#then asked me if that answered my question. i was just a kid so it sufficed.

[atomicami]

threesome with bfm!abby + her best friend sevika (aka me trying to make a crossover happen)

18+ only minors DNI

it honestly wasn’t planned, to say the least. before you left with your boyfriend to attend a friend’s birthday party, you had the courtesy of meeting his mother’s best friend, sevika.

“so this must be the not-so-lucky girlfriend, yeah?” she asks before turning her head to abby, to which she nods. “hey there, pretty girl. name’s sevika.” she says, offering her hand out to you.

you blush at the name she gives you and reach out to shake her hand. her palm had felt so large and warm in yours, almost like abby's, but maybe a little bit bigger. you let go of her hand, and you can't help but curiously look at her other arm, seeing that it’s entirely replaced with a metal prosthetic.

sevika catches your glance shifting and she looks down at her arm. "oh, this?" she says, looking back up at you. "i lost it about a decade ago, but i’m alright though. besides…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “my other one still works just as good.” she says with a wink. you got the joke behind that, of course. but what you didn’t know was that you were going to be the one she’d use that hand on.

fast forward to now, and you’ve wound up in bed with two of the finest, most masculine women you could ever imagine yourself with. you’re trapped in between them, sitting in abby’s lap with your back against her chest while sevika was resting in between your legs and eating your pussy out in a painfully slow, yet rough manner.

“sevika, i said be gentle,” abby says from behind, gently caressing your breasts as she watches sevika’s movements. “i told you she’s sensitive.”

sevika grunts back at her, briefly removing her mouth off of your throbbing clit to speak to her. “where’s the fun in that, anderson?” she replies as she inserts a second finger into your soaked cunt, admiring how you squirmed and whined at her touch. “look at how much she likes it…pretty girl seems to be enjoying herself from the looks of it.”

while abby and sevika may present themselves in similar ways, you realize that they are both completely different in bed. abby was the gentle type, who’d always touch you and handle your body with care as if you were a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. sevika, on the other hand, was the opposite. she’s been manhandling the hell out of your thighs and pussy for the past ten minutes now, as if you had now turned into a ragdoll that could be easily thrown around the bed.

but if there’s one thing the two women have in common…it’s that making you cum was their number one priority.

“you okay, beautiful?” abby purrs into your ear, gently planting kisses on the back of your neck as sevika continued to finger your cunt. “is sevika taking good care of you?”

you nod with a whine, and while abby took that as a valid answer, sevika sure didn’t. her metal hand gripped your inner thigh harshly, causing you to jerk back at her. “answer her question, sweetheart.” she mused, her steel gray eyes staring you down.

“y-yes! please keep going sev…” you whine out to her. sevika hummed, bringing her gaze back down to your pussy. “such a pretty pussy, baby… it’s crazy how anderson’s kid can get to taste this whenever he wants.”

“yeah, about that…” abby chimes in, stifling a laugh. “it’s just me who does that. andrew always refuses to do it.”

sevika scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, her flesh fingers slowing down their movements inside you. “you’re fucking lying.” her eyes shift back to you. “she’s lying, right?”

you look down at sevika with a straight face, slowly shaking your head. “it’s true…h-he never does…”

sevika couldn’t help herself. she starts to laugh, still unable to wrap her head around it. “jesus, anderson, your kid is pretty stupid for that. who wouldn’t wanna get a taste of this gorgeous girl?” she leans in and licks another stripe up your pussy, letting out a groan as she savored the arousal that caught on her tastebuds. “she tastes like fucking heaven.”

“that’s exactly what i told her,” abby replied. “but what can i say? he gets his self-absorption from his father, and i sure can’t fix his stupidity either.”

you whined as your pussy clenched tightly around sevika’s fingers. it felt insane to think about it, but the fact that abby and sevika were talking shit about your boyfriend like this couldn’t help but turn you on even more.

however, sevika was quick to feel your actions as her gaze drops back down to your pussy. “did you just clench around me?” she asks, looking back up at you. her fingers began to speed up a little now, causing a whimper to escape from your throat as you clutch onto abby’s bicep. “seems like she’s getting off on hearing us talk shit about her useless boyfriend.”

abby chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek. “it’s because she knows it’s true. besides, she’s got two women right here who’s gonna give her all the pleasure her body needs tonight.”

sevika smirks, spreading your thighs out farther for her. “in that case, you better buckle up, princess…because we’re just getting started.”

yeah so anyways…i kinda want to make a full fic of this…should i make a full fic of this??

[woso-dreamzzz]

Appendix

Kim Little x Teen!Reader

Summary: You need your appendix out

"So," You say with clenched teeth, awkward and a little bit wary as you lay on the physio table," Am I in trouble?"

"I don't know," Your sister says with that air of disapproval that she always has," Are you?"

"Kim," You groan," Why do you do this?"

"I don't know. Why do I do this?"

You roll your eyes, pressing your head back against the table. "You're just like mum."

"Well when there's an age gap as big as ours, that's bound to happen," Kim says dismissively," But I think the real problem here is why you don't tell me you were hurt."

"I'm not hurt. I'm in pain. There's a difference."

"Your snark isn't needed right now," Kim warns you," You're not hurt. You're in pain, fine. Why didn't you tell me?"

You wince. "It didn't seem that bad this morning? Honestly, I thought it was cramp."

"You thought your appendix nearly blowing up was cramp?"

"I have a high pain tolerance? I didn't even cry when I broke my arm a few years ago!"

You can see your sister angrily swipe her hand over her face as she takes a moment to recompose herself.

"The ambulance is on its way but the staff are pretty confident that you'll have to have your appendix out."

"Is that surgery?"

Kim rolls her eyes. "Yes, it's surgery. How else are they going to get it out?"

"I don't know! Can't they like...I don't know!"

"The pain's making you delusional," Your sister says fondly, that odd smile on her face she gets when you really show off the age gap between you both.

"I'm not delusional!"

Kim's hand gently pushes your hair off your sweaty forehead. "I should have known you weren't feeling too good when you asked me why we didn't have giant rats running around and blocking the Tube tunnels."

"It's a genuine question!"

But it's also a genuine question that never gets answered as you're loaded up into an ambulance and given enough pain medication that you kind of think it's a waste because of your naturally high pain tolerance.

You don't really remember much after that, just feeling a little woozy and your sister holding your hand until you wake up again.

Kim's a lot older than you - around eighteen years older than you - so she's never really been around much in your childhood. By the time you were born, she was already going off for her first stint at Arsenal and you were back home in Scotland, still unable to lift your own head up.

It's kind of amazing actually that you've both ended up playing on the same team despite the age gap.

You were at the start of your career. Kim was nearing the end of hers.

But she's definitely still holding your hand as you wake up.

"Kim," You groan," Kimmy..."

"Yeah?"

"They took my organ! I'm organless!"

She smiles at you, a little amused as she forces down a small laugh. "You're not organless. They just took out a little piece that was making you sick."

You frown at that. "But can I have it back?"

"You want your appendix back?"

"We can send it to Mum!" You say," She's been missing us at home. She can have my appendix to remember me by!" Your sudden delight is stamped out though as you stare at your sister. "Kim, do you still have yours? We need to take it out to give to Mum!"

That's the thing that actually makes her laugh, shaking her head fondly at you as you waffle on about anything and everything that comes to your mind.

At least until all the exhaustion takes over again and you're fast asleep in bed again.

Kim sits next to you - a watchful eye and presence by your bedside - with a hand in your own.

"Knock, knock?" Comes the voice from the door," The kid not awake yet?"

"She was. Briefly. Awake and high."

"Oh, man." Katie pushes past Steph lingering in the doorway. "We missed it? Was it at least recorded? This could have been blackmail for days!"

"Did I record my little sister high off pain medication for your viewing pleasure? No, Katie, I didn't. She doesn't need to be teased about it."

Katie shrugs as the rest of the team floods into the tiny room you're sleeping in. "Just askin'. It's not a big deal. I'll find something else."

"We bought flowers," Lia intervenes easily, placing the vase on the bedside table," And some food for you. Just sandwiches and stuff. Nothing fancy."

"Thanks. It's nice of you to come and visit. I'm sorry she's not awake yet."

Lia shrugs, perching on the arm of Kim's seat. "it's alright. She's just had surgery. She needs the sleep. We can wait."

"Wait so you can tease me?" Your groggy voice says," Jokes on you. I'm totally in control of myself."

You blink a few times to clear the sleep from your eyes, keeping a grip on Kim's hand as you smile. She squeezes lightly, a reminder of her steady presence next to you.

She won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

"Now, did you guys bring me food or just flowers? Hospital food sucks."

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

it’s actually bonkers to me that there are xtians who aren’t aware of the great commission?? like that’s the whole point?? the church i grew up in (evangelical nondenom mega church flavor) had a whole week-long ‘convert the world’ celebration. i took a ‘go convert people’ class when i was like 12 and that was STRONGLY encouraged by the adults around me. it was celebrated as exceptional devotion.

i remember learning in 2nd grade that the goal was to ‘lead people to christ’ and immediately went and tried it on my friends from school.

i only learned after leaving the church like 7 years ago that proselytizing is disrespectful and invasive, because i grew up learning again and again that it’s the greatest good that you can do for someone else. that everyone is empty inside and just waiting for someone to show them the joy and fulfillment they’ll only find with christ. they had us reading the entire bible every year. they made little booklets and gave them to everyone (and that was, again, tens of thousands of people) and encouraged people to read it with their kids.

idk this is obviously not a defense of any of that, just. it’s fucked up on all sides. the fundie brainwashing ignorance of scripture side is vile. but i was raised on an analytical philosophical ‘close read the text, know it and understand it and internalize it—but only our interpretation’ tradition.

and the intellectualism is just as insidious because it all seems so deeply reasonable. on sundays they gave us their arguments and then supported them with the text, with the greek and hebrew and aramaic of the original texts, and that made those arguments feel watertight. they encouraged us to do the same. we were the ones who really understood, not like those hateful bigots who twisted scripture to their own ends.

there was a controversy once in my city. the baptist church next door had a sermon where the pastor said something homophobic like ‘if your son has a limp wrist, break it,’ and ofc people came to protest. but they were protesting on the corner across from us instead of them, so we went out and brought them water and folding chairs and put up a tent so they wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

we prided ourselves on doing good, but the core of it was still the same and i didn’t realize it until i was far away to see the whole forest. until i heard that there was a mass exodus of young people because the pastor gave a transphobic sermon. until i spoke with other queer people who’d left and they asked questions i couldn’t answer.

i’m rambling. but yeah. it’s all insidious, it all finds a way to worm inside and make you think You’re Right.

Since posting that "how many mass graves and extinct cultures" post last month, I've had multiple Christians in the notes whining that there isn't a "specific instruction of belief that Christianity needs to wipe out every other religion in the world" in Christianity's teachings, and that it's all just The Church/King James/etc.

And every time, I point to the literal text of the passages of The Great Commission.

And nearly every time, that shuts them up; the only time it didn't, it was to engage in some disgusting semantical goalpost moving.

But it's like...

Why do Christians not know the content of their own texts? Is your faith really so tribalistic and totemic around the concept of "Jesus" that you all don't bother to actually read the religious texts?

It feels like it must be--I've heard of too many instances of Christians walking out of readings of The Sermon On The Mount because they think it's "liberal nonsense" and the like, but I just find it baffling and more than a little sad that I, a Jew, apparently knows the New Testament's text better than the people who swear by it and ostensibly believe and follow it.

[vmlnrzmp4]

𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘧.

—they won't allow their 14 year old daughter to date.

—angst :(

itoshi sae

"how long?" sae asks in a dangerously stern voice, "since how long has this been going on?"

natsuki hesitated, "six months."

"six months?" he repeated angrily.

kai stepped forward, "i really care about natsuki, sir. but...i’ll be leaving soon for an international soccer program. that's why we thought we'd tell you before i leave," he explained.

the moment the words left his mouth, you saw it happen—fire in sae's eyes.

"no," sae said flatly, "break up."

natsuki’s grip on kai’s hand tightened. "you can’t just—"

sae didn’t let her finish. he grabbed her arm as he dragged her toward her room. "you’re fourteen. you don’t know anything. he’s leaving, and when he comes back, he won’t be the same. he won’t like you anymore."

"you don’t know that!" natsuki yelled, eyes welling up with tears.

you sighed, quickly turning to kai, "go home for now, i’ll handle this."

kai sadly nodded, "thank you," he says before stepping out.

sae, standing by natsuki’s door, exhaled, "trust me, natsuki. i know how this works."

itoshi rin

"papa," sakura took a deep breath, "this is hiro-kun, my boyfriend."

"boyfriend," rin repeated, "how old are you?"

"fourteen, sir," hiro answered politely.

"grades?"

"top of my class."

rin went on asking more questions but you stopped him from inquiring further.

hiro gulped nervously, "sir, i really care about sakura."

rin clicked his tongue. "tsk. care, huh?" he turned to sakura, "since when?"

"five months," sakura admitted.

"five months? and you thought i didn’t need to know?"

"i was going to tell you," she said nervouly, "i just...wanted to wait until the right time."

"right time my ass," rin cursed. and you nudged him lightly, silently scolding him for using that word infront of kids.

"papa—"

"no," rin shook his head, "break up."

"what!? no!" sakura shot up, grabbing hiro’s hand, "i won’t!"

"sakura."

you quickly stepped in, placing a hand on rin’s arm, "hiro, i think it’s best if you head home."

hiro hesitated, looking at sakura before nodding, "thank you for your time, sir," he said, bowing slightly before leaving.

as soon as the door shut, sakura's tears fell, "you didn’t even give him a chance!"

"i don’t need to," rin said coldly, "teenage boys are all the same."

"no, they’re not! hiro-kun is different!"

rin exhaled, "you’ll understand when you’re older," he muttered.

but sakura just glared at him, "or maybe you should understand that i’m not a little girl anymore!" she says as she storms to her room.

isagi yoichi

"no."

"...what...?"

"no," yoichi repeated, "no boyfriends. absolutely not."

"papa—"

"don't ‘papa’ me!" he turned to you, "did you know about this?"

you sighed, "yes."

he looked ridiculously betrayed, "and you didn’t tell me?"

before you could answer, kazuki stepped forward nervously, "sir, I’m kazuki. it’s nice to meet you."

yoichi shot him a look, "no, it’s not."

"papa!"

"since when?"

"four months," she admitted.

"four—" yoichi groaned, running his hand over his face, "so you've been sneaking around behind my back for four months?"

yuki pouted, "i wasn't sneaking—"

"do you play soccer?"

kazuki hesitated, "uh, no?"

"then what do you do?"

"...i like painting."

yoichi looked ridiculously offended, "painting?" he turned to you, "she picked a painter over an athlete?"

you sighed, rubbing your temple, "yo-chan—"

"no. break up. right now."

"what!? no!"

"yes."

yuki whined, "ma!"

you exhaled, "kazuki, it’s better if you leave."

kazuki glanced at yuki, hesitant, before nodding. "okay…thank you for having me," he bowed.

yoichi huffed, "painters," he muttered as if it was a slur.

michael kaiser

“papa, please—”

“shut it, anne,” michael’s voice was sharp, unwavering. his full attention was on alex, “you. what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

alex shifted nervously, “sir, i—”

“who gave you permission to call my daughter? at night?”

anne flinched, “papa, i wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

michael scoffed, “dating? at fourteen? what do you even know about relationships?” he turned back to alex, “you will break up with her. right now.”

alex stiffened, “sir, i really care about—”

“i don’t care,” michael’s tone was final. “you are a child. she is a child. and you will stay far away from her. do you understand?”

“michael,” your voice was firm as you stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm, “enough.”

michael exhaled, running a hand through his hair before giving alex one last glare, "get out."

you look at alex as you nod at him.

alex understands, glancing at anne, who was now holding back tears.

as she turned to storm off to her room, michael’s grip tightened around her arm. his voice was cold, “phone. now.”

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[overadores]

･ ⟢ ⋮ without warning ゛༝. ✦ sophia laforteza

“We had the stars, you and I.

pairing.ᐟ sophia laforteza x sick!reader

about.ᐟ Sophia and Y/N’s college friendship blossomed through a shared love for adventure and literature, leading to countless spontaneous road trips. Unbeknownst to Sophia, Y/N carried a heartbreaking secret. As they created unforgettable memories, time quietly slipped away, leaving behind a final gift and a love that would last forever.

genre.ᐟ heavy angst, hurt no comfort.

cw.ᐟ major character death, friends - supposed to be lovers, language, sickness (leukemia).

wc.ᐟ 1353 words

a/n.ᐟ and another one :P i forgot to post today FUCKKK, i was too busy playing im so sorry TT and manon story for the fluff. pls i need more friends on airbuds.

And this is given once only.”

Sophia Laforteza met Y/N in college, an instant bond forming between them over their shared love for literature, adventure, and their equally extroverted nature. Their first encounter was playful—Sophia, being the new girl, had wandered into the wrong classroom.

"Hi, is this Literature 101?" she had asked as she carefully took her things out.

Y/N glanced around before smirking mischievously. "I don’t think so. This is Biology."

Sophia’s face paled, and she immediately stuffed her things back into her bag, ready to bolt, but before she could reach the door, Y/N called out, barely containing her laughter. "I’m kidding, new girl! This is Lit 101."

Sophia turned back, eyes dead serious, as she returned to her seat. "Ha ha, so funny," she muttered sarcastically.

Y/N grinned, offering a hand. "Oh, come on, let me have a little fun with you. I'm Y/N."

Sophia shook her hand, side-eyeing her. "Sophia."

"You're a feisty one, Sophia. Enjoy college, pretty."

That was the start of something beautiful. Y/N’s teasing and pestering became a constant in Sophia’s life, and strangely enough, Sophia never complained. She loved it. When Y/N invited her on a spontaneous road trip, Sophia—being the people pleaser she was—agreed without hesitation. One trip turned into many, and soon, Sophia bought a digital camera to capture their adventures. A sunset on a hiking trip, Y/N’s excitement at Six Flags, the quiet serenity of an empty beach at dawn—each moment immortalized in photographs.

At first, Sophia didn’t question why Y/N was always so eager to travel, but curiosity got the best of her one night. "Why do you always go on these trips?" she asked as they lay on a motel bed, scrolling through pictures on her camera.

Y/N hesitated before answering, "Fulfilling my bucket list, Forteza."

Sophia thought it was just Y/N’s way of romanticizing life. She didn't press further.

But in reality, Y/N was sick—dying, even. The spontaneous trips weren’t just for fun; they were a race against time. She knew she wouldn’t make it until forty, but if she had to go, she wanted to go with beautiful memories. And with Sophia.

There were only three things left on her list:

Try to fall in love again, give love another chance.

Watch the stars and have deep emotional talks.

Maybe, just maybe, try to make it until 40.

As days passed, Y/N grew more tired. She noticed her body weakening, but she pushed through. She had to. One evening, while strolling through the park, Y/N watched as Sophia played with a golden retriever, laughing at the way its tail wagged excitedly. Y/N smiled, storing the image in her heart.

Another memory to cherish.

"Soph, can we go now? I'm starving, darling," Y/N said, waiting for her to finish petting a golden retriever.

Sophia looked up, grinning, and linked arms with her. “Alright, alright.”

They walked side by side, chatting aimlessly. Sophia, unable to hold back her concern, finally pointed out, "You’ve been looking paler lately. And thinner. Are you okay?"

Y/N brushed it off with a laugh. "I’m always like this when I’m stressed. No big deal."

Sophia frowned but nodded. "Just… take a break sometimes, okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N murmured, guilt pooling in her stomach.

Later that night, they lay under the stars on the rooftop of Y/N’s loft. Pillows, a picnic cloth, and food were all prepared by Y/N. Sophia was surprised by the effort. "You really went all out," Sophia chuckled, settling beside her.

"Of course. I promised myself I’d watch the stars with someone special."

Y/N broke the comfortable silence. "Do you like the idea of soulmates?"

Sophia turned her head, furrowing her brows. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shrugged. "Do you get excited by the idea of finding someone that completes you?"

Sophia pondered before admitting, "I do get butterflies at the thought."

"What about you?" Sophia asked, turning toward Y/N.

Y/N inhaled deeply. "I like to believe that there's someone out there who will love me no matter what, even if I die." Sophia stiffened. "Why would you say that?"

Y/N just shrugged. "It’s comforting to think love doesn’t end, even when life does.

Sophia sat up slightly, watching Y/N’s face intently. "What would you do for the love of your life?"

Y/N smirked. "Maybe the usual romantic clichés—kissing in the rain, writing her letters, learning all her favorites and surprising her with them, 3 AM car rides. Maybe have a little fun."

Sophia giggled, pinching her side. "Hey, don't be dirty now."

Y/N laughed with her, closing her eyes as Sophia’s warmth surrounded her. This was enough. Even if it all ended too soon. 

Then, on the last day of exams, Y/N was nowhere to be found. Sophia looked around campus but gave up when their professor excused Y/N from the session. Concern gnawed at her.

She rushed to Y/N’s loft after the exam, only to find it eerily quiet. No music, no humming, no laughter. Sophia pushed open the bedroom door and saw Y/N lying there, breathing heavily, shivering, and burning up with fever.

Panic surged in Sophia’s chest. She shook Y/N desperately. "Hey, wake up! What’s wrong?!" Sophia shook her, panic flooding her veins. "Please, wake up." No response. Her forehead burned under Sophia’s touch.

She called an ambulance, hands trembling as she cradled Y/N. "You’re gonna be fine," she whispered, voice cracking. "Just hold on."

The hospital smelled sterile.

Cold.

Empty.

Sophia sat outside the emergency room, fingers digging into her palms, praying that it’s just a worsen flu, but the doctor’s words hit her like a train.

"The leukemia is progressing. She needs to stay hospitalized."

Sophia’s world shattered.

Sophia’s world tilted. "Leukemia?" Her voice came out broken. "She… she never told me."

The nurse handed her Y/N’s phone. "She’s awake. You can see her now."

When she was finally allowed to see Y/N, she walked into the room, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Y/N smiled softly and patted the space beside her.

"I'm sorry I didn’t tell you," Y/N murmured,

Sophia sniffled. "You should’ve never kept this from me."

Y/N sighed. "I just needed to be ready." leaning her head on Sophia’s shoulder. Sophia sat down, holding Y/N’s frail hand. "You should’ve told me. I would’ve… I don’t know. Done something."

Y/N chuckled weakly. "You did enough. You made my life beautiful."

Tears slipped down Sophia’s cheeks. "Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay."

They sat in silence before Y/N whispered, "I have a surprise for you, but you’ll only get it next week."

Days passed, and Y/N grew weaker. Then, one morning, Sophia entered the room and saw the monitors still. The beeping had stopped.

Y/N was gone.

Sophia broke down, her cries echoing through the hospital room. The person who had filled her life with adventure and love was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories.

A week later, Sophia received a call to pick up a package. When she arrived, a golden retriever puppy was waiting for her, a polaroid of their first road trip, and a tiny collar, along with a letter in Y/N’s handwriting.

Dear Soph,

I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Someone to love, the way you loved me. I hope you look at him and see the best parts of us—the laughter, the adventures, the love.

I never told you, but I did fall in love again.

With you.

Thank you for giving me the happiest moments of my life. Don’t cry too much, okay? You still have so much living to do. I’ll always be with you, in every picture, in every adventure, in every sunset.

Thank you for being my greatest love story, even if it was shorter than I wanted it to be. Take lots of pictures for me.

With love, always, Y/N.

Sophia clutched the letter, tears streaming down her face. She looked down at the golden retriever, who wagged its tail at her, and she couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

Y/N was gone, but her love remained—in the dog, in the photographs, in every adventure they had shared. And in Sophia’s heart, forever.

[lou-wilham]

I was asked the other day at dinner by my brother's boyfriend how I got my start as a writer, and my response was "Oh, I've always written."

He apparently found this to be too much of a "rehearsed answer" and I was like "No. No. When I say that I mean I've just always been like This."

I'm not trying to be pretentious, or anything. I'm not trying to sound like a famous poet on their deathbed. I know the stories I write are largely trivial, and nothing I write will ever stand up to time the way so many other writers of our time will. Because they are profound, and they are saying things that Matter, and I just like to stick my imaginary friends into situations.

Please note: I'm not looking for praise or trying to diminish my writing. I understand that even books that are largely just gay fluff balls are important, especially right now. I just mean I'm not the next Oscar Wilde. My books aren't the next Handmaid's Tale. And I am 100% ok with that.

But back to my original point. When I say I've always been a writer, I'm not being pretentious, I'm being honest. Storytelling has been so much a part of me for so long, I cannot define a point at which I started. If I were to take a scalpal and try to cut storytelling out of who I am, there would be very little left. Maybe I wasn't always telling stories via full-length written novels (I didn't take my first stab at that til middle school, and oof it was bad). But I've always told myself stories.

They're how I cope, how I process, how I entertained myself when I was little and an only child. They were imaginary friends, and fanfiction, and questions, and ways to sit quietly when that was expected of me. Ways to let my mind run wild while I was stuck in place. Things a lot of kids do growing up, that little voice in my head just never shut up, or I didn't shut it up like I was supposed to.

So when I say "I've always written" I mean "I've always been like This." I mean that in the "I was never going to be normal" sense. And I think that's probably true of a lot of writers.

“I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.”

—

P. G. Wodehouse (1881-1975) Anglo-American humorist, playwright and lyricist

[beneathsilverstars]

Can you pls explain to me the proper way to raise a child gender neutrally, especially in a world that loves to push gender? It’s something I always wanted to do when I have my own kid but I’m scared the world is just not ready for that kind of thing and my child will get bullied by other kids/adults.

Unfortunately the feasibility of this does depend on where you live. I’m lucky to live in a fairly liberal college town — the state as a whole is awful, but in this town we have drag shows and a huge pride parade and rainbow stickers in shop fronts. There are still transphobic people here of course, but they generally know that being too overt about it will have social repercussions.

However! It doesn’t necessarily have to be an all-or-nothing thing! When your kid's a baby it’s up to you how you refer to them while in different situations, so you’re free to adjust your language as seems necessary. And then when they’re old enough to care, well, at that point it’s not up to you anyway! (My kid has decided she’s a nonbinary girl, hence the she/hers in this post.)

So here’s a list of things my partners and I did, and you can decide which things seem safe / worth it to you.

We gave her a name that doesn’t have strong gender connotations.

We shopped in the boys and girls sections equally, aiming for a roughly equal number of fancy little button ups vs fancy little dresses, pink diapers vs blue diapers, etc.

We told friends and family that we were planning to raise her gender neutrally and use they/them pronouns, until/unless she expressed a preference otherwise.

Our explanation to adults was along the lines of “We don't want to assign a gender to our child, because we think gender should be a freely-made choice rather than something that is assumed based on body type. So, we're raising them gender neutrally until they decide what they want to be. We’re not assigning them 'nonbinary', either; we’re using they/them to help avoid gendered bias, so they’ll get to experience feminine, masculine, and ungendered options equally. That way every option will be open to them as they learn their own preferences and decide who they want to be.”

Our explanation to kids was along the lines of “I don’t know yet if they’re a boy or a girl or something else! When babies are born, the doctor guesses what gender they’ll be. But sometimes the doctor guesses wrong, and the kid grows up to be a different gender. We decided not to guess what gender our baby will be, because we want to let them choose.” This usually makes perfect sense to 4-5 year olds! (Younger kids might not entirely understand or care, and older kids might have more questions.) However, you gotta be careful with this, bc even some people who are okay with you explaining your own adult transed gender won’t like you implying to their children that everyone should have that option and the whole system is bs. The less objectionable explanation is “I’m going to wait until they’re older to ask them whether they’re a boy or a girl.” Or even answering "What gender is your baby?" with "What do you think?" and then "Maybe!"

We didn’t announce her agab. When people asked, we refused to answer, more or less politely depending on the vibes. If you really want to make them feel bad you can give them a weird look and say “My child’s body is none of your business??” but there’s also the gentler “I don’t think it really matters!” We did fill out her assigned sex for official paperwork, like doctor's forms and legal government stuff, but for more casual forms we sometimes skipped the question or wrote in "we are raising them gender-neutrally" or "they/them".

We generally didn’t correct strangers or explain it to them unless they asked. Nothing wrong with some people assuming “she” and some people assuming “he”, as long as it’s not always just one or the other. If a stranger asked about their gender, I'd go for a quick "We're raising them gender-neutrally." I did also have to clarify fairly often that I only have one kid, when I talked about them and people assumed the "they" was plural, but that was never a big deal it was just kinda funny.

We did correct friends and family, since if they used gendered pronouns it was an active choice or mistake rather than a clueless assumption. Most of our circles are queer so most people were chill about it, but some family members changed one diaper and immediately assigned a pronoun set. We didn't think it was worth fighting over or limiting access, since it's not like they were disrespecting the baby's preference. But we did keep correcting them / emphasizing the neutral pronoun in our replies.

When she started preschool, we preemptively explained to her teachers that we're raising her gender-neutrally, and to please refer to her using "they/them" unless she said otherwise, and to avoid splitting the class into boys vs girls teams or anything like that. Again, fairly liberal town, and the preschool even has a teacher who uses they/them, so the teachers agreed without issue. iirc, they messed up occasionally but they were making an effort, and again I wasn't too bothered as long as my kid wasn't.

When she started using she/her sometimes, I let her teachers know, and told them to follow her lead. When we talked with friends and family we just used the right pronouns ourselves, and explained if they asked or it came up. And then once she was consistently using just she/her, we made a facebook post about it and started correcting people with a quick "She actually decided to use she/her, now."

And then here's how we talked about gender with her, specifically.

When she was old enough to start wondering who's a boy and who's a girl and what that even means, we explained, "Some people are girls, some people are boys, some people are neither or both or something else. I decided I don't want to be a boy or a girl, I'm nonbinary instead. You can decide if you want to be a boy or a girl or nonbinary or something else, too." and "Well, maybe that person's a boy, but they could be something else; I don't know because I don't know them. I don't know their name or anything either." We decided not to explain how differently most of society treats gender, the stereotypes of gender presentation, etc, until she started noticing that stuff herself. Explaining that it's wrong still involves putting those ideas into her head, which was going to happen pretty soon anyway regardless. Might as well start with a foundation of pure gender anarchy while we can.

When she noticed that every other kid she's met already had a gender, we explained "A lot of parents guess what gender their kid will be, and sometimes they guess right or sometimes they guess wrong. [Friend]'s mom guessed that she was a girl, and [friend] agrees! But when Mama was a kid people guessed she was a boy, and then she grew up and decided she's actually a girl. We didn't want to guess for you and maybe get it wrong, so we decided to wait until you were old enough to decide for yourself what gender you want to be."

Occasionally when the topic came up, we would ask if she felt like she wanted to be a girl or boy or something else, or specifically ask if she liked "they/them" or wanted to use "she/her" or "he/him". When she was ~2, she didn't entirely understand and didn't care. When she was ~3, she occasionally said she wanted to be a girl or use she/her, but immediately changed her mind as soon as we actually referred to her as such. (This is quite in-character for her, because she's generally averse to big changes and doesn't like to do anything she doesn't feel totally confident about.) When she was ~4 she finally stuck with it, and now she's a nonbinary girl who uses she/her, and her feelings about gendered terms like "daughter" still go back and forth a bit.

When she started expressing preferences in clothing, colors, etc, we just got things she liked, which ended up being dresses and sparkles.

As she started noticing gender differences, picking up stereotypes from school and media, etc, we'd address them as they came up. "Yes, a lot of people think dresses are just for girls. But I think that isn't very fair. Some boys love to wear dresses, and some girls don't, and that's just fine! It's not very nice to tell someone else what they're allowed to wear. (Unless they need certain clothes to say safe, like a jacket in the winter.)"

We also had to tell her to stop being sexist, lol. "It's fine that you think girls are awesome, they are! But boys are awesome too. It's not very nice to say you won't play with someone just because of their gender. If someone said they wouldn't play with me because I'm nonbinary, I would be so sad! If you don't want to play with [these three classmates] because they're usually too loud and rough, that's fine, but that's not because they're boys; that's because of what games they like to play. Some girls like to play loud and rough, and some boys like to be more careful and quiet like you. Can you think of any boys in your class who you like to play with sometimes? ... See, boys can like all sorts of different games, just like girls can."

We ended up getting the easiest resolution (at least for now): by the time she reached the age where kids start caring about these things, she'd started caring, and settled into being a classic girly girl (with the occasional splash of nonbinary flavor). If she'd stuck to they/them, she'd probably be starting to have a harder time in school -- definitely not full bullying, given her 12-kid 2-teacher private kindergarten class, but probably some frustration with constantly correcting people.

However... if she was more gnc, she woulda ended up that way sooner or later, anyway. If I was choosing between "she's out and proud trans and gets some shit for it" or "she's unhappy with being cis but doesn't realize she has other options," I'd always choose the former, because in that case she gets a choice. By the time kids are old enough to bully each other over gender, they're old enough to decide whether they want to be out at school, y'know? And I've always been ready to pull her from school if it ever became necessary due to peer bullying or unsupportive teachers, especially since she shares a lot of the traits that my wife got bullied for as a child.

It is possible to go 100% gender-neutral, and cut anyone out of your life who opposes it, including moving schools or even moving house if necessary. There are people who will support this choice, even cishet people who don't really get the trans thing but know that unconscious sexism can have a big effect on babies' development. Maybe more people than you think! But it depends on your local culture. And sometimes it takes a certain amount of privilege to be able to prioritize finding those people, and it's simply not worth, say, paying more to switch daycares to find a teacher who won't gender your baby. Sometimes you do have to balance your priorities, and you can't know how much balancing it will actually take until you get there.

So, overall, my advice is just to do whatever you feel comfortable with! What sounds worse to you: gendering your baby, or fighting against society's attempts to gender them? Obviously when you have a trans child you fight for them, but it's a muddier question when the child doesn't care yet. Most of our queer friends aren't going full they/them gender neutral with their kids like we did, because they don't want to have to constantly explain that on top of all the shit they deal with for being queer. Instead they're just being extra firm about shopping in both sections of the store, not falling to stereotypes, and explaining to their child that they can decide to be something else if they want.

And there's a lot of options in between -- maybe you use they/them at home, but he/him at school, or maybe even she/her at home to balance out the school. Maybe you name and dress them gender-neutrally (or both fem and masc) and don't correct any assumptions. Maybe you tell one side of the family that you're going gender anarchy neutral so they should avoid gendered terms, but you only tell the other side that you're going feminist equality so they should make sure to gift both pretend kitchen toys and pretend power tools. It's the same as deciding in what situations you want to be out vs stay stealth/closeted.

When they're a baby it doesn't matter much either way (as long as you're not being sexist in your reactions to their behavior) because they're a baby, they could not care less. And then when they're old enough to pick their gender, you're hopefully giving them that choice regardless of what you did when they're a baby. It's true that the starting point you gave them may affect their gender journey, but that's true of gender neutrality as well.

So if you think it'll be too risky in the time and place in which you're raising your child, you really don't have to feel bad about not doing it. It's okay to save your energy for when your child really needs it. But if it's something you're committed to, it is possible! I'm so glad that my family was able to make this choice. I actually loved the conversations that it opened up with all sorts of people about gendering children! Even though I got in trouble one time for explaining gender too well to the children at the daycare I worked at, lol. And I know that gendering my kid as a baby would've made me more uncomfortable than any number of awkward conversations. I love knowing that her pink purple flower unicorn heart dresses are something she freely chose!!

[rookamell]

There are people who are going to disagree with me on this for thematic Rook/Solas reasons and that's ok, but I've been stewing on this for a few weeks now and I truly believe the Regret Prison was the biggest missed oppertunity to have a Fort Drakon Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

So Rook falls in behind the statue of Varric, and the screen fades to black, and it switches to the companions in the Lighthouse library. I can't decide but I'm leaning toward the scene indicating that a substantial amount of time has passed (three weeks in game? That's a good time?) and the companions are arguing, because of course they are, because Rook isn't there to 'lead'.

Idk how, but somehow Emmrich locates Rook in the Fade, but there's some sort of barrier, obviously, because Rook can't find their way out of their own in this scenario: so We (the team) have to go in an find them.

BUT! Oh no! Emmrich can only hold the Fade open (or however you say it) long enough for two people to get through. So your love interest obviously immediately jumps at the chance, and then whichever companion you have the highest bond/ most approval with goes with them. (Could be a good way to incorporate the bond/approval thing they have going on in the game, because I don't think they utilised it enough AT ALL) if you didn't romance anyone, it's just the two with the highest approval.

So you play as these two, and you have to work together to face Rook's Regrets. (You could even have a callback here to the Gauntlet in Origins when you have to get Andraste's Ashes when you fight whichever companions you brought, but instead maybe its whichever companions you fucked over so Neve/Bellara, Lace/Davrin, Neve/Lucanis <- sucks a little that Neve is there twice but this is a work in progress, ok?) and obviously you face a bunch of other stuff (maybe have to answer some questions about what Rook did for the team like in Inner Demons? Idk) and the 'final boss' is Varric, who is already standing with Rook.

The kicker here is that the 'boss fight' is not a fight, your success or lack thereof depends on 1.) how much your companions approve of you and 2.) if they are all heroes of the Veilguard (aka if you actually did as Varric asked and 'looked after the team for [him], kid')

And then Rook and whoever is there share a moment before they all move on and get back to the others yadda yadda.

I get why they didn't do this because 1.) I think it would take A Lot to implement in the game actually and idk if they had the time/budget for that, and 2.) there is a theme there with Solas being stuck in his regret and Rook being able to make their way out.

But as for 2.) I think you could still say there's a Rook/Solas thing there because Solas pushed everyone away while Rook embraced their team/friends and so they got out because they had people willing to help them get out. Like I said, I know people aren't going to agree with that but it's just my take.

It would have been a cool way to show how much the companions do care about Rook and also gain some insight into Rook that's not their perspective. Also it would actually add to the whole 'found family' thing the game tries to tell you is what's happening in a very tell not show way. This could be the 'show'.

Just some thoughts anyway

[digitaldaydreamm]

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | best friends help each other out, right?

warnings: oral (fem receiving), coaxing, rafe persuades reader

a/n: guess what i wrote 😈, this is my first time writing smth spicy so pls don't judge me... feedback is appreciated and as always, requests are open!

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Your room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and your own uneven breaths. The dim glow of your bedside lamp barely reached the corners of the space, wrapping everything in a soft, hazy warmth. You were lost in your own little world, your body warm and tingling, your mind drifting somewhere light and airy, where nothing existed except the slow, aching pull in your stomach.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen.

It was just one of those nights. One of those nights where you were too restless to sleep, where your body felt too sensitive, your skin buzzing from the warmth of your sheets and the weight of your own touch. It wasn’t something you really thought about—it was just a way to wind down, to relax.

And you had no idea you weren’t alone.

The door creaked open.

You didn’t hear it at first, too lost in the moment, but the shift in the air made your stomach drop. The second you opened your eyes and saw the tall, broad figure standing in your doorway, your entire body locked up.

Rafe.

You scrambled up so fast it made you dizzy, yanking your covers up to your chest as if that would somehow erase what he’d just seen. Your pulse was a panicked rhythm in your ears, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Rafe—” Your voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide, heart racing.

He just stood there. Watching.

His expression was unreadable—brows slightly furrowed, lips parted just enough to make you think he might say something. But he didn’t. Not at first. He just exhaled, slow and measured, before stepping inside and pushing the door shut behind him.

You swallowed hard. “Why—why are you here?”

Rafe’s eyes flicked down to your phone on the nightstand, the screen still dark. “You weren’t answering,” he murmured, voice rougher than usual. “Thought something happened.”

Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t even realized your phone was on silent. And if it had been anyone else, you probably would’ve told them to get out. But it was Rafe. Your Rafe. The person who had always been there, always looked out for you, always knew what you needed before you even had to ask.

You should have been embarrassed.

Maybe you were.

But not enough to look away when he stepped closer, his presence making the air feel thick, heavy.

Rafe tilted his head, studying you like he was putting together a puzzle. “Didn’t know you did that, kid,” he murmured, and the teasing lilt in his voice made your cheeks burn.

You sucked in a breath, barely able to hold his gaze. “I—I don’t—”

“No?”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, his weight sinking into the mattress, his knee brushing against your leg. He was too close, too warm, too Rafe, and it made you want to shrink into yourself and melt into him all at once.

“You don’t need to be shy,” he said, voice quieter now. Gentler. Like he was just trying to make you feel comfortable. “S’just me, baby.”

And that was the problem.

Because it was just Rafe. And you trusted him more than anyone.

You trusted him so much you didn’t flinch when he reached out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear the way he always did. You didn’t question it when his fingers drifted, brushing down your jaw, tracing the curve of your throat.

You barely even breathed when he smirked, eyes dark and knowing, and said—

“Let me help you, yeah?”

You furrowed your brows, confusion flickering across your face.

"Wh-what?" you breathed out, your cheeks burning a deep crimson.

"Best friends help each other out, right?" Rafe murmured, his fingers trailing back up toward your face, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him.

"I don't know, Rafey..." You hesitated, shivering when his other hand slid higher up your thigh.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's just me." His voice was calm, coaxing, like this was something as simple as him fixing your necklace or tucking you under his arm like he always did.

Only this was different.

His hand crept higher, fingers catching the edge of the blanket you had frantically pulled over yourself in your panic. With slow, deliberate ease, he peeled it away.

"This okay?" His gaze was heavy, dark, unreadable- as it raked over your half-dressed form, lingering, taking you in like you were something to be memorized.

You swallowed hard, nodding, too embarrassed to speak.

He tutted, squeezing your thigh lightly.

"Words, baby."

"Yes..." you whispered, barely audible.

That was all he needed.

The blanket was discarded, the soft thud as it hit the floor sounding far louder in the stillness of your room.

Rafe's hands roamed over the plush skin of your thighs, slowly pushing your —his— shirt higher up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. He paused, letting his fingers graze over you in a way that sent a shiver up your spine before lowering himself between your legs.

The first press of his lips against your stomach was featherlight, almost reverent.

Then another. And another. He kissed his way down, hands roaming-caressing your hips, your sides, your thighs-like he couldn't get enough, like he needed to touch every part of you.

Your soft whimpers broke the silence, and God, the sound made something primal curl inside him.

Before you could process it, his warm tongue flattened against your bundle of nerves, dragging over it in a way that made your back arch off the mattress.

A gasp tore from your throat, your head snapping up to look at him-only to find those piercing blue eyes already watching you. There was something almost mocking in his expression, something amused, like he was waiting for this exact reaction.

Embarrassment crashed over you, and your hands flew to his head, trying to push him back.

"Rafe-"

He grunted against you, the sound vibrating straight through your core. His grip tightened as he pushed your hands away, intertwining your fingers with his instead, holding them in place against the sheets.

The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever felt. Overwhelming. Dizzying. Rafe was good-so good that the thought of where he had learned this sent an unfamiliar pang through your chest. But you couldn't focus on that now. Not when he was everywhere. Not when he was unraveling you piece by piece.

His pace quickened, his free hand slipping lower to add to your pleasure, to push you closer to the edge.

And then it hit you.

That telltale pressure building, the warmth coiling tight in your stomach.

"I-I'm..." The words barely left you before you shattered, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you swore you saw stars.

Rafe groaned as you came undone, his mouth never leaving you, his tongue still lapping up every aftershock. He held your hips down as you writhed beneath him, your moans of his name filling the room like a melody he never wanted to stop hearing.

He had never heard you say his name like that before.

So desperate. So wrecked. So perfect.

As your body trembled from the aftershocks, Rafe pressed soft, almost soothing kisses to your inner thighs, though he couldn't resist leaving a few sharp bites here and there-little marks, little reminders of him.

And as you caught your breath, still dazed, still trying to make sense of what had just happened, Rafe smirked against your skin.

Because you had no idea what you'd just started.

No idea that this was only the beginning.

[knnichs]

you were mine (but you were awful everytime.)

with kinich’s busy schedule, he somehow can’t find the time to even send you short letters on how he was doing.  or: watching your childhood friend disappear from your hands.

c. kinich & gn!reader ( platonic or romantic, not explicitly stated )

t. character(s) are childhood friends with reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, word vomit, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE .... LIKE WHO???, angst, hurt/no comfort wow i can finally use this tag, little to no dialogue, wc: 1.4k

taglist. @honeyney @pneumosia @tragedy-of-commons @gl4di0lus @ariadnehelx @azuresaqua @mikashisus -> join the taglist here!

A REQUEST FROM @ MIKASHISUS: i’m here for the valentine’s event >:3 may i req iris + evanesce + kalopsia + lacuna for kinich? 🤍 GARDENERS NOTE: RAY IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU. THIS WAS LITERALLY SO INSANE TO WRITE heres me self projecting AGAIN!

more author notes at the end !

“You don’t think that one day we’ll be separated, right?” 

You played with the grass underneath you, plucking out one after the other and attempting to braid them together to create a makeshift crown. It doesn’t work, it unravels itself on your palm and the blades of green straighten itself back to its original shape. The sun was just setting, this was yet another boring day in the fields of Natlan. The boy beside you scoffs at your question, almost offended if you listen in real hard. 

“No. And I’ll make sure of it.” 

Kinich never liked to talk of the future. When you ask him of what he sees himself doing a few years from now–he would redirect the conversation and ask you to help him with some chores the tribe chief assigned him to do instead. He buries himself in work, even as a child, just to stop his mind from drifting to those kinds of philosophical questions. Who has the time for it anyway?

You, ever so displeased by his straightforward answer, pressed him even more. You wanted to hear more–what he thought of you, what he would do if you were ever to drift away from him, so you asked him: How?

He fell silent for a moment, looking down to his feet. Kinich fiddled with something in his hand before he turned to you, giving you a weak smile. The boy hands you a flower, white and pure, and sits right in front of you. 

“I’ll make a promise,” He raises his pinkie, tilting his head as he did–his bright eyes sure to be forever ingrained in your memory. “That I’ll promise to stand by you until we both die. Is that enough?” 

“But how will you make sure that you’ll keep that promise? Swear it.”

He reaches for your hand, trying to set up the pinkie promise ceremony to get this over with. 

“Then… I swear on my heart, I will be with you.”

You hook your finger around his tightly, as if trying not to let go of the moment. Kinich blocked the sun–but the orange glow reached the tufts of his hair and seeped through the black strands. He used his other hand to cover where the two of you linked, sealing the promise, and he let go.

“You better make sure of it–or else I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.” You say, pointing a finger at him accusingly. He raises his hands up, surrendering to your wishes. 

Kinich has always been popular in the Scions. You remember the people who once made fun of him as a kid were now fawning over his looks now that he was older, you were really only the real person who stuck by him through the years. You were there when the other kids picked on him, and you were there even after he had gotten his vision.

But now? You could only wish to be a part of his itinerary. 

You don’t blame him, life as a saurian hunter is difficult. Yes, not many would go into that kind of profession, it’s cruel, but someone has to do it. Kinich had no issue choosing to go to that rabbit hole even when you explained to him multiple times that you were concerned about him going through all of that just for some pouches of mora. Well–the amount of mora you get per commission is indeed quite a lot, but there must’ve been some better way to earn it, right?

Day by day, you never fail to return to the same tree where the two of you had made that promise. An emptiness would fill your chest–one so painful you’re sure nothing or no one else could help fix it but him. You hold Kinich so dear to your heart that it’s difficult to imagine a world without him. What if you had never met? Would things have been different then?

The same sun would sink below the grass, the same gust of wind that greets you–brushing past your hair with the gentlest touch. The same tree would shed its leaves seasonally, and the occasional smell of nostalgia hits you hard. How you had missed lounging around here, under the leaves, with your friend. How you missed when days were boring, and your biggest worry was how you’d get home before it got dark and your parents would scold you for being out too long.

Kinich held your hand when you walked through the streets of Natlan once the moon rose, he held your hand when talking to the vendors in the market and you had no clue how to talk to them–they were intimidating, he couldn’t blame you. It’s a shame he was forced to grow up so young. He protected you as a way to heal his inner child–to give the love he never got. 

You just had to ruin it. 

You just had to be so selfish–to ask him for more time, just a few minutes more or seconds, even. Just a little more time to spend with him, just enough to watch the sun rise or fall, just enough to have one more conversation about nothing and everything. When he does give in to your requests–the two of you end up saying nothing, the silence speaks volumes, you’ve drifted apart. There’s nothing to talk about but the past. You know almost nothing of his life now that he seems so far. 

Those were the same eyes that looked at you with such fondness it was hard to express it in words. You remember the sound of his footsteps when he’d creep up behind you to greet you, you remember the messy handwriting he had when he was just learning–the random letters he’d give you throughout the day just to show you how appreciative he was of your presence. Because you were there when others weren’t, you made him feel loved when the others didn’t think of him as someone equal simply because of his childhood.

His name has always been on the tip of your tongue, a silent prayer of wanting to see him for just a second, swinging through the trees with the boxes in hand for his delivery. The bright yellow of his saurian companion, the brightness of his eyes, the sound of his voice. You had never imagined it would end like this, with him frustrated–your tears close to spilling, under the same tree you had spent time with the most, he would tell you how much you bugged him asking for time out of his very busy life. You couldn’t say anything but recall the times of your youth. 

“No one has the right to dictate my time,” He’d glare at you, his voice laced with something unfamiliar–for the very first time he was angry. “Even you.”

“You promised… you promised you’d stick with me until death. Does that mean nothing to you, at all?”

“We were kids, I don’t believe that counts–you know what? Give me a break. I already have so much to my plate that I don’t think I have the energy to do this.”

The situation was helpless. You didn’t trust your voice enough that you would retort with some witty remark like you used to as a child–you couldn’t shout back at him for being rude to you when all you’ve ever done to him was treat him with the kindness he didn’t know existed. Each word shared between the two of you were etched deep within your mind, he was a part of your soul. You couldn’t believe he would leave you this easily.

So you whisper–because you can’t shout, you can’t speak. 

“Don’t be a stranger,”

Your vision was blurry when he finally turned his back on you. You’re not sure if that was still him, stopping in his tracks, or if it was the tree swaying from the wind– almost mocking you of what just happened, giving the illusion that he was still here, that he’d be willing to salvage whatever the two of you had.

When you call out for his name, no one appears. He wasn’t there to lend you his bandana to dry your tear stained cheeks, stop you from roughly rubbing your eyes so it wouldn’t get itchy later. 

He was truly the only person that felt like home, and on the day of love–you had never expected for him to leave so easily. 

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[alevolpe]

If Makoto and Ami are a baker and her doctor wife, what jobs do the other sailor scouts have?

Also what medical specialty is Dr. Mizuno in? (Dr. Kino? Who took whose last name?)

Oh, good question!

I see Usagi becoming a mangaka assistant! We've seen Usagi being quite the talented artist in canon, and she obviously loves reading manga, so I can pretty easily see her turning that into a career. That said, she might dip her toes a few times on making her own manga, but given the extremely strenous work hours, I don't see her publishing anything more than a pretty popular short series and a few one shots. She decides to stick mostly with assistant jobs.

I can easily see Rei just sticking to being a priestess at Hikawa Shrine. There's ups and downs about it, but I do believe she genuinely cares for the temple and keeping up its legacy after her grandfather's passing. Will it be her forever goal? Maybe not. Maybe later in life, she chooses to embark on a different path, perhaps being the singer she always dreamed of becoming.

Mina is all over the freaking place. This might be a bit of a controversial take, but I never really see her blowing up, as to say. She never becomes the biggest idol ever, like she always dreamed of, and that's not even from lack of trying. Some of her songs do go viral, but I just don't believe she's really cut for it at the end. She branches out and becomes a bit of a niche micro celebrity, mostly online, but makes the occasional radio and TV appearances. She mostly writes and performs her own songs and participates in popular radio broadcasts and podcasts. Still pays the bills, but won't cause her to get swarmed from just walking out in public.

Michiru has enough wealth and affluence to be able to live in luxury her whole life and the next 10+ generations to come without moving a single finger, but that's not what she wants. She just keeps on creating. Music, art, you name it. She just has an endless passion and appreciation for it. It makes her money, yes, but that's not her job really. She does it because she loves it.

Haruka.. I mean, Haruka lives in luxury as well. I think I said this before, but I see Haruka coming from an incredibly poor upbringing. She's basically as rich as she is because of Michiru and she's always very grateful and humble for her position. She doesn't become a race car driver (idk if people know how much you have to put into that career, it basically becomes your whole life and takes YEARS AND YEARS of training). I simply see her helping out her local garage shop regularly. When you're that rich, you can kind of do whatever you want, but Haruka's no slacker. She loves feeling useful and helping others.

Now, if you ask me personally, I see Ami being either a trauma surgeon or a brain surgeon. I know canonically she wants to be a pediatrician, but my Ami is a bit different. She's not nearly as apt with kids as her canon counterpart. Saeko before her being one of the most influential and renowned neurosurgeons in Japan.

Answering your last question.. I genuinely could swing either way. On one hand, Ami keeping her mother's last name (yes, it's her mother's, not her father's, idc) is very important, not only to her as her mother's daughter, but also as a form of respect and tradition to her family before her. Saeko, having kept her last name from her own father. It has become a bit of a status symbol in the medical and scientific fields, which Ami would only work to strengthen even further.

On the other hand, Kino has endless value to Makoto. In many ways, it's the most meaningful and everlasting memento left by her parents. It's a promise. A promise to stay true to herself, to be kind and to be brave, like her parents always taught her. It would be hard for her to let go of it, but it's a struggle that would die at her lips forever. She would never voice it to Ami. There's some problems that Mako will always just choose to deal with by herself.

All that said, I personally tend to default to Ami keeping her last name, Dr. Mizuno.

[staranghae]

baby you drive me crazy

summary. seokmin and reader meet at a young changemakers convention because that's how filthy rich people have meet-cutes. :)

pairing. nepo kid ceo! l.sm x self-made ceo! fem! reader genre. fluff, crack., meet-cute warnings. profanity, mentions of alchohol w/c. 1.4k a/n. ah yes. finely marinated fanfiction, delicious. ( i mean this in all seriousness, this has been in my drafts since august of last year so...) song recc. unlock it (lock it) by charli xcx and jay park

seokmin really needed to start finding better ways to get out of these events. his age old excuse of "there's a really important project for the quarter due in a few weeks and i'm utterly clueless about it" was starting to wear thin considering the fact that half of these parties happen towards the end of the year when his company has already wrapped up their projects.

but then, this particular convention didn't seem like the rest. it was the annual "young changemakers" convention, his first one since he took over the company. he'd talked to a grand total of six people his age in the few hours he'd been there, and all of them had done nothing but brag about their money and wealth! not one of them seemed actually interested in the business aspect of the well, you know, running a business. to seokmin, this was better than being surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged people asking very invasive questions about his private life.

as he kept wandering about the convention, making small talk here and there with a few familiar faces, he spots you, sitting on one of the corner tables nursing a glass of chardonnay. he quickly calls over his secretary,

"minghao, come here. i need you to do something for me."

xu minghao, seokmin's secretary of the past seven years, was quite accustomed to his boss' peculiar requests. despite being the same age, minghao was far more perceptive and mature as compared to seokmin. he finishes off his glass of wine and walks over, exasperated.

"yes sir, what is it?"

"do you happen to have any idea of who that is?" he says, pointing to you.

minghao looks over at you and back at seokmin.

"are you seriously telling me you have no idea who she is?" questions minghao, annoyed by his boss' lack of ability to remember crucial information during networking events such as this one.

seokmin looks over at him, completely clueless about your identity.

minghao answers with a sigh,

"that's y/n, the ceo of l/n enterprises. i specifically mentioned her to you because she's the only person here without a family business. her company was completely built by her and her alone. also, her achievements are exemplary, she made the dean's list at harvard and is one of our major shareholders so technically speaking, she's kinda like your boss."

seokmin blinks at him. "in commoner words, please?"

"basically, she's the only one here who isn't a damn nepo baby and happens to own a good chunk of our company."

"ah! got it."

"so if i'm done here, i will take my leave."

minghao turns on his heel and leaves before seokmin has the chance to say anything. he just chuckles to himself and starts walking towards you when he hears minghao call after him,

"also, i didn't tell you this but your father has been trying to set up a blind date with her for you. something about you being incapable of making her fall for you on your own or something."

now, more determined than ever, he walks over to you and sits down across you.

"hi, i'm seokmin, ceo of lee enterprises, and you are?"

"y/n, your blind date for tomorrow evening. although i'm guessing your father hasn't told you about it yet."

he looks away, flustered. you laugh and he might as well have gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at you.

"he might've. i get quite a few of those, so i tend to lose track."

you stare at him incredulously. you knew about him from your uni days, the only nepo kid in oxford business that gave a fuck about his academics enough to make it onto the dean's list. now, here he was, sitting in front of you, looking and acting every bit the cocky brat you didn't expect him to be. you voice this thought out loud,

"i didn't expect someone who ended up on the dean's list at oxford to act like this but apparently, appearences can be deceiving after all"

seokmin visibly lights up at the mention of the dean's list. you see, only a handful of people actually bothered to find out about him as a person rather than as just an extension of his father and lee enterprises. so, when someone generally tried finding out about him, the dean's list was one of the first things that would pop up.

"you know about the dean's list at oxford business?"

you roll your eyes, "well yeah, obviously! we were required to know who we would be competing against in the industry so we had to find out about the dean's list of most ivy league b-schools"

seokmin has never admired someone as much as he admires you in that exact moment.

"so, about that date..."

you look at him over the rim of your wine glass, "what about it?"

seokmin can't believe it. he's about to ask someone out on a date. like a normal person.

"um, well, instead of, y'know, letting my dad decide the time and place and everything, i was wondering if i could take you out. as lee seokmin, business nerd, not as lee seokmin, ceo."

you chuckle at his description of himself.

"business nerd?" that's an interesting nickname to give yourself."

"i didn't give it to myself, my best friend did. we weren't in the same university but that didn't stop us from being absolute headaches to each other from opposite ends of the world."

"best friend? is it someone in the industry or..?"

"oh, he's the heir to jeon and kim associates."

you've heard the name before. jeon & kim.

"wait, is your friend mingyu?"

seokmin is surprised at the mention. he nods excitedly, looking like an eager poodle.

"d'you know him?"

"know him?! i studied with him! the two of us always partnered up for group projects because we meshed so well together," as you're rattling off about your memories with mingyu to seokmin, you remember it.

"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! YOU'RE MINNIE?!"

seokmin snorts his soda at your sudden outburst. he's still coughing and sputtering as you apologise to the people who had turned around to stare at you while passing him tissues to clean himself up. once everything is back into the lull it was in previously, you elaborate,

"you're minnie, right?"

seokmin recalls his friend constantly calling him that when on call with him so he nods, a wave of nostalgia washing over him at the fond memories. he really needs to catch up with gyu soon. maybe he could get minghao to set up a meeti-

"i always thought he was talking about his girlfriend whenever he talked about 'minnie'. turns out it was you, huh? funny."

seokmin pauses mid-sip to give you a look that says 'are you kidding me?'

"okay, first of all, he already had a girlfriend when he was in college to whom he got married to last month. secondly, if the two of you are so close, then how come i didn't see you at the wedding, huh?"

"probably because i was the maid of honour and busy making sure it was perfect, but y'know, who cares."

seokmin vividly remembers the maid of honour at mingyu's wedding. and it was not you.

"okay, i remember that day really well and know for a fact that the maid of honour had red hair, and you don't."

"ever heard of hair dye, seokmin?" you reply dryly.

seokmin lets out a laugh at that and you become mesmerised for a moment because wow! how is a person so pretty and handsome and smart at the same time?

finally out of things to talk about, you and seokmin look around the room, trying to find something to keep the conversation going. seokmin gives up first, finally asking the million dollar question,

"d'you wanna get out of here? i'm honestly just bored at this point."

you look back at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes,

"you wanna go on that blind date right now? the food here isn't all that great and i know a really good seafood place nearby."

seokmin could really go for some seafood right about now. he nods and gets up from the table, and you follow suit. the two of you manage to make it out undetected, much to the disappointment of your secretaries, who only find out about your escapade through the headline of the dispatch article released the next day.

"Mated for life or just another fish in the sea? CEOs of L/N Enterprises and Lee Enterprises spotted on a romantic date at seafood restaurant."

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[alaskan-wallflower]

curtis gang goin to the doctors 👍

darry: he is actually terrified of needles and most doctors—but he looks completely fine. he has a good poker face. the nurses always get concerned whenever they listen to his heartbeat because you know his heart is RACING—hes really cooperative and polite, always answers everything with “yes/no ma’am/sir”—every doctor’s dream patient. he’s relatively healthy but gets scolded for working too much. 9.5/10

sodapop: oh. my. god. he asks SO many questions. he doesn’t really get anatomy too much but he likes learning about it. he’s worse at the dentist than an actual doctor but he’s still kiiiiind of nervous, and he’s a nervous yapper, so that doesn’t bode well. know the clip of buddy the elf at the doctor’s? that’s sodapop. he flirts with the nurses and always manages to somehow sweet talk them into giving him a lollipop lmfao—he was a biter as a kid tho. 5/10

ponyboy: he’s pouting. like the whole time. he’s sitting on that table with his arms folded, literally looking like “😠” the WHOLE time. he makes darry answer every question for him and darry will tell the nurses when he lies— “i don’t smoke that much” “yes he does, he smokes at least a pack a day” “DARRY 😡” He is a brat with needles too, he’s all dramatic about it in the car home too like “i can’t believe you let them jab me with a needle, that hurt y’know” “okay then go get the flu, see if i care” (darry will care dw) 3/10

johnny: he’s like-never been to a doctor before. his parents don’t bother and he doesn’t have the money to be going. he doesn’t like getting asked questions and will usually go quiet when asked about his health. he’s really malnourished and not too healthy anyhow, he’s pretty good at the doctors but he sometimes lies without realizing because on the off chance he was taken to the doctors his parents would force him to, but darry always catches him and tells the truth for him. 6/10

dally—he doesn’t go to the doctor unless he’s dragged there kicking and screaming. he’s such a brat, like when he’s getting his reflexes checked he’ll kick the doctor and stuff. totally lies about how much he drinks and smokes and darry just gives him the biggest glare ever lmao—he lowkey needs like…every shot in existence. he’s like a mangy dog that’s just disease ridden and he’s so grumpy about the whole thing lmfao. he probably steals something too, and darry makes him give it back (it was a needle or smth idk) -1/10

two-bit: he’s fine at the doctor. he doesn’t love them. he doesn’t hate them. he’s probably being a jackass the whole time because that’s just who he is—he flirts with the hot, blonde receptionist behind the counter for a good fifteen minutes before he FINALLY gets called in (he tried to slip her his number)-he’s kinda cooperative. he yelled into the stethoscope once cause he thought it was funny. there’s always a conversation that goes like “do you drink?” “yeah” “what do you drink?” “beer” …how much do you drink?” “three” “three what? three cans, three bottles, three-“ “shelves.” “…excuse me??” (they think he’s kidding and if darry’s taking him he gives two The Look so he plays it off as a joke. 4/10

steve-not much to say about him. it really depends on who’s going with him—if sodas there then he’ll act like a little shit. if it’s just darry, he’s behaved…well enough. he’s surprisingly healthy and cooperative, but he hates when the doctors touch him with their cold ass hands, and will actively try to avoid this (cause he’s a baby in the cold/when cold things even graze him)-he’s okay with getting his shots but when he has to get his blood drawn? hell no. he passes out straight up cause he always looks at the tube and they just see him turn this ghostly pale color before he’s out. he gets a free apple juice out of it tho so he considers it a win. 7/10.

[thewickedbohemian]

Thoughts on the High Potential season finale which had everything from Criminal Minds and Elsbeth parallels to more Ozester than usual to a whole lotta lore getting dumped

big milestone for Ava

not helping Elliott

Morgan catastrophizing like my mom would

police gala huh and Karadec being as reticent as Kaya was in Elsbeth S1 (hmm parallels)

"Daph" huh

of course Oz caused chaos

shit just got Criminal-Minds-y

hello Adam Kantor hello dude who plays Nick on Grimm

getting a flashback to CSI and Mac's three arc with the missing piece

how many games is this going to be

diabetes, now this reminds me of Criminal Minds even more

cute converse

very Cassandra of her

isn't there an easier way to find him

rescued the guy seven minutes in so where do we go from here

more games, this dude sounds like a Batman villain

and more casual gayness, gotta love it

surprise at the diner (and I'm not talking cute waitress)

cherchez la femme

Morgan, just trust people (though part of me's still on my guard too)

wow, Ava's good at this art shit (like we didn't already know)

that's big of her

Oz seems oddly concerned

surprise phone call

two dates to the gala

round 2 of the game

please tell me this isn't a threat against her babies

so that's the Oz connection

the b-team out in the field and cute, needle drop, real cute

potential suspect

why do I have a feeling this is going to blow up in Morgan's face

go Selena standing up for Morgan

kidnap victim #2

Morgan finds a secret message

so that's the clue in the dolls

I'm getting anxious just thinking about that

cue infodump about the history of jacks

why do I feel like this guy might be trying to play with Morgan specifically as some kind of surrogate

another cute outfit (love that floral jacket)

not surprised HPI runs in the family

more casual boundary-breaking, daddy-daughter hitting the mall

Gio, really not the time

hi again agent dude

looks like the cricket updated his digs

the plot thickens

and now we gotta go save Oz

ooh other girls looking glam (though Soto's off-the-shoulder keeps making me want to adjust it)

Morgan in Elsbeth pink (would have worn a bigger necklace but I love the earrings)

there's the dancing we were promised (but what's "their song", I can't hear it)

Karadec, this guy's a Riddler not a Joker

there's her other date

and Daphne being a nerd has the epiphany

Karadec not letting them ruin their dresses

and day and detective saved

I feel like that quote about grief being love persevering is relevant here

oh hello cute kid

Karadec asking the important question and accepting a non-answer

unsub no longer un

surprise vacation but be realistic kids

and there's Nick

now it's hit close to home

and he's the unsub...ok nvm he isn't

but if the unsub isn't David (who could have been using her as a surrogate for his sister he played games with) why is he specifically targeting Morgan other than just probably having some HPI himself

and another cliffhanger and now I see why this show needed to go on

[thegiftofacreativemind]

*Where are the fucking kids?* Xaden & Violet x motherly Sgael Imagine

This was requested by @nejjdiart<3 hope you like it although i changed it a bit. You will get the kingdom threating version aswell but not sure when x

warning: bit of angst/panic, nothing

Intro: Xaden and Violet Riorson (I said what I said here) are parents to Fenix and Liana, a day before their second birthday. Tairn and Sgael have protected both of them with all their heart but on their 2nd birthday Fenix and Liana are nowhere to be found.

_________________

'Have you wrapped all the presents for Fenix?', Violet asked scooting closer to her husband who seemed overtaxed with wrapping the wooden dragon in the parchment paper. 'To Malek, why is this so difficult?', shadows appearing in the living room. 'Here Xaden, let me take care of it'.

Shortly after about 20 neatly wrapped presents - and one wrapped by Xaden - are scattered around the living room. 'Liam would have loved them', Violet muttered turning to Xaden. 'I know love, he does. I can feel it but you don't need to give away your carving from him to them. It is special for you too.', he smiled at her before kissing the top of her head. 'Lets go to bed Vi, they will be up waaaay to early anyway', a smug grin across his face before picking up Violet bridal style. XADENS POV - THE NEXT MORNING

'WHERE ARE THEY', I heard my wife shriek and frantically running from room to room. 'Xaden, I can't find them!'. 'Have you looked into their makeshift tent?', I asked before leaving the bed and getting into black linen pants. 'Of course I have, now fucking move and help me', I barely heard her yelling because of her running outside. 'Gods, they can't be that far!', I yelled back although I am pretty sure she was unable to hear me.

*Sgael, have you seen the twins?* I reach out to her - to no avail. *Sgael?*

'Vi Sgael is not answering me. What about Tairn?', I yelled out of the window to my panicked wife running around in the garden in nothing but her bra and panties. 'Tairn said he can't reach her', she muttered. 'Love come back inside, they must be somewhere'. Once Vi was back inside the whole of Riorsen House was turned upside down - nothing. How is it possible that two tiny humans just vanish? They couldn't even leave their room on their own yet and its not like Sgael has taken them from their window to - wait - Sgael. 'Babe I think I know where we might find them.', I mutter turning to my wife. 'You remember I told you Sgael said ''we are not doing enough''? Well I THINK my bloody dragon has decided she would be a better parent then we are', a smug smile forming on my face. 'Not funny Xaden, what if you're wrong?','I have the strong feeling Im not and I don't like being wrong. Quick question tho, can you ask Tairn to.. take me to the fountain valley with you?'. It was Sgaels favorite place to be. A small hidden valley with a big fountain, flowers and apple trees. Soon after I found myself on top of Tairn, Violet seemingly having a discussion with him as she sternly looked into nothingness. Not long after I can spot my child-stealing dragon in the middle of the valley. 'Hold tight', Violet states once Tairn went down. 'Mh love, its not like I never flew before', I half smiled - she answered with a look that surely did want to kill me.

*Sgael*, I reached out, *where are they?* *Napping. I had to make sure they had a wonderful birthday.* *Well, Vi and I would have done that too.* *Not as well as I. I know them. I know what they need* *In all due respect Sgael, they are MY children. I also know what they need, want and deserve and god I would turn Venin again to make sure they get all that* *You will not turn again.* *It is just a saying - but for real now, where are they?* *As stated, they are sleeping.* *WHERE SGAEL*

I was cut off by my wife looking at Sgael, 'tell me where they are', she said through gritted teeth. *Tell your mate to don't talk to me like that or I will fry her* *You won't* *You want to find out?* *Sgael stop, where are they?*

A warm huff escaping her nostrils as she lifted one of her blue wings up and exposed Fenix and Liana snuggling underneath.

*They had much fun today so far. They even swam* *Yeah you might want to keep that to yourself. Wifey aint happy at the moment* I smiled at my stubborn dragon and wife who was already running towards them.

'Hey Fenix', i coed, 'had a nice morning so far with auntie Sgael?', I asked my raven haired son. 'Se da besets auwntie', he muttered still half asleep while I picked him up. Violet taking Liana with her. 'Did you scold her?' Violet asked looking at me gesturing towards Sgael. 'Yep', I simply lied hugging them close. There was no point in scolding her as she will always be utterly protective over us. We are family.

[marzipanilla]

once more the lines between what convos we're having where are blurring in my brain lol

There was that .5 seconds at the beginning of S2 where Mark DID agree to be on Cecil's leash, and is he just like foaming at the mouth wishing for those days back? Like you HAD a chance to have some control of that kid and you totally lost it by trying to heavy hand him with the memory of his dad. I guess 'go to college w your gf and take some time off' was the extent of Cecil trying to reign Mark in politely, and now he's just going full throttle on the fuck you too.

Plus, is the show going to acknowledge how scared Cecil is about Mark constantly breaking in to see him and the fact he CONSTANTLY TELEPORTS DIRECTLY INTO DEBBIE'S HOUSE and is actively spying on her like. sir. you too are a fucking uncontrollable menace. Maybe let's parallel that? How dare Mark do the things you constantly do to his family! Maybe think about what you WERE teaching him.

Mark and Even pulling an 'I'm on vacation' a la Nolan during their date about the portal that opens up next to them is WILD. Like oh ? Helping people is such a fucking chore is it? And like yeah, be annoyed it disrupts your life! But- if it annoys you so fucking much, WHY ARE YOU DOING IT? Tell me why you two WANT to be heroes goddamn it!

In the comic it was stated that they were going to use 'hologram' tech from the GDA to make Oliver not appear purple, but since the Graysons have a much more contentious relationship w Cecil in the show (don't get me wrong the Mark - Cecil ear bug breakup DOES happen they just were never so buddy buddy) it seems like they just didn't want to bring up the idea that Cecil was helping them I guess ?? I mean, Cecil is the one who does all the paperwork so Debbie can adopt Oliver in the comics as well. They are so far removed from each other in the comics its funny, like she full on calls him Mr Stedman and he calls her Ms Grayson like those two have NEVER interacted for more than five seconds in the comic while the show implies all this insane shit that we never see lol

Is Amazon producing or just distributing? I haven't looked too much into the studio behind the actual animation, though I know it is small. If this show is a big draw for them (and idk if it actually is) you'd think they'd be willing to spend some fucking money on it. I will never not be bitter over the rings of power budget. refuse to watch that show, never will- but all that money that could have gone to other projects- like damn. Where's the billion dollar animation budget timeline, universe. WHERE

It does seem to really be some control thing for Cecil, bc he has finally met people he can't control. And this is a guy who is used to the 'most powerful' superhero team on the planet doing whatever he says! Like sir, you can talk all you want about saving the world vs being good people (a very easily debatable topic already imo), but at the end of the day it seems like you're more annoyed people aren't coming when you call. Is the real reason you keep bringing Donald back bc you didn't decide to retire him yet ?? like ??

Invincible lives in this weird space in my brain where I'm like, are you trying to say 'haha isn't this all fucked up actually look at how BAD these outcomes would be' and 'actually these ARE the ideas and morals I think heroes could represent' and BOTH ideas just fall a little flat bc it's like.. I can argue either way, but not well- so it's not like you're making a compelling or full argument. And there could be an intended ambiguity in asking certain questions but not providing the answers to questions in a text, but it VERY MUCH feels like Invincible wants me to have a clear stance on things except it can't tell me what those stances are, bc they don't know.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.