone you can trust and 2) someone who makes you laugh. She doesn’t ask for my partner to be rich or cisgender or a man or conventionally attractive or of a certain race or religion. That’s kind of what makes me love Smajor rarepairs so much. They respect and trust Scott, and they love to make him laugh.