#they would probably try and protect him though

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That's a good question @donanimee !

When the Baby of Yuu is Born

• If we're talking about the birth itself, I think it would have happened sometime between books 6 and 7. I already mentioned that when Yuu arrived in Twisted Wonderland, she was already a month or two pregnant, so by the time those events occurred, Yuu should have been around 8 months at most. Besides, with the stress of the situation, the baby probably came out prematurely.

• Obviously, I don't think Yuu would have participated in the same way in book 6 because of the pregnancy, but let's just say that once they reached dry land, her water broke, to everyone's horror and concern.

• Riddle was the only one who more or less kept his composure and sent the others to get things for Yuu while he and Adeuce took her to Ramshakle (and Grim brought Crewel, the closest thing they had to a doctor). Ace, being Ace, had Crowley give Yuu his hand so she could squeeze it with all her might (it was cathartic and extremely necessary, thanks Ace), and the other students were calling doctors, bringing things like healing potions in case things went wrong, etc.

• It was chaos in short. The labor lasted approximately 8 hours (with luck, it could be less or MORE hours), and Yuu ends up giving birth to a beautiful baby girl.

• All the panic finally dissipates when the students hear the baby cry for the first time—a loud cry of a healthy baby :,)

• Of course, as soon as everything calms down, Crewel and Trein kick everyone out of the dorm so Yuu can have a few quality days alone with her baby (the only one who can stay is Grim).

• The first few days of motherhood are quite pleasant, fortunately. The baby is healthy and strong, she doesn't wake up much at night, and when she does, the ghosts try to entertain her so Yuu can sleep (unless she has to be fed).

• Yuu also doesn't have to worry about bringing food; several students leave things at Ramshakle's door so as not to bother her with visitors (food, blankets, clothes, etc.).

• Grim is definitely quieter than usual when the baby is born. He's partly afraid that Yuu won't love him anymore or considers him dangerous to have around the baby. But when she offers to say hello and introduces him as a BIG BROTHER... yeah, you can bet Grim cried in Yuu's arms and the baby for a looooong time.

• Riddle is one of the first allowed to visit, and he brings a ton of gifts from the Heartslabyul students (Cater, Trey, and Adeuce). He's the most tense when it comes to interacting with the baby at first. Even though he's taken all the necessary sanitary measures, he's so afraid of doing something wrong. But when Yuu helps him carry her properly and the baby sits comfortably in his arms, he melts.

• He invites Yuu over for tea more often (either to catch up on studies or because he sees that Yuu is really stressed), with the baby, of course! The students in the dorm are happy to take turns watching her so Yuu can have some quiet time. I'd say Riddle still sees Yuu as a sort of maternal/older sister figure, only now his protective instincts also extend to the baby.

• Leona is probably the last one to realistically meet the baby. He doesn't have a good relationship with the children (he can barely stand Cheka), and even if he doesn't say it out loud, he doesn't want to feel left out now that the baby is finally born (mainly because he knows it's a shitty feeling for a shitty reason). Leona only gets to meet Yuu's baby when he stumbles upon her by chance at the botanical garden (not because Yuu was looking for him and Ruggie ratted him out, not at all).

• Leona isn't very patient, but he definitely makes sure the baby is in good hands if Yuu can't watch her for a couple of hours (probably making Ruggie do all the work), preventing the baby from doing stupid things once she starts crawling and putting things in her mouth (no herbivore, don't eat dirt—or toys! You almost look like Ruggie). he acts like he doesn't care, but he'll jump out of his seat if he sees the baby with something in her mouth that shouldn't be there.

• Azul, along with the twins, have probably never seen a human baby up close—they're so small! Floyd is probably one of the first people to visit Yuu and her baby—even Jade mentions it to him when they go to Monster Lounge—and they’re surprisingly careful with the baby, especially Azul, who holds her like she’s made of glass.

• I imagine that when the baby starts walking, Yuu gets so stressed out from taking care of her AND being Crowley’s errand girl that she forgets to eat. To solve this, Azul implements something new at Monster Lounge: a baby menu! The catch is that Yuu also has to order something to eat FOR HERSELF ;) no shrimp will go hungry in their watch.

• KALIM ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE BABY! Although sadly, he couldn't take her to Scarabia because she cried so loudly during the festivities. Kalim is an EXPERT at putting babies to sleep (again, this guy has 30 younger siblings) and can play with her for HOURS. Meanwhile, Yuu and Jamil get a much-needed break from their two hyperactive children.

• I'll just say that Yuu will be lucky if her baby doesn't have a whole festival dedicated to her birthday thanks to Kalim. That, and now her food stash is stocked to the brim thanks to Jamil and Kalim (and probably some money, but shhhhh). Kalim just wants to help in any way he can.

• I like the headcanon that Vil is good with kids; by extension, I think he finds Yuu's baby absolutely adorable. Sure, he keeps a certain distance from the baby and himself because of her clothes (and also because he doesn't know what effects makeup could have on such a young baby), but he's definitely not above bringing a few things for Yuu and the baby with Rook and Epel.

• Another great one is providing a space for Yuu to care for him, especially when the baby is already a few months old or if Yuu is dealing with any consequences of childbirth. I honestly don't think Vil brings up the topic of losing baby weight right away because I think it's common sense that it's a pretty sensitive topic for women; instead, he focuses on Yuu feeling good about herself.

• Ortho was probably one of the few students allowed to come to Ramshakle every day to check on the baby's health with his scanners. Thanks to that, Idia is probably the one who is most attentive to the health of both the baby and Yuu. She almost seems like a mother hen. Is Yuu eating things with iron? Is it beneficial for pregnant women? Or maybe she should send him food with vitamin D? Is he being too creepy by monitoring this kind of things?

• Idia definitely freezes every time the baby climbs on him, just accepting his fate of being this creature's new favorite fluorescent toy (Ortho has videos of this that he shows the first years).

• Malleus, OH MY GOD, MALLEUS, remember how I told you the baby was born shortly before his Overblot? You can bet everyone was super tense with him around Yuu and the baby after that, almost like a Protection Squad.

• Then again, Malleus had no idea how human birth worked, so he definitely got really distressed when he heard Ramshakle's screams of pain, or when they told him that if they didn't act quickly either Yuu or the baby could DIE. It was like a reminder that, even giving birth to another human being, they are very fragile. Malleus was so relieved when he learned that Yuu and her daughter were okay, but the scare never fade.

• He definitely acts like some kind of weird uncle. He even talks to the baby as if she were an adult, and they have full conversations. The baby just babbles or says random words, and Malleus nods as if he understands and makes up a conversation, much to Yuu's amusement and everyone's confusion. At least Malleus can still have his nightly chats with Yuu, given how little sleep babies get.

• Ace and Deuce try to be as careful as possible with the baby, almost seeming like other people due to the kindness they show the baby in contrast to their normal selves. Although of course, they still have their tricks. Ace especially wants to teach the baby how to say his name, and when that doesn't work, he makes her learn funny nicknames for the others (like calling Riddle "red dwarf," knowing he'd never get mad at the baby).

• Deuce tries to prevent this, but it's in vain. When Yuu and they go out on campus, the baby is usually carried on one of their shoulders (they constantly fight over who is the "favorite uncle," unaware that that position already belongs to Grim).

• BONUS: THE STAFF

• Crowley definitely gives Yuu more work now because she's "no longer incapacitated," but he doesn't give her maternity leave. That is, until a mob of angry teenagers comes to his office to complain about his lack of basic human decency, and he decides to give him a month off. Every time Crowley is near the baby, she cries, but not a normal cry, no, a HYSTERICAL cry. Yuu thinks the problem might be the mask, but you can see how the baby makes faces at Crowley's voice.

• Sam always has things in stock that the baby might like, things like toys, bibs, clothes, etc. While Yuu is shopping, the baby likes to play with Sam's shadow. He thinks it's very interesting that the baby isn't afraid of them and tells Yuu that his baby has a very unique personality.

• Vargas remains essentially the same, a stereotypical gentleman who makes his students also be proper gentlemen to the ladies. If Yuu wants to join the class but has to bring the baby with her, Vargas will happily carry her while yelling at the students to move, occasionally tickling the baby, or passing her some candy.

• Trein is the ultimate babysitter. Not only does he have the experience, but the baby automatically trusts him without hesitation; he's the opposite of Crowley. Trein and Yuu remain close friends (I'd say Trein sees a lot of his daughters in Yuu), and he's willing to lend a hand if she has trouble with the baby. He's also the best source of baby-related advice at the school.

• Crewel's first reaction when the baby was able to leave school was to go shopping for clothes with Yuu, mostly matching clothes—he thinks they're the cutest thing ever! He's definitely bought her Dalmatian onesies. He definitely takes every opportunity he gets when he visits Yuu for tea to see the baby (it's like that "move bitch" meme).

• Overall, a big, dysfunctional, happy family was formed.

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How would the Monkey Kings and the Destined one react to a female monkey y/n who's the adoptive mother of the baby in yellow? The baby is very protective and a bit possessive of Y/n and scares away any threats and suitors that try to take her away from him...unfortunately, the Wukongs and D.O don't give up that easily so the baby's begrudgingly respects that and sort of accept him but keeps an close eye on him🤨 imagine the kings shock when they find he can speak🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The baby is open to being friends with the children (Mk,Mei, Redson, Li, Su, Luier, Silly girl, and Lin)

Bonus points if Y/n is also an Eldritch horror entity but is waaaay more kinder, more docile, and practically more innocent than her son😊

(Monkey Kings) You must be Y/n's Son☺️

(Baby in yellow)(talking) Make my mother shed a tear in any way...and I'll add a monkey onesie to my collection👿

(Monkey kings)....😨😰😥😱😲😧🤨😦

Your the mama in yellow who is protected by her baby 👶

(A/n) Fun Fact the baby in yellow's real name is Hastur

(Lmk Wukong) Oh god, those matching pair of soulless eyes, except you were smiling while your son Hastur glared at Wukong like he wants him dead. When Wukong first met you, despite your rather creepy eyes and smiles, it didn't change the fact that you were the sweetest monkey gal he's ever met. However, your son, the baby in yellow or Hastur, hated Wukong and would terrorize him behind your back. As for Mk he looked at you both with unease and fear you have shown to be more kinder then your son, and besides Hastur considers Mk to be an little ant and thinks it would pointless and boring to bully him. Dispite your son's unruly behavior and your cheerful but disturbing backgrounds, Wukong cares about you two and loves you more then he fears Hastur.

(MKR Wukong) Myyyyyyyy god, it's like looking at the most f*cked up mirror ever made, let me explain. When Wukong and the pilgrims met you and your son, it was like looking at another version of Wukong and Fruity. You looked so sweet and happy being so welcoming to them, while your son, the baby in yellow, looked like he wanted to throw all of them to the bowels of hell. Your matching pairs of eyes weren't helping the case either. You introduced yourself and your baby to the pilgrims as your Son Hastur glares into their souls. However, their shared personality traits work hand in paw when in battle and admittedly some highjinks were taken place, but on a brighter note. Your son and Wukong love you and Fruity more then life itself, and work together to keep you both safe and cared for.

(HIB Wukong) You both Met though Luier, Silly girl and your son Hastur the baby in yellow. However Luier came home what day telling Wukong about a unusual and quite frankly scary kid, he and Silly girl met on the playground. When Wukong went to see the kid they were playing with, him and pigsy paled entirely when they saw your son big red eyes staring at them as he waits for Luier and Silly girl. Pigsy damn neared screamed as Wukong looked at the little thing like it was haunted as sh*t, and he was probably right. The baby sat by the swings smiling and talking to Silly girl while low-key scarying Luier and that's when Wukong stepped in to take action. That was until you came up calling for your son Hastur, Wukong froze in place seeing you there in a cute dress with the same big blank red eyes the difference is you were all smiles. Wukong was both attracted and curious of you along with being f*cking terrified of your son.

(NR Wukong) Dispite your interesting eyes and quirky cheerfulness, Wukong thought you were adorable and sweet and asked you out immediately. After a few months of dates and kisses and nights at the club, you finally bring Wukong, Li, and Su to meet your adoptive son. They were kinda excited until a babysitter you hired ran out of your apartment screaming on the top of her poor lungs, saying she quit, and left without you paying her. Li and Su immediately saw red flags as you sighed and went in your home, and there he was your son Hastur, the baby in yellow staring into their souls with his huge red eyes. Now this kinda explains a few odd things about you, as your son smiles mischievously at the 3 victims.....I mean guests. Meanwhile Wukong's dark and morbid curious about his eldritch future wifey and her monster baby has shot though the roof.

(Netflix Wukong) Pffff Wukong might as well put a big red target on his back, because Hastur would have a field day messing with him. Wukong had a huge crush on you for a long time and was working on wooing you and winning your heart. Wukong however had to get past your just as haughty and mischievous son Hastur, that tiny pee stain is the bain of Wukong's existence and he would sit there and complain to Lin all day about your monster of a son. This went on for months until Wukong put his foot down and stood up to Hastur claiming that he loves you and no amount of torture or humiliation will stop him. The baby in yellow was shocked to have Wukong talk to him like that especially when he saw what he can do, so he toned down the hijinks and Allow you both to continue your relationship................for Now😈

(BMW Wukong) Now you would think he would be freaked out like everyone else, but he was morbidly curious of both you and your son. You both have displayed unusual and disturbing behavior especially from your adoptive son, and Wukong is all for that. When you officially meet Wukong and your son would find that they have alot more in common then they realize, they both love you unconditionally and in a way obsessively. They also very mischievous and unruly and like to make it everyone's problem especially the celestial realms,(their favorite target is Erlang by the way😈) so yeah you guys are one big happy f*cked up family, however the baby in yellow refuses to call him baba, not in a million years.

(Destined one) The Destined one has seen and delt with some freakier sh*t, but this isn't fair at all. Your son Hastur is quite mischievous and rather unruly, and the Destined one finds it mildly humiliating to be bullied by a newborn. You and your baby son make it to where every other thing he encountered was either normal or not that serious. Hastur actually didn't hate your new husband, but it was definitely hilarious to mess with him and stress out Bajie by scarying him out of nowhere. You don't always help either because of your creepy, cute demeanor, and you were just so helpful and kind but it tends to put make people uneasy. You and your son were huge anomalies but the Destined one just had to get used to it.

(Lotmk Wukong) You know if it wasn't for the fact that's Wukong is centuries old, your son the baby in yellow would have that he was a child too. Wukong is naive and rather ditzy but he was head over heels in love with you immediately, and started to adore your son. Called it rose colored glasses or whatever but Wukong loves both you and your son unconditionally, and always makes time to spend with both of you. Of course Hastur does mess with your husband from time to time but he genuinely respects Wukong, and is completely ok with him being with you.

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 179 (Saving Nancy Landgraab)

cw: mentions death in childbirth

Nancy Landgraab should have been the best ballerina the world had ever seen. Encouraged from a young age by her mother, Queenie, she fell in love with the graceful yet aerobic dance and put her life into it.

After the death of her mother during the birth of her younger brother, Johnny, ballet was the only place she found true comfort. She could honour the memory of her mother and avoid the nannies who stood in for her absent father.

Chester Landgraab had little interest in his daughter - his son, Johnny, would carry on the family name, after all. When she asked to shadow him at Landgraab Corp. for Career Day presentations at school, he scoffed at her. "Your best contribution to the family will be to marry well. Someone whose business we can buy out after the wedding."

Chester thought he was clever and interesting, but Nancy disagreed. Her gilded life was a cage, and she turned to her beloved ballet whenever she felt like her life was nothing but a curse.

She resented her brother because their mother died giving birth to him. She never wanted a sibling to begin with, and Johnny was an annoying little clown. Every time she looked at him, she remembered what she lost. Johnny couldn't even remember their mother. He'd never understand how she felt, and she never got close to him because of it.

Two things got Nancy through high school - ballet, and Geoffrey Bridgers. The outgoing goofball seemed the furthest kind of man from her own father, and she fell hard for him their senior year.

But not even Geoffrey could protect her from injury. Her broken ankle ended her ballet dream in its tracks. She would never headline Swan Lake at the San My Philharmonic, and a part of herself died when the bones broke.

She hadn't felt like this since her mother's death, and her father wouldn't even try to understand her. "Go to college," he said. "You'll meet a good man there."

Chester didn't like Geoffrey Bridgers. The man came from new money - his dad had a small engineering startup the Landgraabs really didn't need. Chester understood real estate, and it was a valuable empire. He never seriously entertained diversification.

But post-ballet Nancy Landgraab turned her focus to the family business. She couldn't bear to see Johnny turn it into a mockery, and she had an aptitude for it.

But Chester wouldn't listen, so Nancy ran away.

She was legally an adult when she left for the desert, hoping to find work in a dance revue in the gambling district of Oasis Springs. She would never be a professional ballerina, but she could handle being a chorus girl. If she couldn't be Landgraab Corp.'s CEO, she wanted to dance.

The Fortunas Casino Royale was big and flashy and had the best dance revue on the strip, but their dance roster was full. Management offered Nancy the chance to serve on the casino floor as a cocktail waitress. She wanted to be first on the list when auditions opened next time, so she took the job. She hated it.

But even though she was miserable, she was stubborn. She wouldn't tell anyone where she was - not that anyone cared to ask. Except Geoffrey.

Chester was convinced his disappearing daughter was going through a phase. If he knew she was working as a cocktail waitress, he probably would have told her to meet a rich gambler and become his trophy wife. That's all her mother Queenie ever was to Chester, anyway.

But Geoffrey wasn't like Chester. He wasn't obsessed with wealth and status and loved Nancy because he saw the girl hiding inside her protective shell. When he finally found her in Oasis Springs, he sat down at one of the tables and waited.

She was angry when she spotted him, as much as she wanted to run into his arms and never let him go. But Nancy's shell was harder than that.

"Why did you come here? How did you find me?"

"I could hear slot machines in the background the last time I called, and this casino has the best dance show. It's just the first place I looked. If I hadn't found you here, I'd have kept looking."

"What do you want, Geoffrey?"

"I want you, Nance. I want you to come back to San Myshuno and forget about this cocktail gig. You can become the CEO of Landgraab Corp. and take over the San My Ballet Company board of directors. No one would run either organization better than you could."

"You really believe that?"

"I know it. I'm so confident you could run the world, if you wanted it, that I want to marry you and take your last name. My dad's company could become Landgraab Engineering; just one branch of the largest, most diversified company in the world."

Nancy loved the way that sounded. "I can't just leave. I have to give notice before I quit."

"You're Nancy Landgraab. You don't have to worry about burning any bridges here. If you ever want to come back to this place, you can just buy it."

With Geoffrey's affirmations and a promise to let her pick her own engagement ring, Nancy decided to return with him to San Myshuno. She wasn't looking forward to seeing her father and brother again, but with Geoffrey by her side, she knew she could handle anything.

As the sun began to rise over the desert on the first day of the rest of their lives together, Nancy and Geoffrey shared a romantic kiss. ->

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WCIF: I gave the Gallery details for teenage Nancy and the Fortunas Casino Royale when Felix, Emit, and Lilith chased the time thief to 2020, but for the fuller flashback I aged down Johnny Zest to child, then found an adult Geoffrey on the Gallery by koppler640 and aged him down to teen. Shamelessly used a sim called 'Hot! Geoffrey Landgraab' for the flashback with no apologies.

Chester and Queenie (seen only in a portrait behind teen ballerina Nancy) also came from the Gallery, by MLandgraab and gimalta08, respectively. Nancy is posed at the casino with @tenyrasims' Posing With a Smile pose pack, and the portrait of Queenie, Chester & Nancy was made with With Or Without You by @talentedtrait.

Does anyone know of any poses that look like someone fell and broke their ankle? I tried to find something for an action scene with Nancy but came up short, so we skipped right to the cc foot cast by @stargazer-sims!

[xinalith]

After some minor preparations, Moon appeared. The usually strong magic around her was nonexistent, at least that's how to seemed.

Alright, I'm ready.

Is there anything I know before we go? It would be a shame if I did something wrong to piss off a bunch of demons and had to eradicate the entire realm. Though it would be fun.

Xinalith hummed for a moment as they already started to prepare for the creation of the portal. The first thing of business for them, however, was to adjust their own form slightly. Their own large horns grew from the top of their head, as well as a long, pale, skeletal tail that gently swayed from side to side. A means to allow themselves to wander through their home realm whilst also maintain control over their mind.

It would be difficult to piss the demons off. They thrive off of carnage and chaos. In fact, you will see that when we visit. However, we are very particular about how one speaks of the ruler of the realm. Do not say anything bad about Him if you don't wish to cause trouble. In fact, it's probably best not to mention Him at all.

Don't linger around creatures who you cannot have a conversation with. They are notably rabid demons and cannot think. They will try and kill you. Whilst I believe you'll be able to protect yourself, it will simply cause trouble on my end.

Oh. Everyone will be speaking in Infernal. There's very few who can speak in the same language as us; if they can, keep your guard up. It means they're equally as powerful as I. They may try and do something to you.

I believe that's all. Any questions, you can ask.

With that, Xinalith raised their hand and slowly moved it in a circular motion, mumbling an incantation before a pool started to form. It crackled and burned to life, whispers lingering in the air before the portal expanded. Faint screams could be heard already from inside, as well as a gust of hot air pulsing out.

Xinalith then took a few steps forwards before humming, turning their head towards Moon.

Come along then, dear.

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psa clint isn’t joel miller and if you’re flattening him into a joel archetype we need to talk about race again

i’m aware they both wear plaid, have a daughter, battle with grief, and are hot covered in blood and enacting violence

this isn’t a callout i just don’t remember where i saw these specific posts about the red handkerchief and clint as a ‘blue collar’ man. but i know i’ve seen plenty of clint = joel posts floating around. 

AND i wasn’t going to say anything bc i thought i was just being gatekeepy bc i didn’t wanna see clint get the dbf treatment which would be my personal problem and i can happily write about him on my own blog how i want etc etc and i know i don’t have to read anyone else’s takes BUT then i thought about it and once again…it’s always about race… re: the post i saw somewhere about someone having a head canon about clint having a red handkerchief as a snot rag - sorry i forgot where i saw it and this isn’t an attack on whoever wrote that, but an fyi to anyone thinking about him the same way… if you’re writing a latino man in 1987 oakland—especially someone working street-level jobs or tied to criminal economies—and you think a red bandana is just a ‘snot rag,’ you’re missing major context

fyi, in 1987, color politics were not optional if you were a man of color in california. even though bloods (red) and crips (blue) originated in LA, their color codes and the larger gang culture around them were already known across the state. in northern california specifically, norteños (tied to the nuestra familia prison gang) wore red. their rivals, sureños (tied to the mexican mafia), wore blue. 

who cares? well, even though oakland wasn’t dominated by bloods and crips the way LA was (in part due to the black panthers), it had its own street crews, plus a heavy norteño/sureño influence by the mid-80s. even outside organized gangs, the association between red and gang affiliation was strong enough that wearing a red bandana could get you profiled, targeted, or attacked—by cops, by other crews, or by random people trying to read your allegiance.

if you were a latino man in oakland in the 80s—like clint—you wouldn’t carry a red bandana by accident. it would be flagging. even if you weren’t affiliated. as a street smart guy, survival would mean being hyper-aware of how you present yourself, especially in neighborhoods policed by gang dynamics and racial profiling. cops would use color displays like a bandana as probable cause for harassment searches or worse during the height of the ‘war on drugs’ and the crack epidemic. 

characters like clint—latino, working-class, street-adjacent—would have understood the consequences of being read wrong. this doesn’t mean no one ever had cloths, handkerchiefs, or functional rags. it means the color and the way you carried it mattered: what pocket, what visibility, how deliberate it looked.

throwing a red bandana in your pocket wasn’t neutral. it wasn’t folksy. it wasn’t just blue-collar roughness. it was a risk, and survival was about reading the street, not walking through it like color codes didn’t apply to you.

clint wouldn’t casually rock a red bandana like a cowboy. latino men have never had the privilege of being casual about how they're read in public, especially not in a city like oakland, especially not in the 1980s.

re: clint as a ‘blue collar’ character there’s a difference between being ‘blue collar’ and being trapped in criminalized labor. wearing a plaid shirt and working with your hands doesn’t automatically make someone a blue-collar worker in the traditional sense. 

blue collar historically refers to wage labor—construction, manufacturing, trade work—where the worker is paid (poorly) but still operating within the boundaries of legal employment. union jobs. often unionized labor, tied to systems that, at least in theory, protected workers through collective bargaining, benefits, and job security. those protections were never equally available, especially to workers of color, but they existed as part of the larger working-class structure. 

clint’s labor isn’t protected. it isn’t recognized. it’s criminalized. he’s not just a man doing rough work for low pay—he’s disposable labor, surviving in a system that sees him as expendable from the start. calling him ‘blue collar’ erases the fact that he’s not inside the working class safety net. he’s on the outside, paying off debt with violence he didn’t choose.

it carries a specific context of class exploitation, yes, but it’s still different from the kind of criminal coercion characters like clint are caught in.

clint is not a proud working man making an honest living. his entire arc in freaky tales is about being forced into violent labor to pay off inherited debt he had no choice in. he is not rough and gritty because he chose a rugged life. 

he is rough because he was born into a system designed to keep him indebted, desperate, and expendable. he’s not working a blue collar job—he’s surviving in a criminal economy that feeds off people like him, using violence he doesn’t even want to enact just to stay afloat.

flattening clint into a vague ‘marlboro man’ archetype (joel coded)—rough clothes, kind heart, good intentions—it strips away everything sharp and painful about his actual story. it whitewashes the complexity of being a latino man criminalized by birth and survival, not by choice. it reframes his struggle as a generic americana fantasy about working-class virtue, when what’s actually at stake is how structural violence forces people into roles they never asked for.

especially when it’s a latino character, this flattening isn’t neutral. it erases the realities of racialized labor, racialized criminalization, and survival. clint’s tragedy isn’t that he’s a gruff tough guy with a soft interior. his tragedy is that he was forced to become violent in order to pay off a life he was never allowed to own, and he carries that weight without any guarantee of getting free.

you can’t understand clint if you don’t understand that. and if you’re not willing to sit with that discomfort, what you’re writing isn’t really him—it’s just a projection of a character he was never allowed to be.

clint and joel might overlap in aesthetics, being single girl dads, and physical strength—but reducing clint to a copy of joel misses everything that actually defines who he is, and why his story matters.

joel miller is a texas man—a man shaped by frontier mythology, southern survivalism, deep mistrust, and violent individualism. he is, by his own admission, a man whose grief and guilt hollowed him out so badly that even his brother was scared of him. he’s not just traumatized; he’s actively dangerous, closed off, and isolated. his story is about losing his humanity and clawing parts of it back, maybe too late.

clint is not that. clint is an oakland man—east bay, west coast, working-class and criminalized, not because he chose violence but because he was born into debt he could never pay off. he’s an underdog, not an antihero. 

he’s soft with his woman, he lights up under her attention. he’s goofy in the video store with the clerk. he’s not some hardened loner who scares everyone around him. he’s just a man trying to survive a system that was designed to use him up.

when you flatten clint into joel, you’re misreading two characters with different emotional cores and fetishizing the aesthetics of pain and ruggedness while ignoring race, class, place, and survival context.

clint isn't a texas cowboy. he’s not steeped in frontier violence or manifest destiny myths. he’s a west coast underdog who knows every step he takes could get him crushed, and he still tries to protect the people he loves without letting it rot him from the inside out.

the tragedy of joel is that the world took everything from him and he let it turn him into something colder, crueler.

the tragedy of clint is that the world gave him no choice- he says he was born into breaking bones to pay off his father’s debt, and he still tries to hold onto his softness anyway.

if you can’t tell the difference, you’re not seeing clint, you’re just projecting a fetishized joel trope onto another character… 

[gatorbites-imagines]

lmao I feel like Scott would be a new level of crazy if he was yandere. Especially if his darling was someone who genuinely liked him, either romantically or platonically, or respected him as a person and a leader/ defending him when the team starts to gives him shit. The levels of obsession and possession would be astronomical.

Yandere Scott Summers x male reader 

Headcanons 

I love Scott summers, so much, get this guy in my life and in my bed. 

I think any x-man being yandere could be so damn lethal, or just any hero, villain or vigilante in general. Especially if you are weaker than them. 

Scott would be so damn much too. He is a lot in general when it comes to wanting to be on top of things, be prepared and be in control, add him being yandere on top of that and you would have no free time, social life, or freedom. 

I don't think he would hurt his darling, at least not on purpose. He wouldn't break bones or remove limbs like some yanderes would, but this guy would tear you down in other ways. 

Would instead tear you down with “logic”, aka how he sees things. And its so well thought out and worded that you will start questioning everything, or he's so intense and repetitive that you start thinking maybe he's right. 

Scott seems like the kinda yandere who would be aware of how toxic and extreme he's being, and he would try to suppress it for as long as possible. Would go out of his way to try and force himself to stop feeling and thinking these things, but it ends up just making him worse. 

He would start out just getting a little more intense in your training, because you need to be able to protect yourself. This ends up messing with your confidence and belief in yourself cuz he can be so judgmental and intense that nothing you do feels like its good enough. 

Then it becomes him keeping an eye on you at all times, everything you do, everything you say, anything that might hurt you. He starts not allowing you to keep any secrets of privacy, he needs to know it all to protect you. 

Evolves into him getting a tracker in you somehow, or some kinda mind bond if possible. Starts deciding your gear, what you wear, what you do. 

Probably even kicks you out of the x-men for “your safety” and will squirrel you away somewhere else to keep you safe and under his control and attention. 

During all of this he is still aware of how wrong what he's doing is, but I can see him just coming to accept it whilst still feeling ashamed about it. He just can't lose you, even if you keep rejecting him and Scott knows it's all wrong to keep you here and take your freedom away. 

Scott would become even more unstable as things go on, as everything starts falling apart, and as he kinda radicalizes about everything. Him clashing with other x-men and all that leads to him searching you out for comfort more and more. 

If you still have resistance in you, then this period would be your best option to get out since he's vulnerable and unsteady in himself and his place. You might even be able to manipulate him in return. 

But it might also lead to Scott becoming even more obsessive and possessive, since you are one of the few things he has control over or knows what to expect. 

This is also the period where he might become more aggressive if things aren't going well, so yeah, you can manipulate him, but he's volatile and can snap. It always breaks him afterwards though, and he feels even worse. 

All the anti-mutant stuff becoming even bigger also makes Scott kinda rabid in his protective tendencies, cuz its assumed you would be a mutant too if he was your leader 

Depending on how long you've been under his “custody” and how much he trusts you, you might become part of his whole team. Much to the shock of the new x-men team, cuz they wouldn't have heard from you in a long time. 

It could be pretty interesting if you started copying Scotts actions back at him, becoming just as possessive and obsessive, just as jealous and over the top, after being under his attention for who knows how long. 

Real toxic relationship between you two, and you both know how bad it is, but there's no stopping this ride baby. Not before it crashes. 

[laursdomain]

ridoc gamlyn as your boyfriend...

pairing: ridoc gamlyn x fem!reader

synopsis: sfw & nsfw boyfriend headcanons for ridoc

warnings: nsfw, mdni, 18+

ྀིridoc gamlyn masterlist

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Talking. Most of the time you two are together, it is spent with Ridoc talking. He is a D1 yapper. Even when you are slowly drifting off to sleep, his voice is a constant lullaby for you, his stories of his day or whatever thoughts are in his mind comforting for you.

Banter. Before you two got together, you two had a lot of banter with one another. The snarky comments and jokes to each other across the quadrant didn't go unnoticed by the cadets in Fourth Wing, and you two most definitely didn't notice them making bets on how long it'd take for you two to get together. Even in a relationship, you two still keep up the banter, though it is more flirtatious now, earning multiple groans from Imogen.

Protective. Ridoc may only be 5'6, but he is not afraid to throw himself head first at anyone who messes with you. Even though you most definitely can handle yourself, Ridoc loves messing with them, annoying them to the point they walk away grumbling. He may not be all height like Xaden and Liam, but he knows how to annoy someone to a T.

Putting you first. We know this man definitely puts you first with the way he did so with Violet. He's always team you, supporting every decision you make, but still making sure you are mentally and physically okay. He'll only intervene if he feels a decision or thought-process of yours is compromising you.

PDA. Ridoc comes off as the type of person to love PDA to the maximum level, but he definitely is more chill than expected about it. Yes, he'll constantly have a reassuring or possessive hand on you at all times. He also gives you a kiss every time before you two part before every class. Before climbing your dragon for flight maneuvers? Kiss. Before he has to go study with Sawyer? Kiss. He laughs every time one of yours or his friends groans at you two, enjoying being able to annoy them and kiss you at the same time. His two favorite things.

Physical touch. As said before, he always has a hand on your body. Mostly because he needs to be touching you, it helps ground him while in the middle of a war. Although, being able to show off that you are his is his favorite plus. Though, he knows when the touching becomes too much, not wanting to overstimulate you.

Dates. Going on dates in the quadrant is probably the most difficult thing to do at a war college. That doesn't falter Ridoc, who finds creative ways to have dates with you. His personal favorite is using his ice wielding to create a makeshift ice skating rink, holding both your hands as you two glide around. Your personal favorite is when you two fly together, landing on an abandoned cliffside as you watch the sunset or the sunrise, cuddling together as you bask in each others presence.

Jealousy. Ridoc is the last person to get jealous of someone else trying to take you. Because, the truth is, they should be more worried about you than him. He'll watch with an amused look on his face as you either yell at the man or simply fight him until he yields, giving the other man an I told you so look. He turns his head with that same look on his face when you stomp away, grabbing Ridoc's hand as you drag him to your room.

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Switch. I will die on this hill, but Ridoc is a switch. He loves being the one in control, being the one to bring you your pleasure as you tip over the edge, time and time again. But, he wouldn't be lying if he said he enjoyed it just as much being under your control, being forced to keep his hands to himself as you use him for your pleasure. The few times you're in control is when you are overly frustrated and in need of release, jealous, or simply because you want to. He would never tell you, but Ridoc secretly looks forward to whenever your in charge.

Kinks. Ridoc's favorite thing to do when he's the one in charge is ice play. The look of absolute ecstasy on your face as he pinches your nipples, the feeling of them hardening under the feeling of his ice-cold fingertips absolutely mesmerizing for the boy. And when he fingers you? You come faster when he uses his ice wielding from the sheer feeling of it.

Oral. Ridoc loves going down on you. He loves sinking his fingers inside of your dripping cunt, curling his fingers as he feels your spongy walls clench around his digits. He'll leave bite marks all over your inner thighs, letting you know that you are his. You beg him, every time, to suck your clit, loving the way he lightly nibbles on it, giving you the stimulation you've been desperate for.

Jealousy. After you pull him away from the man who attempted to hit on you, he's in for a treat. He'll let you do whatever your pretty face wants to do, and knows he's in for it when you push him onto the bed. You straddle his hips, bringing him in for a searing kiss that is hot and messy, but everything Ridoc loves, as you grind your clothed cunt against his. Ridoc loves and hates your teasing, simply because you take too long to remove your clothes but the feeling of your cunt grinding against his cock is perfect.

Weakness. Ridoc's weakness in the bedroom is your noises. When you first slept together, you weren't as noisy, but the moment you did when you were getting close to your high, Ridoc immediately folded. Now, every time, you never hestitate with your sounds, loving the way Ridoc drops his head into your neck when you do, marking the skin there. The other alternative, though, is your sounds will spur him on to go faster and deeper, making your sounds even louder, sending Ridoc tumbling over the edge with you.

Marking. Ridoc marks you up like it's nobody's business. He doesn't care that you'll scold him the next morning when you notice your neck is littered with mouth-shaped marks, ones that suspiciously looks like his. A shiver goes down your spine and settles into your core when you hear him say, "I want everyone to see who you belong to." You ignore the cocky smirk on his face when you proudly wear the marks on your neck like a patch on your flight jacket.

Positions. Ridoc doesn't care what position you two are in, as long as he's able to give you pleasure. Your go-to positions are missionary, cowboy, and doggy as you both thoroughly enjoy the feeling you receive in that position from Ridoc's cock. Though, it doesn't take a lot of convincing from Ridoc to let him take you against the wall, the desk, the chair, or literally any other piece of furniture.

Aftercare. Ridoc isn't overly-crazy with aftercare like the other boys, but he still does it! Once you two have finished, he'll lay there for a couple of minutes with you until your breathing calms, soothing your hair down and rubbing circles into your back. Once you're back with him, he gets up despite your protests, getting a warm wet rag and cleaning you both up. He keeps a pile of clean underwear just for you in his room, giving you one of them and one of his shirts to wear as he cuddles you to sleep.

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[vintagegirl01]

Hello!!

I wasn’t sure if you take requests or not so if you don’t, you can totally disregard this ask….

But I was wondering if I could maybe request an angst to fluff (and maybe some smut at the end if you write that, if not, then do not feel like you need to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable) with Hunt x Reader?

Like they’re mates but maybe Hunt is having to stay with Bryce to protect her and the reader is scared that she’s losing Hunt to Bryce and like maybe overhears Hunt raving about how amazing Bryce is so reader distances herself from Hunt and like Hunt can’t understand why so he asks Bryce for help and it can end fluffy (and again if you write smut, maybe he shows her how wrong she is about him leaving her for Bryce by making love to the reader?)

Again: if any of this makes you uncomfortable or you’re not taking requests you can totally ignore this but I figured I’d still ask just in case. I love your writing and I love that you write for Hunt. My boy deserves so much more attention than what he’s getting 💕

Breakfast for Two

Hunt Athalar x co-worker female reader

Summary: You and Hunt have always had some sort of connection. However, things change when he suddenly has to be a bodyguard for Bryce Quinlan when in her quest to find the person responsible for Danika Fendyr’s murder. As a result , you can’t help feeling insignificant in comparison to her and begin keeping your distance from Hunt. This doesn’t sit well with him.

A/N: This takes place during the events of Earth and Blood. Also, the reader is angel just like Hunt. Though being part or full angel is up to reader interpretation. Lastly, thanks so much to the individual that took the time to reach out to me to request this. I only hope that I did your request justice, as I think this has become a personal favorite of mine.

“Quinlan is quite the pistol,” you overhear Hunt Athalar say. “Especially with the way she kills a demon.”

“Sounds like your kind of woman, Athalar,” you hear one of your male coworkers say.

Another voice jumps in. “Yeah! Are you planning on making a move on her?”

Before you could hear more, you quickly walk away from where Hunt stands before he can see you.

As you quickly try to walk away, you run straight into someone’s chest. You look up into the brown eyes of Isaiah Tiberan.

“Woah, (Y/N)! Are you alright?” The dark-skinned male asks in concern.

“I’m fine,” you quickly mutter before practically running back to your work area with your lunch box in hand. Though you’d probably make a quick stop in the female restroom to cry.

You truly thought that Hunt felt the mate connection towards you. You were sure of it. Yet, hearing him talking about another female only solidified what your heart knew all along.

You were never going to be the female who held Hunt Athalar’s heart.

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You’ve known and loved Hunt Athalar since you first entered the 33rd.

Unlike Hunt and many other Malakh, you were born many generations after the uprising. Yet, you went to work for the 33rd Legion willingly. As you wanted to use your powers to defend those, both Vanir and non Vanir, who were unable to do so themselves. Unfortunately, you would also come to find out that not everyone of your coworkers held this belief that you had. Especially its founder, Micah Domitus, which made you an easy target. Though, you had good coworkers—Naomi, Justinian, Viktoria, and Hunt— who made working there worthwhile as they held the same beliefs you had.

Despite Hunt being a bit standoffish when the two of you first met, the tall, dark, and handsome male would warm up to you. This would eventually lead you both to grow close to one another as you took lunches together as well as having hangouts at your house once he finished his missions early. Sometimes these hangouts consisted of dinner and movie nights, while other times they consisted of self-care and wine (though the fall angel will never admit that he enjoys how face masks moisturize his handsome face).

Things changed between the two of you when he came back to your house all beaten and bruised after a night of being sent on a mission to take care of some people. After helping him get cleaned up, you brought him to your room and cuddled. This eventually resulted in him falling asleep in your lap as you raked your fingers through his dark shoulder length hair.

It was at that moment you saw a tormented male trying to survive the horrors of his past. From that day on, Hunt began to open up more about his past. From his lover’s death to all the killings he had done as the Umbra Mortis. Nevertheless, you always reminded him that none of that was his doing because of his status as a slave as well as the fact that he showed remorse for his actions made him anything but a monster.

This only led to the relationship between the two of you becoming more intimate as the nights the two of you spent together at your house consisted of you two cuddling with longing stares and smiles to one another during the work day.

You had truly believed that everything between the two of you was going well until you heard that conversation.

How did I read everything wrong? You pondered.

You had no idea what hurt more. Hearing those words come from Hunt’s mouth or the fact that you made yourself believe that there was something when there was nothing.

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Two weeks later…

Hunt can’t believe that this is the second week that you bailed on hanging out with him. While Hunt was initially understanding of the situation, figuring you were tired or busy at the time he asked, he couldn’t help taking notice of the fact that you were doing all you could to avoid him during work hours as well.

He begins to reflect on when things started to change. It isn’t before long that he realizes that he noticed his conversation about Bryce to some of your co-workers.

“Shit,” Hunt says aloud to himself, causing everyone around him to look at him funny before going back to what they were working on.

Great! The female of your dreams thinks you're a heartless bastard, Hunt reprimanded himself. I need to fix this. I can’t let the love of my life and mate think she’s anything but. But how to do it?

Hunt then takes out his phone and texts the one person who could help him with female matters.

Quinlan, I need some advice…

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You’re currently at home watching tv wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts when you hear a knock at the door.

That’s strange, you think to yourself. No one should be here at this hour.

You then walk to the front door. You peek through the peephole to see Hunt “Umbra Mortis” Athalar, holding two bags in his left hand and a bouquet of flowers in his right.

Despite being confused about the situation, you decide to open the door for him. “Hunt, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

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When you opened the door to Hunt, he did not expect to see you with your hair down, a loose T-shirt, and some pajama shorts that may as well have been booty shoots due to the fact that your shirt nearly covers them.

As Hunt tries to find the right words to even start a conversation with you, he notices the way your nipples poke through your shirt.

Don’t look at her nipples, Hunt keeps repeating to himself. No matter how perfect he imagined them to be, his reason for his visit to her is of utmost importance.

“You seemed too busy to hang out,” Hunt starts out. “Therefore, I decided to take matters into my own hands and plan a little get together to bring it over to you.”

Hunt gives you his most charming smile as he offers you the beautiful bouquet of roses. While he expected you to come up with another excuse to push him away, he isn’t disappointed when he sees your cheeks grow red with your shy smile as you accept the bouquet of flowers and invite him inside your home.

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Dinner has been a bit awkward as you and Hunt are merely making shallow conversation instead of the deep conversations you’d always have. While you were bringing up the weather for the third time, Hunt was trying to work through the plans he made with Bryce in hopes of being able to finally reveal how he felt about you.

Though he wonders how this can happen when you two have barely spoken five sentences within the last fifteen minutes.

Not being able to take the distance between the two of you, Hunt decides enough is enough. He must know what’s tormenting your beautiful mind and causing the distance between you and him. “(Y/N) …What's wrong? You’ve only spoken a few words since I came to visit. As a matter of fact, this is the first time we’ve even met up to hang out because every time I’d bring it up, you’d claim you were busy.”

Instantly, you shake your head.

“Come on (y/n), I know that isn’t true. Please, whatever it is, tell me and we can fix it together, Hunt says almost pleadingly, causing your heart to ache at the hurt in his voice. Therefore, you decide to answer his plea. Even if the result of you being hurt by the male you loved.

“I…I… I know how you feel about Bryce Quinlan…” you try getting out of your mouth without having your voice break. “About how amazing and bad ass she is. She is perfect for you, you know?”

He then takes his hand in yours, looking into your eyes.“ (y/n), what you thought you heard that day, isn’t what you think it is.” He stops to take a breath before continuing. “When I called Quinlan badass, I was saying so in a way a person who admires someone would say. Especially with what she has been through these last few years.”

There is a pause before he continues. ” However, you are a female I admire too, (y/n). You are literally the epitome of light and goodness. No one can compare to you in my eyes.”

“But Bryce…”

Hunt interrupts you, his answer almost in sync with what you were about to say. “My heart doesn’t belong to Quinlan, (y/n). It belongs to you.”

You wince before looking down to hide your tears. “Hunt, you don’t have to spare my feelings, I…”

Hunt interrupts you there by bringing your right hand up to his lips, kissing it before looking intently into your eyes once more. “I love you so much, (your full name),” the male in front of you says tearfully yet full of pride. “You’re light and goodness not only makes you the baddest, badass in history but too good to be tied to a male like me. Someone the personification of darkness and corruption… I don't want to taint you. However, I couldn’t take you avoiding me anymore. So, I got Bryce to help me plan this night-in together. Because to me, you are worth stepping out of my comfort zone for. Putting my heart on the line for. You are my everything.”

You are shocked by his speech. While he said those three little words that held such an impact, his self-depreciation made you want to cry.

How could he think that? you thought. When in my eyes, he’s literally my gentle giant.

In that moment, you realize that he doesn't know that because you’ve never told him. Therefore, you decide to rectify this mistake.

You gently take the angel’s chin into your left hand, looking into his dark, tear-stained eyes. A contrast from his usual brooding stare.

You then let your fingers travel through his dark shoulder length tresses as a way to ground him. Something you did quite often on the nights he’d stay over, cuddling in bed with you as you comforted him from another mission or nightmare.

“You, my gentle giant, are more than your inner demons. An evil man wouldn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he has done. You do.” You wipe his tears with your thumbs, kissing where the tear stains are. “Nevertheless, I love you just as you are.”

Hunt, touched by your sweet yet heartfelt words, lets his large, calloused hands embrace your sweet face for a few seconds, bringing it near his own. His hot breath causes your body to tingle due to how intense this moment is becoming. “I’m the luckiest male and alpha hole in the universe to have you as my love and mate.”

“Mate?” you look at him shockingly.

Realizing what he said, Hunt tries to explain. “Yes, mate. I understand if it’s too soon for you to say but I want you to know that you are my mate… When I’m around you, I feel this need to protect you as well as want to be a better male.”

You smile at him. “I feel it too. Though, I was afraid to say something in fear that it wasn’t reciprocated.”

Hunt gives you a smirk. I can assure you, (y/n). What you feel is very much reciprocated by me.”

The two of you then lean in to share a passionate kiss. As the kiss progresses, the energy between the two of you shifts from feelings of softness to passionate and intense that it isn’t long before the two of you are naked.

That night, Hunt makes sure to take his time to gently caress every inch of your body, slowly and tenderly. Whispering sweet words to you, reassuring you that you are beautiful and desired.

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The next morning….

You wake up to find the side of the bed empty and cold.

Perhaps it was all a dream, you sadly think to yourself. You lie in bed for a few seconds more before deciding to get up to start your day.

As you sit up, the sheets fall to your waist. When you look down, you are shocked to find that you’re naked.

“Wait a minute…does this mean…” You say aloud.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. Revealed is your mate naked with a breakfast tray, making his way towards your side of the bed.

Despite still being dumbfounded by the situation Hunt takes it upon himself to be the first to speak. “Morning, sweetheart.” He crouches down with the breakfast tray still in his hands, getting ready to press his lips to your own until you stop him.

“Hunt! I have morning breath.” You blush, embarrassed that you have scared your mate away with your morning breath.

Hunt smirks, putting the breakfast tray down on the side table and leaning close to you. “I don’t give a damn. Like that will stop me from kissing my true love and mate.”

The handsome male presses his lips to your own.

After a minute or two, the two of you pull away from one another. Though you two still choose to have your faces near one another, with each of your sets of wings cocooning you two from the outside world.

“Breakfast in bed? Was this also a part of Bryce’s plan?” You ask curiously. “If so, remind me to thank her later.”

Hunts face contorts to mock offense. “I’ll have you know that Bryce’s plan only consisted of a night-in and the bouquet. Everything else was either of my own doing and fate with your consent of course.”

You give him a soft smile. “This and your confession…”

Hunt nods. “I wanted my confession to you to be just that. My own. Therefore, I wanted no one but my own heart to guide me on this endeavor… As for breakfast, I thought it would be a perfect way to thank you for a wonderful evening. For giving me your heart, your body…”

You pull Hunt in for a kiss. “It is I who should be thanking you for accepting my love and more, my gentle giant.”

“Though, I will have to thank Bryce for her part in this,” you mused, a smile on your face as you look at him lovingly. A smile he can so get used to seeing more often because now that your feelings for one another were out in the open, there was no need to hide anything from one another ever again.

Hunt smirks. “And you will have the opportunity to, sweetheart… later. Right now, I just want us to have this moment together before our love becomes known of.”

The two of you decided to just do that, having breakfast together. For this would not only be the first breakfast you shared together but the first meal that the two of you would be enjoying as mates and a couple.

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[chiyana]

this is the stupidest crossover possible but I want Tim to make House his doctor

yes that House

why? He needs someone who is very good, will not give up or send Tim out to a different specialist just because his medical condition is difficult, will not be overly concerned about the danger Tim puts himself in, and will lie on Tim's medical records AND to Batman/Bruce Wayne/all of the Bats without hesitation or fear.

House is and will do all of those things without hesitation. He has no shame, no boundaries, he WILL get into a public fight with Bruce Wayne if it means keeping that man out of his patient's (and House's) business. He will help Tim lie to and gaslight the rest of his family without hesitation.

in exchange, Tim is his favorite patient. Not because they get along, necessarily, Tim is a know-it-all little shit and they constantly bicker and House hates how practically every facet of Tim's existence is a lie (and Tim thinks House is a smug know-it-all jackass who is needlessly cruel and callous bc he thinks the world owes him and never delivers just bc he's in pain, news flash a lot of people are in pain and manage not to be assholes) BUT, 1, Tim brings him really interesting cases and problems, and 2, Tim NEVER lies to House about his medical conditions or what he was doing when they happened.

He lies about literally almost everything else under the sun TO everyone else, but he is 100% completely upfront and honest about his medical history and what is going on with him with House.

admittedly it takes a while for House to realize Tim ISN'T lying to him because some of the shit he says is completely insane ("the vigilante thing is pretty obvious but what do you MEAN you got the Apocalypse virus TWICE, AND SURVIVED, AS A FOURTEEN-FIFTEEN YEAR OLD")

but once he realizes Tim doesn't ever lie to him, he becomes House's favorite patient because at least TIM gives him all of the data he needs as best he's able the moment he asks. At least House doesn't have to waste his time following up on bogus information or figuring out the truth, he can just get right into the meat of the medical issue at hand.

also it's so fun to lie directly to Batman's face, know the man knows, and know he can't do anything about it

[neodiekido]

it's strange to me when people think that maki relapsing and trying to kill kokichi in chapter 5 is bad writing or her being a cold bitch or whatever when it's like, she's been trained to kill without hesitation since she was 10, she thought kokichi was a remnant of despair and the mastermind, AND he put the guy who's been trying to teach her she's not just an emotionless killing tool in a scary room.

not to say this was a GOOD decision on her part, but i personally find it to be very understandable that she messes up here and it makes me like her way more...

tldr: i fucking love when my favorite characters make terrible mistakes that harm them and the people they love

[rated-rko]

crazy lady being crazy under cut be warned! tw for like, iraq war stuff, i guess 👍

okay so let’s just say there’s a possibility that randy didn’t tell that command officer to fuck himself (figuratively) when he said get back to the field, and he did in fact shut up and go pick up that rifle like he was told and resumed training with this desertion thing hanging over him. and now let’s say that john actually did get fired from the company during that messy limbo period where they couldn’t figure out what the fuck to do with him—and didn’t love the idea of grovelling his way back to west newb and admit to daddy, despite all his endless and unconditional tough loving support, that he was right and it failed—and he also enlisted. (i’m sure he said he planned to but i can’t remember where i got that lol)

and they meet, of course. because the fanned-fiction system i have going here is stupid and random and mathless, and if you feed it enough bodies eventually you end up cross-referencing two almost-wrestlers in some forgotten corner of the war. because it’s my sandbox and i said so! they talk about wrestling a maximum of two times because randy is still really bitter and so is john and it does like ‘i’m a failed wrestler’ and ‘oh yeah my dad was a wrestler, i liked goldberg!’

randy would already be broken by the time john gets there. he enlisted at 18, passed through boot, soi, assigned to camp horno, hell on earth even before the towers fell. if he didn’t get out, 9/11 would’ve caught him mid-contract i think?? no choice but to re-up when the invasion orders came down. meaning: he would’ve been a marine during the 2003 initial invasion and the years of heavy ass insurgency (Fallujah, Ramadi, Haditha, etc.).

he’s probably a second-term lance corporal—has some low-level authority—maybe a fireteam leader or even a squad leader by necessity, but he’s kinda terrible at it because he refuses to take responsibility seriously. probably still insubordinate as fuck—always toeing the line of getting an njp, but just good enough in the field that they keep him around. surprisingly good at… war… and weapons. yikes lol :)

he’d have seen just enough training evolutions to know the corps was bullshit but not enough combat to be jaded properly. he wouldn’t even really believe in anything by the time they hit iraq. just endless field ops, endless humps, endless days with a fifty-cal chewing his spine to shreds. cigarettes and rip fuel and complete self-hatred keeping him upright. do i even want to go into how i think he’s some grunt sucking a co…. nope. anyway, kids himself on “old breed” mindset—your job is to suffer in silence, take the hit, do the mission. “embrace the suck” culture in his marrow.

johnnnn, though. oh, john would be brand fucking new. golden retriever boot energy. (i also just think john cena sucks off uncle sam is also a universal truth lol 😌)

he signed the papers at… an older age, i don’t wanna do maths right now, older than most kids, but still just as green, and just as eager. he’d be the guy still cleaning his rifle obsessively after week-long patrols. still calling officers “sir” while getting openly mocked by the guys who knew better. the kind of recruit who stood at parade rest in bombed-out iraqi courtyards while everyone else squatted in the dirt. perfect teeth, perfect salute, not a damn clue.

he’s kind of hated by veterans for being too clean-cut, too eager, too convinced he’s going to make a difference or whatever. this guy ends up doing 90% of the grunt work because he’ll say yes to any order and doesn’t know when to quit, probably compulsively thinks he’s protecting the people around him by being better, trying harder—in reality, it makes no difference.

but he’s a golden boy at heart and earns a reluctant respect because when shit hits the fan, he doesn’t freeze. he doesn’t run. he holds the line and they’re both good soldiers in their own ways, fucked up as that thought is lol

john doesn’t like randy much for all the things listed above. he sees randy smoke two packs a day, scarred up hands, sun-ruined skin, looks older than he is. permanent five o’clock shadow. eyes always half-lidded with hate or exhaustion. this motherfucker neverrrr wears his kevlar unless ordered. and randy hates john because he’s a fresh scrubbed, high and tight haircut, boot blousing neat, still tries to keep his utilities clean even in the field. 250 pounds of pure american cornfed masochism slowly realizing the stars and stripes won’t save him. they’d still fuck, though🙃

but first, they would fight fucking constantly.

randy’s always calling him “fucking boot” or “golden retriever” under his breath. and john, at first, trying to defuse tension with dumb jokes.

over time and trauma… they build that sick, co-dependent battlefield intimacy where you know the exact sound of the other guy breathing next to you at night and trust him with your life but also might shoot him yourself if you spend one more goddamn day listening to him chew beef jerky.

i think about them running missions together through towns no one will remember, guarding fuel convoys no one cared about, posted up in sand-choked fields trading cigarettes (i don’t actually think even a jarhead john cena would smoke but whateverrrr, amuse me please) and they’d whack off to same dog-eared hustler magazine that’s been passed around since kuwait. i think about them trading dog tags like kids swapping baseball cards. stitching each other up with field dressings meant for someone else. crossing streams of piss into empty desert and unabashedly staring at each others cocks, john trying to keep everyone in line, randy half-assing patrols because he knows better than to think any of this matters but gets real fucking scared and in his own head constantly because randy orton is a scared little tough guy in all my dimensions!!!!

i think about them saving each other’s lives once or twice by accident. maybe not even talking about it after.

and obviously this shit was horrific and i don’t wanna gloss over that so when it all goes wrong, when they’re ordered to kick in doors and don’t find insurgents, just some kid younger than them with an ak, and there’s blood everywhere and no one can remember who pulled the trigger first, it’s john who stays up shaking and praying under his breath like it’ll fix anything. and it’s randy who sits there smoking, dead-eyed, like he’s been here a thousand times before. because he has. because he stayed in when he should’ve run.

and it wouldn’t make either of them better. it wouldn’t even make them friends. but it would tie them together, blood and sand and the same ugly guilt that makes you laugh at nothing until your ribs ache. that’s what the corps teaches ya. it’s a long, slow drag toward oblivion, side by side, because it’s easier to keep walking if someone else is dragging their boots through the dust next to yours. can’t decide if they need to die for their hypothetical crimes or end up still attached after it’s all over, but for the record i think john would try to adjust to a normal life and randy would… be a mess… and john would try fix him because he figures he can’t actually adjust. hmmmm.

like i said. i think about it wayyyyy too much. um. and also my critical iraq war knowledge maxes out somewhere between oil, tony fucking blair, and war crimes also so it would require a fucking fuck ton of research to be accurate at all, but GODDDDDD i want to write/read this one day

if you made it to the end, 1) apologies, 2) you may somehow be interested in randy talking about the marines some more lol i didn’t know whether to post it i don’t know if people actually care about this stuff but it’s food for thought!

tbh something i think about an actually obscure amount (and has been my very hypothetical passion product since before writing ribs) is a randy and john jarhead au.

[witchzvamp]

jun... sweetie i can excuse a lot of things even murder yk but i will NOT excuse you forgetting that bisexuality exists

[tidetower]

Something so tragic about Daeron hating Addam, even if the love still remained.

[liquidstar]

honestly does anyone else think that the what:if routes are perhaps telling us that some sort of collision between subaru and reinhard is just inevitable in nearly every route

[dragon-susceptible]

Someone else in the notes confirmed it's 29, yeah. I was literally looking back through my document like how tf do I have this many chapters since Wonderstorm

Eating the illusion food would 100% count as eating meat, yes, but Runaan does specify that Lujanne doesn't bother to be a vegetarian anymore. It's a personal choice. Andromeda also mentions that Lujanne told her before she ate any so she didn't.

Yeah Skor and Claudia would be a rough combination.

That's the thing about Claudia though - she doesn't see anything wrong with dark magic/killing things to steal their power. She's so convinced that she's right that it doesn't matter to her what these elves, who she barely even considers people, think of her. I actually don't know if the egg technique would work - it'd be interesting to find out!

Lmao yeah all the elves were pretty happy about that one.

Lujanne did not feed them meat! She told them the truth before they ate any!

Tbqh I'm not sure if Moonshadow elves have leather, either, or if their armor is actually formed from some sort of magical plant. It's unclear. But yeah it's in general a very not-nuanced take because the elves don't trust Claudia enough to try and explain the long history and wider implications of Dark Magic.

Ram doesn't need much to get pissed off, to be fair.

Claudia's shooting herself in the foot with racism, not caring enough about what the elves think because they're "just elves".

I love how that one passage about Ram having a dagger on hand is just bolded in the middle of your response, that's gold. And yeah, the elves tend not to go anywhere unarmed and Ram plays with knives it's fine.

Based on where in your commentary this was, Soren's actually just literally reacting to the elves tensing up around him, thinking oh shit they might attack us for this and what am I even going to do about that?

Andromeda's just like. do we really want to tell the dark mage about the baby dragon though

Ram's got a low tolerance and high perception for bullshit and it's all Claudia keeps handing him

Both of them, probably. Even the other elves aren't 100% sure, which is why Ram said it like that.

Andromeda's entire body right now is just like "I want a baby" and she's just. So fussy over the little ones about it because she is physically too far away from home to make her own.

XD honestly very fair. Though Soren was also just sitting there shellshocked (hehehe) at the table and he turns out to be fine.

Rayla slapped her hand away in the show too lmao the elves are just on high alert.

This is a lot to process for Soren okay he didn't even know the egg existed a week and a half ago and now the king is dead, the princes are alive, somehow they're running around with the assassins and a BABY DRAGON like it's all fine, his sister is being so fucking weird about the dragon-

Yes, yes he is.

No one came over he balcony to get in. A few spells went over the balcony to get out, when Viren realized the sentries saw him and he panicked.

Andromeda is literally always wearing a half-skirt what are you on about

Yesss demonstrating how much Ezran trusts her too

Yep. Ezran isn't manipulating him on purpose either, he just saw that Soren was hurting about something (he assumed the failure to protect Harrow, when it was just as much the order to kill the boys) and wanted to help, and he trusts Soren a lot more than Claudia.

Yeah that's gonna be interesting to write out. I had an initial idea of sticking closer to canon but it doesn't really work that well since the canon escape uses Phoe-Phoe as the means of escape. I'm percolating another idea now though.

To be fair Soren and Claudia actually don't know Zym's name yet.

Claudia is more just thinking about like, isn't a war just job security for you people?

Yep! She threatened them so many times but the smoke wolves were the thing that actually hurt Rayla.

Runaan is just stuck in Dad Mode and it's clashing heavily with Assassin Mode since the other humans started catching up and putting him on alert again.

Yep, and also why he's 35 when most assassins don't make it to 30.

That's always been the thing that fascinates me about Claudia as a villain, because I don't think she ever really changes her mind. She's always doing what she thinks is best, she just gets angrier and angrier over time until what she thinks is best is burning the whole world down to start over.

Well y'see, two reasons. First of all, Ezran was worried so he's making sure neither of the boys are alone. Second, remember how Callum went "but a good elf" the other night-

Ah, but by handing Zym back to Ezran, now she can hold TWO babies. And also talk to her boss which she does need to do to protect the babies.

Different Path Taken Ch?? P1

listen. I lost track and I'm too lazy to go check. They're not numbered in my document, I barely even have titles on them and my titles are shit like "last chapter" "new shit" "Idek man" and "the advice one".

Have some Andromeda POV.

Andromeda had no intention of eating anything these people served to her.  She’d learned her lesson from Lujanne’s illusory grubs - she hadn’t eaten any before the mage told her the truth but the near-miss was still strong in her mind.  She pointedly pushed the plate of pancakes away and shared her berries with Runaan, who sat beside her.  Skor and Callisto had declined to even show up for the group meal today, though she thought she caught a feeling of them watching from the trees. 

“How do you get them so light?” Ellis asked the dark mage excitedly.

“The secret is separating the eggs and beating the whites into a stiff meringue.” The mage said proudly, and Andromeda almost felt bad for distrusting her, before she added, behind a playful hand, “And just a hint of dark magic.”

Much to Andromeda’s personal joy, both princes just swallowed abruptly and pushed their plates away.  Rayla put her fork down and scowled at the mage.  Andromeda’s own lip curled but she kept her feelings to herself.  They’d allowed Corvus to join them - but this was a dark mage.  Who used her powers so casually as to make pancakes.  

Runaan cleared his throat and spoke without bothering to look up at the girl. “It’s rude not to tell people about unusual ingredients.  Other than Archmage Lujanne, the  Moonshadow among you are vegetarians.  And now you’ve fed my daughter meat.”

The mag scoffed a laugh. “Oh there’s no meat in it!  Other than the eggs, are you strict about the eggs?  Those are a normal ingredient to pancakes though-”

“Dark magic.”

“Dark magic isn’t meat,” She protested.

“But ye had to kill somethin’ to use it.” Rayla said, pushing her plate away with a wrinkle of her nose. 

“Butterflies,” The mage said as if exasperated. “It was just a couple of butterflies!”

“Oh, you mean the lunar moths that also have a social and religious significance for us?” Ram said, tone bored though his maroon eyes were flinty when Andromeda glanced at him. “Congratulations, you’ve dug your hole even deeper.  I would suggest you just stop talking about this.” 

She cleared her throat with a sour sort of look but turned to the princes with a bright smile.  Andromeda narrowed her eyes and looked to see if Runaan had noticed how quickly the girl was changing tactics.  He was looking down at their shared bowl of fruit but his ears were turned towards the mage, and she saw the furrow of his brow that supported her suspicions. 

“Soo, now that we know you’re not kidnapped, you guys should come back home!” The mage said. “With the egg of course.”

An abrupt silence overtook them and Andromeda didn’t bother to be subtle about how she whipped around to glare at the girl.  Runaan looked up as well, and Ram gripped hard at the dagger he’d been loosely fiddling with over the stone table.  Rayla narrowed her eyes and gripped her cup so hard it shook. 

The soldier, Andromeda noticed, was the only one of the siblings to react to their tension.  He stiffened in his seat and his eyes darted between them, but he didn’t move - she guessed he was correctly concluding he couldn’t actually fight them all.  Corvus was frowning too. 

“Actually, there is no egg,” Callum said, seeming to notice their tension but trying to head it off.  Andromeda appreciated the thought but she wasn’t sure she approved of the method, as Ezran hopped off the bench and went to fetch the dragonlet. 

“What?” The mage cried, shooting to her feet. “What happened to the egg?”

“Sit down,” Ram was the one who snapped it, to Andromeda’s surprise, and Runaan raised an eyebrow at the young man, who shrugged very slightly under the look. “And keep your voice and hands to yourself if you don’t feel like losing them.” he winced after saying it. “Ah, my apologies, Skor, if you heard that.”

The mage scowled at him openly. 

Callum made a peaceful gesture at both of them and Andromeda’s mouth tightened, hating the fact that a child was trying to play peacemaker between adults.  Or at least, a teenager and an adult. “Hey, everybody just calm down.  Claudia, you’ll understand in a second.”

The squeaking noise from the baby dragon made Andromeda’s whole body just ache suddenly with the need to make sure the baby was safe and happy.  She forced herself to stay in place, knowing full well that Azymondias was as happy as could be coiled around young Prince Ezran, but her rationalizations couldn’t stop her body’s reaction.  At least it was this, now, and she wasn’t being quite as plagued by the breeding season’s other desires.

Runaan stayed silent but he brushed his hand briefly over her shoulder, and she realized he must have noticed her reaction.  She took comfort in his steadiness. 

The mage gasped. “Awwww!” She bounced up from her seat again. “It’s a baby dwagon!  Hey, you!” She cooed as she approached him.

Rayla was the closest to boy and dragon, but Andromeda wasn’t far behind, and Ram and Runaan flanked them.  Rayla bodily blocked the older girl and scowled down at her. “Whoa, what happened to ‘it’s not an egg, it’s a powerful weapon’?” She demanded.

“A weapon?” Andromeda sputtered, having missed that part of the story.  It must have happened when the children were initially escaping, before they’d found Runaan with the egg. 

“Still true,” The mage said, pointedly, standing up straight. “Someday it could bring death and destruction raining down on all of us.” Leaning over where she could see the dragonlet again she cooed, “But right now it’s so little!”

Every alarm bell Andromeda had went off at how dismissive the girl was being and she slapped her hand away before it could pass her hip. “Don’t touch.” She said just as pointedly. 

“Well get a good look, because we’re goin’ back to Xadia to return him to his mother,” Rayla said firmly. 

“The elves are right,” Callum agreed from the table. “We can’t go home yet.  The mission is too important.” He got up to join them, and thankfully didn’t say anything about the slap.

The mage looked back at her brother, who just looked confused more than anything, and Andromeda narrowed her eyes.  She couldn’t see the girl’s expression but she could see her fist clenching before she turned back to Callum with that sweet smile back on her face. “What about the kingdom?  Everyone’s really worried about you.”

“Who exactly is everyone?” Corvus asked with a frown.

Callum cut the conversation off before the girl could answer. “Actually . . . speaking of everyone back home.” He fiddled with his fingers for a second and sighed. “You guys were in Katolis that night.  Do you . . .” He glanced at Ezran, and Andromeda followed his gaze to see the younger boy nod. “What happened?  To the king?  The elves were with us.  We know they didn’t . . . they didn’t do it.  But he’s gone.  Who else could have gone after him like that?  Who could have gotten past you, Soren?”

The soldier grimaced unpleasantly and pushed his plate away. “No one got past me.” He bit the words out like they hurt. “Someone came in from the balcony.  I had archers posted outside, but two of them were dead.  But still, it’s a stone tower, we had eyes everywhere, no human could have gotten in that way.  Nobody went in or out the door on the inside of the tower without my eyes on them, except my dad.”

Andromeda looked over at Ram, seeing the same awful confirmation in his face as she was feeling.  So it was almost certainly a betrayal from Lord Viren that had killed the king - and his own son either didn’t know or had suddenly become a much better liar than he had been the day before. 

“Soren found him at dawn.” Claudia said in a hushed voice. 

“The relief archers for the guards on the wall found them.” Soren’s tone was a bit brittle, and Andromeda almost felt bad for him, but she was still too suspicious to let her guard down. “So I went in to warn the king there was a breach in the defenses, and . . . it was already too late.”

Ezran tugged on Andromeda’s skirt and she looked down in surprise, and he lifted Zym up toward her.  She took the baby dragon and blinked at him, tilting her head in a silent question.  His little gray eyes were tearing up and he shook his head and just walked past her to go to Soren, climbing up on the bench beside him and giving the soldier a hug that seemed to startle the young man, who just raised his arms awkwardly at first.

“You did everything you could.” Ezran said quietly. “Thanks for . . . trying.”

Soren visibly bit his lip and closed his eyes, but he hugged Ezran back. “Yeah.  I’m . . . I’m really sorry, Ezran.” He raised his eyes to Callum with his brows furrowed in shame. “I’m sorry, Callum.”

Ezran sat back to look at him and Andromeda could tell just from the soldier’s face how piercing his shocking perceptive face was.  The boy patted the soldier’s arm. “I know.”

Hm.  So the soldier was back in Ezran’s good graces - but he still didn’t trust the mage enough to let her touch Zym.  They would have to keep that in mind - so far, the boy’s intuition had yet to be wrong.

“Without the king’s true killer found, the children are safer away from Katolis.” Runaan said firmly. 

“Plus, if we take Zym back to his mom, maybe we can stop the war,” Ezran said, a bit brighter as he looked to the future again.

“Zym’s the baby dragon, it’s short for Azymondias.” Callum added helpfully.

Claudia raised her eyebrows at Andromeda and Runaan. “And you guys were just . . . cool with that plan?  As assassins?” She asked skeptically.

“A lasting peace would benefit everyone.” Runaan said flatly. “While we are . . . somewhat skeptical, this gesture coming from the princes of Katolis would be the most powerful step towards that peace in centuries.  So yes.  We are supporting this plan.”

“And it was all thanks to Rayla,” Ezran said, smiling at the girl.  Rayla’s glower at the other two humans softened when she noticed and she smiled back at him. “And how she decided to listen to us instead of killing us!  And then she convinced the other elves to listen to us too.”

“She was literally threatening you with swords.” Claudia said flatly.

“And you threatened us with smoke wolves!” Rayla snapped back.

“Children.” Runaan cut them both off, tone a bit sharper than he’d usually use, and Andromeda almost snickered at the tiredness under his voice. “Enough.  Our plan of action is decided - all three princes will be returning to Xadia with us.  There is no debate to be had.  Your time would be better spent hunting your king’s true killer, to ensure the boys’ safety when our mission is complete and they are ready to return.”

Oh, that was clever.  Andromeda hadn’t even considered just redirecting the pair.  She’d been struggling with helplessness, unsure what to do about them depending on their behavior, which seemed wildly different yet intertwined.  That was actually an excellent idea, though.

That was why he had survived this long.

“We don’t have to go right away, though,” Callum said quickly. “We were already planning on taking another day to rest up.  You guys should too!  And then we’ll figure out your next steps from there.  But, uh, yeah, they’re, they’re right, we’re not going home yet.”

The mage deflated a bit. “All right.  We’ll talk about it more later.” She promised firmly to Callum, and Andromeda narrowed her eyes.  She’d not yet had a chance to tell Runaan about Ezran’s worries.

As soon as the mage and soldier walked away after breakfast, she handed Zym back to the boy but put a hand on his shoulder to keep him close.  Callum had wandered off as well and Ram was tailing him. “Runaan,” She stopped him too before he and Rayla could leave. “Ezran came to speak last night with some concerns about the mage . . .”

[carnage-cathedral]

as the day goes on, the pit of dread in my stomach grows deeper