#the worst thing is when they make something GOOD that is liked by everyone and then they just discontinue it

[octaneink]

Could you do some dating willne headcannons or some willne smut but like in an established relationship? I’m obsessed with your fics, I swear I’ve read them so much I could recite them from memory 😭😭

Ahhh thank you so much for the kind words! I'm really happy that you like what I've written. I've never done headcannons or write smut lol so bear with me. I don't really know how to write smut ngl so I hope you like the spice (I think thats spicy? I don't know) at the end, I've never really written anything lke that before so I hope its...realistic?

Warning for some steamy stuff at the end!

Dating Will Lenney Headcanons

Playful Banter

In your relationship with Will, playful banter is the base of your dynamic, and he uses it to keep things light, fun, and endlessly entertaining. Whether you’re curled up on the couch, out for a walk, or in the middle of a mundane task, Will’s teasing is a constant—a reminder of how much he adores you.

He’s the kind of person who can’t resist poking fun at your quirks, but it’s always done with so much affection that it never feels mean-spirited. For example, if you’re watching one of your favourite romantic series for the hundredth time, he’ll lean over with a smirk and say, “Oh, this again? Let me guess—they’ll hate each other, then fall in love, and you’ll cry even though you know exactly how it ends.” But then he’ll stay right there beside you, secretly enjoying how much you love it—and secretly enjoying the series himself. He’d never admit it out loud, but he’s grown fond of the predictable charm of your go-to media.

Will’s teasing isn’t just one-sided, though. I think he’d love it if you gave as good as you get. If you catch him singing off-key in the shower, you’ll absolutely call him out on it. “Wow, I didn’t know cats could sing opera,” or something, and he’ll laugh so hard he almost slips. Or if he’s trying to fix something around the house, and it goes wrong, you’ll be there with a camera and a sarcastic comment like, “Handyman of the year, everyone.” He’ll pretend to be offended, but the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

The best part is how his teasing always comes with an undercurrent of love. He’ll joke about your “weirdly specific and unnecessarily complex” coffee order, but he’ll still remember it perfectly and surprise you with it on a rough day. And if anyone else dares to tease you, he’s quick to jump to your defence, proving that his playful jabs are reserved for him alone.

Your banter becomes a language of its own—a way to say “I love you” without actually saying it. It’s in the way he grins when you roll your eyes at his jokes, the way he nudges you gently when you’re being stubborn. The way he always knows exactly how to make you laugh, even on your worst days. With Will, every day feels like a game, and you’re both winning.

Supportive Partner

In your relationship with Will, his unwavering support is one of the things you cherish most. He’s not just your partner—he’s your biggest cheerleader, your hype man, and your safe haven all rolled into one. No matter what you’re going through, whether it’s chasing a dream, tackling a new challenge, or just having a rough day, Will is always there to lift you up and remind you of your worth.

When you decide to try something new—whether it’s skating, learning an instrument, or even something as simple as baking a complicated recipe—Will will be the first to encourage you. He’ll sit with you while you practice, offering gentle advice when you ask for it and cheering you on even when you feel like giving up. “You’re a natural,” he’ll say, even if your first attempt at playing the guitar sounds more like a cat in distress. “Seriously, I’ve never heard anyone make that chord sound so… unique.” His teasing is always light-hearted, but it’s paired with genuine admiration for your willingness to try. And when you finally nail it? He’s beaming with pride, as if you’ve just won a Grammy. “Told you! I knew you could do it. Now play it again—I need this on video for when you’re famous.”

On tough days, Will’s support is a quiet, steady force. He has an uncanny ability to sense when you’re feeling down, even if you try to hide it. Without a word, he’ll wrap you in a hug, press a kiss to your forehead, and say, “Talk to me.” And when you do, he listens—actually listens. He doesn’t try to fix everything (unless you ask him to), but he’ll remind you of your strength and resilience. “You’ve got this,” he’ll say, his voice firm but gentle. “And even if you don’t feel like you do, I’ve got you. Always.”

Will’s encouragement isn’t just reserved for big moments, either. He celebrates the small victories with just as much enthusiasm. Did you survive a particularly gruelling day at work? He’ll show up with your favourite takeout and a movie, ready to pamper you. “You’re a rock star, and rock stars deserve the VIP treatment.”

But what makes Will’s support so special is how deeply personal it is. He pays attention to the little things—your favourite comfort foods, the way you light up when you talk about your passions. He knows when you need a pep talk, when you need a distraction, and when you just need someone to sit with you in silence. And he’s always there, without fail.

His belief in you is unshakeable. Even when you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of all the reasons you shouldn’t. “You’re brilliant, you’re kind, and you’re capable of anything you set your mind to,” he’ll say, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And if anyone says otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me.”

With Will by your side, you feel invincible. His support isn’t just words—it’s in the way he shows up for you, day after day, in big ways and small. He’s your partner, your teammate, and your biggest fan. And no matter what life throws your way, you know you’ll always have him in your corner, cheering you on every step of the way.

Car Rides

Car rides with Will are an experience in themselves. He’s always the one behind the wheel, and you’re perfectly content being his passenger princess. With you who's in control of the music, and you take full advantage of it. Whether you’re in the mood for girly pop, rock and roll, Afrobeats, jungle, reggae, or even a random playlist of your favourite guilty pleasures, Will never complains. He embraces it, turning every drive into a mini concert filled with laughter and the occasional side-eye from strangers at traffic lights.

You love how he lets you take charge of the aux, trusting your musical instincts even when your choices are… questionable. One day, you might blast upbeat pop anthems, singing at the top of your lungs as he chuckles beside you. “Okay, but why do I lowkey know all the words to this?” he’ll say, pretending to be embarrassed before joining in on the chorus. Another day, you might switch it up with some smooth reggae or high-energy Afrobeats, and he’ll bob his head along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm. “You’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that,” he’ll tease, even if he’s secretly adding some of your songs to his own playlist.

The best moments are when you both get so into the music that you forget the world around you. You’ll be belting out a duet to some cheesy love song, completely off-key but having the time of your lives, when you catch people in the next car staring at you. Will, never one to back down from a bit of fun, will roll down the window and shout, “What? Never seen a Grammy-winning performance before?” before bursting into laughter and speeding off when the light turns green.

Long drives are your favourite. Whether it’s a road trip to somewhere new or just a leisurely cruise around town, the car becomes your little bubble of happiness. You’ll pack snacks, throw a blanket in the backseat just in case, and let the music set the mood. Will’s driving is smooth and confident, and you love how he occasionally reaches over to hold your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he focuses on the road. “You good over there, princess?” he’ll ask, glancing at you with a smile. And you’ll nod, feeling completely at ease because, with him, even the simplest moments feel special.

Sometimes, the drives are quiet, the music playing softly in the background as you both enjoy the comfortable silence. Other times, they’re filled with lively conversations, random debates, or Will’s hilarious commentary on whatever’s happening outside. “Did that guy just try to parallel park in one go? Bold move,” he’ll say, shaking his head in mock disbelief. Or, “That billboard says ‘World’s Best Coffee.’ Challenge accepted.” And just like that, you’re pulling into a random café to test their claim, laughing the entire time.

But no matter where you’re going or what you’re listening to, the car rides always feel like yours. It’s your space to be silly, to be serious, to be yourselves. And Will wouldn’t have it any other way.

Protective Side

Beneath Will’s laid-back, easygoing exterior I see lies a fiercely protective streak, especially when it comes to you. While he’s usually the type to brush things off with a joke or a sarcastic remark, the moment someone disrespects you or crosses a line, his playful demeanour is gone.

Will’s protectiveness isn’t the loud, over-the-top kind. It’s subtle but firm. He’s the type to notice things others might miss—a snide comment, a dismissive tone, or even a lingering look that makes you uncomfortable. And while he might not always call it out immediately (he prefers to gauge how you feel about it first), he’s always ready to step in at the moment you need him.

Like if someone makes a backhanded comment about you in a social setting, Will’s response is sharp but calculated. He’ll tilt his head, feigning confusion, and say something like, “Oh, I’m sorry—did you mean to say that out loud? Because it sounded like utter bullshit.” His tone is light, almost playful, but there’s an edge to it that makes it clear he’s not joking. And if the person tries to laugh it off or double down, he’ll hit them with a perfectly timed quip that leaves them speechless.

But it’s not just about witty comebacks. If someone genuinely hurts you—whether it’s a friend, a coworker, or even a stranger—he’s quick to reassure you that their behaviour says more about them than it does about you. “Anyone who can’t see how amazing you are doesn’t deserve a second of your time,” he’ll say, his voice soft but firm.

What makes Will’s protectiveness so endearing is how he balances it with respect for your independence. He never tries to fight your battles for you unless you ask him to. Instead, he understands that you can stand up for yourself and is often there offering quiet support and encouragement. “You don’t need me to defend you,” he’ll say with a grin. “You’re perfectly capable of putting people in their place. But just in case, I’ll be right here, ready to back you up.” (definitely would hold your earrings and purse if you were to scrap with someone)

And when it comes to physical safety, Will’s protective instincts kick into overdrive. If you’re walking home late at night, he’ll insist on accompanying you, even if it’s out of his way. If you’re feeling uneasy in a crowded place, he’ll subtly position himself between you and whatever—or whoever—is making you uncomfortable. And if anyone dares to threaten you, his calm, sarcastic facade drops entirely. He becomes a force to be reckoned with, his voice low and steady as he says, “You have one more chance to apologise and walk away before this gets ugly.”

With him by your side, you feel safe, cherished, and fiercely defended. And while you might not always need his protection, it’s comforting to know that, no matter what, Will will always have your back.

Surprise Dates

Between his busy schedule and the demands of everyday life, you make it a point to plan dates that are thoughtful, fun, and meaningful. You’ve made it a tradition to try something new at least once a month, while the other dates revolve around activities you both love. Whether it’s a spontaneous road trip, a nostalgic arcade night, or a fancy dinner at a place he’s been wanting to try, you always find ways to make him feel special—and he absolutely adores it.

You know how much Will appreciates surprises, so you’ve become a master at planning ahead. You keep a mental (or physical) list of things he mentions in passing��like a new restaurant he wants to check out, a movie he’s excited to see, or a place he’s always wanted to visit. Then, when the time is right, you spring the surprise on him. His face lights up every time, and the way he grins when he realises what you’ve planned is worth every bit of effort.

Another month, you might plan a random road trip to a nearby town neither of you has explored. You’ll pack a picnic, create a playlist of his favourite songs, and let him take the wheel. The excitement in his eyes when he realises where you’re headed is priceless. “You’re seriously the best,” he’ll say, squeezing your hand as he starts the car. Along the way, he’ll take detours to roadside attractions, insisting on stopping for silly photo ops and spontaneous adventures. “Look at this place!” he’ll exclaim, pulling over at a giant dinosaur statue or a retro diner. “We have to take a picture. This is peak road trip material.” And of course, you’ll oblige, laughing as he strikes ridiculous poses and insists on making the memories as over-the-top as possible (though he takes cute couple pictures as well).

And then there are the fancy dates—the ones where you pull out all the stops. You’ll book a table at that upscale restaurant he’s been talking about for weeks, or you’ll surprise him with tickets to a show or event he’s been dying to see. On those nights, you love seeing him dressed up, his usual casual vibe swapped for something more polished. “Look at you, all fancy,” you’ll tease, and he’ll shoot back with a smirk, “What can I say? I clean up nice. But not as nice as you.”

What makes these dates so special is how much thought you put into them. You know how busy Will’s schedule can be, so you always plan ahead to make sure the timing works. You’ll coordinate with his friends or coworkers if needed, and you’re not above bribing them with coffee or baked goods to keep the surprise under wraps. And when the day finally arrives, you love seeing the look on his face. “You planned all this for me?” he’ll ask, his voice soft with disbelief. “Of course I did,” you’ll reply, smiling. “You deserve it.”

But it’s not just about the big surprises. You also make time for the little things—like cosy movie nights at home, complete with his favourite snacks and a blanket fort, or lazy Sunday mornings where you cook breakfast together and spend hours talking and laughing. Those moments are just as important, and they remind you both why you fell in love in the first place.

With every date, whether big or small, you show Will how much he means to you. And in return, he makes sure you know how much he appreciates it. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he’ll say, pulling you close after a particularly memorable outing. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting you go.” And as you smile up at him, you know that these moments—these carefully planned, perfectly executed surprises—are what make your relationship so special.

Social Media PDA

I think Will is the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, and that extends to his social media presence. While he respects your desire to keep a low profile due to your job, he’s not shy about showing the world how much he adores you. His Instagram is a mix of his work, his hobbies, and, of course, glimpses of your relationship. He’s the type to post pictures of the two of you without a second thought, whether it’s a candid shot of you laughing at something he said or a cosy selfie from a date night. Or a goofy photo of you both making faces at the camera.

His captions are always playful and affectionate. “Caught this one mid-laugh. Guess I’m funnier than I thought” or “Date night with my favourite person. Don’t worry, I’ll bring her back in one piece.”. The comments are always flooded with fans gushing over how cute you two are together, and Will loves reading them, often showing you the funniest or sweetest ones with a proud grin. “Look, they’re saying we’re goals. Can’t argue with that.”

But it’s not just the photos. You occasionally pop up in the background of his videos, whether it’s a behind-the-scenes clip from one of his projects or a casual vlog. Sometimes it’s just your hand in the frame as you pass him a coffee, or your voice chiming in with a sarcastic comment that makes him burst out laughing. Fans have come to love these little moments, dubbing them “crumbs” and saying that they’re being “fed” whenever you make an appearance. “We see you back there!” they’ll comment, or “The way he looks at her when she talks… I can’t. 😭”

Will finds the whole thing hilarious and endearing. He loves how much his fans adore you, even though you’re not in the spotlight yourself. “They’re obsessed with you,” he’ll say, scrolling through the comments. “Can’t blame them, though. I’m obsessed with you too.” And while you prefer to stay out of the public eye, you can’t help but smile at the way he proudly includes you in his world, even if it’s just in small, subtle ways.

There are times when he’ll sneak in a little more PDA than usual, just to mess with you. Like the time he posted a video of the two of you cooking together, and he casually dropped a kiss on your forehead mid-sentence. The internet went wild, and you playfully scolded him for it later. “You’re such a show-off,” you said, and he just shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I like showing the world how lucky I am.”

Despite his public displays of affection, Will is careful to respect your boundaries. He never shares anything too personal or invasive, and he always checks with you before posting something that features you prominently. “You good with this?” he’ll ask, showing you a photo or video before hitting post. And if you ever say no, he doesn’t hesitate to scrap it, no questions asked. “Your comfort comes first,” he’ll say, and it’s one of the many reasons you love him.

For Will, it’s simple: he’s proud of you, proud of your relationship, and he wants the world to know it. And even though you prefer to stay behind the scenes, you can’t help but feel a little flutter of happiness every time you see one of his posts and realise, all over again, just how much he loves you.

Spicy Headcanons

Rough or soft?

Will is the kind of partner who knows exactly what you need, even before you do. Whether it’s a night of tender affection or one where he pushes you to the edge, he always makes sure you feel safe, cherished, and utterly consumed by him.

Soft Moments

When the mood calls for softness, Will is all about making you feel adored. He’ll take his time, his touches gentle and deliberate, as if he’s memorising every inch of you. His kisses are slow and sweet, starting at your lips and trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and everywhere else he knows you love to be touched.

“You’re so beautiful,” he’ll murmur against your skin, his voice a low, soothing rumble that makes your heart swell. “I could spend forever like this, just you and me.” His hands will roam your body with reverence, tracing patterns that leave you shivering. He’ll whisper praise in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, how much he loves the way you respond to him, and how lucky he feels to have you in his arms.

These are the moments where he’s all about you—your pleasure, your comfort, your happiness. He’ll hold you close afterward, his fingers brushing through your hair as he presses soft kisses to your forehead. “You’re my everything,” he’ll say, and you’ll believe him, because in those moments, nothing else exists but the two of you.

Rough Moments

But then there are the nights when Will’s more dominant side takes over. It’s not about anger or frustration—it’s about trust, about pushing boundaries, and exploring the raw connection between you. On these nights, he’s in complete control, and he knows exactly how to make you unravel.

He’ll start slow, his touch firm but teasing, building you up until you’re trembling with need. But just when you’re about to tip over the edge, he’ll pull back, his grip tightening in your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. “Not yet,” he’ll say, his commanding voice sending a thrill down your spine. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

He’ll edge you relentlessly, his hands and mouth working you to the brink over and over again until you’re a writhing, desperate mess. Tears might prick at the corners of your eyes, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you beg him for release. But he won’t give in—not until he’s sure you’ve reached your limit. “You can take it,” he’ll say, his tone equal parts challenge and reassurance. “I know you can.” Of course, you can; you haven’t said the safe word yet.

Foreplay

Will is the kind of man who takes his time, savouring every moment of intimacy with you. He’s not just interested in the end goal—he’s obsessed with the journey, with the way he can make you unravel under his touch. For Will, foreplay is an art form, and you are his masterpiece. He loves watching you moan, squirm, and barely hold onto yourself, knowing he’s the one driving you to the edge.

It starts with his hands, always so deliberate and sure. He’ll trace patterns along your skin, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. He loves the way you shiver under his touch, the way your breath hitches when he finds that one spot that makes you gasp. “You’re so sensitive,” he’ll murmur, the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. “I love how you react to me.”

His mouth. Damn his mouth. He’ll press kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your stomach—everywhere but where you want him most, just to tease you. “Will,” you’ll whine, your hands tangling in his hair, and he’ll chuckle against your skin, the vibration making you squirm. “Patience, love,” he’ll say, his lips curving into a smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”

When he finally does give you what you want, it’s with a slow, deliberate intensity that leaves you breathless. He’ll watch you as he works, his eyes dark with desire, drinking in every moan, every whimper, every desperate plea for more. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he’ll say, his voice rough with need. ���I could watch you fall apart all day.”

But Will isn’t just about physical touch—he’s a master of words, too. He’ll whisper filthily sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a mix of praise and promise. “You take me so well,” he’ll say, his breath hot against your skin. “I love how you sound, how you feel, how you’re all mine.” His words are like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and they only make you want him more.

By the time he’s done with you, you’re a trembling, incoherent mess, barely able to form a sentence. But Will isn’t satisfied until he’s sure you’re completely undone. “Not yet,” he’ll say, his hands and mouth working in tandem to push you even further. “I want to hear you beg.”

I hope people don't mind that I only wrote two spicy scenes. Sorry, I kinda ran out of ideas lol. Anyways… how did people like the headcannons? These are headcannons right?

[strawberryblue-blog]

Can we get a “the type of boyfriend” and a “the type of husband” for Hector Fort please 🙏🙏 - 🦈 anon

The type of boyfriend

—Hector Fort.

summary: Having Hector as a boyfriend would be like...

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

characters: +800.

💌: Masterlist.

Hector is the type of boyfriend so chaotic and disastrous that anyone can ever have.

Hector is the type of boyfriend that makes you laugh at a time when you least need it, when there are problems or when something is wrong.

Hector is the type of boyfriend that you have to make sure at all times that he is not committing any problems.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who loves to smell your skin and your hair, you smell so good to him.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who has last minute improvised plans, like going to the movies at ten o'clock at night or going out to the park in the early morning or crazy things.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who sends you memes or funny videos instead of good morning.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who gets into trouble but obviously includes you in all his messes.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who has the worst aim with surprises, something always goes wrong, it's like bad luck follows him (in a good way).

Hector is the type of boyfriend who makes you laugh even when you're crying.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who falls asleep in the most random places like on your leg while you're studying in bed or on the table while he's keeping you company.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who tries to cook you new things and it ends in disaster, you even have to fix it.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who challenges you to silly duels, like seeing who can last the longest without blinking.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who gives wet kisses, licks your face, bites your skin and does weird things with his kisses.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who would buy ice cream after arguing with you so you'll excuse him and obviously you will.

Hector is the type of boyfriend that when you try on clothes, he would tell you to buy everything, even if you refuse he will go after you and gather all the clothes to wear them.

Hector is the type of boyfriend that has you in the background of his screen.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who is somewhat jealous and would rest his hand on your body to let everyone know who you belong to.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who likes you to wash his hair with your bath products.

Hector is the type of boyfriend who would look for you with his eyes after scoring a goal or assisting.

[flightyalrighty]

Flighty I'm sorry to say but you've picked the worst social to post a nuanced and openly violent comic. Tumblr users do not understand horror or themes or anything beyond what's been shown to them on the page. Reading comprehension is at an all time low and all the low gathers here to complain that something bad or nuanced happened in a story and then demand that the artist and writer personally explain or change aspects of the story for their sake or because it " makes them feel bad "

Also should take the time to remind everyone that not everything is cattered directly to you abd that's not a bad thing or a moral failing on the writers part. Good lord.

I'm sure that not everyone on this website is Like That. Tumblr's made up of a LOT of people after all! Trust me when I say, in my experience, of the four platforms I've posted this comic on (Tumblr, Comicfury, Twitter [though not anymore] & Bluesky), Tumblr folks have actually been the MOST thoughtful (and patient) out of all of them.

Now, that said, yeah, on occasion I've gotten a few stinkers in my inbox. That's okay. The fellas that have made me smile on here have far outweighed the entitled weirdos.

I trust that, despite this comic not being for everyone, and how a few loud people are gonna get mad about it, overall Infested will be enjoyed plenty. I'm just happy this comic got any readers at all. I used to get no readers whatsoever. THAT was the true hell of being a comic creator on Tumblr.

[echstacy00]

ruin me: obsession taste like blood

dance major ! niki x dance major ! reader

getting accepted into Seoul Elite Arts Academy was the dream—your dream. the kind of dream that people sacrificed everything for, the kind that set fire to anyone who wasn’t strong enough to hold it in their hands.

and you? you had sure as hell earned your place here.

for years, you’d trained, pushed your body past its limits, given up sleep, social life, and anything remotely resembling a normal teenage experience—all for this. and when you finally stepped into the grand auditorium for the opening ceremony, a rush of pride filled your chest.

this was it.

this was where legends were made.

but then you saw him.

Nishimura Riki.

as much as you’d love to pretend you didn’t know of him you couldn’t. you’d seen his name everywhere. social media, dance competitions, whispered conversations in studios across the world. he was the one everyone talked about—the prodigy, the boy who was practically untouchable on the dance floor.

he was exactly what you expected.

cocky. arrogant.

and maybe at his status he had the right.

he was the kind of person who knew he was good so good that he made damn sure everyone else knew it too.

he thinks he owns this place.

and maybe he did. maybe everyone else would bow at his feet, would whisper about his untouchable talent and those criminally perfect looks.

but you?

you knew you were better.

and nothing was going to stop you from proving it.

from the very first class, ni-ki knew you were going to be a problem.

not just because you were good—he’d dealt with good before. he could crush good.

but you were something else.

yor movements were too sharp, too fluid, too fucking precise. You had this way of making every routine look effortless, like your body was built for this. and the worst part? you knew it.

that first day, you had taken center stage in the studio without hesitation, moving like you belonged there. like you were already the best.

and it made his blood fucking boil.

because that was supposed to be him—it always had been up until now.

people whispered about you. talked about how you might be the only one in the entire school who could match him.

at first, he told himself it was bullshit.

then he watched you dance.

and for the first time in years, something twisted inside of him.

because he couldn’t look away.

and he hated that.

now a week deep into the new semester. you had been in the studio for hours. long past when everyone else had left, long past when your body screamed at you to stop. but you weren’t done. not until every single movement was perfect—not until your routine for tomorrow was refined to a T.

and you were close. so damn close.

but close wasn’t enough. it never was.

you pushed through another run, the music pounding in your ears, your body a blur of sharp precision and controlled grace. every turn, every extension—it all had to be seamless. flawless. and if it wasn’t? you’d go again. and again.

you finally came to a stop, chest heaving, sweat dripping down your temples. for a second, you allowed yourself to take in the silence—the kind of silence that only came when you had worked yourself to the edge.

then, from behind you—

“again.”

your entire body buzzed with irritation before you even turned around.

of fucking course.

ni-ki.

how long had he been there ?

you should’ve known. of course he was still here. of course he was watching.

you turned, eyes narrowed, only to find him leaning against the doorway with that same smug, unreadable expression—like he had been standing there for who knows how long, just waiting for the right moment to piss you off.

your jaw clenched. “why the hell are you still here?”

“funny,” ni-ki sneered, stepping closer. “i was about to ask you the same thing.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “i don’t have time for your bullshit today, riki.”

something in him twitched. he hated when you called him that. hated that you said his name like you knew him, like you understood him. you didn’t.

he moved closer, his presence towering over you, suffocating. “you think you’re better than me?” his voice was low, but there was something dark underneath it, something dangerous.

you held his gaze, unflinching. “i think i work harder than you.” you shrugged your nonchalant demeanour pissing me off even more.

his jaw clenched. liar.

“you don’t fucking get it, do you?” he took another step. you didn’t move. “i don’t lose. and i sure as hell don’t lose to you.”

your lips curled into a smirk, something sharp, something lethal. “then beat me.”

his breath hitched.

oh, you had no idea what you were playing with.

it didn’t take long for the tension between you two to snap.

it was in partner drills, the second week of classes. the instructor had paired you and ni-ki together for an advanced technique exercise, and from the second you stepped onto the floor, you could feel the weight of his glare.

he didn’t want to dance with you. he wanted to beat you.

that’s fine. you wanted the same thing.

the music started, and it was war.

every step was a battle. every movement was sharper, every turn a silent dare. the air crackled between you two, neither of you willing to submit, neither of you willing to be the one who couldn’t keep up.

the other students watched in stunned silence.

by the time the routine ended, you were both breathless, faces inches apart, bodies still charged with adrenaline.

and then—ni-ki smirked.

“not bad,” he muttered, voice low.

something in your chest tightened.

because you knew what he really meant.

you impressed him.

but before you could say anything, before you could wipe that cocky look off his face, he was already turning away, his jaw clenched like he regretted acknowledging you at all.

like he hated himself for it.

and from that moment on, it was war.

it became a pattern.

every time you danced, ni-ki was watching. even when you weren’t facing him, you could feel his eyes on you, could hear the way his breathing hitched when you executed something flawlessly.

and he hated it.

he hated that he was starting to memorize the way your body moved.

hated that sometimes, in the middle of a routine, he caught himself admiring you.

so he did what he did best.

he made sure you knew that no matter how good you were, he was better.

snide remarks. smug glances. unnecessary corrections. if you so much as hesitated on a move, he was there with some offhand comment—some little dig to remind you that he wasn’t impressed.

even if he fucking was.

even if, late at night, when he was alone in the studio, he replayed the way you danced in his mind and hated himself for it. he felt like he was loosing it at this point

and so, when he found you alone in the studio that night, still dancing, still perfecting, still refusing to break—

it made something inside him snap.

ni-ki didn’t know when it started. when the hatred turned into something else. when his need to destroy you bled into a need to own you.

he found himself watching you too closely. studying you outside of the studio. noticing the way your hands flexed when you stretched, the way your lips parted when you were exhausted. it wasn’t just about beating you anymore.

it was about breaking you.

making you see him the way he saw you—consuming, inescapable, his.

it was fucking terrifying.

and yet, when he finally had you against the wall, his fingers pressing into your wrist, his breath mixing with yours—he realized something.

you weren’t running.

you were staring right back at him, daring him to do something.

and fuck—he might just do it.

please do not motify my works.

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[empressdede]

The Secretary - 8

Chapter Eight

Previous

The next morning, Serena stepped into WWE Headquarters with her usual air of professionalism—but underneath it all, she was nervous as hell.

Last night had felt too good. Too easy. Too natural.

But now, in the harsh light of day, she had to remember who she was in this building: Serena Westbrook, Executive Secretary to the Tribal Chief. Not his almost-lover. Not the woman he kissed in a locked room. She had worked too hard for her reputation to let herself get caught up in something she wasn’t even sure could last.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her blazer and walked toward her office, determined to keep things professional.

But the second she stepped inside, she froze.

Roman was already there.

He was leaning against her desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with an expression that was way too unreadable for this early in the morning.

“Morning,” he greeted smoothly.

Serena blinked, gripping the strap of her bag. “Uh… morning.”

Roman’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “You nervous?”

Serena scoffed, stepping forward and setting her bag down. “Please. I don’t get nervous.”

Roman let out a quiet chuckle. “Right.”

Serena ignored him, booting up her computer and reaching for her planner. “What’s on your schedule today?”

Roman didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pushed off the desk and walked closer—so close that she could smell his damn cologne.

“I missed you this morning,” he said casually.

Serena’s breath caught.

She closed her eyes for a second, mentally cursing him and herself for how easily he could shake her.

“Roman,” she warned, keeping her voice even. “We’re at work.”

“I know,” he murmured, leaning just slightly over her shoulder. “I’m behaving, aren’t I?”

Serena clenched her jaw, gripping her pen a little too tightly. “You’re testing me.”

Roman smirked. “A little.”

Serena inhaled through her nose, flipping open her planner with more force than necessary. “You have a production meeting at eleven, a sponsorship call at two, and—”

“You look good today,” he interrupted.

Serena froze.

She turned slowly, narrowing her eyes. “Do you want to get me fired?”

Roman just smiled, looking entirely too relaxed. “I’m just making an observation.”

Serena glared at him. “Go to your office, sir.”

Roman chuckled, but finally took a step back, holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll be good.”

“Damn right you will,” she muttered, flipping through her notes.

Roman smirked on his way to the door. “See you at eleven, Miss Westbrook.”

Serena didn’t even look up. “Goodbye, Mr. Reigns.”

The second the door closed behind him, she let out a deep breath, pressing a hand to her forehead.

This man was going to drive her insane.

And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she even minded.

_

The rest of the morning went by without any major incidents—unless Serena counted the few times Roman caught her looking at him during the production meeting.

Which, to be fair, she wasn’t staring.

She was doing her job. Taking notes. Staying focused.

But Roman, being the absolute menace that he was, would occasionally glance over at her, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

And when the meeting ended, as everyone got up to leave, he had the audacity to lean in and murmur, “You sure you don’t wanna sit in on my next meeting? I like having you close.”

Serena had given him a perfectly professional, totally not panicked glare before shoving her notepad into her arms and walking straight out of the room without responding.

She wasn’t about to let him play games with her in front of everyone.

Now, back at her desk, she was doing her best to focus on emails when Naomi popped her head in, a knowing grin already on her face.

Serena groaned. “Nope. Whatever you’re about to say, nope.”

Naomi stepped all the way inside, closing the door behind her. “Girl, I saw you two in that meeting.”

Serena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “There was nothing to see.”

Naomi scoffed. “Mmm-hmm. That’s why Roman was lookin’ at you like you were the only person in that room?”

Serena groaned again, dropping her head to her desk. “Kill me.”

Naomi laughed, sitting on the edge of the desk. “No can do. I’m too invested in this.”

Serena lifted her head. “There is no ‘this.’ We talked. We… handled things.”

Naomi raised a brow. “And by ‘handled things,’ you mean you finally admitted your feelings and kissed?”

Serena’s face burned. “Naomi.”

Naomi just grinned. “It’s about damn time. But what now?”

Serena sighed, staring down at her desk. “I don’t know. We agreed to take things slow. Keep it professional.”

Naomi folded her arms. “And how’s that workin’ out for you?”

Serena groaned. “It’s not.”

Naomi laughed again, shaking her head. “Girl, just let yourself have this. Roman ain’t out here playing. You see the way he looks at you?”

Serena bit her lip. She did.

And that was the problem.

She felt everything.

Naomi gave her a pointed look. “If you want this to work, you gotta stop running.”

Serena exhaled slowly. “I know.”

Naomi smirked, standing up. “Good. Now, I gotta go collect another bet from Jey, ‘cause I knew you’d try to act professional today and fail.”

Serena gaped at her. “You bet again?!”

Naomi winked. “Baby, I always bet on love.”

With that, she strutted out, leaving Serena sitting there, torn between wanting to scream and maybe admit that Naomi was right.

Maybe she was running. And maybe… it was time to stop.

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Roman leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he listened to Jimmy run his mouth for the last five minutes.

“You just gonna let her run circles around you all day?” Jimmy asked, shaking his head. “Come on, Uce. You’re Roman Reigns. Since when do you just wait around?”

Roman smirked. “I told her I’d take things slow.”

Jimmy scoffed. “Slow don’t mean you let her pretend she ain’t feelin’ this.” He leaned forward. “She’s been dodging you all day, hasn’t she?”

Roman sighed. “More like trying really hard to keep it professional.”

Jimmy snorted. “And how’s that goin’?”

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “Not great.”

“Exactly. So do her a favor—pull her aside and give her exactly what she’s been running from all day.”

Roman raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

Jimmy grinned. “Give her a kiss. A kiss never hurt nobody.”

Roman smirked. “You just want more money off these bets, don’t you?”

Jimmy held up his hands. “Hey, I ain’t gonna lie, I do love gettin’ paid.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “You and Naomi are a damn mess.”

Jimmy laughed. “Yeah, yeah. But am I wrong?”

Roman exhaled through his nose. “No.”

Jimmy clapped his hands together. “Aight then. Handle that, Tribal Chief.”

Roman didn’t say anything, just pushed back his chair and stood up.

He already knew exactly where Serena was.

And it was time to make sure she knew she didn’t have to run anymore.

Serena was standing by the conference room window, going over her notes for Roman’s next meeting, when she heard the door click shut behind her.

She turned, already knowing who it was before she even saw him.

Roman leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable look that had been driving her crazy all day.

Serena straightened her posture. “Do you need something, Mr. Reigns?”

Roman smirked. “So we’re back to ‘Mr. Reigns’ now?”

Serena lifted her chin. “We’re at work, aren’t we?”

Roman exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Serena.”

She swallowed. “Roman.”

He took a slow step forward.

Serena immediately stepped back. “What are you doing?”

Roman didn’t stop. “Something I should’ve done earlier.”

Serena’s back hit the wall, and before she could even think about another escape, Roman was right there, boxing her in with his arms on either side of her.

Her breath hitched. “Roman, we can’t—”

“Why not?” His voice was low, his eyes locked onto hers. “Because we’re at work? Because you think I don’t mean this?”

Serena’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “Because I’m trying so hard to do this the right way.”

Roman leaned in just enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath. “And what if this is the right way?”

Serena’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

She had spent all day avoiding him, trying to convince herself that she could separate work from whatever this thing between them was.

But the way he was looking at her now—like he had always been sure of this, even when she wasn’t—made it impossible to think straight.

Roman lifted a hand, trailing his fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up. “You still running, Serena?”

Serena swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

Roman’s gaze flickered to her lips. “Then let me help you figure it out.”

Before she could even take another breath, his lips were on hers.

And this time, she didn’t run.

She melted into him, gripping the front of his shirt as his arms wrapped securely around her, pulling her flush against him.

The kiss was slow, deep—like he had all the time in the world to make sure she felt everything.

By the time they pulled away, Serena was breathless, her heart pounding.

Roman rested his forehead against hers, smirking. “Still wanna pretend this isn’t happening?”

Serena let out a shaky breath, her fingers still curled into his shirt.

“…No.”

Roman chuckled. “Good.”

Serena sighed, finally relaxing against him. “You’re impossible.”

Roman smirked. “And you’re mine.”

Serena opened her mouth to argue—but she didn’t.

Because maybe… just maybe…

She didn’t want to fight this anymore.

Serena didn’t know how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other like they weren’t in the middle of work, like they weren’t supposed to be keeping things professional.

But honestly? She didn’t care.

Roman’s arms around her felt right. His warmth, the steady way he held her, like he knew she was going to try and talk herself out of this—out of them—and he wasn’t going to let her.

She sighed, pressing her forehead against his chest. “This is crazy.”

Roman hummed, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her lower back. “Yeah. But I don’t hear you complaining.”

Serena scoffed but didn’t move.

Because he was right. She wasn’t complaining.

She was terrified—but she wasn’t running.

That had to mean something.

After a moment, Roman leaned back just enough to look down at her, his hands steady on her waist. “Tell me what’s going through that mind of yours.”

Serena bit her lip.

The truth?

She had spent so long making sure she was taken seriously, working twice as hard to prove she deserved her spot in a world where people like her weren’t always given a fair chance.

She had built herself up to be untouchable, unshakable.

And then he happened.

Roman, with his impossible confidence, his patience, his steady way of looking at her like he knew her, even when she didn’t want to admit what was in her own heart.

She exhaled slowly. “I just…” She met his eyes. “This isn’t just a moment for you, is it?”

Roman’s expression didn’t even falter.

“Serena,” he said, his voice steady, certain, “I don’t do ‘moments.’ Not with you.”

Serena swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in her chest.

Before she could respond, there was a loud bang as the door suddenly swung open.

“YEEEAAAHH!!”

Jey Uso literally jumped into the room, throwing his arms up in victory. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW Y’ALL WAS GON’ STOP PLAYIN’!”

Jimmy walked in behind him, shaking his head with a smirk. “Took you long enough, Uce.”

Naomi strolled in last, folding her arms with a very satisfied smile. “Well, well, well. What was that about keeping it professional, Serena?”

Serena groaned, burying her face in Roman’s chest. “Somebody kill me.”

Roman just laughed, tightening his hold around her. “Y’all ain’t got no jobs to do?”

Jey waved him off. “Nah, this is way more important. We been workin’ overtime tryna get y’all together.”

Jimmy held a hand out to Naomi, who smirked and placed a crisp $50 bill in his palm.

Serena’s head snapped up. “Are you SERIOUS?!”

Naomi shrugged. “Baby, I always bet on love.”

Serena groaned again while Roman just grinned, clearly enjoying this way too much.

Jey nudged Jimmy. “You think we should leave ‘em alone?”

Jimmy shrugged. “I mean… we could.”

Jey smirked. “But it’s more fun to mess with ‘em.”

Serena glared. “I hate you all.”

Roman just chuckled, pulling her closer. “Nah, you love us.”

Serena sighed dramatically, but the warmth in her chest told her he was probably right.

And maybe, just maybe…

She was finally okay with that.

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[jimblejamblewritings]

Okay, but picture the party finally makes it to Baldur's Gate and they go to confront Gortash first and maybe stop the coronation (if they can do so without bloodshed or at least without killing Wyll's dad accidentally). Gortash of course spills the beans all about Resist!Durge and the companions are upset. Honestly, this might be a hot take but I think they should be even more upset.

There's something so deliciously angsty (and human) about the companions being upset despite knowing that Durge has no memories of who they were before the tadpole and has actively been working to be a better person. They should try to help them and work through this revelation together but they just can't shake the betrayal long enough to see past themselves. Maybe the character they're romancing (I always feel like Halsin and Astarion work best for Durge so they'll be my placeholders for the rest of this but use whoever you romance) is less irrational. But instead of being fully on their side, they're trying to convince Durge to just give the others time and space to come back.

Maybe even Jaheira and Minsc are struggling because to be a Bhaalspawn is one thing but Durge created this entire trouble they're in now.

Durge is feeling utterly alone as they are avoided at camp like the plague. Even when the group moves into Elfsong Tavern, nothing has changed. Karlach who is normally this wonderful bubbly person is the worst of all. Gortash fucked her over majorly and not only was Durge his ally but was clearly involved with him. She can't find it in her to be reasonable.

(more under the cut)

This leads to Durge still being their leader but with essentially no real respect past how they work... until Haarlep. Durge is actively still trying to be a good person although it's getting harder. But that means they don't want to fight and kill at every inconvenience. When Haarlep gives the ultimatum, they choose to give themselves to the incubus to save everyone from getting hurt. It doesn't work and they still have to fight after all is said and done but at least they got the hammer and Raphael is dead. But now, Durge has no respect.

The first time Haarlep uses their form, the companions are disgusted and making jokes at their expense (kind of in line with game dialogue). And Durge is just going through the motions at this point. Now, this kind of needs Yenna in the camp to work but Orin takes Yenna and confronts Durge when they are alone buying supplies to bring back to camp.

Durge decides to go to the Temple of Bhaal alone. A final show of bravado if you will and a final attempt at keeping everyone safe. They defeat Orin. They say no to Bhaal. And they die on the cold stone floor of the temple all alone with nothing but the random Bhaalist member walking about on the upper floors.

Withers shows up but he can't do anything. Not here. If he plays around with Durge's death in this domain then Bhaal might swoop in and take their soul again. Or worse Bane or Myrkul. Durge has to be in a safer place away from the temple. So he summons a hireling to grab the only alliance member Durge truly has at the moment.

One of Gortash's Steel Watch collects Durge's body and takes it all the way to Gortash's mansion in the upper city. The instructions the hireling delivers from Withers are clear: Do not bury the body. Do not tamper with the body in a harmful way. Leave Durge in a safe room until he returns with what he needs. Collect the party.

Obviously, the party is on edge when a steel watcher shows up with Yenna but they aren't being arrested and the alliance is real even if they don't like it. The watcher doesn't say much in case others are around. The message is cryptic but sounds urgent. They arrive in the upper city and Gortash is completely stripped of all the bravado from earlier.

He's stressing how he isn't responsible for this and "that bone man" left them these messages. Feeling like his life won't be in immediate danger anymore, Gortash finally takes them to Durge's bedroom — his master bedroom and the one they used to share many moons ago. All hell breaks loose.

They try everything. Shadowheart's healing. Any spell Wyll has in his repertoire. Halsin's druid magic. Weird githyanki potions from Lae'zel that they've never heard about before. Karlach using up every soul coin she's got to try and just do something. Astarion stays at the foot of the bed just listening. Everyone keeps watching his face and hopes he'll hear a heartbeat or the faintest of breaths but his facial expression never changes. The revivify scrolls don't work. Gale figures this sacrifice is worth it and uses his scroll of true resurrection. It doesn't work.

Jaheira has to pull them away and say there is still work to be done. The alliance with Gortash is now at its peak with everyone bonded through this tragedy. No one even objects when he takes all three Netherstones. It subdues the brain for now, allows them to plan accordingly. Karlach pushes aside all her pain and lets Gortash know loud and clear that Durge is the only reason she doesn't murder him where he stands. He doesn't even have a quip for that, just nods before getting back to work.

Everyone is concerned about Astarion the most. They all shed tears, screamed, were right messes. He's been void of any visible sadness. It's strange how he's acting like nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.

They all keep checking on Durge, late apologies always spilling from their lips. Withers finally returns. They abandon all missions and plans and huddle in Durge's room. But it isn't dramatic. There's no roaring back to life, no huge gasps of breath, no sitting up or calling out. It's like nothing has changed. But Withers did everything. Yet there isn't a difference. Until Astarion sees it. Not a heartbeat to be heard yet but blood begins to warm Durge up. Withers encourages them all to return to work and leave his Chosen to rest. Durge has to stitch themselves back together before their soul can settle in and they can rise.

Halsin and Astarion are the worst at following his instructions. They only half pay attention to plans and never leave for missions at the same time even if the party would benefit from both being there. Halsin refuses to let a steel watcher continue to take care of Durge. He can clean them up from any sweat or dust that acquires on their resting form. He'll change their sleepwear every other night. Astarion is the one to watch them all night, needing the least amount of sleep out of everyone.

The companions start thinking of how to apologize to Durge's face once they finally awaken. It could be any day now. A tray of food and a pitcher of water are left on the nightstand and switched out daily in case Durge awakens while no one is home. Clothes that get washed more frequently than needed are folded neatly and placed on a chair right by the bed. Every garment belongs to Astarion and Halsin even though they know where Durge's wardrobe is.

Astarion actually starts thanking whatever gods are listening when Durge's heartbeat finally reaches his ears. It's not as strong as before but it's there. Everything might be alright he thinks as he calls everyone in. Then the tadpoles connect. Durge isn't even truly awake but the parasite is already back in business. And everyone sees what Durge is going through as they try to wake. Everyone relives the temple, Haarlep, Kressa, every vulnerable moment of Durge. They see the horror of when the urge first appeared. And then a realization that while the others are nightmares and memories resurfacing, Haarlep is now. Durge's form is still being used because why would an incubus care.

It's not an apology by a longshot but the companions decide they can at least take out Haarlep. They've killed a devil. An incubus isn't a threat. For once, both Astarion and Halsin leave.

Breakfast the next day is a lighter affair. Not pleasant, not with them having to tolerate Gortash, but light. And then in Durge's room, they finally awaken. It still isn't dramatic. Maybe because no one is there to make it feel so. Durge gets up, changes into what was folded up in the chair, and shakily exits their room.

The dramatics finally start once they make their way downstairs and into the dining room. Before Durge has a chance to process what all is happening, they are being seated and having a plate set in front of them. Without question, Gortash hands over Orin and Ketheric's Netherstones. Maybe in some fancy accessory or weapon for ease of wielding. Withers appears to look upon his Chosen, happy (as happy as he likes to let on) that they seem to be relatively healthy already.

Karlach begins to apologize first. It's heartfelt and profuse and completely cut off by Durge. That's fine, anger is to be expected. But Durge isn't angry. They aren't even addressing Karlach. Instead, they wearily ask Withers why. Why couldn't he just let them enjoy death in peace. Everyone is shook to their core because they heard Withers' entire resurrection speech. Durge wasn't in the heavens or hells. They were walking in purgatory forever yet somehow that was peace to them.

It's obvious now that Durge isn't tired from having to crawl back to life essentially. They're fatigued from everything, life itself and the cards they were dealt. Durge doesn't even eat the breakfast laid out in front of them. They don't want to hear any plans about anything and especially not about elder brains. All they want is quiet. So they ask Gortash if he still has that garden and that's where they go.

The party takes their time so as to give their leader space but eventually make their way into the garden too. Durge is just sitting there. And they stay there until the sun sets. When they finally do come inside, they only address Astarion and if he needs to feed. He's thrown off guard as he says no. Durge retreats back into their new shell at those words, only going to their lovers' room after being asked.

In the middle of the night, Durge wakes up to find Halsin's arms protectively around them. They turn their head to see Astarion awake and just staring at them. His processing was delayed, a gift of years of disassociation at the hands of Cazador. But now he feels it in full effect and has to make sure Durge is actually alive. He has to hear their heartbeat and watch their chest rise and fall.

Him trying to murmur sweet nothings so Durge can go back to sleep only wakes Halsin whose arms get tighter around Durge before relaxing as he finally comes to his senses. In the dead of the night, Halsin and Astarion are the first to apologize to a living Durge and be heard out. Quietly, Durge accepts it. For a moment, they think they might have been dreaming that something was said. But Durge repeats themselves just a tad bit louder before falling back into deep slumber.

[sophieinwonderland]

In light of what has happened recently; Every passing day makes it more and more incomprehensible to me that the American electorate voted for clowns like Trump and Vance when there were red flags everywhere. Jesus...

This is something that bears repeating: The Republican candidate being a bully and all around horrible person is a feature to the people who voted for him, not a bug.

Yes, what tipped the balance might have been neutrals who were misinformed into thinking Kamala would be the worst option, or people "protesting voting" or staying home... but Trump's base... the people who have been loyal to him through all of this... they don't see his behavior as "red flags."

The term "sanewashing" has popped up a lot lately in how the media refers to Trump. But I think it started with his electorate first.

There was this idea among Democrats back when Trump was first running that he was too radical to win the Republican primaries. When he beat out all the competition, Democrats would cope by saying "well, look at all the Republicans who didn't vote for him." But it didn't matter because those people did vote for him in the general election.

Democrats have been acting for the last decade like there is going to be something Trump will do that will be so horrible that the Republican electorate will turn against him.

I think that this is because most Democrats are fundamentally good people who expect that even if they disagree with their political opponents, those opponents have some shred of humanity and human decency somewhere inside that will be appalled by what is clearly monstrous behavior.

Democrats and Republicans both project. Democrats are largely good people who tend to project our goodness onto Republicans, thinking Republicans should be horrified by things that are so clearly horrible. Republicans are terrible people who only care about themselves and want to hurt everyone who isn't like them for being different, and project by seeing us as just as vile and nasty as they are.

One example of this that I've seen a lot is the "Russian Bot" narrative. Yes, I'm sure that there are plenty of Russian bots out there. No doubt! But it also seems like a way of shifting blame. An idea that the most horrible messages have to be coming from bots because you just couldn't imagine a real human being that terrible or monstrous.

It's not that all Republicans are terrible either. There are or at least were some good or okay ones.

But remember that moment when John McCain corrected supporters who were claiming Obama consorted with terrorists in 2008 when he was the Republican presidential candidate, and he was booed by his own party at his own rally?

This is what Democrats seem to consistently not understand about the Republican party.

The rot is in the electorate. It always has been. The politicians are terrible and corrupt, yes. But a lot of them are also still representing what their voters want.

What you see as "red flags" are traits Trump's voters WANTED from McCain and he couldn't deliver on.

They like Trump bullying our allies because they see that as strength.

They like Trump taking away rights from trans people and locking immigrants in concentration camps because they don't have the capacity to empathize with anyone not like them as a human.

They like Trump breaking the law as he sees fit, being accountable to no one and declaring himself a king because they want a dictatorship as long as the dictator is theirs.

And the hardest pill to swallow is that these horrible people who would have gladly supported the Nazis in the 30s and 40s are not bots. There are not some distant enemies. They're your neighbors. They're your family. They're the people who will smile and wave as you pass them on the street.

This is what modern Democrats cannot seem to process. That there is this actual blight of evil in this country that are otherwise normal people, but politically would gladly support the most heinous and monstrous of policies.

[littledeathdove]

Aah those headcanons were so good! I'm having such Miri brainrot x3 could you maybe write some hcs about Crow Wife and a partner who is very fragile and sickly?

I have such a weak immune system I swear I'm fighting some type of sickness like every other day atp xP

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ᯓ★

Scenario; Miranda with a sickly and fragile lover

A/N; EEEK thank you so much, I’m glad that my headcanons for MM made you satisfied! Also I love this request because Miranda with any topic of sickness? Yes give me it cause imma make some good fluff or angst with it 🫡. I don’t know if your currently sick anon but if so I hope you get better, I’ll feed you some brain rot food to help ofc

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

*°:⋆ₓₒ• First off, the Miranda that everyone knows is not the one you have come to see daily. Miranda can be very cruel, dismissive of things that don’t catch her interest, and overall selfish with her time and energy — since obviously she has more important stuff to care about. All of this? Yeah, all of these features of Miranda just go out of the window when she is with you.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is very caring — as she can be — and attentive of you. While she already doesn’t have that much time to herself, she would sacrifice even that little bit of time to devote herself in watching over you and your state of health whenever needed.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda knows how gentle she must be with someone as fragile as you, so she is overall very gentle and cautious with her actions throughout the relationship. But there is times where that rougher side of her can show, usually it only comes out in two situations. First one is that you go against her orders which could possibly cause you to get sick.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda hates when you do this, definitely not because it reminds herself of her own stubbornness actions when the Spanish flu was going around which lead to a death you know very well about. Miranda is strong and confident in her abilities to make sure you never get too deadly sick, but she still has that lingering fear that you could end up in the same situation Eva was in.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The second situation is when the frustration of her unsuccessful attempts to get her. This situation is always the worst to go through since Miranda would distance herself for a while but she will still take care of you from this distance. Now Miranda doesn’t apologize but she shows some subtle actions of apologizing, they are very subtle though.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now there is times where Miranda could be seen as neglectful but that truly only when you are in a better state of health and she is able to spend more time in the laboratory thanks to that. Honestly you do have to learn to just get used to this since Miranda still is learning on how to manage her time wisely with this relationship. Plus, Miranda would automatically believe you would just understand her need to be in the laboratory for such extended periods of times from the get go.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda would be very obsessed over keeping your health as perfect as possible. I swear that woman goes into a state of tension whenever you fall back under the weather. Is it because of Eva situation? Well yeah. Anyway, this woman will be doing daily checkups on your health almost as soon as she gets out of the laboratory/village and you into her hands.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• To just explain how obsessive this insane woman can get over your wellbeing, let me highlight a new change she caught.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• We all know by the state of her laboratory that Miranda is likely not the cleanest person, definitely not dirty but just likely to let shit clutter up. Well that is the second most drastic change in Miranda, cause now that woman keeps the place as clean as possible. She doesn’t even let dust stay on something for to long, it’s a crazy to see, but also so cute.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is a curious person I will say, so she is usually always questioning you about something over your health. Rather it be how you feel to predictions of when you could get sick again. So hopefully you’re ready to experience that cause she will make you answer every question to the best of your ability.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Trust these questions do come in handy to keep you from getting too sick since Miranda can usually figure out what’s wrong with your body just by simple answers and knowledge on small symptoms in certain illnesses. The woman is VERY intelligent after all and that smart brain don’t just come in handy for the mold.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• When it comes to your fragility Miranda doesn’t play when it comes to who you’re around. Honestly you will be staying in the house more just because of how paranoid and anxious Miranda could get over you getting possibly hurt. She knows first hand how someone fragile can meet their demise with a small slip up, and Miranda refuses to be in the situation of watching someone she loves experience the consequences of this slip up again.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Thankfully Miranda is a very devoted and thoughtful — enough — lover when she is in love, so she makes it her mission to make sure you don’t get too bored when she demands you to stay home for the sake of your health. She will have her crow’s entertain you with silly actions, she’ll buy you books from the Duke (that she of course looked over before she accepted that they were of approval), and maybe even get you a tv that only takes films/DVDS if your more of a watcher then a reader

*°:⋆ₓₒ• While Miranda is definitely one prone to brag and show off, she will show you off more vocally then physically. It’s not like she doesn’t want to, but she just can’t risk the possibilities. She might take you to a lord meeting or two, maybe even to some meetings with Alcina — since Alcina takes it very serious to make sure your health stays safe by making the maids clean everything spotless, all to Miranda request of course.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The winter lasts more longer in the village, and Miranda treats winter as if it’s the end of the world when it comes to you. She would buy you so much clothing that will be suitable for the cold weather, and if she has to go to such extremes she will even demand ask Donna to make you any clothing you need to stay warm. This is especially when you want to certain look in your new warm clothing.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Soup season goes crazy with Miranda, I believe making soups is one of the top things Miranda is best at cooking. Miranda makes sure to make soups that will give you as much nutrients that you need to help you stay at least a bit more healthy.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Though Miranda prioritize your nutritional intake she will still wish to satisfy your preference. So funnily enough this will lead to you being sat down at a table and becoming basically a judger of the soups she plans to make for you in the future. And Miranda is pretty strict so she’ll make sure to milk out all of your opinions of the soups she’s feeding you. (Also a showing of her perfectionism, but you didn’t hear that from me) This leaves you no excuse to eat all of the soup when gives it to you later on.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now let’s say that you somehow caught something from someone like in the village. Crash out Miranda will be coming out as soon as she finds out, cause of course it would that woman is always one step off from doing some crazy shit. I don’t even have to tell you what she does, but just know it’s bloodshed that night.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

A/N: Yelp that’s all I got! Loved making this little post, again it’s always interesting to have the trope of a sick lover with Miranda. Anyway,

I do hope you enjoy these headcanons anon!! 🫶🏾

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

This is probably an unpopular opinion, but when it comes to Rankane fics, I get annoyed when the fic takes place post-Jusenkyo/post-manga yet the conflict is still Ranma not admitting that he loves Akane or not realizing that he loves her. I mean, sure progress is not linear, but you’re telling me that Ranma - who felt like he had no reason to live anymore thinking that Akane died in Jusenkyo, crying that he never got to tell her that he loved her - is still struggling to realize he loves Akane post-Jusenkyo? I don’t know I’m probably taking it too seriously, but I wanna know your thoughts. 

To me, it’s like every Hotel Transylvania sequel being about Dracula struggling to respect his daughter’s life decisions and accept her bf/husband (I thought you learned your lesson in the last movie Dracula, why are you relearning the same lesson for the nth time).

Every time I see "Ranma doesn't know how he feels about Akane" or "he needs some sort of intervention to stop being indecisive and choose Akane" I'm in danger of suffering a stroke. I won't spend time looking for panels for this response to not endanger myself, I'll just vent: I need everyone to make the conscious efforts of emptying their minds, letting go of whatever the fuck they absorbed when they watched the show before they read the manga, because they're absolutely not doing the same things. Anime Ranma is often either a cardboard or a fraud. I need him to get shot before anyone opens a doc or grabs a pen to draft a story. He's deceiving you! Let him go! It is that serious!

The thing about good ol' Ranma is that HE KNOWS HE'S IN LOVE WITH AKANE. HE KNOWS IT FROM VOLUME 1. HE DENIES IT BECAUSE HE'S A SHY BITCH WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH FEELINGS BUT HE KNOWS. STOP PLAYING WITH ME. Here's something important about Ranma: he's so secure in his feelings for Akane that he doesn't think there's anything to choose in the first place. Deep down he thinks it's locked in. This is why sometimes, when he gets jealous (which the old show KEPT OMITTING AGAIN AND AGAIN) he talks as if he thinks Akane is cheating on him. At worst, he can take Akane for granted (and so he's punished) The person who's more dense here in realizing their feelings at first is Akane, but she doesn't take fucking forever to know either.

Ranma and Akane are sparring. That's their dynamic throughout the manga. Ranma's whole deal in the final arc, when he denies that he said "I love you" out loud (which is true, he screams it in his thoughts, he didn't say it out loud. This being interpreted as "Ranma took back his I love you" is INSANE. Akane doesn't take it that way either, next panel she's going "you might as well have said it out loud you son of a bitch") is that being straightforward and verbally expressing his feelings FIRST is the equivalent of him losing their match, and he refuses to lose. Akane won't say it first either because "what if Ranma, immature and emotionally stunted as he is, makes fun of her instead?" there's pride here too. We could write an essay on what hold Akane and Ranma back from confessing their love, but they spend practically the whole manga in love and aware.

[venuslarkspur]

Jon kent yearning for a reader who is taken by Damian?

The Ménage à trois (or is it really?)

OMGOMGOMG (the angst goes HARD, especially if it’s wondersidekick!reader or speedy!reader imagine the divide)

Pairings: unrequited love nobody wins rlly, Damian Wayne x Reader, Jonathan Kent x Reader,

Notes: Damian is 15, Reader is 15-16, Jon is 17. Bi Jon Kent mentioned!

Warnings: ANGST. Some fluff. Damian is kind of a traitor in this and might be slightly ooc, but the things we do for love at the end of the day.

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- Imagine first meeting Damian and Jon when starting off as a newbie (whether your a vigilante or superhero up to you!) hero and you’re partnered up with Jon and Damian, and you can’t lie you originally thought they were dating..but over time you weren’t sure. You thought Damian was super rude to you at first! But it seemed that with time he grew fond of you, Jon however had always been kind to you, in fact he was the first to open up about his personal life. In contrast to Damian who wouldn’t even tell you his public identity until after a year.

- it’s all sort of a blur, but at some point Jon must of developed feelings for you, he was stumbling over this words more, trying to crack jokes at you, jokes that made Damian roll his eyes in disappointment, his hands even got shaky. And the fact is he told Damian all of us, how he felt for you. And out of everyone he wouldn’t have expected this from him. The best wake up isn’t to a message of your supposed best friend, saying “Reader and I are dating now, I hope you’re fine with this.”

….

“I thought I told you I liked them?”

“Yes and I didn’t want to tell you like this but I liked them as well.”

“Oh.”

….

- So how could Jon be mad about it? In truth, (although he’d NEVER say this out loud) he used to crush on Damian as well. Your current crush and ex crush getting together? The irony of all of this.

- The next couple of missions were tough for him, having to act like he had no interest in you. The Batman had assigned you to all mission, the bat proposed that the mission be in pairs. He’ll take his sidekick and you and Jon go together, but the superboy immediately rejected; knowing he’d say things he might regret if he’s alone with you. So he went with Damian instead on the mission.

- Luckily yourself and Damian try to keep the pda to an absolute minimum, but sometimes it’s hard when you two accidentally make eye contact or brush hands. But no matter how hard Jon tried why couldn’t he be angry with Damian? Was it because they had been friends so long or simply because he was still holding back feelings for him? Ones that he’d long forgotten. At the most he gets sad by his betrayal, he knew; that’s the worst of it.

- Every time you nudge him and tell him a joke, now he just awkwardly stands there..did you do something wrong? What happened?

“Are we..good?”

“Yeah..why do you ask?”

…..

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Yeah. They are doomed.

[tobiasdrake]

As far as "Old Non-Canon villains getting the broly treatment", the one I'm most interested in would be Baby. Make it a Vegeta Movie the same way that Super Hero was a Piccolo movie, and have it be about Vegeta developing into the mindset he's got in GT. I'd probably also do the same thing Broly did and have it end with Baby Alive and in a position to reappear in a non-antagonistic capacity

I'm... not sure there is a good way to handle Baby. I kinda have the same problem with Baby that I have with Hatchiyak. That is to say, I don't like the story, "Character X's people were the victims of a genocide and now X is so mad about it that he's going to commit double-reverse genocide on everyone else in retaliation."

That's... already problematic. But it's made worse when you add, "And the only people who can stop him are the sworn champions of the race that slaughtered his people to begin with. Let's kill this piece of shit and finally put an end to his whole wretched race!"

I don't think there's a good way to handle a Tuffle survivor as a villain. But if one must, the Saiyans cannot be the heroes of a story in which a Tuffle Survivor is the villain. Especially not the Prince of Genocide, proud and unapologetic inheritor of a legacy of extermination.

In my opinion, casting victims of the Saiyans as vile monsters that Goku and Vegeta must heroically eradicate at all costs was the worst decision Dragon Ball ever made and it's weird that it happened twice.

It... might be possible to write it better by reframing Baby from a sympathetic POV like you suggest but... I don't know. I feel like it's playing with fire to even touch these characters. It might be possible to tweak the concept enough that it becomes unobjectionable but it's easier to just write something else instead.

Like. Any story featuring the Tuffles as antagonists and Saiyans as protagonists without falling into the pitfall of "Genocide victims doing double-reverse genocide and needing to be exterminated" would need to be about the Saiyans reckoning with their legacy of genocide and doing something to make it right. If Dragon Ball wants to have this conversation then it needs to be ready to have this conversation.

And.

I don't know how they could possibly do that. The Saiyans exterminated countless races for profit. "My bad; We cool?" doesn't really cover it.

If you're not prepared to tackle heavy subject matter it's best to just not touch the heavy subject matter. In Dragon Ball as is, the Saiyans got theirs in the end. They faced the worst comeuppance imaginable for their years of capitalist slaughter when the boot ultimately came for them too. They got theirs. And the series is content to leave it at that.

But once their victims are staring Goku and Vegeta in the face, then we have to really talk about it. We have to actually have a conversation about how a colonizing people can make amends to the victims of their expansionism and ethnic cleansing. In this shonen manga about Saiyan warriors punching an enemy really hard until he explodes. And that doesn't sound like a good time for anyone.

The Tuffles and their indiscriminate revenge feels to me like a plot point better left in the margins of non-canon materials that have long been left behind. This series is not equipped to have a thoughtful and sensitive conversation about the legacy of colonialism and its effects on its victims, and I'm not sure its fans would want to sit through one even if it was.

[thebonsaibadass]

^severance

I have not been in one and honestly don’t plan on doing that lmao. This post is gonna be sort of personal, less about the show ig so take that into consideration before reading.

The episode didn’t drastically change my view on Mark and Gemma’s relationship. Idk we really didn’t have much info on that before so…

But it did change how I see Mark a ton.

I don’t think I’ve ever not found Adam Scott charming though I’ve only seen him in two things. Ben’s worst moments in Parks and Rec. Mark being a dick to Devon, etc. It’s all been fine.

But UGHHH the disgust I felt during this episode. And I know it’s crazy. Maybe? Like his behavior/attitude during the flashback rough patches is probably more justifiable than a lot of other things we’ve seen him do and say.

But ughhh gross. I can’t. Die.

And I’m wondering if all people just look like that sometimes? Like if I ever wanted to have a deep relationship with someone would I just have to get over it? Or do some people not have that look that would make me never want to speak to them again. Maybe that’s something that only comes up when it’s a life partner that your life is so entangled to. Ig it’s good I don’t have any interest in “life partner” anyways.

I also feel like it might be a thing only men do. I’ve only ever seen them do it but I would guess everyone has the capacity and likelihood to in a long term relationship.

This was very long + ranty and probably hard to understand but thanks sm if you read it. If you have anything to say or add, even if you’re not sure it lines up with what I was talking about, I’d love to hear it.

I can tell if you've been in a long-term relationship or not with your opinion on episode 7. Most of you are not passing the vibe test btw

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[edgepunk]

I'm gonna be salty here for a second but hhhhrgh I hate that make-up brands are going the "fast fashion" route by constantly releasing new products that last two-three weeks and then moving onto the next thing. they often release products that work so well, but then they disappear forever. why not put out a couple of new products, see what people like and stick with it???

essence had this really fucking good foundation that was perfect for my mixed-oily skin and you can't get it anymore, I have to find a new foundation that works for me and it's a staple product, not just a trend edition

[mermaidslabyrinth]

First off thank you @vhagar-balerion-meraxes and @dr-aegon for tagging me. This one made me think and i enjoyed filling it out. 🌈

What's the origin of your blog title? I’ve always thought mermaids were such fun fantasy beings. And really fun to believe in. Plus they’re my sister’s favorite (I’m a fairy girl…idk why I didn’t pick fairy but it’s who I am now). Labyrinth is a roll over from my old blog name (lost-in-lokis-labyrinth) but was just too much so I just took labyrinth. Plus, I really like Ariadne from the myth.

OTP(s) + shipname: Serena/Darien (I don’t think they have a ship name. Sailor Moon; old school dub [Forever sad my tapes got ruined 😭]), Kylux (Kylo Ren & Hux [Star Wars]), Harringrove (Billy Hargrove & Steve Harringston [Stranger Things]), Daemond (Aemond & Daemon [House of the Dragon])

I like how the three people above me are like: Aegond 🥰. And I'm over here like: ...Daemond 😃.

Favourite colour: Lavender

Song stuck in your head: Boss Bitch -Doja Cat (I had to look up the title and who sang it). I may have been watching a video about Daemon I have on my phone with this song.

Weirdest habit/trait: I am very particular where things go in the fridge and freezer. Like only liquids on the top shelf in the fridge. Nice, neat, organized. My mom asked the other day about it when she caught me moving a container to the second shelf. I said “yes, it drives me nuts.” Also my room, I’ll know if something is out of place. Even if it looks like it was haphazardly put there.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, rewatching shows from my younger years, making memes of my HotD OMC for my Pinterest boards, got back into drawing

If you work, what's your profession? I take care of my mother. And help out with my nephews.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Be paid to travel or do nothing.

Something you're good at: Organizing. Cleaning. Set me loose in a home and will make every thing tidy and clean (except the bathtub…idk why but no).

Something you collect: Pins. Mostly Disney, Sailor Moon, cryptid, pride. Monster High Dolls (og) but only if I find them out shopping at thrift stores.

Something you forget: Simple tasks. If I don’t write it down I can get side tracked…

What's your love language? I just like to help or get something for someone.

Favourite movie/show: Ever After, I can watch that at any point in the movie. // Roseanne (88-97 series), season 9 sucked but there were a handful of good episodes in it.

Favourite food: Falafels and naan. With baklava for dessert.

Favourite animal: Elephant. They are the first thing I want to see at the zoo. I know it’s frowned upon now but I am so happy I got to ride one as a child.

What were you like as a child? Odd. Very imaginative. I could easily play by myself. Ornery (my grama called me that a lot, others just called me a brat). I was a spirited child and didn’t back down easily.

Favourite subject at school: English

Least favourite subject: Science tied with math (terrible teachers). Honorable mention: PE

What's your best character trait? I’m willing to listen. I may not give good or any advice, but I will listen to what you have to say.

What's your worst character trait? I can be quite stubborn. In my family we call it the ‘[Grampa’s last name] Gene’. Bc it seemed like everyone related to that side is beyond stubborn.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? That I could travel to places I would love to see.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I think it would have been fun to meet my mom when she was in her twenties to early thirties. Like just before she had me. She was such a lively, fun person. The stories I’ve heard, I’d like to see them first hand.

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

@lonnson thank you so much for the tag!🫶

What's the origin of your blog title? It's an oxymoron-ish rendition of one of my childhood nicknames (Snow White).

OTP(s) + shipname: Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, NBC Hannibal); Mary and Matthew Crawley, Downton Abbey (no ship name afaik); Farawyn (Faramir and Eowyn, The Lord of the Rings); Tomgreg (Tom Wambsgans and Greg Hirsch, Succession); Aegond (Aegon II and Aemond Targaryen, Fire&Blood/House of the Dragon)

Favourite colour: green

Song stuck in your head: The Line by Twenty One Pilots

Weirdest habit/trait: refusing to do certain things just on principle, without any kind of rational explanation (it doesn't happen often but some of those principles are very silly)

Hobbies: travelling, reading, writing poems, listening to music, watching movies/TV shows, making collages that I pretty much never post

If you work, what's your profession? I head a division of the Fares and Services department in a public transportation company.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Project management (it's pretty close to my current job, so I'm fine in that regard).

Something you're good at: planning events and mediating conflicts

Something you hate: having to defer to stupid people's judgment

Something you collect: chopsticks

Something you forget: buying salt🤣 For some reason I'm always caught off guard when I run out of it and then go without for a solid week because my brain just can't process the fact that the salt is gone.

What's your love language? Problem solving.

Favourite movie/show: The Lord of the Rings, Love Actually, Inception (movies); Hannibal, Succession (shows)

Favourite food: OMG, I don't even know! I'm such a foodie that I can't really choose.

Favourite animal: cats

What were you like as a child? Very Hermione Granger-like.

Favourite subject at school: English and history

Least favourite subject: PE (mainly because the teacher was an effing tyrant)

What's your best character trait? I'm responsible and dependable.

What's you're worst character trait? I procrastinate way more than I should.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I'd like to be more certain about the future (big freakin' detail, right).

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? My maternal grandfather who died before I was born. He was a remarkable man; plus I've been told time and time again that I resemble him a lot, often in really uncanny ways.

No pressure tags: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @very-straight-blog @autumnrose11 @heretherebebookdragons

[todayisafridaynight]

top ten things i didnt think could happen during the aoki/bodyguard segment Aoki Actually Attacks