#these characters are people to me it is so serious

[tsukii0002]

I liked your mc calling the brothers their husband post. Would you do something similar with the undatables? Absolutely fine if not!

Hello!!, Thank you for you message 🥺. Apart from the dateable ones I include the non dateable ones because they deserve it. This time the situations are longer and more elavorate, a little bit of love for the side characters. Although it took me a little while, I hope you enjoy it.

Part of the brothers

Warning: I wasn't sure how to write these situations so the formatting may be a bit messy, and in this case Mc is the same person as the reader.

Diavolo

Diavolo had to go to the human world to close some deals with the Corvo company and you decided to accompany him. But it was a matter of minutes before people approached him to ask if he was a star or a celebrity. Following his friendly nature, he talked to everyone and even took pictures, a small group of people approached you, seeing that you knew him.

Woman: How handsome, is he a model?

Man: Who is he?

Mc: He is my husband *smile* and he is not a model.

Diavolo didn't dissimulate, he didn't wait, he turned quickly and walked briskly beside you. His eyes were shining, crystalline, he didn't know what to do, that was unknown ground for him. He was trying to tell you a hundred things so fast that you didn't understand him. You took him by the arm and pulled him away from the crowd. Despite his excitement, he put his hand on yours with extreme gentleness, as if he was afraid that his touch would make you suddenly disappear.

Mc: Did I say something I shouldn't have?

Diavolo: What? No, no, you haven't said anything you shouldn't….

He looked away totally blushing.

Diavolo: Are you sure… that despite of everything, of who I am… you would want me as your husband?

Mc: *moved* I couldn't think of anyone else Dia.

Diavolo: *shining like the sun* I couldn't be anyone else but you either, spouse.

Barbatos

You had agreed to help Barbatos tidy up a room full of relics, the demon was very grateful to you.

Little D: It's very sweet of you to help Mr. Barbatos.

Mc: Well, it's only natural to help my husband.

The little demons put their little hands to their mouths while laughing excitedly. You laughed too, but you stopped when you felt a whisper in your ear, when you turned around there was Barbatos, with a kind smile and his cheeks a little colored, he was looking at you with immense affection. He put his hand to his chin and began to watch you curiously, now you were the nervous one. The Little d's laughed mischievously.

Barbatos: It is, without a doubt, the greatest treasure I could find in this room.

Mc: Th- the what?

Barbatos: Ju, ju, the time I spend with you, my spouse.

Barbatos held you by the waist and hand, as if to dance, you grabbed his shoulder and let him guide you around the room. He hugged you as he caressed your face with his cheek. It was hard to read, but his eyes exuded an endearment rare to see in him.

Barbatos: I never considered having a spouse before.

Mc: *laughing* No?

Barbatos: No, but now that I've found myself having the best spouse in the three realms, I've realized how much I wanted to have them.

Mc: Damn *totally blushing*

Little D's: Kyaaa!!!

Solomon

Solomon had gotten into an argument with a demon, the sorcerer seemed to be having fun, but you knew you had to stop him from getting into more serious trouble (with Barbatos). The demon was throwing in his face certain problems with his artifacts and conflicts of the past while your master just laughed, you jumped in the middle without hesitating, the demon looked at you.

Mc: Stop it, you are not going to achieve anything arguing with him….

Demon: Do you even know who this shameless guy is?

Mc: Of course I do, he is MY husband.

The scene was hilarious, Solomon with his hands up grabbed by the collar of his shirt by a demon, the chaos stopped, the second one looked with a face of disbelief and the first one at first had his usual smile, but then he suddenly turned red and seemed to emanate heat. He began to gesticulate, the demon let go and the crowd dissipated. Solomon stood looking at you, very still, his face had no trace of his usual amused expression, he looked unusually shy.

Solomon: *taking his hand* Really… would you want a husband like me?

Mc: *squeezing his hand* I can't think of a better one.

Solomon laughed, that cute laugh, shy he was also charming.

Solomon: The two most powerful wizards in history, as husband and spouse… no one will stop us Mc.

Simeon

You and Simeon were going to run some errands in Devildom, you used to go together, because you were not intimidated to go out alone and Simeon felt better if he accompanied you. Some demons still had problems with the angels, (you are already mimicked), and some were not afraid to approach to provoke.

Demon: Oh? Who could this little angel be?

Mc: My husband.

Simeon dropped all the fruits as he looked at you, surprised, very surprised. The angel then started looking around and picking up the fruit with a nervous smile. With a look from you the demon left, embarrassed. You crouched down beside Simeon and could see that he was avoiding your gaze with a rosy face. You both stood up and laughed, though Simeon still avoided your gaze. You set off again and after a while Simeon spoke.

Simeon: I thought it was just me… *brings his hands to his face* I thought I was the only one who wanted to be your husband.

Mc: Well *acting surprised*, I'm pretty sure I've had an angel husband for a while.

Simeon: If so, *grinning nervously again* then I've had a human spouse for a long time.

The angel carries all the bags in one hand and holds out the other to you. Determined, you take it.

Raphael

Raphael had convinced you to go to a knitting club in the human world (how ????), the grannies loved it and when they saw you enter they began to whisper excitedly. You sat down in the ladies' circle next to Raphael and started knitting (or trying to), as conversation began to arise. One of the ladies asked you kindly.

Granny: Tell me, my child, what is your relationship with Raphael?

Mc: Raphael is my husband

Raphael blinked, then looked up with a look of confusion and looked at you even more confused, cocking his head like a puppy. The ladies began to whisper even more excitedly. Raphael looked around as his colors rose, pulled his chair closer to yours and looked you in the eye. The grannies left you alone.

Raphael: You…. *pause for reflection* are you serious?

You didn't really know what he meant, but you nodded, he seemed to reflect, with that serious face of his. The angel was an indecipherable person most of the time, it was part of his charm.

Raphael: I… I promise to be a good husband, I will always take care of you and I will make sure that…

Mc: *being cautious* What?

Raphael: *smiling* That my spouse will always be happy.

Mephistopeles

Mephisto had invited you to a party at his family mansion, despite denying it he tried to be by your side the whole time, trying not to leave you alone, but being the host it was too complicated. He talked to all kinds of demons while you watched him, you could see how he constantly looked in your direction in a hurry. Several of the guests approached you.

Demon: why are you here smugly and how would you know Mr. Mephistopheles*?

Mc: He *looking him up and down* is my husband.

Mephisto's face was a picture, he had heard it. It didn't take him two seconds to approach you, striding towards you, totally flushed.

Demon: Are you serious? That's impossible.

Mephisto: raising his voice I am her husband! And she is my spouse!

You remained silent, he had embraced you in a protective way, interposing himself between you and the demons, it was your turn to blush, the guests left. Mephisto held out his arm to you, you took it, he was looking straight ahead with a pout on his face totally blushing, but he put his other hand on yours, firm. I didn't know what else to say, you laughed.

Mc: I won't be a problem, husband?

Mephhisto: don't separate from me, there is no problem… *almost stuttering* spouse.

Thirteen

You had promised to take Thirteen to a punk band concert upon the recommendation of some class friends (because yes, you had a social life in hell outside of the brothers and the others). Thirteen was trying to make every possible plan with you, and seeing her face colored with excitement or thrill was totally worth it. There you recognized a friend.

Dyed hair demon: Mc! How nice to see you, who is your friend?

Mc: Oh, this is my wife.

Your friend's face colored, Thirteen seemed to have stopped working as his eyes opened wider and wider, while his face blushed more and more, but then he let out a big laugh and hugged you tightly, giving you kisses and kisses all over your face, leaving his lipstick marked. Without taking his eyes off you and with the sweetest smile in the world he laughed again.

Mc: It's our special night, just for the two of us.

You circled her waist, then she took off one of the earrings hanging from her ears and put it on your finger, to then link her hand with yours.

Thirteen: with very flushed cheeks and a mischievous smile I love making these plans with you, spouse.

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Thanks for reading.

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[zeebeebirdy]

I can't believe people actually get so angry about Gale body headcanons that they'll bother and harass others. I'm a chubby Gale enthusiast, but if you like him with abs, that's fine! And although I love saying stuff like "the man was a recluse wizard that loves food, of course he's fat", that's not me being serious, it's just a silly comment. We don't need to seriously justify why a character's body "should" be a certain way, because that's actually quite harmful. Fat people can be fit, skinny people can be unhealthy, anyone can enjoy exercise or junk food, etc.

I like my wizard chunky because I generally prefer bigger bodies, and I think it suits him! But if you prefer Gale with shredded abs, hell yeah! Maybe he had an amazing workout routine while hiding in his tower, with Tara to spot him. You can also enjoy both and think he gains or loses weight. The fun thing about Baldur's Gate and it's characters is ✨ none of them are real ✨

[missriggie]

On Taash being the 'self-insert'

Something that really bothered me about a lot of the comments from bigoted grifters that Veilguard initially got was that Taash was a self-insert because they're non-binary and are one of the very rare 'firebreather' qunari and I'm like are you serious? Of all the characters in this game, Taash is your pick for the 'self-insert'?

Need I remind you of:

The super sweet country girl dwarf who reconnects to her titan ancestry by picking up a magic dagger and unlocks the ancient earth magic that her people have been blocked off from for millennia, and manages to stave off the destructive rage-filled heart of said titan?

The Inigo-Montoya-looking-ahh coffee addict and basically assassin royalty who has a demon inside him that gives him pretty purple wings so he can fly, on first meeting him manages to tear through a prison full of his blood mage captors without getting a single hair out of place or blood on his perfectly tailored purple Ezio Auditore coat?

The woodsy monster-hunting grey warden chad and the only grey warden that gets to bond with a griffon (which have been extinct for centuries) manages to kill an archdemon and survive because plot armour?

Like dude, be fr, Taash did nothing wrong, you're just a bigot.

[h-sleepingirl]

Our local dungeon didn't survive COVID but this post is making me yearn so badly because here's the thing: this is what dungeons IRL are like. You don't get Daddy Dom CEOs in suits, people aren't all "BDSM is serious and sexy 100% of the time and you can't break character." You get real humans, local weirdos, queers, people of varying income levels, real diversity. A local dungeon is a melting pot, a community center, a place with mutual aid, a relaxed social club where as long as you're not a dick, you're welcome.

I miss it.

Did I ever talk abt the time i was at a bdsm club and one of the pups was on all fours and barking and being cute and the dom on scene was like “hi puppy! Do you do any tricks?” And he said “I can beatbox!”

[wlwsoccerfics]

Lifeline (BethMeadXVivMiedemaXMeadReader)

AN: this Is Just my Personal experience. It can be very different for someone else.

Warnings: Teen Character is autistic, this includes some personal experiences with autism. Short OS.

You knew you could always count on Beth & Viv. These two were your Safe space. Beth was your older sister so that's why you could always count on her & Viv came into both of your lives making both of you feel really loved.

Viv & Beth both were really protective of you. If people didn't knew better they would probably think they were your parents. Which was (kind of) true in a sense.

Your autism was diagnosed by the age of 10. So 5 years ago. You often get told that people don't notice you have autism when they see you. Which always resulted in you thinking that it was an odd thing to say. But then you remember you became quite good at masking.

People close to you, like your Viv and your Bethy, knew your routines and things you needed to do or needed to have to be comfortable. Other people that were close to you were Jill(Viv's fellow dutch teammate), Leah, Lessi, Kerstin(also one of Viv's fellow dutch teammate) & last but not least Wally.

You sat in your room doing your homework before you would leave for practice with Beth. You practiced with the Arsenal Senior Team alot. But also with the youth Team. Getting in as much practice as possible.

"Y/n, we have to leave soon! Are you ready?" your older sister asked you. You turned around in your Chair, nodding your head.

"Give me a few more minutes to finish this! I want this to be done now! Before practice starts! I always finish homework before practice!" You Tell Beth.

"I know you do, Love Bug!" Your sister replied. It's a Nickname she has given you when you were really little. And you very much liked it when Beffy or Viv called you that.

"I will be done soon!" You told her and you finished the rest of your within five minutes. So you grabbed your things and sat down in the passenger seat of Beths Car. You called Viv right away because you always did that on your way to practice and it was your ritual. It wouldn't be a good practice If didn't call her.

"Hallo liefje love!" You hear Viv say on the other side of the Phone. Her voice was always so welcoming and warm. She always managed to make you feel loved and welcomed.

"hey Viv. I finished all my homework before we left cause you know how important it is to me!" You informed her.

"I do know that! You always are quite fast though! I could never do that!" She told you. Beth was smiling, she loved the bond you had with Viv.

"oh Viv you are so smart and you could do it too! Everyone is different. I may be faster then you when it comes to this but that's okay. My brain is just wired differently!" You tried to explain.

"thank you for calling me smart, liefje love!" She answered and giggled softly. So did you. You knew by now that when people giggled at something you said that they weren't making fun of you. The people you knew and loved you could read by now.

"you are welcome. Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?" You wanted to know.

"i did sleep well. And i am great! Better now that my favorite Mead sister has been calling me!" She said, knowing Beth could hear her.

"hey! Excuse me?!" Beth replied, laughing though. You smile at that.

"i am fine with being the second favorite mead sister, as long as i am your favorite liefje love!" You let her know. Being serious about it. Cause you really loved the nickname.

"of course you are my favorite liefje Love! You are the one and only!" She explained. Sounding just as serious. She asked you how you were and you told her that you were good and excited for practice. You really missed having her at Arsenal though. It was a big change for you but both Viv and Beth made sure you didn't feel like something was missing. You talked on the Phone or Facetimed multiple times a day. So things were easier for you now.

When you arrived at practice you went to greet all the Girls individually, some of them you invented Handshakes with.

"how are you, little Meado?" Alessia asked. You smiled at her.

"i am good! Finished all my homework before we came here!" You proudly tell her.

"of course you did, you are the smartest on the Team!" Leah answered. You nodded your head in agreement.

"possibly. In a lot of things. But not all of them! Mostly just good at things that interest me!" You explained. Smiling gently.

Wally was smiling at that. She thought your rambling about certain topics was cute and she always said If she ever has Kids she hopes they are just like you.

Practice started and you were very focused on the drills. Enjoying them. Glad to have found a safespace with your sister and Viv and with the Team. They were your Lifeline.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Okay Cat Stan idea but it’s during the period of time where Ford is holding Stan’s car and Carla’s there.

HOWEVER

Someone new strolls into town Jimmy Snakes.

Now idk if you know Jimmy Snakes, but he’s a deleted character who was a supposed to be like a guy from Stan’s past and was going to be a rival for Stan.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gravityfalls/comments/40zvki/sketch_from_unused_ep_jimmy_snakes/

Many people use Jimmy as some sort of ex Stan and well you go with that but in this idea I’m aiming for the he’s a guy from Stan’s past who was hired to track Stanley back down and take back to a gang.

Or maybe Jimmy’s the gang leader himself (of a motorcycle gang) and knows Stan isn’t dead.

Now the reason I bring up Jimmy is because he was said to be like an off brand Ghostrider. And guess what Ghostrider can do? SEE INTO SOULS!!

So for this idea Jimmy comes into town, coming to locate Stan and immediately sees into Nikola’s soul and makes the connection that cat is Stan.

He goes up to Ford trying to claim that the cat that Ford found is his cat, and thanks Ford for taking care of his “cat” and would like if he could return it to him.

Stan is internally being like: NO FORD DO NOT LET THIS GUY TAKE ME�� HES NOT A GOOD GUY

And Ford doesn’t want to give up Nikola.

So Jimmy is forced to stay in Gravity falls and forced to do shenanigans to try to kidnap Stan.

That's a super fun idea!

I know of Jimmy snakes, as a concept more than anything, and although I do enjoy reading bitter exes Stan and Jimmy, I personally won't right it. Just because I don't write it in general, romantic relationships confuse me.

Jimmy rolls into town, looking for Stan, for nefarious reasons. Maybe Stan made a deal and dipped, not realizing how serious it was? And technically owes his soul to be bound in off brand ghostrider servitude? Or he's actually low on the list of criminals Jimmy's hunting, but he saw the name and recognized it? Or he was supposed to die, and Jimmy did instead and cheated death by becoming ghostrider knock off, and is hunting him down to make it even?

Whatever the reason, it's not good and Stan wants no part of it. He thought he was safe because of the curse, but because of Jimmy's ghost eyes he can see Stan's soul under all the cat stuff. Jimmy doesn't want to get this weird knock of Stan involved, so he tries convincing Ford that Stan's actually his cat.

Ford doesn't believe a word of it, because he both loves his cat, and can see that his cat wants nothing to do with Jimmy. Even if Jimmy was telling the truth, he was obviously a terrible owner.

Cue shenanigans as Jimmy tries to separate them, and it becomes increasingly obvious that Stan is glued to Fords shoulders. Now Jimmy has to try and play nice with the guy to get close, or break into his house and kidnap Stan directly.

Ford hates this guy who keeps trying to talk with him. Jimmy low key then high key becomes miffed he can't charm knock off Stan, and now he's just trying to get Ford to like him on any level. He's forgotten about Stan almost, except that Stan is always there, hissing at him and ruining his and Fords chances to become buds. Stan can't figure out what Jimmy's deal is, because Jimmy doesn't know what he's doing either.

[blade-liger-4ever]

How to Make the Two Boys of Team Prime Useful

Surprised to see this? So am I.

Most people by now know I hate Jack with a passion, and that I find Raf's existence completely forgettable. So, what prompted this thought exercise from yours truly?

Simple: a longstanding desire to see human characters written well without dragging the attention away from the titular Transformers we all tune in to watch.

So, how do we do it?

Switch the boys' partners around.

Hear me out.

Arcee "needs" someone to protect to give her purpose, yet she's saddled with a whiny sixteen year old who's already chafing under his mom's overprotective habits and wants to live his own life free of trampling by his peers. Bee is relegated to Wallflower Mimic and has nothing to offer but cute sounds and additional muscle, and is paired with the Baby Human so that all age groups can "relate" to the show and characters. Ignoring the annoying thought that we need humans of all ages to connect with the giant robots we long to be friends with, this would allow more genuine character growth and prove both human males' and Bee's usefulness to the plot.

Consider with me for a moment: A slightly older Raf stumbles across Arcee and somehow gets involved with the 'Bots and 'Cons, maybe by pretending to ride her like he sees his older brother doing with his bike. Meanwhile, at that precise moment, Jack dives into Bee's alt-mode in order to hide from Vince for getting his order wrong, or something of the like.

Then, when the dust's settled and things begin to proceed like in the show, Arcee finds herself partnered with a child who can barely fill out his shoes. She's annoyed, throwing snits left right and center, but Raf puts up with it. He neither rolls over for her nor snaps back. Instead, he asks questions: what was your world like, did you have friends on Cybertron, do Cybertronians have families like humans do, etc. And all of a sudden, Arcee finds her prickly demeanor slowly ebbing away as she has someone who wants to listen and learn about what her life was like, and this in time motivates her to become genuinely motherly while still kicking serious aft.

Similarly, Jack is having a tantrum over "getting involved" with a space war, and Miko just rolls her eyes while going a mile a minute with slow 'n' steady Bulkhead. Bee - perhaps this time possessing a voice, but missing an eye and having an unusual, sickly green replacement - just lets him vent while poking around the town going "what's this", "what's that do", and "will I explode if I eat this rock" (poor examples, but he asks questions about mundane Earth things.) Slowly but surely they bond over this, and when Jack realizes he's been assigned a twelve year old Autobot, things get interesting when he takes on an actual older brother role before Bee uses that to bring out Jack's suppressed inner child.

Boom. Meaningful and memorable dynamics.

The reason for the switch is to actually play off of the "yin-yang" we had with Miko and Bulkhead. It's all about balancing characters' personalities and the time for each individual character without slipping in favor of the humans. This would benefit Raf, Bee, and Jack, and kick Arcee into legitimate Character Development.

Furthermore, Arcee's mama bear instincts would be given credence when Airachnid returns, as there's no way Raf can actually keep himself safe from her. Thus, her protective nature has vindication without being hypocritical (i.e. the first five episodes and the numerous revenge arcs.)

However, Bee is not without his own archenemy.

Shadowstriker.

You can keep his voice box being ripped out courtesy of this ex-assassin, but Ratchet is able to repair it (Hasbro has only enough room for one butt-kicking mute and that's Snake Eyes). But Shadowstriker, in her burning rage, doesn't stop there.

She tracks him down after Tyger Pax on an all-consuming quest for revenge, her offlining of Autobot spec-op officers being the only reason Megatron hasn't cut ties with her/killed her himself. She finds Bee, stalks his movements, and when the time is right, attacks. Despite her morbid disunity with her new body, Shadowstriker still proves dangerous in her combat capabilities...including almost killing Bee after stabbing him through the eye with her energy blade.

It's only through the timely intervention of Prowl that Bee lives long enough to be brought back to medbay. Ratchet curses and swears as he repairs the scout, but there's so little in spare replacements that he has to resort to a Mercenary's optic to keep Bee active. Though never the same from his traumatic near-murder, Bee accepts this and struggles to keep up with the team, his new eye providing him with a super scanner that can see in the electromagnetic spectrum.

If you want - and feel free to use this in your own takes - have Bee and Jack out on a field trip when Shadowstriker tracks him down for another rematch on Earth. Let Bee be absolutely terrified and livid. Let him make mistakes and nearly get killed a few times, while Jack has to grow a spine and distract Shadowstriker and play the mole in Whack-A-Mole until Bee can recover/backup can arrive. This way, both have more to do and actually contribute to the story.

As Optimus here can tell you, this was an unexpected infodump about my least favorite parts of the show. However, despite that, I feel much better, as some of these ideas have rattled around in my head for a while.

I hope you like it, and that you find it useful.

"Transform, and roll out!"

[izartn]

[ID: from prev, chiarra's tags:

wait….. they're insane #that's so funny #okay serious: #yuuji was just responsible for mass slaughter through sukuna. so he's intimately familiar with how that feels #so knowing sukuna has his sights set on megumi#he doesn't want his best friend to go through that #(which like. he does. arguably he goes through worse) #WAIT#the destruction sukuna caused through yuuji was particularly devastating to yuuji with the values he holds #and for megumi as well with his particular values: not saving as many people as possible but saving those he chooses #sukuna kills thousands through yuuji and just the particular people megumi cares about through megumi #that's foul #that's goooood writing #anyway how much do you think yuuji internalized megumi's philosophy. like “i'm not a hero i'm a jujutsu sorcerer” to take that viewpoint #interestingggggg #“he's not sorry he did it” #“he's incapable of telling him no” #chewing on this #obessed #i love how selfish they are #jjk meta#itafushi /end ID]

More of @chiarrara tags in a reblog!

okay but really at their reunion megumi is like okay so your whole thing is saving ppl right? let me appeal to that #and yuuji's like nah my whole thing is saving you now #because he already failed at that. his whole value system has been ripped out from under him and he has to rebuild #and if megumi had learned the lessons and gone through the growth yuuji had to get to that point #he never would have been taken over by sukuna. but like. that's tragedy for ya #i actually love how shonen rips away its characters childhoods through violence and forces them to confront themselves #who are you without the lies and misconceptions that comforted you up to this point? #it's very real. that's what growing up is. it's awful.

The ending of the Shibuya arc is so fucking funny. Like if it was in any other story right that a character could unleash a godzilla type monster at any point there would probably be long standing talks about why Not to do that. But nah Megumi "with this treasure I summon" Fushiguro looks at the mess that is Shibuya and says well, what's one more? And his only apology in regards to unleashing Mahoraga is that he'll be dying on Yuji. Not on the untold multitudes of people, his worst shikigami is going to crush. It's the craziest most selfish way to go out and it doesn't even kill Megumi and he is really not sorry he did it.

Then on the other side Yuji sees most of this go down via Sukuna. He witnesses the destruction Mahoraga unleashed. He sees Sukuna clearly has a plan to use the 10 Shadows. In any other series the mc would have become concerned for the world ending potential of putting the greatest villain behind the driver's seat of the biggest monster. And running away from Megumi in that context would make perfect sense. Until you get to Yuji's actual reasoning. He's worried about Megumi. Yuji is worried that within the endless slaughter it'll be Megumi that suffers. Yuji agrees to go with Megumi because he's incapable of telling him no. And when the worst comes to worst Yuji is Still only worried that Megumi is in danger.

[darklinaforever]

The problem is too many ppl online refuse to see Louis for who he is and actually listen to him and think of the show as Louis vs Lestat instead of Louis & Lestat. He was the first one to show violence toward the other (when he threw Lestat against the wall after he was turned). Louis lied to Claudia about her turning to make himself look better and to make Lestat look worse. Louis threw Lestat around the house too. Louis choked Claudia the exact same way and for the same exact reason Lestat did, Claudia was coming between them. But so many people love to ignore all the "bad" things Louis has done because they have made up a false narrative in their head that Lestat is the villain. Louis and Lestat are two incredibly passionate people who are incredibly passionate about one another in good and bad ways but will ALWAYS choose each other at the end of the day. That is what the entire story is about, how much Louis and Lestat love each other and how far they are willing to go for one another. They were both of Claudia's fathers and BOTH have shortcomings when it comes to being her parents, but they made her the strong vampire she was. She wouldn't have become that strong vampire without Lestat. It is exhausting seeing people play morality Olympics over a show about fucking vampires. All while they ignore Armand, literal murderer and brainwasher. Like please be serious. Go watch Twilight if you're looking for G-Rated vampires.

I couldn't have said it better myself. Frankly, this obsession with trying to make Lestat the ultimate villain of the story is ridiculous, because Louis is just as wrong as he is. Especially as parents !

And yes, if there is a character who seems closest to a real villain in the IWTV universe it is Armand to me, probably because he was originally written by Anne Rice with that in mind but she later changed her mind.

Don't get me wrong, I like the character of Armand, but there is a strange duality in my feelings for this character.

I hate him both for what he did to our little family made up of Lestat Louis and Claudia, but I also love him for his history and complexity as a character.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Crushing On The Nerdy Guy At Work 2.0

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Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Synopsis: You finally got your wish and spent the night with the adorably awkward tech genius. Too bad he thinks you used him and no longer trusts you because of it. Even worse, you two still work together.

Tags: NSFW, characters are in their twenties, coworkers to lovers, oposites attract, nerd/popular, she fell first, virgin hero, first time, one-sided pining (reader has a massive crush on Tim), Angst, betrayal, protective Tim, batfam, love confessions, drunk confessions,

TW: stalking (by an oc) - Tim handles it.

After clocking out, Tim met Jason at a bar. The two planned to grab dinner before patrol.

The place was loud, busy, and packed with people out for happy hour, but Tim wasn't worried, especially when the waitress placed his burger in front of him.

Munching on a fry, Jason leaned back against his booth and gave a soft whistle. "Damn, look at that one."

Tim glanced up and did a double take.

You sat with some of your coworkers at a booth nearby, engaged in an animated conversation.

Tim began to regret suggesting a place so close to work, but he was starving after having forgotten to eat lunch again, so he sent Jason the location without thinking twice.

The same outfit you wore to work - a preppy skirt, knee-high boots, and a white cardigan - made you look soft and feminine among the suits and jackets at the establishment. His eyes lingered on you as you were deep in conversation with Rose and another team member. The same two who were gossiping about yourself and Tim the other day when he found out you'd kissed him on a dare.

Perfectly manicured hands wrapped around a martini glass as you raised it to your red lips. You looked like you belonged on the cover of the fashion magazine. He's seen you read so often... "Vague" or something.

Rose clocked him first. She mouthed something to you that made you pause. Then you turned and locked eyes with him across the room.

Tim tore his gaze away. "She’s my coworker." he told Jason

Jason smirked, popping another french fry into his mouth. "Your coworker just looked at you like you were dessert."

"No she didn't-"

You cleared your throat behind him, making both of the men turn around to face you. At some point, you had made your way over to the booth.

The man sitting next to Tim leaned back in his seat, watching you with amusement.

Ignoring him, you spoke. "Hey, Tim…"

"Hey," Tim gave you a tight-lipped smile, before gesturing to his companion. "Um, this is my brother, Jason. Jason, Y/N."

"Hey, Y/N…" Jason gave you a long once-over. You would have noticed if you weren’t so laser-focused on your co-worker.

"Hi," you waved to Jason mindlessly, still looking at Tim. "So…" Trying to look nonchalant, you flipped your hair in a signature move that usually garnered you mouthwatering looks. "How was your day?"

Damn it! What was it about him that made you act so... childish?

Tim's answer was stiff, guarded. "Busy."

You hated that he still thought you’d betrayed him. It wasn't fair, and he didn't even give you the chance to explain how you truly felt! You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. "Do you… maybe want to get coffee sometime?"

Rose and Violet, who have slowly made their way over to you with their belongings in hand, were now giving you funny sideways glances.

Oh, please, you thought, like they’ve never been down bad before.

Tim’s perpetually analytical blue eyes studied yours behind smudged lenses of his glasses. "My schedule’s tight."

Wow. He really didn't wanna talk to you.

Disappointed, you huffedan half-hearted, "Forget it." Before retreating.

Behind you, Rose not-so-subtly slipped Jason a note, mouthing the words "Call me" before turning to Tim. "Genius boy, I don't know what you're going through but hurry up and snap out of it. Steven, from Legal, asked her out today." Her tone was at the same time playful yet serious. Without further information, she turned and followed you out.

After you girls left, Jason turned to his little brother, grinning. "You’re the dumbest man I’ve ever met."

Tim scowled through a mouthful of burger. He muffled out a, "What?"

Jason gestured toward your retreating figure. "She’s a goddamn ten, Timmy, foaming at the mouth through her chanel lipstick for you."

Tim didn't want to correct his brother that the lipstic he's usually seen you wear was called "Dior." Instead, he said, "You don’t know what your-"

"Timmy," Jason shook his head. "She was practically kneeling at your feet ready to give you head right here and now-"

"Jason!" Tim looked around nervously, hoping no one heard his brother. "She only kissed me because of a dare."

Jason’s eyebrows shot up. "Wait, shit. I didn't know that! So you got moves!" He clapped Tim on the shoulder.

"I dont 'got anything'". Tim shrugged, not feeling nearly as smug as someone in his position typically would. "But, we… yeah. I dont know."

"Oh, scored?"

"Jay-" Tim rubbed the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, his brother could be so vulgar.

Jason immediately smacked Tim upside the head. "So?"

Tim glared, rubbing his temple. "So nothing! It wasn’t real. I told you, it was just a dumb game for her.”

"Oh god, this is so fucking high school." Jason snorted. “Let me get this straight. She was dared to kiss you. Not to spend the night, right?"

"... as far as we know."

"Not to look at you like you the way she just did. Like you hung the fucking moon, right?"

Tim swallowed hard, taking another bite of his burger. "I... I guess."

Jason shook his head, bringing his beer to his lips. "You're so stupid..."

As he went on, Tim considered the facts.

It had only been a few days since he learned about the dare that led to your night together. It was easier to be mad at you, but really, he was mad at himself.

You were gorgeous, constantly surrounded by friends and admirers, while he was a loner. A nerd who preferred the company of gadgets and puzzles to that of real people (save for his family).

The nerd only got the prom queen in movies. Tim hated that he had let himself be fooled. He had just been a joke to you. That was it.

Damian’s fist collided with his face before Tim had the chance to react. The punch was sharp, sending the third Robin reeling back before he regained his balance. "Ow!"

"Oh, I’m sorry," his younger brother drawled, feigning concern. "I was under the impression we were sparring."

Tim wiped at the blood seeping from his lip. "We are, brat."

"One of us is," Damian muttered. "Stand ready, Drake."

"Can’t. I have to be at the office in ten minutes," Tim grumbled, stepping off the mat and wiping his sweat off with his shirt. In the window his saw his reflection. He needed to stop forgetting his meals. His stomach was beginning to look flat, save for muscle - it didn't look healthy. Then his eyes landed on his reflections mouth, stained in blood. "And now I have a flashy new injury to explain to everyone who asks."

"Next time, dodge." Damian shrugged, not hiding his amusement. "And I saw your calendar. You don’t start work until nine today."

Tim raised a brow. "...Did you hack my phone?"

"I’ve been practicing. Your lessons paid off." Damian looked proud of himself, tilting his head. "Speaking of, manicure at seven-thirty today? Really?"

Tim didn’t even blink. "Did you see that I’m also taking part in a pie-eating competition this Sunday?"

"Oh yeah." Damian snickered. Still not catching onto what Tim was hinting at.

"Hm, what about my Wonder Woman fanfic collection?" Tim trued again, leading him on.

"Hey, everyone’s into something." Damian shrugged. "At least it’s not some weird shit."

"You're a little slow today, kiddo." Tim tapped his head with his index finger, grinning. "That’s not my account you hacked."

Damian’s smirk faltered. "...What?"

Growing up with Batman, Tim had taken precautions long ago to redirect any hacking attempts to lead to the account of another Timothy Drake - a forty-year-old, blue collar father of two from Middletown, Ohio. No one in his family knew anything about his personal life - except Alfred. He trusted that man with everything.

"Anyway, I gotta go." Tim patted Damian’s shoulder. "Enjoy stalking a middle-aged man from Ohio."

"Damn it, Drake!" Damian growled. "Thats disgusting!"

"Hey, everyone’s into something." Tim echoed his brother’s earlier words before shutting the door behind him.

"No." Tim’s response was clipped as his leg began its usual anxious bounce. The the untied lace of his sneakers brushed against the floor of Commissioner Gordon’s office.

"Funny," Jim Gordon chuckled behind his coffee mug. "You seem to think that was a question. Let me make myself clear - it wasn’t. This is the bust of the decade! You’re doing the damn press conference."

"Commissioner - " Tim ran his hands through his hair, already feeling his nerves spike. "You don’t want - "

"What happened to your lip?" Gordon interrupted eyeing the fresh cut.

Tim self-consciously ran his finger over the cut from Damian. "I fell."

"Again?"

Tim wasn’t stupid. He was top of his class in the academy, and Gordon knew perfectly well he was capable of defending himself. Right now, Gordon was trying to change the subject. "Sir, you really don’t want me babbling into a mic in front of a crowd of journalists."

"Theres nothing i want more." Gordon smirked. "I find the idea to be well-deserved. You solved the riddle, son, you caught the Phantom. Gotham deserves to know who saved her. Better iron out that shirt and get a clean shave, because you’re going to be on camera tomorrow."

"But-" Tim swallowed, getting his points in order. "What if I mess up and disclose something I shouldn’t - confidential information!"

"That’s why we have a PR associate," Gordon said, raising a brow. "In fact, she should be waiting for you in the conference room right about now."

Oh no. As if he hadn’t been humiliated enough lately. Now you were going to watch him sweat through his clothes and trip over himself during press conferences? "I have my daily scrum in ten minutes." Was his final attempt.

"You’re excused." Gordon took another sip of his coffee. "Your scrum was with me anyway. And I already know your schedule."

Tim was out of arguments. "Yes, sir."

On the way to the conference room, he was stopped by Stanley, the department’s IT manager.

"Drake, can I borrow you for on-call?"

“Sorry, Stan, now’s a bad time.” Tim brushed past him, then paused. "And once again, I’m not IT."

"I know!" Stanley groaned. “But we’re swamped with tickets, and you’re the best with computers! Steven from Legal just downloaded a virus - it’s probably a quick fix."

Tim rolled his eyes. If he had a dime…

"Look," he began. "I have a meeting in five-"

Then he saw it. Tim narrowed his eyes to look over Stan's shoulder.

Steven from Legal was leaning against the wall of your cubicle, making major googly eyes at you.

You sat there, effortlessly put together as always. Plaid skirt hugging your waist, crisp white blouse tucked in neatly beneath a fitted blazer, knee-high boots that made your legs look unfairly long. And a damn bow in your hair. Delicate. Feminine. Perfect. Tim hated how it made his stomach twist.

Steven from legal reached up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and you flinched at the sudden movement.

Tim clenched his teeth. He didn't like this. The young detective cleared his throat. "Yeah, I’ll help Steve."

Stan grinned. "Oh, thank you, man! You’re a godsend-"

Tim was already walking past him.

After begrudgingly fixing Steven from legal's computer, Tim arrived at his first media training session, dreading being on camera.

You entered a minute after he did, balancing your laptop in one hand and a coffee in the other.

"Good morning," you greeted in an unsure tone as you took your seat across from him.

Tim pushed up his glasses and folded his arms. "Morning."

You slid a neatly organized, color-coded packet across the table. "I prepared a media package for you over the weekend. It was approved by the Commissioner. It includes a script that should make it easy for you to answer most questions."

Tim skimmed through the pages, raising a brow at how meticulous it was. He thrived in chaos while you, he learned, thrived in order. A smirk threatened to break out when he saw you align your pen to your notebook. The smirk faltered when a thought came to mind. "Was the press conference your idea?"

"...what?" You blinked.

"The press conference." Tim gestured around the two of you. "Was this your way of getting me alone so that we could talk?"

Your expression changed into that of disbelief. You felt your teeth clench and nostrils flare as you huffed. "Press conferences are a routine procedure after any worthy development occurs in any government sector. No, I did not orchestrate a media frenzy to trap you into spending time with me, Tim. Were both doing our jobs."

Swallowing. Tim cast his gaze down, feeling like a bad student in trouble with a teacher. "Youre right. I'm sorry."

"Its fine." Luckily, you dropped the subject. "In the next few hours, we’ll go over wardrobe and behavior," you continued. "Keep your answers short and to the point. No rambling."

Tim scoffed. "I don’t ramble."

You arched a perfectly styled brow.

His jaw tightened. "…Fine."

He was in your world now. Public speaking was hard. Terrifying. But you had good tips and feedback, and he found himself growing less and less nervous with each question he practiced, having memorized your script helped out tremendously.

And you were all business - professional, not flirty like he was used to. It threw him off at first, but even through his bitterness, he found himself impressed.

You also kept to a strict schedule, so the days you two spent leading up to the conference you ate together - which resulted in him never skipping meals. He liked what he saw in the mirror. He was still lean and on the thinner side, but he'd bulked up a bit.

You, meanwhile, tried to stay professional, but Tim was making it hard.

His sleeves were always rolled up just enough to show the lean muscle of his forearms, veins visible when he typed, wrote, or did something with his hands. His posture had changed too - broader, more confident because of your lessons, less of the lanky boy you remembered.

He was still always adjusting his glasses - pushing them up his nose with his index finger - and you were way too aware of how that same finger gripped your wrists only a week ago. When he looked at you, even briefly mid-conversation, those gorgeous ocean eyes felt like a magnifying glass boring into your soul.

You cleared your throat. "Tim, remember to keep your hands still when speaking-"

"Yeah. Got it."

Short, clipped. But his voice was deep. He was just speaking, trying his best to work together, but his low rasp reminded you of the way he whispered, "Does that feel good?" In your ear a mere few nights ago.

And the worst part? He had a five o’clock shadow now. That jawline, a little rougher, made you ache to feel it against your skin.

Tim was already so goddamned irresistible to you. Close proximity tested your sanity, and you were afraid you were failing.

"Detective Drake, Tamara Lane from the Gotham Gazette." One of the journalists raised her mic to him. "Are the rumors true that you and your PR associate are dating?"

The room fell silent.

Tim froze.

You gripped your phone nervously behind the stage.

Tim blinked once. Then, with an arched brow, he leaned toward the mic. "Since when does the Gotham Gazette run a gossip column?"

The room burst with chuckles, tension easing. But you caught the way his jaw tightened. The way his fingers twitched at his sides.

"First of all," Tim continued, straightening, "I’m here to talk about the Phantom case and trial. If you have any questions about that, I’ll happily answer. But don’t waste everyone’s time with melodrama, please. No, we are not dating.” He finished, choosing not to chastize the journalists further.

"I'm afraid that's all the time we have today." The moderator spoke into her mic. "Thank you detective. The city owes you."

Tim shook his head. "Thank you, but the city owes me nothing. As one of Gothams citizens, I was doing my responsibility to the same streets I grew up in."

That got him a room full of claps. You were so proud. He handled it like a pro. Physical distance was a killer when all you wanted was to run over there and praise him for doing a good job.

"So y/n," An aggressive male journalist made a few steps towards you, invading your personal space. "That bite on Drake’s lip. That your doing?" He winked, backing you against a wall.

"I - " You felt yourself stumble, the tension knotting your stomach. "No, it's not. Can you please back up, Darren?"

This wasnt your first time meeting him. Darren was a tool back in college, when you were both in the journalism program. More than once that he'd attributed your success to your looks alone, with not so subtle implications that you had slept your way to the top.

You were hoping that leaving your previous big shot corporation and getting a job in public services would get him off your back. It didnt.

"Sure can, gorgeous." Darren smirked. "Just as soon as you tell me it was you who gave him that love bite - "

"That's close enough." Tim was there in an instant. His hand shot out, shoving Darren back effortlessly while pulling you behind him, his grip firm, but careful on your arm. You let out a sigh of relief, squeezing his hand in gratitude as the nosey journalist shrank back.

Tim turned to you, eyes searching for any sign of distress. "Are you alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

You were still clearly shaken. He eyed you for a moment, as if waiting for you to contradict yourself.

That's when a thought had occurred to him. You were a beautiful girl, never lacking male attention and always having your fair selection of admirers. But...

But how much of that attention was actually wanted?

Right now, you looked extremely uncomfortable. If the women in his life were faced with such behavior, Tim pondered. If Barbara, Steph, or Cassie were backed into a corner by a man they'd take one clean punch to knock the guy's lights out.

But you weren't like his sisters. You were all smiles and sweetness. You were innocent... vulnerable.

The thought made something stir within him... his fists clenched at his sides as he turned to glare at the retreating journalist.

He and you addressed each other by name. This wasn't your first time meeting.

It took five minutes to bypass Darren's security and get root access to his computer - where Tim found a disturbing amount of pictures of you. Some were with your higher-ups, others with professors, TAs, all taken without your knowledge.

Tim cringed reading the notes Darren had attached to each one - sexualizing and objectifying you to justify your successes in life.

Tim made quick work of adding screenshits to a secure folder, which he sent anonymously to Dick's work email.

Tim’s phone chimed in under a minute. Dick’s name flashing on screen on the wayne family's private texting platform. "Timmy, You should be asleep on your night off."

Tim couldn't help but grin as he typed back. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Who else sends anonymous emails containing incriminating evidence At 3 in the morning?"

Tim glanced at his watch, confirming he's really been up that late.

"Touche" he wrote back.

"Whose this creep?"

"Some guy who's been harassing a-" he paused, before typing. "-friend at work."

"Jesus, christ there's so many files."

"Tell me about it. Need my help with anything?"

"Nah, I'll get a permit and look into it."

"Great,"

Before finishing up, Tim made sure to leave Darren a clear message his screen so that when he opened his laptop the next day, he'd be met with the words: "Journalism is not the same as stalking. Learn the difference, asshole." Capitalized on his desktop wallpaper.

5 Months Later

"Hey!" Tim picked up your call after the first ring.

You shivered outside the nightclub in nothing but your dress (that looked more like a nightgown as your roommate said) and puffy jacket. You were out with your roommate again, but a few glasses of wine told you it was a good idea to call him.

Holding the phone to your mouth, you spoke. "I have something to say to you, Tim Drake.”

His voice shook as he said. "... Okay?" As if he was laughing.

"Just... dont hang up." You took a deep breath. "I need you to hear this."

"Go ahead," you heard laughter on the other end of the call.

"I LIKE YOU. TIM DRAKE." You yelled into your phone. "I have liked you for a LONG time. Way before rose and the dare and the bar. And because I am an idiot, I screwed it up -"

"Where are you?"

"You promised you wouldn't interrupt!" You accused.

"I said no such thing, sweetheart. Where are you?" He insisted. "You're definitely drunk and shouldn't be alone right now."

"Im just fine, thankyouverymuch!" You slurred. "And I don't - *hiccup* - wanna be seen in the state im in right now... especially by you. Anyway, can you focus?"

You then proceeded to list every tiny thing you’ve noticed about him over the months of knowing him: "I like how you get so into work that you forget to eat, even though it drives me crazy."

"And I like that you’re so damn smart, but you can’t take a compliment to save your life." You snickered as you spoke.

"I like that you don’t realize how many people actually admire you.”

"…And I like that you kissed me back that night, even though you were surprised."

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat beside you.

You turned to look who it was, and your eyes landed on him. Your mouth dropped, and you blinked at him blankly. You were in disbelief. Had you manifested him out of thin air?

After placing his jacket around you, Tim crossed his arms, watching you intently as you fidgetted under his gaze as he waited for you to continue. His blue eyes crincled at the sides with barely suppressed laughter. They seemed to say, "You wanted to do this, so do it."

"I..." You took a deep breath, still not believing he was here. "... Okay, I’m just gonna say it."

Tim raised an eyebrow.

"That night we spent together? I wasn’t faking anything." You shifted, suddenly feeling very warm. "I mean, you were just... so good. Like, ridiculously good."

Tim blinked, pursing his lips and looking like he was trying hard not to laugh.

You continued in a rush, "And not just in a ‘this guy knows what he’s doing’ type of way, but in a ‘no one has ever made me feel like that’ way, and it’s been messing with my head because now every time I see you, I just-" You cut yourself off, mortified. Why are you saying all of this? Oh, right, the wine.

Tim stared at you. Processing. Then, very slowly, he smirked, taking a step closer. "… you haven’t stopped thinking about it, huh?"

Shivering, you made a strangled noise. "I-That’s not the point!"

"No, no, I think it is." His smirk grew, and he stepped closer still, pulling you into his arms. You welcomed the warmth of his body, feeling small in his big frame. He exhuded a sudden confidence you hadn't seen in him before when he said, "Go on, prom queen. Elaborate."

You groan, covering your face. "I hate you."

"Do you?"

"Whatever." You suddenly lost confidence, facing away from him. "That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say."

You turned to go step back, but Tim grabbed your waist, pulled you back toward him, and kissed you breathless. "I like you too, prom queen. Now I need you to answer an important question."

You gasped against his lips, feeling elated that he had basically confessed he liked you back. Your breath hitched when you said. "Anything."

He smiled down at you. "How many drinks did you have before you forgot I was your boyfriend?"

Your eyes fluttered open to soft kisses peppering your face.

"Morning." Tim rasped against your ear before nipping at it, making your skin rise along with your hitching breath.

There was a new bruise forming on his back, you ran your fingers over it but didn't ask any questions. He had his personal life and you had yours and you respected whatever he had to do to take out stress in his life.

"Morning-" your voice was soft and sleepy as Tim left a bite mark right on your pulse before licking over the mark he left. "How was patrol?"

"Nothing interesting. I missed you, though. And you definitely missed me." He emphasized the last words, his fingers reaching for your bare pussy under your nightgown.

"Nothing interesting?" You squeaked. You were so wet that his fingers glided over your slit with ease. That was good, interesting, in Tims case usually implied danger. You worried less on the nights that he came back home bored.

He tilted his head to the side as if considering something. "Well, actually, the end of the night was pretty entertaining. Thanks to you."

"Really?" You asked, grinning. "What happened?"

He took your breasts in his hands and softly rolled your nipples between his index and thumbs over your pastel pink nightgown. Sensitive, you let out a wimper, arching against the mattress and pushing your breasts into his hands. "Mhmm, maybe I shouldn’t say."

Each swipe of his finger over your responsive peaks sent a shiver down your body straight to your sex. Your head rolled back against the soft pillow, hair spralked all around you.

"Please tell me?" You begged, now starting to get nervous. Last night was girls' night. You knew Tim would be on patrol, so you met your girlfriends at the bar. Come to think of it... you don't really recall what happened.

He kissed down your body to the top of your inner thighs. Where you were ticklish. "Let's just say i got a cute phone call at four in the morning."

Gasping, you bolted up to a sitting position on the bed. "No!"

"Oh yes," at his place between your thighs, Tim met your gaze and let out a sinister, evil laugh. The vibration of his laughter made his tongue rub deliciously against your slit, making you moan and arch your back.

You fought to stay focused. "What did I say to you?"

"Idunno," he hummed, closing his eyes as his toungue mapping out your clit in small circles.

"Tim- ah-" your fingers grasped at his messy hair as the stimulation against your clit began to build up. Oh god, he'd gotten so good at that. Your breathing grew quicker as his tongue continued its assault. "Mhnnn, what did I say?" You whined.

Veiny hands squeezed your thighs before coming back up to push you back onto the bed. The material of your nightgown split at the front, baring and exposing your breasts to be tormented by his hands once more.

He continued toying with you for a long time. The delicious stimulation grew stronger and stronger until you weren't able to hold back anymore. Panting, you came all over his mouth, and he lapped at your spilling juices.

"Good girl," he cooed, running his hands over you.

"I-" you panted, kegs shaking as he gathered you in his arms. "Tim. P-please, how bad was it?"

"What do I get if I tell you," He asked with amusement while his thumb rose to tease your clit again.

Overstimukated, you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. "I'll... I'll kiss you?"

"Well, alright." He snickered while turning on the shower handle, letting the water fall over the both of you, still in your clothes. He lowered you to the ground, keeping his lips a breath apart from yours, and whispered. "You got so drunk you kinda forgot we were dating."

Your hads rose to cover your mouth as you shook your head in horror. "No,"

He nodded. "Im afraid so, prom queen. And you called me, screaming about how you had a crush on me-"

"Stop," your hands covered your eyes.

"-and how I rocked your world -"

"Oh god."

"-really, the 'best you've ever had'. Your words, not mine."

"I'm never touching alcohol again!" You moaned, gently baging your head against his chest.

Tim's hands came to cup your face, brushing your hair behind your ears. "I love you, prom queen."

You smiled back, shily. "I love you too."

Tim's grin only widened.

[winniethewife]

Pixel Perfect (III x Reader)

A/n: A Silly little Idea that @stellasplendens and I were talking about and I decided to write into reality, As Always if you want to hear me shout into the void about this band (And others) Please follow me over at @lyricallymelodic

Tags: Bestfriend!III, And they were Roommates, StreamerToken!AU, Sillies,

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Disclaimer: All fan fic written by me for this fandom is based on a fictional depiction of the personas of the band members, no real people were perceived in the making of this fiction.  

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III always beat you at videogames. It didn’t matter what game, Halo, Fortnight, Mario Kart, it even felt like games you were supposed to be on the same team he somehow managed to find a way to beat you. You supposed it probably had something to do with gaming being his actual profession. He and the guys donning masks and streaming games together online had managed to garner them a small but loyal fanbase. It also paid half of rent, so could you really be mad about it?

Yes.

Yes you can still be mad about it.

You had decided that as, for what felt like the hundredth time, he got first in Mario Kart… Again. You sighed deeply and put your controller on the coffee table.

“You’ve got to be cheating, No one is this good at fuckin’ Mario Kart.” You groan as you watch him set up the next round, taking a long sip from the can of soda you had mostly finished before the two of you had started. III laughed, a familiar heartwarming sound, and yet so very annoying in the moment.

“No one except me love, call me the Mario Kart expert.” He chortles as he picked out his favorite character (Waluigi) and messed with the settings on his kart for a moment while you looked at him side eyed.

“I’m gonna just call you a Jackass, it means the same thing really.” You teased, your voice only betraying a hint of how bitter you actually felt. III chuckles and shugs.

“Whatever, Ready Player two?” He grinned at you, and suddenly you had a brilliant idea.

“Yeah, ready Player one.” You picked up your controller and got ready for your plot. Just as the two of you rounded the first corner you moved your shoulder and shoved him to the side. He was entirely unaffected. He rasied an eyebrow at you before leaning over to shove you back with a cheeky smile on his face. Oh it was on. For the whole of that race the pushing and shoving continues, and somehow he’s still winning! The next race you try a little harder, throwing pillows at his face, at one point shoving his face down in the pile of cushions and blankets at the end of the couch and sitting on him just to keep him down. He wasn’t even looking at the screen and he was winning! At this point you were just confused, how the hell is he doing that?

“Give up yet Love?” he asked with a laugh as Waluigi took his victory lap around the screen.

“Yeah, actually! Fuck you! I’m not gonna play with you anymore.” You huffed, handing him the controller before you did something stupid and throw it. You walk off to let off some steam in your room. III figured you were just mad, you would be back to playing together tomorrow. Right?

~

Little did he know that you were so serious about what you had said? You were done losing all the time. So when you got home at the end of your shift you decided to grab a book from your “to be read” pile and curled up in bed to read. About an hour or so later III was knocking on your door and peaking his head in.

“Hey, I just finished streaming wanna play a couple rounds of-” he started to speak before you held up your hand.

“I don’t play with cheaters.” You stated simply. He scoffed.

“This again? I don’t cheat love, I just play games a lot and better. Now c’mon let’s play a bit.” He shrugged off your remark and expected you to just come running back? The audacity!

“Nah, I’m reading.” You lift your book as if to make a point before turning your gaze back to the words on the page. You could practically hear the way his head tilted in confusion. This was your thing! Two best friends that live together and play games! It was a whole part of the reason the two of you living together worked out so well, you had most of the same interests, and you enjoyed doing them together.

“Alright, uh, I’ll just um…go do…something else.” He muttered dejectedly. III was flabbergasted. You had been friends for years, played games like this for as long as he could remember. You were one of his first supporters to start his career, you were the one who convinced him to quit his job at the record store where you still worked in order to pursue streaming full time. You were so damn close it felt almost sacrilegious to not spend the evening together. III slumped onto the couch and twiddled his thumbs for a while before deciding to go ahead and putting something on the T.V. for background noise as he sat and thought.

~

The next couple days seemed normal, you would leave for your job at the record shop and III would start his stream. The after bit was the part that was still off. He would finish his stream and come to your door knocking to see if you wanted to play and you would say no, and that you don’t play with cheaters. It was the third night that he was so desperate figure out how to get your attention that he was willing to try anything. He would analyze why he was so desperate for this little bit of affection at a later date. He ended his stream an hour early, drove into town and got take out from your favorite restaurant, and two pints of Ice cream from the local Ice cream parlor. When you got home you were greeted by the sight of III already sitting with two Joy-cons in hand, Mario Kart loaded up, and the take out already dished out on the coffee table. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Did I forget our anniversary or something?” You teased. III tried his best to laugh it off but there was a weird flutter in his chest at the idea. Not the point, need to focus.

“No, nothing like that…I’m just gonna prove to you that I’m not cheating.” He said as indignantly as he could muster. You shook your head.

“Alright, show me.” You walk past him, taking the controller in your hand and sitting down on the couch. III sat next to you and after setting everything up the game begun. At first it seemed business as usual, he won the first race no issue. Then when the next race started he kept getting hit with different items, slowing him down and causing him to fall to second place, then the next race he was in fourth, muttering and cussing under his breath as he lost again and again. You had it figured out, he was letting you win, and despite how much it truly irked him to lose you couldn’t help but notice the slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lip. He rather keep losing than not play with you at all.  You feel that familiar warmth in your chest as the night goes on. Soon the two of you are eating ice cream and he’s talking about how maybe the two of you should play Mario Kart less often. And you agreed. You kind of wanted to see how many games he could pretended to be bad at to win your favor.

The answer was as many as it would take, and however long until you both realized that this was more than friendship.

~

Masterlist

Taglist: @silvernight-m @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @stellasplendens @ierofrnkk

[tres-pistolas]

I have noticed that you draw Luke a little…different than most of the dinluke fandom 😅 Is there a particular reason?

Maybe I'm the greatest freak out there and that’s why I'm in disharmony ? Mostly I work with the impression that I get of his character in the Mandalorian, movies and books (except for my crack comics, that is OOC, its crack guys) I think the dinluke fandom clearly prefers his new hope personality than his mandalorian personality but pairing him off with Din in the former gives me serious DiCaprio vibes so I'm just like naaah. I'm also fascinated by his metamorphosis from new hope to the character that he is in the mandalorian because that's HUGE change, and to let him remain static doesn't seem appealing to me personally.

Now Luke was always supposed to be a different kind of hero. One that valued kindness and compassion before violence, a different way to represent masculinity that the typical macho of the 70's (And not in everything because he did A LOT of contradicting shit in the movies) but it seems like the dinluke fandom took those exact traits to say yes, indeed, having those traits instead of the ones like, say, Din Djarin (one that fits these within those traits better) makes you less of a man, less of a hero and thats why his representation in the fandom is mostly, well, of a person that cannot take care of himself much less of other people, among other things.

Or perhaps I'm just reading too much into this and it's just a byproduct of Pedro Pascal being a very attractive man and the author's or fanartist's desperate need to bend Luke's personality to make him more relatable to the author's own so that it can fit the fantasy better. Makes sense I mean wiseass cosmic wizard is not exactly relatable. But I want to believe this is not true because it saddens me deeply the implication that to make someone relatable to oneself is to take away their drive, their powers, their self esteem and capabilities and in turn, to elevate their love interest (Din djarin) so that he's powerful, a king, rich and sexual driven.

Or maybe like I said I'm just full of shit and I'm the freak that can't see the bigger picture. Maybe I'm the fackin Jacqes Audiard from Emilia Perez!! Please understand that I'm stating my opinion and reasoning because I'm being specifically ASKED about it. Mostly I just sit down silently and do mediocre drawings, that's my specialty. Also I'm no social knight I believe in freedom of speech and that everybody is free to write and draw whatever they want, even if controversial or whatever (including criticism and satire).

[yandere-fics]

♡ Reader Is Giving Rayna The Silent Treatment ♡

(I promise I will give other characters love soon, Rayna is new though so she gets spoiled. Also I like writing incest, sue me.)

You really liked the rain, quite a lot actually, you were constantly out there in your last life, a fact that Rayna should be well aware of considering she had apparently been watching you extremely closely in the past and you had been quite excited to be able to relieve the best rainy season in your whole life which had happened within the first year after you awakened. It was unlike any other you'd ever had in the territory, just perfect outside conditions. That dream had been completely shattered when Rayna had forbidden you from going outside to which you told her you were not going to talk to her until she let you go out in the rain and walked away. You felt a bit bad because her face sunk completely after that but you were sticking to your guns. Meanwhile Rayna was busy dying inside and wondering why rain even existed because it was vile and now her songbird wouldn't speak to her. No work even got done because she couldn't think clearly when you weren't speaking to her and she either had to let you go out and get sick or not hear your voice today! It was truly horrifying.

You meanwhile had the bright idea to lock yourself in the bedroom you'd been sleeping in before your marriage just for the extra bit of spite towards her which backfired tremendously when you woke up to Rayna pounded at that door begging you to come out already. You remained silent not wanting to give her the satisfaction but she quickly broke the door down, tears streaming down her face as she rushed towards you.

"My songbird, please speak to me." She knelt before you and squeezed your hands tightly as you shut your eyes so you wouldn't have to even look at her. She let out a growl and mumbled something you didn't hear properly. "My sweetheart, please, if I don't hear your voice I will kill people."

"Wait-" Your eyes flung open and you looked at her in a panic.

"I thought about killing all the servants in the house today, there was no point in this fancy house with staff i I can't hear you anyways." You realized she was serious and quickly leaned to hug her tightly.

"I'm sorry I won't ask to go outside in the rain again." Rain wasn't worth it if people died for it.

[sapphiresaphics]

What I need people who are criticizing media to understand is that things like “marvel humor” and “wokeness” have ALWAYS existed. They are not “new” trends that just came about in recent years.

When I was growing up, what you would call “marvel humor” was just referred to as “Hollywood one-liners.” The term originating from the big blockbuster films that were becoming popular at the time in the late 70’s and early 80’s. Think Star Wars and Die Hard and Indiana Jones.

Films involving “woke” concepts like diversity, black lives, women’s rights, minorities, etc have ALWAYS existed since the dawn of cinema. They didn’t just start existing within the past 10 years. We just never called them “woke” before then.

Like you can go back and watch very GAY films in the 1940’s and 1950’s. They just had to be more subtle about the gayness because it was illegal and there was the Hays Codes which prevented explicit depictions of lgbt+ content. But they existed. They’ve been there since the beginning, because lgbt+ people have always existed too.

What IS new is this concept that filmmakers are deliberately trying to insert their “agenda” into films and that characters are being written for the sake of diversity and not for their merits… which is a VERY right-wing conservative mindset. And, like the vast majority of right-wing bullshit… it’s simply not true.

There’s this thing that happened on the internet around 2012-2014. YouTube changed its algorithm and started prioritizing long form videos. At the same time, right wing authoritarian groups like the KKK and Neo-Nazis began to stop meeting in person and started organizing online. And this resulted in a perfect storm for the proliferation of right wing talking points online, especially on YouTube because it was very easy for these people to just make long videos ranting and spreading their hate and YouTube would slot them into the algorithm.

THIS is where all these negative views about women in media, Mary Sues, Wokeness, DEI, the gay agenda, etc all started to gain MASSIVE momentum.

So when I see people criticizing media by saying “they’re putting their agenda into the film” or saying “it’s full of woke concepts” or “they added this (minority) character for brownie points” you are telling me that you don’t actually have an understanding of how media literacy works and are just parroting right wing talking points.

If you use the term “marvel humor” to describe the existence of ANY joke in a show, you are not a serious person and should not be listened to because “marvel humor” is just the latest attempt to rebrand right wing disgust with having FUN.

There’s a lot more that goes into this, it’s a HUGE topic in and of itself. But I really need you all to understand that if you’re going to try to be critical about a piece of media and you use buzz words and sound byte topics like that, you are signaling to the REST of us that you are a deeply unserious individual who does not understand how to analyze media in any coherent or meaningful way.

[shatcey]

༺ ƇꓴƬƸ ƓⱤꓴ𐒄ꝒƳ Ƈ𐤠Ƭ༻

Part 1 ~~~ Part2 ~~~ Part3

It was unexpected. I didn't plan on writing this, but the scene popped into my head so well that I decided to write it. It's just jokes and teasing. I'm not particularly happy with the voices of the characters. But… this is the best I could do in such a short period of time. I hope the next part will sound much better. Kate/Alfons/Victor. Around 1300 words.

ALFONS!!!

I stand in the parlor and think about what else I can do if he doesn't show up. I really need his advice. More than anyone else. But lately he's been playing hide and seek with me more often. And I'm definitely losing.

It all started a few days ago when Ally unexpectedly dropped that Victor's birthday is nearby. He didn't mean anything by it… just some random thought of his. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. Victor has done so much for me and the whole Crown, and I really want to give him the best gift. But… what can I give him that he can't get on his own? What makes him happy at all?

I thought about it over and over again and realized that I needed help. So… I decided to ask Ally. But… he suddenly disappeared. He likes to play this game from time to time. But it's usually not that hard to find. It feels like he's deliberately hiding from me. Odd…

The voice of my beloved brings me back to the real world.

Could you stop doing that?

I turned to him and was surprised to see that he was extremely serious. Not typical at all.

What?

Shouting my name throughout the castle.

I blink in surprise.

Why? It's more effective than running around looking for you.

Are you so sure I'll come to you next time?

I don’t know. But you did it… several times already…

He took a deep breath and sank into the nearest chair. I moved closer to him.

I need your help with…

No!

Hey! I haven't even finished.

No, I'm not going to help you find a present for Victor.

How does he know? I wasn't talking in my sleep, was I?

Why not?

You really don't understand?

What?

With an exaggerated sigh, he got up, went to the bar and poured two glasses of alcohol, muttering to himself.

How did I manage to get stuck with you of all people?

I showed the wonders of acute hearing.

You are lucky.

He turned to me with two glasses in his hands and, meeting my gaze, raised an eyebrow.

Not a hint of sarcasm.

Why should it be sarcasm?

He smirked and held out his hand with the glass in a silent offer. I take it without any questions.

Don't you think we should discuss something that's going to happen… before Victor's birthday?

Hah?

Alfons sits down in a chair and pats his knee in an inviting gesture. I completely ignore this and take another chair.

Really? How could the woman forgotten about Valentine's Day?

Oh, right… I've never had anyone I could be with…

Well, I have now! So… do you have any plans?

In fact, I do.

Aaaaaah…. Then there's nothing to discuss.

Back to Vivi!

You don't know when to stop, do you?

You knew that from the beginning.

Unbelievable…

Ally shook his head exaggeratedly. Oh, my drama queen! I took this as a sign to continue.

I've been thinking about it for a long time… and I couldn't think of anything special. So I need your very versatile brain.

Excuse me?

It was a compliment.

Alfons opened his mouth to say something...

I was thinking about how busy he is.…

Well… he's the queen's aid. Of course he's busy. I don't envy him.

So… maybe we could ask the Queen to give him a day off?

Blank expression.

Really?

Well… a day off is a good start, isn't it? He'll be happy.

He takes a sip and looks at me with a strange mixture of pity and adoration.

Do you really think you can meet the queen on a whim? And besides… I highly doubt she'll grant your wish…

Oh…

He's right. It's not that simple. I should have thought of this much earlier. Even if I ask William for help.… No, I will never ask him. I still feel uncomfortable around him… Those eyes… no! Don't think about the eyes!!!

Oh, my cute Alfons and my cute Robin. Have you discussed me?

I jump at the sound of such a familiar voice, as if my thoughts about him summoned this very person. I scream reflexively:

NO!

Alfons snorted and took a long drink from his glass.

I came to my senses, cleared my throat and answered calmly.

We discussed… I almost said St. Patrick's Day... no, it's too early for that... Valentine's day.

Awww… I love St. Patrick's Day!

So am I! It's so bright and fun.

Victor and I smile happily at each other.

You haven't forgotten that I'm standing next to you, have you?

I turn my gaze to my lover and smile reassuringly.

Of course not, Ally. How could I?

I definitely forgot. How could I forget? His eyes are to blame… they seem to hypnotize, attract all my attention. I can't help myself. Victor looks at Alfons and smiles to himself, as if made up with something.

Valentine's Day, you say… Could you include me in your plans?

Victor smiles radiantly, as if it's perfectly normal to interfere with dates. I don't remember him ever being that… tactless.

Absolutely not. It's a lovers day.

I don't think it's a good idea either… but if we spent some time together, maybe it would give me some clues.…

But that would be so lovely… We could bake something together and…

No, really…. you two are something else!

Well, thank you.

Awww, it’s so sweet of you to say…

…Unbelievable…

He put the empty glass on the table and leaned back in his chair, as if saying that he was not going to continue this conversation.

So… What plans do you have in mind?

I don't know. Ally didn't tell me about them…

But my words made him change his mind. With a note irritation in his voice, he said

Are you seriously considering including him to our Valentine's date?

Aaaaa…

Why? No, really... I don't understand how… What have I done in my life to deserve you?

You’re so sweet…

 It wasn't a…

Awwww… I can endlessly look at these chirping lovebirds.

We answered at the same time.

He's not a bird. He's a cat!

She's not a bird. She's a cat!

Pause. Alfons and I look at each other.

I'm not a cat!

You most definitely are.

Of course you are, my dear.

I look from one smiling face to the other and growl angrily.

You've got to be kidding!

Such an adorable grumpy cat… I really like ruffling your fur.

Victor reached out to tousle my hair, but Ally stopped him in his tracks.

Vivi!

And when she looks so angry… this is a sign that you need to tease her even more.

Alfons!

Not Ally?

No. Alfons.

Oh… she IS angry.

So cute…

Alfons tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was no lighter than a feather, but it didn't have the usual effect on me.

How peculiar. You look like you're about to start biting.

You understand cats so well…

Oh, now you admit it?

I'm not a cat! Damn you!

Why are they doing this to me? I'm not a cat. Nothing alike!

I hate! Both of you!

I turn around and run away from these terrible men

As soon as she was out of earshot, Victor's ever present smile disappeared. His eyes are darkening, as if the last specks of light have been absorbed into them, and even his face looks sharper than usual. Alfons smirk at this metamorphosis.

So… what did she suggest?

Nothing. She has no idea, so she asked me.

Victor smiles tenderly and adds barely audibly

...Cute...

Don't you think you could help her?

Why? I'm a real villain…

Besides...

You don't want her to become even more interested in me, do you?

Alfons didn't answer deep in thought.

These two will be the death of mine. In a more sense than one.

Part 1 ~~~ Part2 ~~~ Part3

dividers by thecutestgrotto

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[laurellala-comics]

Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3

(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)

[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.

The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."

A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned

Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?

Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"

A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.

The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"

We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless

Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this

Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.

We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder

Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?

Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes

Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!

Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey

Maya: Shh just listen!

We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".

Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.

We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.

Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?

Nick looks at him, waiting for his response

We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."

We cut again to see the three of them standing together.

Miles: I... don't think I like women?

Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!

Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!

We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.

Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.

We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.

With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.

Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.

Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement

Nick: It's four in the afternoon-

he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight

Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.

Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?

Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.

We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.

As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.

Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve

Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?

We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick

Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk

Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...

Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"

/.End ID]