#that was prime sibling teasing opportunities

[discordiansamba]

N-7 just casually being included in the family photo. The Holts are just so incredibly supportive of Matt's robotfucking ways.

[sapphire-weapon]

I may be putting a tinfoil hat, but I've been noticing that some shippers started pushing a lot of new anti-Ashley posts on social media or creating weird headcanons. I can't believe it that people keep saying how Ashley and Leon are sibling coded. I went in RE4R blind without feeding myself with the fandom takes, and I kept seeing how the RE4R is purely about Ashley and Leon, and it has so many teasing moments with them. But with Ada and Leon, I just couldn't see it. In fact I actually enjoyed Luis and Ada together and could tell that they had an interesting chemistry going on, and I think he was the one who showed her that she doesnt always have to do everything Wesker tells her to. She was simply following Leon like a tail because he mostly kept solving the path to Amber for her, he was in the way and she took the opportunity to follow him around so he would clear her path and she got her thing.

ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Separate Ways put the final nail in the Aeon coffin, and:

1. Put Luis/Ada and Wesker/Ada moments in instead as though to prime the fandom for seeing her with men who are not Leon

2. Kept the focus on Leon and Ashley's shared arc whenever Leon or Ashley came up at all

3. Put in that scene of Ashley watching Leon's fight with Saddler with the incredibly romantic imagery

So, yeah, the backlash has gotten pretty violent because people aren't ready to let go.

Now, to be clear and fair, one thing that I didn't mention in my big meta post about Ada is that she is a sentimental person. Yes, she's selfish, but she does also create sentimental attachments to people and circumstances.

She does have the tiniest of soft spots for Leon. She does feel that it's important to honor Luis's dying wish. The reason why Wesker's threats hurt so much is because he has been such a constant in her life, and it hurts to think that he's just tossing her aside all of a sudden.

But none of that sentiment overrides her Chaotic Neutral urge to look out for herself and her own interests first, and that's really what the point of my initial post was.

Aeon is dead and Ada doesn't care because a relationship with Leon is restrictive, and she values her own autonomy above all else.

[random-autie-fangirl]

😶 A random headcanon!

About our dear Chara?

Oh hi! Hi hi hi hi

Thank you so much for asking something, let's see if I can finish it before the day is out, huh? (this took a week, I am so sorry)

*Tries to find something that wouldn't be covered by the other questions*

Okay so...

😶A random headcanon about Chara

Chara is a bit of a technophobe. Not so much for big analogue machines with wires and gears found in Gaster's lab but the common amenities of the household...phones, computers, consoles... what are these things? How do they work? What in the angel's name is even the appeal?

They're like someone's 80 year old grandma trying and failing to understand these horrid newfangled human devices...

You leave them alone in a room with a laptop for less than a minute and they will download a deadly virus just trying to log on...

Asriel's doing something on the computer and Chara is leaning over his shoulder, completely dumbfounded, trying to understand (you can imagine little question marks floating above their head here...)

Chara's reaction to any sort of memes or social media or internet lingo never failed to amuse Asriel

Especially when Asriel shows them this meme and Chara makes the exact same face and Azzy cannot stop laughing

Let's just say that Chara Dreemurr has many skills (I sometimes joke that they have the exact skillset that would make them a wicked cultured anime villain, (as they should be)) but understanding the internet is certainly not one of them.

Makes sense, though, that they wouldn't really get modern amenities. Back on the surface, their parents house had nothing newer than a gramophone, and they never left the house or interacted meaningfully with anyone else (humans are all evil, manipulative creatures, they say...while working on a sample size of about two)

And more than that, they've certainly never interacted with anyone their age which is what leads them to going in to monster school with an attitude of "teenagers are probably interested in the same things as me, like rules and authority!"

Ahem, back on track...

Post-pacifist, Frisk and Asriel use Chara's lack of knowledge with anything internet to tease them relentlessly...

Frisk becomes a deez nuts joke dispenser for like two weeks after learning this, Flowey tries to convince Chara that kys stands for keep yourself safe and that you should totally use it in casual conversation and Frisk tries to rickroll Chara only for it to go completely over their head and they somehow take it as an actual love confession and "Oh! This is incredibly sweet dear and I certainly cannot blame you for your feelings but is this really how...(they did not like the song)" And Frisk is just like 'it was supposed to be a meme...!? But..." (uses the opportunity to start flirting). Also if there's a certain new joke or trick going around, you can gaurantee that Chara is the only one in the friend group that hasn't heard of it which makes them always the prime target.

Frisk or Asriel find videos like "try and say Coca-Cola without your lips touching" or "how the hell you spell Chauffeur?" (which is particularly funny as Frisk would definitely call them fancy pants) to try on Chara and then they both burst out laughing at the fact that Chara even fell for the trap and actually forgetting to give the punchline.

Now, you might be wondering is it really that funny? Is the fact that your sibling or friend still calls emojis electric stickers at like 18 (5 years since they came back to life) really worth breaking your ribs (or petals) laughing over? but they're both annoying little gits and honestly...neither of them like Chara very much (not to start with anyway)

It's basically like "Typo in the group chat! Get their ass" but like...almost all the time

It's times like this that Chara wonders if this timeline is actually their personal hell for their crimes of emotional manipulation and attempted murder

apparently, the angel gives their most socially embarassing moments to their most dependent on positive affection soldiers (oh Chara buddy i'm so sorry)

[malsfefanfics]

Yooo, your ocs profile is so cool!!! I wonder, how does Hubert act with his siblings? I actually wish they were in the game now, they're so well written! Good job!

Thank you!!! I'm glad you like them! :D I've been fleshing these characters out with a good friend of mine, and it's been fun getting to explore what kind of people they are.

Regarding how Hubert acts with his siblings, there's one word that definitely comes to mind; protective. He keeps their existance hidden from the world so they don't "become a liability" (as quoted in his Hopes supports with Lysithea). The fact that he sees them being turned into pawns against him (and by extension Edelgard) as a real risk, I think, shows just how much he actually cares about them. They're his weakness, and a very relatable one at that.

When it comes to interactions though, Hubert and Rosamund definitely have a more traditional sibling dynamic. They'll make jabs at each other, tease each other, and occasionally argue. But Hubert dotes on her quite a bit and treats her with a good level of respect, and Rosamund just wants to make her brother proud. I like to think she finds pride in being a Vestra and in service of the Emperor because of him.

One of my favorite headcanons for them is that, while Edelgard was in the Kingdom, Hubert returned to the family, and Rosamund used the opportunity to reestablish a connection with him....by telling him to treat her as he would Edelgard. Claims it's to help him prepare for Edelgrd's return (and she meant it when she said it, can't let those retainer skills get rusty), but really, she used the chance to have him sneak her extra slices of cake after dinner. He saw right through her schemes, but still did it anyway. He also had to chide her for running with sharp objects in the house, too.

As for Tancred? Hubert is dad. Iason may be the biological father, but Hubert was more of a dad to him that their father ever was, so when Tancred hears the words "father" or "dad", he immediately thinks of his brother. And it definitely shows in their interactions. Tancred really looks up to him, and doesn't mind the constant comparisons, as he thinks it means he's going to be "really tall and smart and strong just like him" when he gets older. The few times Hubert managed to come see him were always a treat, and he grew a love of magic study because of the spells he learned from his brother. Due to Tancred's poor health and unstable magic power, Hubert is especially protective of the little one.

My favorite headcanon for Tancred and Hubert is built on some headcanons of Vestra family customs (because we were ROBBED of the chance at prime lore behind this family). Basically, the headcanon is that usually the Marquis is the one to name the children born into the family, but for whatever reason, their father passed over Tancred, and wouldn't even come see him let alone name him. So Hubert ends up naming him, at the recommendation of their mother and sister. He chose the name "Tancred" because it means "wise/thoughtful counsel", and thought the name would give him the confidence to prove to the old bastard that he's worth more than he realizes.

[horizon-verizon]

The Targaryens practiced incest even in Old Valyria when there were other Dragonlord families around. So it wasn’t to keep their magical blood pure. They are just genuinely attracted to their own brothers and sisters. That’s disgusting and not in any way normal. The Targaryens are groomed from birth by their parents before them to view their own brother or sister as a potential spouse. That’s abuse. GRRM is clearly condemning incest.

It’s alarming how this fandom has become so comfortable with shipping incest and even defends it. The Targaryens may practice incest in Westeros to keep their magical dragon riding ability, but let’s not act like they aren’t actually into it and enjoy it. There’s no excuse for that.

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The first and main purpose of marriage in Westeros and everywhere else in this universe (plus much of the real world) is not to bring two people in love together.

It's about/for power, and power is bestowed through lineage, parentage, and ancestry.

A)

First of all, grooming:

Grooming is a method used by offenders that involves building trust with a child and the adults around a child in an effort to gain access to and time alone with her/him. In extreme cases, offenders may use threats and physical force to sexually assault or abuse a child. More common, though, are subtle approaches designed to build relationships with families.  The offender may assume a caring role, befriend the child or even exploit their position of trust and authority to groom the child and/or the child’s family. These individuals intentionally build relationships with the adults around a child or seek out a child who is less supervised by adults in her/his life. This increases the likelihood that the offender’s time with the child is welcomed and encouraged. 

Behaviors of grooming involve:

An adult seems overly interested in a child.

An adult frequently initiates or creates opportunities to be alone with a child (or multiple children).

An adult becomes fixated on a child.

An adult gives special privileges to a child (e.g., rides to and from practices, etc.).

An adult befriends a family and shows more interest in building a relationship with the child than with the adults

An adult displays favoritism towards one child within a family.

An adult finds opportunities to buy a child gifts. 

An adult caters to the interests of the child, so a child or the parent may initiate contact with the offender.

An adult who displays age and gender preferences.

And to get ultra-specific:

bathing a child

walking in on a child changing.

deliberately walking in on a child toileting.

asking a child to watch the adult toileting.

tickling and “accidentally” touching genitalia.

activities that involve removing clothes (massage, swimming).

wrestling in underwear. 

playing games that include touching genitalia (playing doctor).

telling a child sexually explicit jokes.

teasing a child about breast and genital development.

discussing sexually explicit information under the guise of 

education.

showing the child sexually explicit images.

taking pictures of children in underwear, bathing suits, dance wear, etc.

Tell me how this in any way relates to Targaryens practicing sibling marriage? Or general Westerosi feudal/real ancient and feudal marriage practices?!

B)

Ancient Egyptians also married brother to sister for hundreds of years. Are you really going to sit here and say it was because they were "genuinely attracted" to their own siblings? What about the Inca? Korean kings and their sisters? Hawaiian chiefs and their sisters or brothers?

This was somehow a collective decision to cast some sort of spell to make their descendants magically only able to fall in love or desire only their siblings?

Were the ancient Korena, Egyptians, and Hawaiians all just "genuinely attracted" to their own siblings, each and every generation? Every single member? And attraction was their only, prime reason to marry and have lineage-claims?

Was there somehow some sort of spell cast to make all these people crave to fuck their siblings? So all these cultures are not cultures at all, anon, but just sex freaks?

C)

The Valyrians, in sibling incest, are analouges of ancient Egyptian/Hawaiian/Inca royalty and their practice of sibling marriages.

The idea behind any close-kin marriage for ancient peoples was that in their blood/spirit/souls rests part of some life-affirming/life-sustaining spirit/society-defining god or spirit who gave them the ability or permission to rule and to preserve that god-given ability/permission to rule they must marry other people with that same blood/spirit and assure the god keeps a close connection to humans, or the society in question. What comes with that is material prosperity...what assures material prosperity? Land, resources, claims, etc. Even if it is violent or has to do with conquest, dragons do not even exist for real humans to marry incestuously and make it a genuine cultural/political practice for royals/those with the most prominent, executive/military, decision-making power.

Sibling marriage-- in many societies, if not the ones that allowed cousin and avunculate marriages without the sibling one--was the closest.

D)

You: "The Targaryens practiced incest even in Old Valyria when there were other Dragonlord families around. So it wasn’t to keep their magical blood pure."

This is what A World of Ice and Fire says about how Valyrians viewed themselves and their dragons:

The tales the Valyrians told of themselves claimed they were descended from dragons and were kin to the ones they now controlled.

And before that:

the Valyrians, who learned to tame dragons and make them the most fearsome weapon of war that the world ever saw.

Later:

The tradition amongst the Targaryens had always been to marry kin to kin. Wedding brother to sister was thought to be ideal. Failing that, a girl might wed an uncle, a cousin, or a nephew; a boy, a cousin, aunt, or niece. This practice went back to Old Valyria, where it was common amongst many of the ancient families, particularly those who bred and rode dragons. “The blood of the dragon must remain pure,” the wisdom went.

1.

Remember what I said about close bonds before? The dragonlords were still surrounded by non-dragonlords who held land, and who were still political leaders. They were thinking of those people, as those to distinguish themselves. Those persons who GRRM states didn't have to be dragonriders themselves (which means some could have been but the families did not have enough riders in one or two generations at a time to constitute a traditional dragonlord clan), but were blood sorcerers.

Here is what GRRM said in this interview:

2.

Dragons, like gods and prime spirits, are overwhelming supreme entities that enable people who have the closest bonds with them to have and use power. Dragons do not have to be gods or be believed as gods because religion is not what this is about so much as what gives humans the most ability to have as many economic, political, and material benefits? Dragons are power, as gods and spirits can be power. Dragons grant their riders the ability to gain and maintain power. Therefore, the reaction to that, like that of real ancient peoples and some medieval examples, is to marry their cousins, sisters, uncles, etc.

So we have a repeat of what humans have done, not for "genuine attraction", for thousands of years.

And I'm not talking about morality here, I'm talking about facts.

E)

(Link to AWoIaF wiki page)

First-cousin, avunculate, and step-relation marriage don't count as incest to you, anon?

First cousins share at least one grandparent. Why do you think real-life royals/Westerosi royals/nobles are okay with first-cousin incest, or that the Faith allows such a thing and doesn't view it as incest despite first cousins clearly being close family members no matter how you slice it? So again, why allow first cousins and avunculate marriages at all?

It's because they share a grandparent and thus they both share a claim. Just as a dragon rider has the blood to bestow their kids to ride dragons and already share with their brother/sister/cousin/uncle/etc.

The more direct or close or straight-laced the blood, the more claim you have. It's it is the most convenient for ancient/feudal politics, which had grown the concepts of clans (clannism) and "houses" pretty much all over the world, in some form or another. The more you can claim your future kids are directly descended from whatever spirit or god your rule claims legitimacy from, (ancient Egypt, the sun god, for example) the more claim/legitimacy you and your kids will have to rule.

So, why do the nonTarg Westerosi nobles practice first-cousin marriage exist (which is incest), if not because they believed that their cousins and they themselves had god-like blood and lineages (ex.Garth the Gardner) or just because their ancestors were "great" leaders who "passed on" their own abilities? Or really, accrued connections, wealth, longevity THROUGH MARRIAGE, AND KEEPING IT AS CLOSE TO THE FAMILY AS POSSIBLE (one way, but a consistent way, a way they have depended on for thousands of years)?

The foremost point of incestuous marriages in all these societies was to maintain and assure everyone around you that your kids/your claim is "true" and to allocate the available resources (or set of possible ancestral claims) your spouse/you have to who the most to gain from said unions, present or future wise.

Aegon V and Betha Blackwood wanted to arrange their kids' marriages and didn't prioritize love for their kids despite themselves marrying for love.

Aegon V was decidedly against the Targ practice of sibling marriage. Yet their kids Shaera and Jaehaerys II disobeyed them and continued on to marry out of mutual desire. No grooming.

Aegon IV was not in love with his sister Naerys. He hated her and abused her and their brother out of jealousy and fear of his brother's strength, reputation, and public respect. Aegon IV and Naerys, brother, and sister, were arranged by Viserys II.

Aegon had nonTarg/unrelated mistresses and affairs, sometimes simultaneously and a few for years on end: Melissa Blackwood, Barbra Bracken, and Bellegere Otheyrs are just a few. Viserys II--Naerys, Aegon IV, and Aemon the Dragon Knight's father--did not arrange for Aegon IV to have mistresses as well. No grooming.

Daena did not sleep with her cousin the future Aegon IV because she loved him--she did it to combine claims and give her child one, claim back the power that her uncle Viserys II took for Baelor I for herself and the child.

Daeron II married neither for love nor desire to a Martell, nor made his sister Daenerys marry another Martell thinking she loved Maron (when there were already rumors of her loving Daemon Blackfyre, their brother).

Daeron II did not marry a Martell because he loved her, but only to finally bring the Dornish into the Targ/Westerosi realm. And Aegon IV neither his Naerys, (his and Daenerys' parents) arranged either of their matches. No grooming.

Aerys I notably had no kids with his cousin-wife Aelinor Penrose, and it's rumored they never even had sex.

Maekar and his wife Dyanna Dayne were not a love match. Yet they had several kids.

Aerys II and Queen Rhaella were not a love match and though it began amicable if not romantic, it devolved into abuse similar to Aegon IV and Naerys.

Visenya proposed Rhaena marry Maegor, not thinking of love or desire or romance at all.

Aegon, Visenya's brother, was traditionally/customarily obligated to marry her. He was not in love with Visenya, even though he was in love with their other sister Rhaenys (and you can be in love with two people at once, yet GRRM makes it a point to show us he only romantically loved Rhaenys [one sister], and would not take other wives the Westerosi lords offered to him).

Of course, there are going to be love matches/marriages of love and thus exceptions to the "marriage is for politics" phenomenon since life is never as black and white as that, and human emotions are changeable (and GRRM creates a universe that is not black and white regarding human emotions and politics and history, his goal for his world to mimic those aspects of humanity): Aegon V and Betha Blackwood; Duncan Targaryen and Jenny of Oldstones; Samantha Tarly and Lyonel Hightower, and many more.

And there are marriages of politics that grow into genuine love, incest or not.

The paths that society/models of cultural or political identity create for power's sake can and often also open up paths for desire.

Hence this Twitter post by GRRM himself:

Jaehaerys and Alysanne were not actually the highest standard of a romance anyone should have nor even inside the world of ASoIaF (apart from the Westerosi cultural narrative), since their marriage degraded over the years and they started out not really understanding the other.

Alysanne and Jaehaerys were actually slated to marry outside of the Targ tree. After their elopement to Dragonstone their mother Alyssa Velaryon, and Jaehaerys' Hand, Rogar Baratheon, tried to get them to annul their marriage and break them apart.

Alyssa Velaryon was cousin to her husband (Alysanne and Jaehaerys' father) Aenys I. She was a Velaryon, a non-dragonriding Valyrian-descent house. Her two eldest kids, Rhaena and Aegon, were arranged to marry and married and had kids together. She knew why sibling marriage was the practice for Targs/dragonriders (power/tradition). the reason why she disfavored her kids marrying was not because she thought sibling marriage was wrong but because at the time she felt it was unsafe not just for them but for herself and the dynasty (Faith response after Maegor). She also did not think that love, desire, or attraction (which Alysanne and Jaehaerys had enough to run away and elope) was good enough to have her kids marry in the tradition of their house.

So no to the "The Targaryens are groomed from birth by their parents before them to view their own brother or sister as a potential spouse." Especially the "GRRM is clearly condemning incest."

Really, the love and desire between siblings and non-siblings are not directly caused by grooming, but by personal and political factors, some of which you have to parse out or will never truly identify as some will have to do with the individuals and how they individually perceive things and others.

[askadrianalucardtepes]

Knock knock. When the door opened, little Mary stormed right in, dragging a sack full of her things - likely toys and random things. "I am SO mad!" Mary cried out as she dragged her sack, "I'm moving in, ok!? I'm living here forever and ever until I can forgive papa and my stupid siblings! Hmph!" Mary huffed as she sat down, beginning to play with one of her toys. It seems she just had a heated argument. "It's not fair. I did nothing bad. Stupid Christopher... Stupid Ann... Stupid Fredric..."

//The dhampir curiously watches the little girl drag all her things into his home, amused by her anger towards her siblings. As an only child he'd never understand it, but he couldn't deny it was both hilarious and incredibly adorable to watch the ticked off little girl complain. "Oh? My, that sounds quite serious. What happened, kid?" //He turns around to march intot he kitchen, where he pours her a cup of freshly pressed orange juice. He'd fallen into the habit of always keeping some on hand in case of Emergency Uncle Visit by one of the kids. An occasion like this was a prime example of such an occurance. He walks back out once the glass is full, crouching down beside Mary and offering her the drink with a gentle smile. "You know, if you want to live me that's alright. But you'll have to live by my rules, okay?" //This was a prime opportunity to tease Mary a little bit while also making sure she remembered how great her family was. He could have a bit of a laugh, as a treat! And he'd make sure to inform Trevor of where she was the second he'd ensured she was okay and safely settled in for the time being. Poor man must be worried about his daughter, no doubt.

[thedeadthree]

multiples of five for viktor and an oc of your choice please! 💕

ROSIIEEE hii! i hope your doing well dear! <3 THATS MY DEAR BOY. ive had him for EONS he means the world to me AHH. hmm and for the second one in honor of tlou releasing today on hbo! i'll introduce alaia! <3

OC ASK GAME

5. WHAT WAS AN OCS FIRST SLOW DANCE SONG?

i would say MODUS by joji would be a cute first slow dance song for him! i would say first slow dance parter would go to the lucky dear ness (or nessie as he likes to call her <3 shes aj @jendoe's girlie!)! for a goood chunk of his life slow dances wigged him out u know? it's what his parents did at galas, and furthermore, its what people in committed relationships do u know? so it would take a "love of their life" sort to sway prince skittish of long term relationships <3

10. WHICH OC IS THE BIGGEST ROMANTIC?

to be honest i think until nessie he didn't think himself as much of a romantic? and after they become an item (nessie will likely have to go "LISTENN BUB I THINK UR NEAT" or something like that jksankjn bc for all of his banter and etc etc dear boy was like UHH when it came to the art of courting ahjsabjx). but he'll try his best! its like watching a baby dear learn how to walk which is precious but also PRIME opportunity for teasing (affectionate). wanted to be in love but didn't think it was for him u know?

15. WHICH OC HAS THE MOST FRIENDS?

he's a social butterfly my dear boy sure is! of course soap and willa and Garrick and ghost begrudgingly are the besties and price and isi are like parental figures to him <3. radolfo and alejandro (dad wars between him and price kajnsj their time together in that cell was all the convincing ale needed that vik was to be his son jjhsjh) became instant besties of his <3. he has a number of close friends and fringe acquaintances as well! though the one who will hold the candle as his friend of all friends for him would be his late brother aldric <3

20. WHICH OC GETS CRUSHES THE EASIEST?

vik gets crushes like his dogs track mud in his house... ALL THE TIME. the essence of the "falls in love with a new person everyday." hehe <3 he took the cake for that until he met *COUGH*!

25. WHICH OC IS THE MOST PRACTICAL?

hES TrYinG hIS BeST his upbringing he's a nepo baby and his tendency towards the dramatic (stubs his toe? shakespearean tragedy.) he makes an effort for practicality but like his mannerisms in the romantic department its like watching a deer learn how to walk <3 viktor "how much does a banana cost? $50?" mason <3

30. WHICH OC DRESSES THE BEST? THE WORST?

no greater slight he could make to his mother if he didn't put thought into his sense of style bjsbjd and thank the heavens for aldric and his IMMACULATE TASTE bc i am confident dear boy would have considered joggers and a t-shirt as a suitable formal wear jankxdk. he learned all he knows from him! <3

35. WHICH OC PRONOUNCES IT MEH-MEH INSTEAD OF MEME?

his grandma on his moms side in france pronounced it as meh-meh and as a like seven he used to say it that way until aldric told him its MEME not meh-meh habjsbj (after waiting EONS until vik was fifteen to tell him DARN OLDER SIBLINGS). now, its just around graves to get on his nerves <3. he's a twerp!

40. IF ALL YOUR OCS WERE TO GET INTO A GIANT, MCU STYLE FIGHT WHO WOULD WIN?

he survives only bc select clowns would find his "hot mess with a heart of gold" nature endearing <3 he's beelining for roman, ayrenn, vindamea and enya the moment he sees them! strong badass ladies who can break his neck like a twig? AND upon them knowing him for five minutes if anyone touched a hair on his head they'd zero everyone on the scene hehe <3 he's drinking mead with baelor afterwards and running for the HILLS shrieking and tears in his eyes seeing una on the back of the cannibal <3 its fun!

5. WHAT WAS AN OCS FIRST SLOW DANCE SONG?

i think maybe not a first slow dance song but something for a first emotional moment where the bleakness of the post apocalyptic landscape of the world (which members of her family may or may not have been responsible for the outbreak) and its really getting to her.. i think of DEAL ME by MeLoveMeAlot ft KÅIKÅI? the "you can't kill me I'm alive / you gotta deal me i'm alive ... we all know no paradise." i think would be lovely for her in that moment u know? like a hold her while she sways a bit sort of post panic attack moment?

10. WHICH OC IS THE BIGGEST ROMANTIC?

she was the child of seattle socialites and so the notion of romantics came from her admirers verses from her u know? but! she is for sure with the love language of gifting as that was the way she saw her parents expressing their affections and what people around her would do for her. so sort of a romantic but? not really?

15. WHICH OC HAS THE MOST FRIENDS?

i think between her and viktor she would have more friends but none of them she would consider close, acquaintances at best u know? a lot of her friendships in seattle were superficial. a lot of them were more so to have a connection to her name? to say they knew the family? she was little when the outbreak hit the friends she had and their parents it was like that? she needs friends i am PLEADING. these days its easier for her to have dalliances and acquaintances <3

20. WHICH OC GETS CRUSHES THE EASIEST?

crushes? in the year of our lord 2023 post outbreak? not on her life <3 she does have more than a few admirers though in higher circles and in leaving the comforts of home traversing the landscape <3.

25. WHICH OC IS THE MOST PRACTICAL?

alaia actually would have that over dear boy vik! i am still working things out (im doing lore diving as im watching the show rn <3) her step father before the outbreak was a neurosurgeon and he was looking into understanding the outbreak. on her defying her dads wishes and finding survivors outside of FEDRA the things she learned from him and the people around her she took to things rather well!

30. WHICH OC DRESSES THE BEST? THE WORST?

the outbreak broke out in 2003 i believe right? y2k in the post apocalyptic pnw/us fashion icon besties! luxury clothing from the 2000s and 90s inherited from her family! it may be the end times but that didn't mean she had to stop dressing cute!

35. WHICH OC PRONOUNCES IT MEH-MEH INSTEAD OF MEME?

sending memes? in the year of our lord 2023 in a post apocalyptic era? shes asking "huh?" habjwbdjbj in a no-outbreak au, dear girl was pronounces it as memes! <3 or nuisances <3 (rich people u know?)

40. IF ALL YOUR OCS WERE TO GET INTO A GIANT, MCU STYLE FIGHT WHO WOULD WIN?

oh shes not fighting jkanknw <3 fighting? in these chanel boots? she wouldn't dare! she and narcissa and sybille are sipping champagne as the fighting rages!! she would likely if she must use ye olde charm and request damiano to protect her (AND HE OBLIGES *cough* clown <3 but also love that for her! and he's valid for it!) and that's how she walks out of the conflict without a scratch <3

[musingmemories]

Continued from here with @fablesuntold (Max & Lucas)

Setting light struggled to peek through thickening clouds, slight chances of rain predicted in the forecast increasing by the passing minutes. Max dressed unprepared on purpose, hoping to get caught in a storm so violent it would carry her away with it, her yells of frustration pulled into its vortex bursting from her diaphragm.

This place is a real shithole, huh?

Words laced with disgust echoed through Max’s mind, surveying the skate park mildly. Quaint, if she had to pick an adjective to describe it. All of Hawkins was, really. Quaint. Not in a bad way like Billy said, but still something Max wasn’t familiar with. Ugh… Billy. There wasn’t a cuss word strong enough to define her living nightmare of a sibling. The Devil in disguise dedicated to making the entire world burn in his wake and reign Hell on Earth to whichever unfortunate soul crossed his path.

Lucas one of them without hesitation.

Specifically because of his tether to Max. Reasons why Lucas expressed any curiosity about her unknown, but she’d pushed and kept him at arms length to protect him. Never quite letting herself fall too far down the rabbit hole but lately it’d been Game Over for the gamer. Prime example how the dork was acting now in front of her in reaction to her outburst— annoyed for thinking and unable to turn off her brain, Max tormented by playing back Billy’s threats to Lucas again. This time about mutilating his body in front of her if he so much as caught her looking at him.

…but could she not when he was acting like such a geek?

A thought beneath the annoyance that shifted to its new target. “Don’t think? Seriously?” And as Lucas continued, Max couldn’t resist latching onto teasing him when he so graciously gave her an opportunity. “Yeah… I already figured that out about you a long time ago. It explains why you always speak without asking yourself ‘hm, is this actually dumb to say?’ first.” Just like her— well, hers was more of spitfire defense mechanism.

About to continue the goading, panic rose instead the second her beloved skateboard was wrenched from her hands, offense exhaled in a loud gasp. Actually, it was more than likely entirely summoned from being called chicken. “Excuse me? Chicken? That’s your plan? To piss me off so I don’t think?” Auburn brow raised over cerulean hues. It was working, amusement trying its damndest to make its way to the surface of a neutrally schooled expression and not dimple her cheeks the way Max wanted it to.

Leave it to Sinclair to find a creative solution to distract her.

Not that she’d admit it, cleverness wasn’t something he needed to know was a quality he possessed and hurt her ears bragging about it. “Give that back!” She lunged forward to grab the board, getting a grip and tugging backward— and was surprised to hear gravel crunching beneath the soles of her sneakers. Grinding, not sliding in a pulling motion, and Max realized she couldn’t quite take a full step back.

When the hell had Lucas gotten so strong?

Brain blanked further at the observation. Both of them here, but not here, so distracted by everything going on around them that it was nice to notice a change in Lucas while they were alone. “I have ways of making you let go…” Meant to be a bold claim also could’ve been considered flirting— and Max was… but a kiss wasn’t something she’d give away so easily. A last resort. One she knew would lead to absolute victory. Unfortunately for Lucas, nimble fingers reached for his side and danced up and down the line. “Give up, Sinclair.”

[grimxark]

@sunxstreaker never apologize…. I love talking about Rodimus. He is a curious little specimen and I am the scientist who can’t wait to conduct so many researches on him.

Case point 1. I agree. I think Bee and Rodimus shared in the same feeling of responsibility and weight. Bee having to lead the Autobots while Optimus is MIA, Rodimus coming back with the Matrix.

2. I don’t think Rodimus would ever even want to have the title beyond some strange fantasy due to the way he talks about the primes when he’s begging Orion for help. Rodimus’ past is tainted by the Primes’ wrongdoings, and I really think that Optimus putting Megatron in the Lost Light is what completely broke off whatever delusion Rodimus still had about the Matrix.

3. Bee’s and Rodimus’ relationship seems… complicated? They don’t seem to interact much despite their sharing responsibilities, and Bee acts a lot like an older brother who’s trying to deal with their reckless sibling. At least that’s the vibe I get from them (the overall way bee speaks about and to hot Rod a few times)

4. These two could’ve had such a great dynamic. It really pains me that there’s not much with them. In my general opinion it even feels like Hot Rod/Rodimus isn’t that big of a play in the story. He does stuff but he never interacts that much with everyone else, he had that team going that ended in disaster, and despite being a wrecker he was never in any issue. He’s just. Around I guess. Their relationship was 100% a missed opportunity. I think they’d have been good friends, the sort that tease each other. Not unlike what they have going in Cyberverse, maybe a little more antagonistic. I like to think Rodimus misses some of the folk he left behind when he chose to leave on his forever voyage, specially Bee, but the one who stayed is just so miserable that he really doesn’t care. And because he never stablished that connection with Bee, or anyone else for that matter, there’s really no safety net or someone to fall back onto. Bee grew onto his own shoes and started doing politics, and Rodimus just kept running away from something he never wanted because what he did want was taken from him

I think one of the biggest tells of Rodimus’ inferiority complex that he really tries to deny is the fact the single time he introduces himself as Rodimus Prime in all of mtmte is when they find Thunderclash that one time because of how intimidated he feels by TC. I feel like majorly around the Lost Light the only ones who would even know about the prime thing are either people close to command or who learned of it later on, because it’s pretty obvious to me that neither Nautica nor Lotty really know. Because despite neither being entirely too religious (from what is shown anyway) they were still deeply entranced in a culture that praised the primes. And religious or not that’s something hard to just let go when you come in contact with a literal character of your religion.

I just think that he really doesn’t like the title as much as he makes it look like and it’s definitely the sort of title he’d be disgusted by as time goes on and he has time to process 4 million years of war. He didn’t even get to choose the title he just died and woke up different. Didn’t even have time to process it before he essentially got plugged to a ship and threatened to die again.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

I loved the arranged marriage post!! can we get the same thing with the allies? Thank uou <33

Another originally half finished ask that's been in my inbox for a year, poggers

America • Alfred Jones

When his boss told him that he'd have to get married, he didn't quite realize what it meant

Only when you stood across from him in front of an officiator in a court house, exchanging rings, did he start to panic

He's 19 after all, prime time to go to parties and hoe around, not stand at an alter

S u p e r nervous at first, he wears the wedding ring all the time and tries to act like a proper husband, worried that he'd offend you otherwise

After a bit though, he'll realize that the term ‘husband’ is just a formality and he’ll be much more relaxed

Only wears the ring when he has to, even then, he forgets about it half of the time

Canada • Matthew Williams

Everything about the ordeal stresses him out

He’s 19, you’re a stranger, and this entire situation is, honestly, really unneeded

He never really voices these things, though, because he thinks it’s a personification’s job to serve their country and their people

He does, however, accidentally act like an actual husband to you

He does things like getting you coffee or tea on an especially long day, complimenting you often (he just believes that everyone deserves to get genuine compliment)

You two definitely become friends, whether you want to at first or not

He's just such an inherently friendly guy

Whether he wears the ring depends on if you do or not

China • Yao Wang

He took the news alright

He's a few thousand years old, so it was bound to happen at some point, right?

His siblings definitely tease him about it, mostly Hong Kong though, "You're such an old man, I thought you'd turn into dust before it happened"

Regardless, whether he knew you before the arrangement or not, he’ll be formal at work and a tad bit more casual outside of it

It's common to only wear wedding rings during the ceremony and anniversaries, so him only having to wear his during nation centric functions doesn't seem too out of place

England • Arthur Kirkland

Honestly he’s just tired when he’s told that you two will have to get married

He doesn't make a huge fuss or anything, he's actually quite polite about the ordeal

He's just a little bit annoyed (not at you, at your bosses for arranging it)

If you two didn't know each other that well before you got married, he's much more formal around you than regularly, trying his best to let you know without actually telling you that the marriage is just a formality

If you two were familiar with one another before the marriage, he feels much more comfortable, making the occasional sarcastic or snarky remark about it (all in good faith)

Only wears his ring when it’s mandatory for him to

France • François Bonnefoy

Surprisingly, France wasn't too happy with having to get married

While he is the country of love and has always wanted to know what it was like to truly fall in love and get married to someone, the idea of having to be in loveless one didn't fit that ideal

That being said, he’s very much open to the idea of, within time, trying something with you (be warned- if you two do fall in love, he’ll be expecting an actual wedding)

Flirts with you to try to get you a bit more relaxed into the political marriage

Gently refuses to wear the ring outside of when he has to, it just makes him a little bit bitter about the situation

Russia • Ivan Braginsky

He was actually quite alright with it

He recognizes that the title of "husband" in this circumstance is merely just another professional title, and it doesn't mean you two are in a romantic relationship

It does, however, mean you two are in a platonic one (and that's not something you can really get out of)

In fact, he sees this as an opportunity to build bonds and make new friends and allies, and he has a genuine interest in getting to know you more personally

He wears the ring all the time, it's a lovely little gift afterall and to let it stay on his desk would just be a waste

[the-strength-of-the-wolffe]

Pilot headcanons!

On the whole, pilot squadrons are less cohesive than trooper squads (visually, relationally, etc.).

They enjoy the closest relationship with General Plo out of any clone unit, as he has an affinity for fellow aviators and flies with them regularly. They truly see him as an equal, a brother.

Most of them think they’re cooler than the troopers and put on a haughty air around them; they’re very much into the navy vs. army feud.

A prime example: they invent the call sign “Wolfpack” as a reference to their partnership with a wolf-themed battalion, but when the 104th gets wind of it, the meaning changes to include anyone affiliated with Wolffe—an appropriation the pilots resent. They aren’t above letting out mocking howls at passing troopers.

Jag

It was difficult for me to accept him—like Cody and Bly, he was tainted by my pre-TCW perception of the clones being cold-blooded Jedi murderers. It took me a while to shake that.

There’s interesting lore about him, some of which I’ve assimilated. Mainly, he’s a pilot disgraced. A failed mission cost him lives and would’ve ended his career, but General Plo hears about it and brings him into the fold. Although he can’t forgive himself, he doesn’t squander his second chance.

He proves to be a top-notch aviator, the obvious pick for instructor and team leader. During high-risk missions, the General divides the rookies between them, trusting his steady and prudent approach.

Out of the cockpit, he’s a bit of a controversial figure. Some judge him for his past mistakes while others choose to respect him for who he is now. Regardless, he’s usually not included in their off-duty shenanigans. He doesn’t let on how much this disheartens him.

Warthog

I imagined him with a lot of hair, so he sports a messy mohawk that he lightens rather inexpertly to brown or blond. His looks don’t matter to him as much as his helmet; it’s his pride and joy (gotta be one of my favorite designs).

He’s one of the youngest and least experienced pilots (rushed into service like Domino Squad). In a chaotic environment, he benefits from clear direction, otherwise he tends to get overexcited or lose his head.

His mates tease him for being picky, but he simply values his creature comforts—food at the right temperatures, clean bedding, etc. In another life, he could’ve been hedonistic, but he doesn’t have that opportunity in the military.

He’s emotionally expressive and affectionate, unashamedly. He’s virtually the only clone bold/comfortable enough to hug General Plo. (I assigned each of the five canon Wolfpack members a love language—his is physical touch.)

The next seven are my boys, here to thicken the ranks a bit. I’ve simplified their descriptions to accommodate the growing roster.

Drift: the personable one, was friends with Kickback (from “Storm over Ryloth”) and wears a snowflake symbol in his memory, flies gunships more than fighters (doesn’t mind the tedium), conflict-avoidant, Caltrop and Teal persistently test his comfort zone

Corsair: the disciplined one, has little patience for anyone he perceives to be reckless or scattered (Warthog, Onyx, and Caltrop being chief among them), an aircraft enthusiast, loyal to a fault, experiences disconcerting flashes of intuition (a hint of Force sensitivity)

Onyx: the sophisticated one, a rookie like Warthog who can get overwhelmed during combat, disdainful of domineering types like Corsair and Fray, good at painting (he designed the “Plo’s Bros” nose art and Warthog’s helmet) and barters his skills, doesn’t handle death well

Anchor: the sensible one, focused and emotionally detached (coping mechanism), a natural “older sibling” (no one messes with him), copilots gunships with Drift, one of Jag’s supporters, a foodie who can work magic on the blandest fare (popular in the mess hall for this)

Caltrop: the resilient one, versatile pilot with an interest in aerobatics (which he shares with Warthog and Teal), has an unfair reputation for being a doofus (mostly because of his name choice), actually an avid reader, notorious smack-talker (outdoing even Onyx and Fray)

Fray: the combative one, brings passion to everything he does, excellent fighter pilot (Teal is his wingman and best friend), prone to jealousy when outperformed, staunchly believes in/respects pilot superstitions (his personal preflight ritual is stretching inside the cockpit)

Teal: the adventurous one, fearless but has good judgment, excellent fighter pilot (in combat his coordination with Fray is almost psychic), has adopted some of Fray’s rituals, one of Jag’s critics (he has no sympathy for pilot error and isn’t merciful by nature) 

[saorikuhara39]

Feb 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Obey Me! VAs: CAST INTERVIEW

Feb 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Obey Me! VAs (On sale during Dec 2020) ①What is the appeal of your character? ②Do you see any similarities between yourself and your character? ③Please tell us about your most memorable story during your recording sessions.

Lucifer's VA: Kazuya Yamashita

①I guess he's a calm sadist (lol). I believe that his personality is a different kind of black-heartedness than Satan's, as he can punish his brothers with a smile. That being said, he seems to be a complete protectionist, and the fun of making others wonder where his weaknesses are may also be his charm!

②Mostly, they are the exact opposite. If I had to pick one area where we are similar... I would say it's our composed expressions. Lucifer's unfazed expression portrays his inner self, but in my case, it's just me not thinking about anything (lol).

③That was when we recorded the game voices for the first time. I remember having to redo a few lines of dialogue for the dance battle because the nuances were so different. "Ha! "Hmph!" I fought with the images in my head as much as I could (lol).

Mammon's VA: Hirotaka Kobayashi

①I think he is very positive, cheerful, honest, and also good at thinking freely, dynamic, and good at taking care of people. He may be a bad influence, but he's kind in some way, and that's what makes people fall for his irresistible charm.

②Our similarities...... We both love money (lol). I'm also bad at watching horror movies. I think it depends on the movie, but sometimes the sound and voices gets really loud, and I get all freaked out by it, so I can't get the content into my head at all.

③I decided to go for an early morning run to get my energy up on the day of the recording of my character song, but it seems that I had overdone it, and my thighs and shins were sore throughout the recording session. It didn't affect my recording, but I think it's important to exercise on a regular basis.

Leviathan's VA: Satoshi Kada

①He's really great in that he takes pride in his hobbies and likes, and that he never forgets to respect the works that he loves. He's the prime example of an otaku! But somehow, he also looks out for the people around him, not just himself. I think that's what's so wonderful about him.

②He takes the role of negativity. And an otaku. And being witty. And being teased. We're so much alike that it's hard to believe...... (laughs).

③My memorable moments...... It always happens, but when Levi gets really passionate when it comes to his favorites, I also get passionate and find myself worked out a sweat without knowing.

Satan's VA: Shinya Sumi

①At first glance, he may seem unsociable, but he also has a affectionate side and loves cats. He also can be cynical, but to put it in another way, he has strong communication skills. His rebellious attitude out of love toward Lucifer is cute.

②No doubt, we both have two sides of ourselves. My speech, gestures, and attitude may change depending on the person I'm talking to, just like Satan. I am getting along with a dog, while Satan reveals his expressions to cats that he doesn't want anyone else to see.

③As I've had more and more opportunities to record, I've learned more about Satan. He would definitely not like it, and I was shocked when I've realized that, but if you're from overseas and have been playing for a while, maybe you've noticed this: Satan is similar to Lucifer.

Asmodeus's VA: Ayme Miura

①At first I thought, "What a unique character...! (Actually, so am I... lol) But the more I was attached to him, the more I thought he is surprisingly cute, and lovable, and is someone that you can have fun with... in the end, I think he has this charm that makes himself all forgivable! When you are feeling a little down, he's the guy who's exceptionally good at accepting everything, so do take good care of him!

②It's a given that we believe and push forward our own aesthetics and worldview even though they're different from the others (lol). I also think we're very similar in that we like to be glamorous. I'm more of a shy person so I can't be that bright and refreshing like him (lol).

③I've been focusing on nothing but music as a musician, so this was my first experience as a voice actor. So it was quite a challenge for me to create the role of Asmo-chan. Now I think I've created my own image of Asmo!

Beelzebub's VA: Kyohei Yaguchi

①Beelzebub is a man of few words and doesn't seem to have much emotions, but he is lovely in a way that he is very honest and conveys his thoughts and feelings straightforwardly. It's not something that can be easily done... Honesty is the best policy!

②The similarity between myself and Beelzebub is that we both love to eat. I'm eating five thin-skinned red bean buns while writing this comment ♪ Rather than being similar, I'll be aiming for a body as buff as Beel's! I've started going to the gym ♪

③There are many dishes and sweets with eccentric names in the script, and I was excited to imagine what they would be like while recording! I'd love to see them become real someday!

Belphegor's VA: Satoshi Onishi

①Belphegor is the youngest of his siblings, and he is somehow the most loved by the other brothers. However, because he is loved so much, he's currently in a rebellious phase. As you get to know him better, he gets cuter and cuter, and I hope you enjoy that about him!

②We both sleep all day long! As the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor loves to sleep! When I don't have anything to do, I usually spend my time sleeping. There was a time when I went to bed at 11pm, and I was shocked when I found out that I woke up at 8pm!

③The most memorable part was the recording of Lucifer's audio drama. That's because, the only line I had was 'snoring'!! Even though in my mind I thought, "What!? This is all I have to say today?", I put all my effort into each and every snore.

[shera-dnd]

Cupid’s Kiss

Took me way longer than expected curse the whims of my mental health but the winner of this month’s 3k fic poll is finally here!

In which Carmen and Julia have a lovely totally not date in Paris while in search for two thieves who are certainly also not having a date

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and here is the ao3 link if you’d rather read it over there

also this fic was brought to you thanks to the help of @cantdrawshaw

NOW ON WITH THE FIC

Carmen Sandiego was the best at her job. She had bested trained assassins and killer robots, evaded the world’s most advanced detective agency, and destroyed the largest criminal organization. All in her early twenties.

Yet there was one task she was not prepared to face. One that escaped her skills, both martial and technical. One that she had failed to plan around. One that existed entirely beyond the range of her skills. A foe that she could not beat.

“Come on, Carm,” Zack called, “it can’t be that hard. If even Ivy could score with the girls, you can do it too.”

“Even Ivy?!” His sister replied, furious, “I’ve been with more girls than you, jackass.”

“Guys, guys!” Carmen interrupted, “you’re not helping.”

Mentioning her interest in spending more time with Julia Argent had been the biggest mistake she had made in weeks. This was supposed to be a peaceful day at their old home base, but now here she was.

Her friends were trying so hard to help her and she couldn’t even be mad at how poorly they were doing, because she knew she wouldn’t fare much better were the roles reversed.

“Sorry,” the siblings replied in unison.

“I appreciate the support,” she assured them, “but I’m not trying to ‘score’ with anyone. I just wanna get to know Jules a little better.”

“So this is not a date?” Ivy asked.

“No!” She replied, a little too quickly, “me and Jules aren’t like that. She’s more of a… professional acquaintance. A coworker.”

“Carm,” Zack replied, “we’re coworkers and you’ve never had a bouquet of roses delivered to my door.”

“It was just a thank you for handling all those precious artifacts for me,” she explained, “she’s a hard worker, she deserved it.”

“Sure,” Ivy nodded, unconvinced, “is that why you take time to chat over coffee with her every other caper?”

“Not every moment of our lives has to be a chase, you know?” she countered.

“Or why you keep finding excuses to dance with her?”

“It’s the easiest way to speak privately at those parties without garnering unwanted attention,” she recited as if from a textbook.

“Or why-”

“Cease this!” Shadowsan’s stern voice commanded and the siblings fell silent, “VILE has trained her to never cave under interrogation. You’ll have a better chance extracting information from a rock.”

Carmen smirked at them, proud to have her skills of deflection recognized.

“Do not be so full of yourself,” he added, making Carmen flinch just a bit, “I have taught those lessons for years and I know how to see through them.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she deflected, looking away.

He walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder with uncharacteristic gentleness.

“I have seen the happiness Miss Argent brings you,” he said, “and I wish you the best of luck should you wish to pursue it.”

That meant a lot to Carmen. More than she could really express in words. But after she had been so thoroughly embarrassed by her friends, all she could really say was,

“Not you too.”

She looked up at the smirking siblings and braced herself...

“Hey, Red,” Player’s voice called, just in the nick of time.

“Player!” She jumped to attention and grabbed the laptop from their desk.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, “everything okay, Red?”

Zack and Ivy snickered as they sat by each side of her, so they could see Player.

“I think Carm would rather you sent her on a crazy chase instead of sitting here talking about her crush on Jules,” Ivy teased.

“Well it looks like you might get to do both,” Player replied, to Carmen’s dismay, “look who our cameras just found walking around Paris.”

The screen cut to a video feed of one of ACME’s hidden cameras over the streets of Paris. None of the people on camera seemed particularly conspicuous… until a particular pair walked on screen. Even without their costumes Carmen could always recognize them.

“Tigress and Paper Star,” she noted, “those two can’t be up to any good.”

“Looks like we’ll be going to Paris, eh Carm?” Ivy commented as she playfully nudged her side.

“City of love,” Zack added as he joined the nudging.

Carmen groaned. This was gonna be a rough mission.

Chase had grown a lot over the past few months. His deductive reasoning had vastly improved, his mood was far more amenable, and he actually stopped to listen to Julia nowadays. What hadn’t really improved with time was his overall clumsiness. 

“Miss Argent, I’ll be fine,” his insistence was interrupted by a powerful sneeze, “This is nothing.”

“Agent Devineaux, please,” she pleaded, “you’re in no state to continue this investigation.”

Devineaux had landed himself into his fair share of rivers over the months he had worked for ACME, and it seemed that so many cold baths had finally caught up to his health. Not that he would ever admit to that.

“Nonsense,” he claimed, “I’ll be back in perfect shape by the time we land in Paris.”

The sneeze that followed said otherwise.

“Chase, please,” she asked again, “rest. I can handle this.”

“I refuse to send my partner on a mission by herself.”

“As sweet as your concern is,” she countered, “I doubt I’ll be by myself for long.”

“Ah yes, I’m sure La Femme Rouge will make for good company,” he agreed and she was glad he did, but it sounded like there was more to his words. “Were you anyone else I’d worry this was all a ploy to have some private time with Miss Sandiego.”

She shot him an unamused glare.

“Apologies,” he said almost immediately.

“Accepted,” she sighed, “but I do not appreciate any insinuations as to the nature of me and Miss Sandiego’s relationship. We’re good friends, nothing more.”

“Of course,” he nodded, but Julia could tell he had more to say.

Truly his detective skills have improved considerably as of late. It had become harder and harder for Julia to pass her excitement for those missions as simple passion for her work. Not when she had abandoned that work as soon as it conflicted with her passion for… something else.

Chase was her friend and she knew he’d understand her feelings for Carmen. She was also sure he’d do his best to keep it a secret until she was confident enough to bring these things to light. She trusted him and she didn’t fear anything of the sorts.

What she did fear was Chase trying to wingman for her. Just the thought was enough to fill her with dread. Enough dread to keep her mouth shut about her feelings in the vicinity of Agent Devineaux. Even if it felt bad to hide this from her friend.

Thankfully the Chief chose that exact moment to call her to give her updated information on their targets. 

Now she could just shut off all these awkward feelings and focus on her work.

The Louvre had been an obvious target. The world’s most famous museum, home to thousands of priceless works of art, including the Mona Lisa itself. It was so obvious in fact that VILE had never bothered to consider it.

But VILE was gone now and its escaped students no longer had any faculty to dissuade them from this target.

That’s why Carmen now walked its halls, diligently searching for any security flaws that could be exploited and any sign of the two master thieves on the loose.

She still took time to appreciate the art of course. This was the most famous museum in the world for a reason and she wasn’t gonna let this unique opportunity escape her, even with the evil duo to watch for.

Carmen had her attention split in every possible direction, her mind juggling its many tasks as she wandered hall after hall. Until, that is, she found something that pulled her focus into one singular point.

A shorter woman in a nice fitted suit, standing before one of the statues.

“Jules,” she greeted as she walked up behind her.

“Miss Sandiego,” Julia smiled as she greeted her, utterly unsurprised. She must have been expecting her, “it’s nice to see you here.”

“It’s nice seeing you too,” she replied, “and we went over this before, Carmen is just fine.”

“Carmen,” she said, in a way that warmed Carmen’s heart, “I take it you’ve been enjoying your time in Paris.”

“Hard to go sightseeing while I’ve got work to do, but I’m making do,” she shrugged, “how about you? What caught your attention today?”

Julia turned back to the statue she had been appreciating until then, “Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss.”

Carmen smirked, it was her time to shine.

“Sculpted by Antonio Canova, commissioned by welsh art-collector John Campbell in 1787,” she recited from memory, “its prime version was acquired by the Louvre in 1824 after the death of its previous owner, Joachim Murat.”

“Very impressive,” Julia praised, “I wish my students put half as much time as you do into their research.”

“I’m just good at memorizing trivia,” Carmen shrugged, trying to hide her pride at earning that praise, “I’m sure you know so much more than me on the subject.”

Boy was Carmen right about that. That seemed to have been the cue to send Julia into a long lecture about the neoclassical and romantic periods, as well as an analysis of the sculpture’s mythological origins and the many interpretations of the myth.

Many people would probably find this amount of information unspeakably tedious. But for Carmen, who was always hungry to learn about the world around her (and could never get tired of Jules speaking so enthusiastically,) it was exciting and endearing.

Carmen had realized then that she wanted nothing more than to spend her every waking hour listening to Julia talk on and on about anything she wanted, as long as it was passionate like this. Maybe someday soon.

Right now they had the whole rest of the Louvre to scout.

“Alright, alright, victory is yours,” Carmen playfully interrupted, “I guess you really are the biggest history nerd here.”

“Oh I’m sorry, it seems I got a bit carried away,” Julia cringed in shame. Damn it Sandiego! “I didn’t mean to bore you.”

“You couldn’t bore me if you tried,” Carmen assured her as she placed a hand on her arm, “I mean it. It’s nice hearing you talk.”

“Unfortunately I no longer teach,” she replied, “otherwise I would have given you an open invitation to any of my classes.”

“Well, how about you show me around the place?” she suggested, “we can call this a private lesson.”

At that Julia smiled again, “then I hope your memory is as good as you say it is, Carmen Sandiego, because I’ll be quizzing you at the end of the tour.”

They both laughed as Julia led them along to the next art piece in what was clearly a meticulously planned tour of the museum. Jules kept her teacher face on for all of her little lectures, but as they walked from room to room it felt so simple and casual.

For once Carmen felt like there was no rush and that she could just enjoy her time with someone she cared about. Maybe that was the moment. Her chance to make something out of this and let Julia know how she felt.

“Hey, Jules,” she called, walking a little closer to her.

“Yes?” Julia turned to look at her, she seemed surprised by the sudden closeness, but did not move away from her.

Carmen decided to take that as a good sign.

“This has been really nice, you know?” she tried, her usual confidence failing her, “just spending time with you like this.”

“I guess it was,” she replied with- Wait, was that a blush? No, that had to be wishful thinking.

“Yeah,” she agreed, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck, “and I just feel like-”

It was then that she was rudely reminded of what she was here to do.

“-you have got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Julia jumped a little in surprise.

“5 o’clock, behind you,” Carmen instructed.

She turned to look and there they were. Tall, blonde and scheming, and short, monochromatic and homicidal. The two thieves they were here to catch. Two thieves that had also noticed them.

They both smirked at them for a moment, before Paper Star whispered something into Tigress’s ear and they both bolted in separate directions.

“I go for Tigress, you go for Paper Star,” Carmen ordered as she bolted after her target.

Tigress was the fastest of the two, and the one most likely to pull dirty tricks on them. Unfortunately for her, Carmen was well-versed in all of those tricks, and of course had all her equipment on her. It’s amazing how much she could hide in just a red hoodie.

Soon Tigress had led the both of them out of the main building, ready to make a run for it and disappear into the city. Her mistake though, was going somewhere Carmen could use her grappling hook without worrying about damaging priceless works of art.

She swung after her, quickly closing the distance and knocking her down with a kick to the stomach. Tigress groaned as she forced herself back up, but instead of running again or getting ready to fight Carmen, she simply shouted.

“Come on!”

“Done running around?” Carmen taunted.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” she replied. Well that was unusual, “did you girlfriend catch Paper Star already?”

“What!?” She nearly jumped in surprise, “She’s not- we’re not- that doesn’t matter! You’re going to jail, for good this time.”

“For what?” she replied.

“Trying to steal from the Louvre!”

“Ah yes, because that’s the only reason we’d be enjoying some time together in the city of love,” she mocked and rolled her eyes.

Was she implying what she thought she was implying?

“Aww, babe,” a voice above them called. Paper Star leaned out of a nearby window and openly teased her partner in crime.

Babe?

“She caught you already?” she continued

Tigress groaned again, “not my fault you got easy mode.”

Paper Star jumped down and casually hooked her arms around Tigress’s neck.

“Well I’ve won,” she declared, “now where’s my prize?”

The last thing Carmen expected was for the two of them to kiss right there in front of her, and yet that was exactly what they did.

“I did not need to see that!” She complained.

“You were the one who interrupted our date!” Tigress complained back.

“Do you seriously want me to believe that you two were just spending the evening together in the Louvre as a date?”

“Was that not what you and your little agent were doing too?” Paper Star teased.

Carmen’s reflex was to say no, but… was that what they were doing? They had been walking around, sightseeing, talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company and- oh god Carmen almost confessed to her back there. 

This was her chance to have a proper date with Jules and it got ruined right at the finish line because of a mission that didn’t even exist in the first place!

She would have time to figure all of this out later, right now she had a job to do and two smug assholes to put in their place. Thankfully she already knew just how to do that.

“You’re right, it was very rude of me to interrupt your romantic evening,” Carmen raised her hands in surrender and backed away, “how about you two get back to what you were doing and I can arrest you both tomorrow?”

“What?” Tigress challenged, “no romantic chase over the rooftops of Paris?”

“I’m sure your girlfriend would love that,” Paper Star added.

“Actually I think Julia would rather just have you behind bars,” she shrugged.

Right on cue the ACME’s blue sleep gas finally reached the both of them, making them both drop on the spot. It was kinda cute how they were put to sleep still holding each other. Carmen almost felt bad for arresting them. Almost.

She pulled her grappling hook again and launched herself through the open window above, landing right next to a very proud Julia Argent.

“Two for one,” Carmen praised, “at this rate, pretty soon you won’t be needing my help anymore.”

“I appreciate the compliment, but I had my partner down there to keep them in place,” Julia replied playfully. Carmen’s heart skipped a beat at the word ‘partner’, even though she knew she meant it as coworkers.

“Always happy to play distraction for you, Jules,” she played along.

Taking another step forward, Carmen felt her sense of balance completely leave her as she accidentally inhaled some sleep gas fumes. 

She tumbled forward, but before she hit the ground she felt Julia’s arms holding her up. It took her a second to shake away the effects of the gas, and another second to process the position they were in. How Julia was holding her like she had just dipped her in a dance.

For a moment they froze, staring into each other’s eyes as they held onto each other, until finally Julia helped her up again.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Julia apologized as she tried to fix up Carmen’s scuffed clothes.

“It’s fine,” Carmen assured her, “I should’ve been more careful around the sleep gas.”

Still Julia fussed over her, readjusting Carmen’s hoodie as she muttered a few more apologies. It took her a moment to notice just how close they were both standing now. The realization made her jump back a bit on reflex, but still she remained considerably close to Carmen.

She took a moment to collect herself before finally asking, “so uh- you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Carmen sighed in relief. Good to know those two hadn’t completely destroyed her chances.

“I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed our time together today,” she admitted, “before we got interrupted that is.”

Julia gave her a genuine smile that made her heart stop, “I enjoyed our time too. It’s nice to be able to talk about these things outside of work.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, feeling her confidence return bit by bit, “wanna do that again sometime? Maybe over some coffee.”

Jules seemed surprised at first as she caught on to what Carmen meant, but that expression was quickly replaced by a playful smile.

“Carmen Sandiego,” she called, “are you asking me out on a date?”

“Nothing escapes ACME’s best detective,” she joked, “I guess I am.”

“Then I’ll have to ask you to wait a little for my answer,” she asked.

Carmen opened her mouth to say that she was more than fine with waiting however long she needed, but she was frozen mid motion when Julia’s lips met her own. A quick, sweet little peck. 

“I want to finish our first before we plan the second.”

[lifeofkaze]

...Okay, I can't resist. Could I submit a ⭐ request for the Fareva ficlet you did, Paint Me a Picture? (i'msorryijustlovethemsomuchIcan'thelpit 🙈)

Of course you can! Seeing an ask from you always make me so happy 💛💚

Alright, let's talk Paint Me A Picture 🥰

When we had our first chat about the loveliness that are these two polar opposites, the vague idea of Reva pulling Farid along to show him something in excitement was there in my mind very early on and I just *knew* I wanted to write something for them. (Just the image of tiny but determined Reva and tall but ever so shy and flustered Farid alone makes me warm and fuzzy all over again.)

I remembered giving Reva the ability to spray paint in an off-hand ask, but never planned to do much with it. It was more of a nod to her artistic as hell best friend Zadie @the-al-chemist and I figured spray painting would fit Reva's skater aesthetic best. And here was the prime opportunity to actually make use of it!

What changed most before I started writing was probably the setting. I contemplated letting the short play out in Montrose when Farid is visiting, with Dylan and Reva both working on the picture and shooing away some Muggle kids claiming the wall they're spraying on. But I couldn't really make that work. Also you said Farid is probably a Cancer, so they would be at school during that time. I then thought about Reva painting in the Room of Requirements. I really liked the idea of her dragging Farid through the castle because I think he doesn't get as much opportunity to explore there as he would like. But again, it didn't really feel right.

I finally settled on Hogsmeade, because 1) Farid lives there and would go there naturally and 2) Reva giving jack all about the rules and sneaking out on a regular basis is so her. I also decided to replace Dylan with Zadie, mainly because while Zadie and Farid probably kind of know each other, they're not really friends in their own rights (as of now, at least?). Had Dylan been part of this I would have gotten this adorable sibling dynamic out of it, but it also would have taken the focus away from Reva and Farid, seeing as Dylan is his best friend and that would have changed the pacing of the story, I think. Zadie just made more sense, from her being a begrudging but still supporting part of Reva's ideas to her teasing her friend about her obvious crush on Farid - even though Reva doesn't want to admit it either to Zadie or herself at this point.

One thing I did have to change after talking to you was Reva's reaction to Farid seeing the picture. My original plan was either her kissing him on the cheek or hugging him before being off on her way but after consulting you and some research of my own, I realised that would be such a massive overstepping of Farid's boundaries that it didn't work at all. Reva isn't that respectful of rules in general, but when it comes to people's personal boundaries and beliefs, that's something she takes seriously and would never intentionally break these.

I was a little at a loss of what to do then, because Reva's primary love language is physical touch and she is a very impulsive person. But then again, my confusion and desire to write her touching him was exactly what she was feeling in that particular moment, so I decided to just adapt it as it was. That's why she reaches out to him on instinct but stops herself last minute, even though it's really hard for her. Everything about Farid is a challenge for her ways and character and that's what makes him so frustrating and intriguing at the same time for her. Reva never backs down from a challenge after all 💛❤️

[evilzoldyck]

No Strings Attached

You hated being alone.

Throughout all of your life the people you held dear to your heart had left you in the pursuit of their own goals and achievements. Born into a competitive and eccentric world where miscellaneous and bizarre adventures are just at the corner of the street took a toll in holding a stable relationship with just about anyone. Your own parents left you once you were at the age to be able to fend for yourself, moving through various countries and cities in search of new opportunities also meant that you couldn’t make lasting friends, and with no siblings to interact with, you were mostly just by yourself.

Now at the age of adulthood, you managed to establish a close circle of friends as well as a stable job in a comfortable city where the hustle and bustle of it all seemed never-ending but remained unchanging. After years of failing to build some sort of bond with anyone, you developed a sense of fear of abandonment. To make matters even worse, you craved an intimate connection with someone you could share with for the rest of your life.

In juxtaposition of the contrasting characters you possess you were then extremely susceptible to being taken advantage of. There were often too times where you couldn't help falling for their saccharine words, the way they approach you at the bar with their charming and rugged features while offering you only the sweetest drink. However that was all it was, just an illusion powdered up with dishonest sentimentality. 

Your friends would often reprimand you for how easily you’re swayed by their empty promises, how quickly you fall heads over heels, how hastily you give yourself to them. It's no wonder that with your childlike innocence and overzealousness in finding love had gotten you nowhere but more pain and suffering. Founding out the hard way that they never considered a real relationship with you but would rather keep up pretences just to get a taste of what you felt like.

Once they’ve gotten what they desired it was just natural that they leave. You've lost count at how many nights you lost crying over dumb little boys until daybreak, staying in your room until you couldn’t tell the difference between the moon or the sun anymore. You were still young, naive and sensitive; your heart ached from only giving love and receiving nothing in return. 

But was it really that wrong for you to want something you never had? You weren’t quite yet giving up but with the countless series of unfortunate experiences in dating, you harboured quite a stigma around fair looking guys with silver tongues. It was at that moment you met him. 

Jispa.

Despite his boyish looks and charismatic smile that was just so contagious and bright, he was everything you despised. His coy conversations, his flirty demeanour and adventurous spirit told you all you needed to know should you return his stubborn feelings for you. Everything about him reminded you of your exes. Guys like Jispa didn’t have a penchant for caring much about relationships or basically anyone but themselves.

Nevertheless, he was relentless in his own pursuit, showing up wherever you went, showering you with unctuous platitudes and surprising you with small yet thoughtful gifts. It was by far the most anyone had ever done for you, recounting at how quickly they would retract once you reject their offer for a drink to save face.

But not Jispa, he was shameless with his emotions and careless in how he wields it. No matter how many times you’ve turned him away he always came running back optimistically with that gleam in his eyes, hoping that this time you would reciprocate.

You knew you couldn’t let him get too close to you, for if you did you’re afraid you might never recover if he left. People with an innate sense of adventure never tended to stay for too long, just like your parents which you learned well from early on.

However you couldn’t deny that you loved and craved his ardent attention on you

Throughout his incessant interest and amidst of your own solitude you ended up having quite a unique relationship with the said man, one with no strings attached.

Was it strange? Cruel? Ironic? All of your friends seemed to thought so, sleeping with a man who professed his fondness for you while you exploited his affections and used him liberally for your own personal gain. But wasn’t the reason he was after you the exact same thing all men wanted?

At first you thought what you did was completely harmless, in fact you decisively considered that this give and take contract would be beneficial for the both of you. One where you would partake in the enjoyment of each other’s pleasure while remaining completely detached in the emotional aspect. You figured he would tire in your company and move on to other things like so many had, and yet instead after a month of this particular exchange, you would find him still as smitten as the first day you met him.

You knew better than to let your feelings dictate your actions. He was here for a good time and so were you, treating each other more as a convenience rather than proper lovers.

Which is why you were here this evening, dressed at your best from the dress you picked out since last night to meet someone. Sitting alone at the designated café, you checked your phone to see that he was twenty minutes late.

Sure, things can happen during the road, it wasn’t that big of a deal. You made a note that the highways can get pretty congested during the evenings, one of the adverse effects of living in the city was that the traffic could become unbearable during the prime hours. These kinds of thoughts would’ve easily calmed you down but the way he hadn’t responded to your texts all day had your stomach turn into knots.

No way would your friend confidently introduce you to would turn out to be the type to do something like this. She said that he was exactly your type, someone who was also serious about relationships, someone kind and charitable, educated and progressive, someone who valued trust and teamwork. From the way she pitched this guy, he sounded like the one for you.

Quickly texting him another message, you decided to wait for ten more minutes.

Bouncing one of your legs up and down in anticipation, you watched the sky got darker and darker turning from bright orange to a deep purple haze as the minute passes while mindlessly sipping at your drink which became diluted from all the ice melting.

“Excuse me, are you using this chair?” A girl requested politely in a soft tone as if not to startle you. You looked up from the window at the sudden voice and gathered yourself quickly from your daze.

“Oh sorry, I’m waiting on someone.” Shooting her an apologetic smile she shyly apologised back and returned to her group of friends in search for another extra chair somewhere else. The girl may feel a bit self-conscious at your rejection but nothing could compare to how embarrassed you felt.

Getting up from your chair you don’t head for the exit but instead the counter, buying another glass of your favourite drink from this place. The barista took your order where you paid and returned back to your table, scrolling idly through your phone.

The ten minutes you told yourself quickly turned into forty minutes.

After today you would have to look for another establishment that made pastries and drinks as good as this one for you knew you could never show your face here again. The same group of teenage girls who jovially exchanged conversations had soon finished and left the place passing by you and though they didn’t say anything or particularly looked your way, you could feel shame starting to set in at the still clearly empty chair.

You felt as if all eyes were on you, wondering why you were here for so long, who you were waiting for. The workers in this café probably knew that you got stood up, they most likely even knew from way before. This was the third time this week something like this happened to you, actually you hadn’t had much luck in even meeting anyone, after days worth of promising talk you would suddenly never hear from them again.

Anger, resent, humiliation.

Those were the emotions that were raging inside you. You wished you hadn’t been so blinded by false hopes again, you wish you hadn’t spent so much time preparing yourself for the date, you wish you hadn’t listened to your friend, you wish you hadn’t gotten out of bed at all.

The city had now turned on all the lights as the midnight sky settled in for the night. Blinking back the tears you looked up at your contacts and texted a quick message wondering if they had any plans.

Instead of texting back the person called you immediately after the text was delivered.

“Hey, I got your message.” That’s right, Jispa always preferred calling over texting. “I’m at the gym, do you need something?”

Biting the inside of your cheek you held on to the little pride you have left and replied, “no, just wondering.” Deflating once you knew that he was doing something else.

“Are you doing anything right now?”

“No.” Jispa let out a breathy laughter through the phone which sounded so damn attractive that you scolded yourself for thinking so.

“I get it, you just miss me that much,” you could practically see his smug face and teasing grin from the sound of his voice. “Even after we did it so many times yesterday-”

“I’m hanging up,” you retorted back as he mirthfully laughed once more and begged you not to.

“Drop your pin for me babe, I’ll come get you right now.”

“But what about your training session?” you couldn’t help but ask, masking your contentment as soon as he made his mind up on skipping his night time workout routine.

“And pass up the chance to see you? I think you should know me better than that by now.” You could never get over how easily he throws you compliments, nevertheless you started to ease yourself the more you talked to him, your loneliness slowly creeping away from you and making you feel whole again.

You ended up giving him your location at the end as he arrived just minutes later on his infamous motorcycle. Showing you his dazzling smile before making a quick comment on how pretty you looked, he took of his jacket and handed it to you- well more like draped it over your shoulders.

“It’s cold,” Jispa nonchalantly said. You rolled your eyes at his cheesy attempt but thanked him regardless as you got on the back of the seat. You had your hands at his sides before he suddenly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer so that you hugged him tightly. Sighing in initial reluctance you couldn’t help but rest your weary head against his back as he drove through the streets, enjoying how comfortable this was.

Meanwhile Jispa couldn’t wipe the smile off his face- actually the moment you called he wasn’t able to contain his excitement. Hearing you reach out for him and implying all your needs to be with him made him drown out his thoughts to calm himself down before he goes all loony over you.

Though when he picked you up from the side of the café, he couldn’t help but let guilt eat away at his heart. To see you so heartbroken made his heart ache just as much. It made him wish that he hadn’t let the guy go so easily with a broken nose.

To be able to hold you, touch you and spend countless of passionate nights together is already a blessing, but it seemed like it was never enough for him. He always wanted more from you, whether it was time or sex he could never satiate his desire nor need for you.

Of course he couldn’t let you know he was behind all these unsuccessful dates for the past month, trading information from all the connection he could get to scare these losers one by one. He was the reason they refrained from ever seeing you again. Apparently the chance to go on a date with you or facing the brunt of his anger seemed a bit too risky for all of them to consider.

But he just knew that they wouldn’t treat you right, none of these guys could ever begin to fathom just how precious you are. They could never understand you like he did and love you just as much he does. Why you even bother trying to make it work is beyond him. In his eyes, he couldn’t see anyone but him worthy enough to take such a title.

Often he thinks he’s completely entitled of you, almost treating it as a birth right. To deny him of such privilege is like a crime to his rightful claim.

After turning off the engine, he lets you in all too happily while chivalrously opening up the door for you to enter first. You visited his place many times to become quite acquainted with yourself at the familiar surroundings, even going so far as to know the brand of toothpaste he uses.

Spearmint, a fairly popular brand.

Taking his jacket off and putting it to the side, you heard him close the door before enveloping his arms around you from behind. Gently kissing down the nape of your neck you felt a mix of feelings stirring down inside you. After a rough time back at the café you were elated that there was someone you could spend your time with, however you just weren’t up for some mindless sex at the moment.

Jispa made you feel so good about yourself even in the brevity of the exchange you could feel yourself finding solace in his embrace. During the height of the most passionate moment, you had never felt loved, so wanted by another, to be revered and worshiped that even the gods themselves would shake in envy. But that feeling never lasted, instead it wavered and passed quickly once you’re back at your own apartment the next morning; instead this time, it was really company that you wanted.

Before he could unzip your dress from the back, you turned around abruptly and flashed him a sympathetic smile. “Can we not do this right now? I changed my mind,” you asked, pulling his hands down from you. “I’m really sorry I called you for nothing.”

If he was disappointed Jispa didn’t show it on his face, rather he griped your hand that was subtly pushing him away and squeezed it affectionately. “Hey it’s ok, I don’t mind,” he quickly replied, brushing away some loose strands from your face as he ducked down enough to lower himself to your eye level. “We can always do something else…”

Your eyes flickered up towards him at his suggestion. Something else? Was that against the rules? At first you both came up with arrangements in order to make sure that this was kept strictly professional, but within days you’ve already broken so many rules. Initially you both promised to keep kissing out from your contract, yet Jispa just whispered, ‘sorry’ before pressing his lips against yours. It felt so good and intimate that you let him continue anyway.

Another rule you agreed was that you couldn’t spend the night over at each other’s place, but there were days where he would make valid arguments countering that policy saying that it was too late, too cold, too dangerous that he, in good conscious, could not let you go home.

Already pushing the boundaries of what’s meant to be simple, you’re afraid you’ll cross a line in which you could never turn back, the line you have is already this hazy and you don’t know when you’ll draw a clear one with him.

Jispa could feel your apprehension as a conflict of interest between your mind and your heart occurred inside your head. While rubbing soothing circles at the back of your hand, he couldn’t help but feel pitiful towards you. Before him, there were many others willing to use your naivety for their own benefit that he couldn’t blame you for keeping your guards up around him. Years of neglect and abuse had rendered you to be so sensitive when it comes to the subject of these matters, he couldn’t jeopardise his chance to prove himself to you.

 “We could watch that new movie instead, I’ll even order takeout from that restaurant you like so much,” Jispa prompted cheerfully, amping up the suddenly sullen atmosphere as you laughed in disbelief at his idea.

“I thought you wouldn’t touch anything that goes against your dietary regime,” you remarked, knowing full well that this man cares too much about his health and fitness to even consider fast food as a proper meal.

“I’ll coax myself to eat anything just to have something nice with you,” he grimaced playfully at the thought. “So how about it? Totally platonic.”

“Platonic,” you repeated back after him with a soft smile dancing on your lips. “Sounds good to me.”

His eyes brightened once you agreed, leading you to the couch where he quickly put on the movie as you made yourself comfortable beside him.

Progress, that was all it was, a step by step process on breaking down the wall that’s created such distance between you two. But for now he couldn’t just freely tell you the truth on just how much he liked you, he wouldn’t want to scare you away. Truthfully he knew that threatening these guys to break your heart was eating away at your self-esteem, but if that’s what it takes to make you reach out to him he’d gladly put your feelings aside just this one time.

It seemed like there wasn’t much difference between him and all your past exes. It was a bitter irony, though he claimed that his intentions for you were nothing but pure or that he was the one that wasn’t going anywhere, at the end of the day he would still selfishly take advantage of you just like the others previously had.

[thenamesblurrito]

Which Character is the Weeb?

Thundercracker is a nerd. He follows several shows and comics, but his absolute favorite is As The Kitchen Sinks. It’s an animated scifi soap opera, essentially, following the lives of a fictional organic species in their daily lives and wacky adventures. Give him the slightest opportunity to infodump about it and he will take it immediately. His siblings and Megatron don’t share his enthusiasm but they’ve become numb to it over the years. He doesn’t collect much merch, but he's an avid participant in the fanfiction community. For the past few years he’s been honing his skill as a writer by cranking out an epic novel length fanfic following his self insert Buster. The plot digs deep into the speculative biology and worldbuilding of the setting, and though Buster might be a Mary Sue, Thundercracker loves her anyway He even went so far as to model his Sweeps after her. People have teased him and called him weird for being a ATKS fan, but he’s hardly going to let that stop him.

Deadlock is on the completely opposite end of the spectrum. All his geekery is kept secret, because unlike Thundercracker, he’s never really been supported in his interests, not even by the caretakers at his group home. He definitely doesn’t let anyone see his collection of books and merch, not even his roommates. No matter how secret he keeps it, he still ends up going deep into the fandom. He’s bought, or stolen, a good number of posters, figures, zines, even games. As ironic as it seems, Deadlock’s current fixation is the fandom that’s sprung up around the heroes. Plenty of manufacturers jump at the chance to advertise their wares by giving the heroes their own merch, and Drift always happily accepts whatever people are willing to give him, no matter how bootleg the gifts may be. But his most prized possession wasn’t given to him by a manufacturer. It’s a high-end, custom repainted Drift figure, with all the tiny details and colors made just perfect by a careful hand and a good optic. It was given to him by Rodimus Prime, out on the battlefield one day, when he had decided to get a piece of merch for every hero to gift it to them regardless of faction. Deadlock spends a lot of time just staring at the figure, marveling at it, thinking about Rodimus...