#this doesn't just extend to x/y btw

[mantisgodsdomain]

Playing 3DS games after having seen the overall fandom response to release and long-term impact and the way it's looked back on and such is... bizarre, honestly? Like, maybe it's just because we got our introduction to gaming in the 3DS era, but it's incredibly strange to know that games we knew and loved and would have considered relatively mainstream just... didn't stick in people's minds.

Like, take the Gen 6 Pokemon games. Those were great games! One of the single things about X/Y/OR/AS that we don't see people talking about but that stuck in our mind was how the developers made an effort to make it so that every single Pokemon in the games prior was spread between just those four games! We remember that just the sheer variety of potential Pokemon available was enough to get us a start into challenge runs simply by virtue of how much variety could be added to a playthrough by the sheer amount of potential on offer!

We remember spending hours just... hunting around the region to figure out where those last Pokemon we needed to fill the 'dex were, wandering around to try and find Hidden Ability pokemon from Horde battles, getting to actually interact with our Pokemon in Pokemon Amie.

Yeah, there were more obscure games out there, and yeah, they impacted us as well - Pocket Card Jockey stands out in this regard, as an extremely fun game that we're pretty sure was played by maybe three people, maximum, but it's not quite the same. These were games that we played ourself! These were games we saw other people playing, that we played with people over the internet, that felt like they were well-known! We were under the impression that these were mainstream interests, not Niche! it feels... singularly bizarre to realize that, for the majority of people out there, this game was a forgettable disappointment.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Tiny humans - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: House gets to meet Wilson's new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare...peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

authors note: my first post for this series I want to do of oneshots and my first fanfic post on tumblr ever...enjoy!!! Btw i'm taking a lot of inspo from Arizona Robbins from Greys anatomy

Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN FOR PEDS!READER - request here

House limped down the hallway followed by an exasperated Wilson who was concerned at his friends eager step, seeing as he was on his way to see a patient. How un-house-like.

"This is peds remember, these aren't normal patients. They don't lie, they don't have ulterior motives, they're just...kids." Wilson halted his friends shoulder and turned him towards his concerned face.

"So, wait until they've had a sip of beer before berating their existence?" House mockingly tilted his head in faux concern. Wilson's mouth opened but all that left was a sigh.

After confirming that his friend was no longer going to halt the inevitable, he continued on with a new fervour in his limp. But Wilson didn't stop there and sped to catch up with the surprising amount of ground his friend had covered.

"You see she loves these kids almost...almost like they're her own. She's smart and is excellent at what she does but she doesn't care about that." Wilson paused and looked back into his mind, picturing the moment he first saw her in a child's room, a plastic tiara on her head and an empty teacup perfectly clasped between her fingers.

"She cares about the kids."

"Wow. I'm touched." House grasps his chest and wipes away a non-existant tear. "Do you know how easy being a paediatrician is. They can't lie until they grow teeth and after that they're stupid enough to reveal to us when their parents lie. There's a reason it's 'daddy touches my special place' and not 'daddy gets aroused by children.'"

"That's it I'm making the rule. No pedaphile jokes."

"But the jokes literally in the name...peds"

"Who lets you around children?"

"Who lets me around people? Haha, I got you there!" He jabs a finger into Wilson's chest. Wilson rolls his eyes and holds out his arm to prevent his morose friend entering the land of happiness. Well as happy as a bunch of sick kids can be.

"Well let me appeal to your true nature." Wilson sighs. "I like this girl and she likes me. Please don't ruin it?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes. Fine! But only in the name of your libido, at least until I finish my soul-searching and realise my true calling is your bed."

Whilst House finishes his thought, they are spotted by a woman in pink scrubs, absent of any colour of coat. She briskly walks towards the two.

"Dr Wilson, Dr House. My name is..."

"I don't remember nurses names, it's nothing personal, I rarely remember anyones."

Wilson coughs and shoves his friends shoulder to direct him towards your burning gaze.

"As I was saying, my name is DOCTOR y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you."

Despite the gaze, her smile remains cheerful and she extends her hand for House to shake. Reluctantly, he eventually offers it and it is taken in a firm and bouncy handshake.

"James has told me so much about you, to be honest I'm surprised our paths have not crossed sooner. Regardless, today I am so happy to welcome you both to peds. The most magical place on earth."

Whilst listening to her, House took stock of the woman in front of him. Her pink scrubs seemed to be the dullest thing about her. Her hair was collected in a ponytail that swished its way down between her shoulder blades. Her pockets were lined with memories of her past. A pink glitter pen given to her from a girl who was continually brought in for asthma, a ball of yarn from a boy who had loved knitting, a yellow sticker saying great job, a blue glitter one saying 'you go girl'. There was a pencil with a yellow smiley face rubber and another that seemed to contain many colours. I guess that just made it all the more fun. House smirked when he saw a pocket protector. Not too dissimilar to the one that lined the pocket of the smitten brunette next to him.

"Gentlemen, this is peds. This is the place of the tiny humans. They like glitter, they play games, they see us as magicians. They believe we are the magical healers who can cure them. So that's how we present ourselves to them. The tiny humans may be tiny but they are strong. Stronger than most. Their bodies fight because they know they have so much life left to live and we try our hardest to give them as much life left as we possibly can."

As the girl speaks, absolutely in awe of her job and the lives it saves. She fails to notice the adoring gaze of the one she calls hers. The brunette looks to her as if she hung the stars and the moon and even though he could hear House's eyes rolling into the back of his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look or care. Not when she was in his line of sight.

"So you will not be stubborn, you will not be blunt or sarcastic. As far as I'm concerned, today you are the two newest editions to the circus. So play the part and follow my lead."

She picks up her files which were each coordinated by colour and glitter. House smirked at this. She turns to push open the door to the unit but falters.

"Also..."

She turns back to face the two men.

"The owners of the tiny humans can be quite volatile. You've been warned. Enjoy!" Her look of warning is quickly replaced by a mask of pure joy.

House softly giggles.

"I like her. Will we soon be hearing the pitter patter of tiny 'Wilson' humans?"

Wilson didn’t even hear his friends comment and instead chose to follow his beauty, like a moth to a flame.

House shrugs.

"Men, never thinking with the right head." As he eyes the glitter residue that adorns Wilson’s sleeve.

[quigonswife8]

Blood: Johnny Cage x reader

[gif creds: @mortal-kombat-1]

After a papercut, Johnny tends to your wound

A/N: Gotten back into MK after years and this man is such a comfort character for me I can't. Haven't played the story-mode so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, BUT I love him :)

Bold is Johnny speaking btw

Warnings: blood, injury

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A gasp falls from your lips: the crimson red blood dripping...dripping and blinking onto the book placed crookedly on your lap. A soft groan, your eyes following the blood dripping it's almost...hypnotic.

His voice is...distant, like something humming in the back of your mind. "(y/n)?" your name on his tongue so soft so quiet, like a buzzing? The blood...it continues to drip creating a patch on the book...and oh man you just got that book too.

Once again, he calls your name. No response to him, only your eyes trained on the cut on your finger, the blood continuing to drip. Although it's not until a sudden touch on your shoulder, finally brings you back to reality...then the pain sets in once more.

"AGH!-"

"Sweetheart."- you see him, he kneels in front of you. Those glasses pushed up, his eyes soft- beautiful- as they stare into yours. "...are you okay? I called your name a few times but you didn't answer.

"John..." the pain is so bad, you groan quietly. "...sorry I was...distracted. I-"

"You cut your finger! Here let me take a look."

He gently takes your right hand- he narrows hie eyes, focusing on the cut. He wouldn't say it out loud to not worry you, but the cut is worse than he thought: he glances at you for a moment before gently letting your hand go and bending to stand back up.

"I'll be back in a flash sweetheart."

John is a complicated person: he's a famous movie star, adored by many, he comes across as egotistical sometimes. To you, though, "johnny cage" is simply John carlton: the sweet caring man who would do anything for you. The man who compliments you daily, is there to wipe your tears and be your shoulder to cry on. Who still gets butterflies when you say "I love you.", and promises to love you until his dying day, cause damn it you're his world.

"Sweetheart..."

John kneels back down: his eyes soften once more. He gently takes your hand, one soft kiss on the back of it, one on the front. His right hand moving to tend to your cut and he's so gentle it's almost like you can't feel his touch at all.

"Hey John...?"

He almost doesn't hear your voice at first.

"Yeah sweets?"

"Thank you..."

His smile is so infectious that you can't help but smile; those perfect pearly whites...but there's a way that he smiles when he's only around you. Around others his smile is genuine, but around you there's a different way that he smiles.

Like he trusts you most cause he does, cause you're his world.

"You're welcome...oh and i'm done by the way."

I didn't even notice

He presses a soft kiss to your fingers, each one, and extends this to your other hand. Then he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, and finally settles on your lips: his kiss is so pure so beautiful that no matter how many times it's happened, it still feels surreal.

"I love you sweetheart..."

"I love you more." and as John let's out a soft chuckle and pulls you into his chest, you're reminded time and time again that he's your home. The light of your life, and you would never change anything for the world.

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AHHH okay this is the first thing i've written in ages so i'm sorry if this is bad BUT johnny has my heart so <3

[mymelodymia]

Hi!!! I love your theme! Could you maybe write something for Loki x sister!reader? in her early teens, I'm thinking something maybe (season 2 idea, beware spoilers!), when he finds his friends scattered throught different years in the timeline, maybe he actually finds his sister somewhere/sometime, and she doesn't remember him but then he does some magic (headcanon that he did magic tricks for her when she was little and she loved it) and she remembers him then and happy tears <3

I'm back, sister // big brother!loki x little sister!reader

Summary: your unknown older brother, loki, finds you through time slipping

Warnings: some cussing from reader but that's it

Age: 14-16

Place/area: midgard

Pairings: brother!loki x sister!reader

A/N: AHH i hc that too!! Btw it's the 90s-00s here :)

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You walked through the hallway to your bedroom whilst gently dapping your damp hair with a towel, as you had just gotten out of the shower.

You open your door quietly so that you did not wake your younger siblings. You discarded the wet towel onto the hardwood floor before lying down on your neatly made bed.

You let out a small sigh before allowing your body to succumb to the exhaustion. Your body going limp as you fall into a deep and peaceful slumber.

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when you awoke in the early morning you shifted from under your sheets, the sound of birds creating a ring in your ear. You turned over and looked over to your clock sitting atop your bedside.

6:45 AM

You looked to your side as a purring cat brushed against your spine. The early morning rain pattering on the window as you laid with the cat.

Eventually you got up and dressed for the day. You sat on a desk chair and started homework. You weren't busy and you had much work.

The cat jumped into your lap after you fed her a treat. "Hehe, hi" you spoke to the pet in a loving tone

Around an hour into studying on this Saturday morning, you heard a loud whoosh behind you. The cat ran under the desk.

You looked behind you and saw a man in the middle of your bedroom. You screamed and he only looked at you.

"Hey hey hey, stop screaming please" said the man. You scanned his body, he was wearing a white polo shirt, ripped in a few places. His hair was messy but put together somewhat. And his eyes, they seemed familiar

"Who the h3ll qre you and where did you come from!?" You shouted

"Y/n?"

"Whos y/n?"

"This is going to sound-well, look strange.." he says. He extended his arm to you, you leaned away from it.

"Trust me" he says

"but your a stranger-"

"No. Im not just a stranger and im proofing that to you"

You hesitantly took his hand and he lifted the other, creating a firework illusion. It clicked then. You remembered him.

"Loki?" Loki sighed in relief and took you into his embrace.

"Finally"

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🤍tags🦢

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover // @yummyangy // @mariasabanahabanabana // @carellmcu

[mileslovr]

confessions - miles morales

pairing - miles morales 1610 x fem!reader

genre - some angst and some fluff (my favorites)

summary - reader doesn't know miles is spider man, but miles doesn't know reader is spider women.

a/n - i had so much fun writing this, i haven't wrote in a bit so if i'm a little rusty that's why. btw creds to @reverieresources for the dividers i used.

y/m/n = your mom's name

you and your boyfriend miles haven't been spending as much time together recently, you were both aware about this and have spoken about it. you had your excuse and you knew it was a pretty damn good one, but you obviously couldn't tell miles the real reason because every sane person would freak out.

you were out swinging and saw police, lots of them. you landed on the roof above them and tried to get a clear view of what they were shooting at. it was a lab patient, it was obvious the man was experimented on because he was huge, and a spider person was fighting him!

you shot two webs and stuck them to two lamp posts, flinging you down. you reached so you were able to punch the man in his face, and you rolled onto the floor.

"jesus another one? they just make it worse!" you heard a police man shout. you roll your eyes, and stand up.

"another spidey for me to kill, how exciting." the man spoke, running towards you. you rolled out of the way and shot a web around his face, blinding him.

"mhm." you nodded, and punched him in the face again and again until he broke out of the web. you looked over to your left to see the other spider person sitting against the wall and you became worried. the person was panting and their hand was on their chest. you were so distracted the man picked you up and threw you against the wall.

"fuck, my fault i guess." you spoke quietly, and rised up slowly. i guess it was too slow because, he landed two punches to your face.

"getting tired yet?" the man asked.

"nah." you mumbled, and jumped to kick him. he fell onto his back, you were quick to jump onto him and start punching him. you stopped once you knew he was knocked out but not dead. you pushed yourself off of the man with the little energy you had, and moved towards the other person.

"you good?" you asked the person, as you extended a hand for them to take.

"yeah, thanks." you recognized the voice, but couldn't exactly point it out, you could tell it was a boy though. (i know, how realistic to not know your boyfriends own voice.) the boy took your hand, and stood up.

"i should get outta' here." you spoke quietly, and turned to leave.

"yeah, same." the boy spoke, and you heard webs getting further and further. to be honest the punches the man landed on you were super good, and the migraine you had was insane. you quickly swung back to your house, and jumped through your bedroom window. you ripped your mask off and sat on your bed, you put your head in your hands.

sometime must have went by because your phone started ringing, you stood up to grab it from your desk. it was miles, and you answered it.

"hey baby, you wanna hangout?" you heard miles' voice, and smiled.

"yeah, soon." you realized your voice sounded scratchy, and you cleared your throat, "sorry, just woke up from a nap." you were quick to make an excuse, knowing miles would ask if you were alright.

"that's okay, want me to come over?" he asked, you could hear he was rummaging through stuff.

"that sounds great." you said, starting to walk out of your room and into the bathroom.

"alright, i'll see you in like half an hour. i love you." he said, you smiled at the last words.

"i love you too, see you." you hung up the phone and turned to look into the mirror. "holy shit." you had two bruises on the right side of your face. you also realized you still had your suit on, which was brave because you were pretty sure your mom was home in the kitchen. you quickly made your way into your room, and took your suit off. you shoved the suit into a bookbag, and looked around your floor for your mask. you picked it up and shoved it in the bag along with your suit, you zipped the bag up and put it into your closet. you put a nike hoodie on which was miles', and gray loose shorts.

"y/n!" you heard your mom yell, you groan and leave your room to go to the kitchen.

"yeah?" you asked, watching her stir something on the stove.

"i need you to-" she turned around and stopped speaking when she saw your face, "what- what happened?" she rushed over to you to cradle your face in her hands.

"got elbowed in the face at practice yesterday, hurt super bad." you tried to lie, seeing you completely forgot you had some bruising on your face.

"you need to be more careful, baby." your mom winced, as she walked back to the stove.

"what are you making?" you asked, standing by her. it was only you and your mom, your dad was a police man and he was shot and killed about five months ago. you've been spider women for about a year. you and miles met through your fathers, because they used to be best friends.

"chicken alfredo." she nodded, looking down at you and back to the pan.

"miles is coming over, will there be enough for him?" you speak, looking at her.

"i always make enough for him." your mom said, before looking down at you with a smile. you smile back at her and make your way back to your room. you sat down at your vanity and looked at your bruises.

"how am i going to cover this?" you groaned, took some concealer and dabbed it onto your skin gently. the bruising wasn't as prompt but you could probably still tell. you heard the front door open and your mom yelling excitedly so you figured miles was here and went out into the kitchen.

"miles! how are you?" your mom spoke, as she ran up to him to give him a quick hug.

"im good, how are you?" miles said, and returned the hug.

"im good also, thank you for asking! do you want to stay for dinner?" she asked as she let go of him.

"absolutely, thank you ma'am." he said to her, and she smiled at him.

"how many times have i told you to call me y/m/n?" your mom said as she turned around, and miles laughed finally turning to look at you. you ran up to him and hugged his torso. he hugged you back and ran his fingers through your hair.

"c'mon." you said to him, and took his hand and led him into your room. you let his hand go when you reached your room, and turned around to close the door. you looked back at him, and he immediately saw the bruises.

"woah, what happened here?" he asked pointing to the side of your face, he grabbed your chin to gently turn your head so he could get a better look.

"basketball practice, i got elbowed." you looked at his face, and saw some redness on his forehead. "what happened there?" it was your turn to grab the sides of his face to make him look down.

"also basketball practice." he said grabbing your wrists.

"liar." you said, as you sat on your bed.

"says you!" he said, you expected him to joke around but you could tell he was seriously getting upset.

"i'm not lying!" you say, standing up again.

"you've been lying a lot lately actually, now that i think about it." miles said sternly, looking at you.

"okay, well you're not entirely innocent either." you roll your eyes, and sit in your chair by your vanity.

"i just don't know what to do anymore." miles said, looking down.

"what?" you stood up and walked over to him, "what do you mean?"

"can we just tell each other the truth?" miles spoke, barely above a whisper. you could see tears in his eyes when he finally looked up at you.

"miles, please don't cry." you pull him in for a hug and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. he hugged your waist and began to silently cry.

"i just feel really alone right now, and i feel like i don't even have you. y'know?" he admitted, as he pulled away to look at you. you nodded at him before you started speaking.

"i'll tell you the truth, but you can't freak out." you said to him, backing up to grab a makeup wipe.

"i won't, promise." miles said, as he sat on your bed. you took the makeup wipe and wiped the concealer off.

"this isn't from basketball, i'm actually spider women." you looked at him and he looked more mad then anything. "but before you get mad, let me explain. i never wanted this believe me, i- i tried to save my dad but,-" you began to cry, and miles face softened. "but it didn't work and i've been like this for a year and-" you kept rambling, and didn't even notice miles stood up to hug you.

"shhhh, you're okay." he spoke softly. "i'm not that mad becuase, i'm spider man too."

[moondrop-writes]

Can you write Jason x Daughter of Hecate? Both of them are on the Argo 2 btw. Jason is dating Piper but he starts to fall in love with the reader who already likes him? She also has a bestie who is a daughter of Hermes. Reader is a recrenation of Helen of Troy, who is put into an endless cycle of heartbreak but when she meets Jason the cycle gets broken. But she is really afraid of falling in love. Sorry if I am being to specific 😭😭

i mean...i can certainly try! sorry this took a while! i wanted to make it good but then i got caught up with other things. enjoy!

You rested your hand on the ship's railing, the wind blowing against your sweat-slicked skin as you looked across the vast ocean sea where it met the skyline in a burst of orange and pink hues.

The air tasted of salt and a slight tinge of iron from the battle just an hour prior. Water sloshed against the ship's edge, and you could hear Coach Hedge complain about a lack of ambrosia squares. You blinked, your brows furrowing, and you covered a slowly oozing cut on your palm from a vicious fight with harpies.

Sucking in a breath, your hands left the side of the desk, and latched onto the mirror attached to your belt next to your prized dagger.

You held it up to your face, catching your haggard look in the reflection. The mirror was a gift from your mother, Hecate, when you both discovered you'd been a reincarnation of one of Greek mythologies most beautiful mortals. You'd never really felt a connection to your past self, other than this deep unsettling feeling of being miserable in every relationship you've ever been in.

Taking in a deep breath, you whispered into the air, "Show me Alice Miyazawa."

The mirror bubbled, and suddenly you had a view of your best friend from camp.

Alice sat in bed, frowning as she tinkered with undoubtedly some kind of pranking device. "Alice?" you asked, your voice coming out filtered. You cringed when you heard yourself on the other side, but laughed when she snapped her head up, a guilty look on her face.

"Huh? What? Oh, shit, Y/N! It's been forever, what's up?"

You knew Alice couldn't see you, the mirrors magic didn't extend itself that far, but Alice always pretended like she could. If anybody else saw her, she'd probably look weird staring off into space, but she always managed to look directly at the direction of the mirror.

Ungracefully, Alice stuffed whatever the device she was tinkering with under her pillow. Giggling, you responded, "nothing much. Same old, same old. A lot of water, a lot of annoying monsters. We're headed towards the House of Hades though! It's progress, at least."

Alice tilted her head, a sympathetic smile on her lips. "Hey, you're getting somewhere, can't say the same for the rest of us. We've just been here like sitting ducks."

You sigh, "don't say that. You're protecting Camp, no matter how small of a task it may seem at the moment."

Alice hums, like she doesn't really believe you, and shrugs.

"Anyways, Connor just did the stupidest--" Alice begins, but she's cut off by a shout.

"Y/N!" the voice is deep and rich, and you know who it is immediately. You whip around, finding him at the base of the stairs, eyes bright with excitement. "C'mon!"

Jason.

Blinking, you stutter to get out words. What was going on? Was everybody alright?

Alice smirks, her grin entirely catlike. "Go get your man, girl."

Blushing furiously, you will away Alice's image, and tuck your mirror back into its slot at your belt.

You run over, and the two of you keep an even pace as you head below deck. "What's wrong?" you ask, pulling your hair back from your face.

He furrows his brow, "Did you forget?"

You shrug, "yes? I wouldn't have asked If I hadn't," you huffed, crossing your arms. You both stop short of the dining room.

He smiles, an easy thing that has your head feel light. Your heart beats, and you push it down and away from your mind. You have no right to go falling for stupid, handsome, Jason Grace.

"Movie night, Y/N. We needed a break, you know that well enough."

"Right," you said, nodding. Movie night. Just the thing you needed. Even though Percy and Annabeth were currently walking through Tartarus, we were watching movies. Makes total sense, right? No. You hated the idea. But you also understood. Breaks were a neccesary evil.

You both entered the room, and Piper's eyes draw to you. You notice she isn't looking at Jason but you. Her gaze is searching, and catches at your mirror at your hip before floating to the dagger she was twirling between her fingers.

It was the famous dagger of Helen of Troy. Rumors used to say that Helen used it to sneak Paris into the castle so they could escape off into the night outside of the her husband, and the guards vision. Now, it belonged to Piper, and she wasn't even sure how to yield it's magical properties. You felt bad for her because of it. Willing the magic in your mirror had been so easy for you, yet it took intense bouts of concentration for it to even give her a glimpse.

You frowned, and your hand hovered over your mirror before retreating back into your pocket. Maybe it was easier for you because your mother was the goddess of magic, or because as Helen that dagger had been your own. Either way, Piper had denied the offers you'd made to help her out. Was she scared you were going to try and take the dagger from her? You didn't know. But what you did know is that Piper was as stubborn as a mule.

It's kind of what you liked about her.

You wondered if that's what Jason liked about her too.

He smiled, though not as easy as the one he'd given you beforehand, and took his spot next to Piper. The projector flickered to life on the wall. Leo was at the side, tinkering with Annabeth's laptop in order to play the movie. When Jason noticed that you hadn't moved from the door, he patted the spot next to him on the floor, where a pile of blankets and pillows had been scattered about.

Slowly, you walked over and sat down. You were so clearly awkward, but Jason paid it no mind. With one arm around Piper, he nudged your shoulder and smiled.

You felt your vision blur, and you looked away with a huff as your cheeks tinged red.

Stupid Jason Grace with his stupid smile and stupid gorgeous eyes. You didn't need his crap anymore. You didn't need anybody's crap, no matter how pretty they were.

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You looked over to Hazel, who was chewing on her lip nervously. Her eyes flit to you and shrugged. Beside her, Nico and Frank sat tense, just as awkward as you had been only a few hours ago.

Jason and Piper were fighting. Or well, what they called "talking". Thankfully, they'd traveled down the hall, Leo following hesitantly.

Now, the three of you were just waiting, listening to Piper's huffs and groans, Jason's rising temper, and Leo's quiet attempts at diffusing the situation as Hedge's TV blared from his room. All the sounds jumbled about, and you slid a little closer to Hazel.

"Internal fighting is the source of the issue," she whispered to you, and you tugged on one of her girls. It bounced right back into place. "I mean, it's the whole reason the war exists. The gods fighting with their own kin, and what not. Sometimes I wished people realized that."

You nodded your agreement. She was right. Discomfort within the group would just cause them to go backwards. Nico shifted beside her and looked at you. Out of all of the seven, you knew Nico the best. You'd met Annabeth and Percy first, but Nico had been the one you'd truly talked with and bonded to. He was the whole reason you'd even agreed to getting on the damn ship.

While Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were out saving the world and stuff, you and Nico had been bonding over your statuses. Him as the son of Hades, you as a myth reincarnation. Both of you made people uncomfortable for different reasons. They thought he was dangerous, they thought you were a sign from the gods.

It was annoying to no end.

"We aren't going to get to Percy and Annabeth if they keep doing this," he says, voice low and quiet. His eyes are narrowed, and beside him, Frank shivers.

"You have to let them diffuse it on their own though. There's nothing we can do other than be supportive," Frank points out, and when Nico cuts him a glance he shrinks back. You give him a smile, hoping it would ease his nerves.

Leo stepped back into the room, rubbing at his elbow, a gloomy Piper at his side.

"Jason's gone off to blow off some steam. He'll be back," Leo says, glancing over to Piper who silently retakes her seat. Without Jason between you, your arms are pressed up against one another.

The group falls back into silence, though now tense, and Leo un-pauses the movie. Soon the only sounds are the shifting of blankets and the movie's audio. You turn to Piper and lower your voice.

"Everything okay?"

She looks at you, her gaze a lot harsher than it'd been before. Then something dawns on her, and she shakes her head. She runs a hand through her hair, and nods. "Yeah, we're fine. Jason's fine. I'm fine. Thanks."

"Uh, okay," you say, and you look back to the screen.

It's like that for a little longer, until your mirror brushes her dagger.

You feel the effects before you seem them. A spark runs up your body, and both of you straighten. A bout of static electricity bounces between you and you barely get the chance to look at each other before your vision is being taken from you.

Piper's face is set hard in your vision, and her fists are balled up against Jason's chest. He's frowning, and electricity is dancing across his knuckles. Leo looks between to the two of them, hands raised.

"Admit it!" Piper screams, pushing Jason back against the wall. He groans when he makes contact and pulls her wrists from his chest. She yelps and yanks her hand back. Her fingers are twitching with energy from where his lightning-touched hands had zapped hers.

"What is there to say?" he growls out, advancing. Piper doesn't back down, and steps forward too. She isn't nearly as tall as him, but she's getting there, and her eyes meet his.

"You're pathetic, Jason. You need to step out of this stupid label you've put yourself in. You like her, admit it! I've accepted it so why can't you?"

Jason falters, and Leo coughs. "Uh, Pipes, maybe we should--"

She snaps at him, teeth pulled back in a snarl, "No Leo, we should have this conversation! I'm tired of being his pretty little security net because he's scared of his own feelings. She's perfect for you Jason, so go!"

"I don't want to lose her, Piper!"

Piper's eyes flash, and her skin seems to grow a bit more vibrant, and her hair a lot more luscious. Passion screams in all of her being.

You watch in third person as realization dawns in Leo and Jason's eyes.

The blessing of Aphrodite.

"You're going to lose her to war. She's going to die one day without you, married off to someone else because you were too much of a coward to say you love her. Admit it. You love her. It's clear as day."

Piper was passionate about this, and Aphrodite must've been too. The goddess of love was trying to help Piper get her point across in the only way she knew how. Beauty.

"When she's gone, don't come crawling back to me, Grace," she spits, and walks off. Leo stands there, eyes cautiously hovering over Jason. His hands clench around air.

"Jason--"

"I'll be back...I've got---I've got to get all this energy out," he holds up a fist covered in bright electric lightning to emphasize his point. Leo nods, and pivots on his foot to follow after Piper.

Your vision comes back, and you find Hazel standing by you, one hand on your back, the other brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead. You glance over to find Leo doing the same thing to a recovering Piper.

She'd seen it too. She'd felt it. She'd lived it.

Piper looks over and the message is clear as day.

"Don't say anything," her eyes scream.

You nod softly.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Maybe it's just fuelled by bias, but I never interpreted L as a virgin or completely inept when it comes to physical affection. i mean i agree with the idea that he's not the most experienced, but idk i always held the notion that he would view sex, arousal, etc as [within the context of not having a partner] just an bodily inconvenience that could be ignored until it couldn't, or even just a way of stress relief that he'd either take care of himself, or resort to a one night stand (under a different alias, in an impersonal setting and most likely never contact them again).

i think in terms of physically affection he'd understand it phonetically - for lack of a better word; like when children are learning to talk, and instead of understanding the right pronunciation and meaning of words, they just know what it sounds like and know roughly how to use the word. L understands what affection looks like, he knows usually when it's expected and how to mimic and adapt to his partner's wants, etc. but he doesn't understand fully (either from his childhood, or his analytical nature) that physical affection is just a common thing that happens for the sake of it, and instead thinks it happens because x and happens in the context of y. if that makes any sense what so ever.

idk. this isn't a slight against you btw, i like the way you write him and i think you're the best person to dump interpretations of him if thats ok.

I agree with aspects of this but I’m still going to argue because it’s fun to do that. Obviously this is a perfectly valid way of interpreting the text but what’s the point of sharing opposing viewpoints if not to discuss and contrast them?

I’m going to mark his whole thing with Misa as one of my biggest points for L being somewhat into sex. We see him enjoying her hypersexual ads, he responds to her kiss on the cheek like someone who understands and is somewhat comfortable with physical contact and when he’s confronted about the obvious ickiness that is his restraining Misa he does seem genuinely off-put when Misa calls him a perv, which means he at the very least seems to understand how it could be construed that way. I agree with your point to an extent that in practical terms all things sexual would become something like a chore but I think that would just be the way that a lot of things would get if your mind is singularly focused on a task for extended periods. He just does not have a lot of time to take time to enjoy that sort of thing the same way he does not have time to enjoy eating a proper meal without working.

I agree with the general physical affection thing to an extent— that he would be naturally inclined to make it a bit more clinical and follow more linear reasoning— but I don’t imagine that a person whose job it is to watch and understand people would not also put together that physical affection is just a social need that people typically have. To not be able to understand that much— that touching someone can and is a mean in it of itself— seems like a huge oversight on his part if that is the case. And, again, he does respond positively to physical affection, so I don’t think he’s necessarily unfamiliar with it; even going beyond the cheek kiss, he has no issue holding hands with Light and Misa in their circle thing, and doesn’t react negatively or as if he’s startled when Aizawa grabs his shoulder during the whole Sakura TV incident. This leads me to believe that he has enough practical experience with being physically touched to not be weirded out by it or not know how to respond to it, which is why I’ve always hinted at the idea that his childhood did have a lot of normal person on person interaction in it to explain this discrepancy.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

This is a NSFW parksborn puppy play doodle dump, ft. both concepts for gear and also just plain old horny drawings.

I wrote that puppy play fic and now I am ill, I think—with puppy peter fever,

(there's a separate post for the safe-for-work drawings on that second page of doodles: link)

This is all slapped together so some closeups after the readmore, focusing on the less-than-safe-for-work images:

I'll start off with some of the sillier drawings:

this ⬇️ is a little doodle-comic of what probably happened immediately after they finished their little uh, play session in the fic.

not really a puppy related drawing other than addressing the fact that Peter "Daddy Dom" Parker is extremely embarrassed by what he just did... I will be honest, I kind of approach all instances of Peter subbing as involving inevitable sub drop. He just doesn't deal well with submission, after-the-fact, even when it's cathartic for him.

Goofy x Horny double combo—

also more sub drop. i was just having fun with little doodles. if i actually write anything about Peter's aftercare needs in this context it will be, like in other contexts I have written it, much less silly.

HORNY:

hi 🥴

and some uh. dog bone gags 😳 don't judge me.

one, an actual gag made for humans, and the other, me looking at a chew toy and thinking to myself, they could probably fit that in Peter's big mouth. for when he won't shut the fuck up.

all you need is a spring lock and suddenly it's adjustable, amiright?

he's still topping here btw. not that i drew the rest of what's happening. but. probably topping. or getting a bj idk.

Harness and collar concepts ahoy:

Peter's day collar. It's heavily based off of this collar (sfw link btw it's just petco LOL) by Le Dog Company, but I wanted to make it more padded under the buckle. I do like that the strap just says "Le dog" though like. Yeah. And you can see his little name tags and stuff.

probably the inside is like a nice caramel color, rather than black or anything, but i didn't color that part.

and I decided that they'll never go beyond "training" or other non-ownership collars. i don't think he'd be okay with extending even pretend ownership outside of actively having sex tbh. they're extremely not following "old guard traditions" here. peter owns himself and all of his gear, no exceptions

concept for harness to match, courtesy of Felicia, and just. photos of one of the leashes. i didn't feel like drawing it. not pictured: 9 footer (another petco link lol) — I think I like the way the 4 foot leash looks better, esp since it matches the collar better imo, but I figured. maybe sometimes they would want a 9 foot leash. I mean. Is Harry taking Peter on walks, No, but, you know, could be useful.

Harness is the same color as the collar, I just made it lighter in this pic so you can see the actual details. It's loosely based on some leather harness I saw but slightly different.

...

I also wanted to add some bonus sets which are probably gifts from Felicia, though I'm sure Harry could afford more, but *waves my hand* Felicia likes to tease Peter—

*loudly clears my throat* It's uhh, you know, I just like pink. yeah. I mean normally I put Flash in pink for gender-y reasons I think most people are aware of at this point, but I just. Happened to see a picture of a cute pink mesh dog harness while looking for inspiration, and, well, it got away from me a little bit,

not for gender reasons, particularly, mostly just for horny reasons 😂

this one is obviously stealing I mean taking heavy inspo from the irl dog harness but also from some other stuff, like safety vests and what have you. And I decided I wanted it to have nylon straps with a cinch instead of a normal buckle because............ conceptually, I find that sexy, for some reason LOL idk it's the physicality or something. the combo of industrial hardware with girly aesthetics. just really strapping him into this thing.

also yeah i designed this one to not be easily removed (or put on) by the wearer themself, also for horny reasons. requires a helper to put on and take off, though Peter is probably flexible enough he could take it off by himself if he needed to get out in a pinch.

........does this qualify as sissification? probably. who can say,

anyway the collar is based on those thousand different kinds of customizable rhinestone collars where you can get your pet's name, or "cum slut" or whatever, spelled out in bejeweled charms. but made with like, slightly higher quality materials. like suede, heavy duty hardware, cubic zirconia or something, etc... I came VERY close to putting something vulgar but settled on just Peter's name and the hearts instead.

In my head, Felicia thinks she's very, very funny for giving this pink set to Peter.

don't be such a wet blanket Peter.

no, i do have a scenario in my notes involving him trying this on and enjoying it a little bit more than he intended to... not because of him having a secretly girlish nature so much as uh the opposite, so. you know, like i said, it might qualify as sissification/force femme, but idk. i just like it...

harry would also be cute in this... also flash... really any of the gang. full CBG matching bubblegum pink kink wear, now there's a thought 😂 mj would probably get a kick out of that

swarovski crystal... i wanted a D-ring on both the front and the back (for versatility) and it happened to also be a useful place to hang a cute little charm.

And now for something on the complete opposite end of the aesthetic spectrum, and probably more Felicia's style than anything else in this post.

Anyway, the other bonus from Fel (or possibly just Peter and Harry buying it). Sometimes Peter is naughty... or, you know, combining his top and dom instincts with submission and bdsm—a bad dog who bites. muzzle optional. tbh idk how hardcore Harry is but Peter likes this stuff (in my mind) so I figure it would make sense. More BDSM looking than doggy at this point but, you know, the spiked collar and a very short (like a foot or two at most) chain leash. plus muzzles.

went for two different muzzles—the medical padded style that is on its own pretty intense, with a little snap so it can attach to the O-ring on the front of the collar instead of having its own attached collar (see, O-ring not just aesthetic lol) and the other one is a more dog-like muzzle, with the metal basket. Both would probably be custom, esp if they're from Felicia, though i guess with the right needle and stuff Peter could probably modify a stock padded muzzle on his own... so maybe only the metal one is custom. who knows.

Obv the leather padded one is way more of a muzzle that makes it so you can't speak easily, or bite or eat or anything else, plus it has its own D-ring for extra bondage lol— vs the basket muzzle which is mostly aesthetic and to prevent biting. lol.

there are 500 harnesses that look almost exactly like this on etsy. can't beat the classics i guess. didn't bother drawing seams but this is definitely reinforced, though none of it's padded except where it needs to be for durability.

butt. all of the harnesses like this i saw also have that kind of rubber handle on the back. it's not like Harry can really tug Peter around that much even if Peter didn't have super strength, but, i have to include nice handles on all of these for the aesthetic/sex appeal. it's about the implication.

my real motivation for making this one unpadded (aside from, I guess, being less gentle) was cause I wanted all the spike rivets and other hardware to be skin-contact. aka: put the collar in the fridge for some temperature play LOL 🥶❄️ obv it would warm up fast but, appealing mental image,

i also thought it would be fun if it had some warning patches they could put on it, so I sketched a couple of those. I think Peter could make or modify something like this very easily lol. these could probably be put on the other harnesses too. or like on the shoulder straps. full kit w/ muzzle + spiked collar + harness + chain leash + caution patches is definitely... a thought...

[theninthdoor]

Hi! im pretty sure this is an extended reading rather than a quick question?

In blackpink what do the three other members think of the individual member?

(e.g. what jisoo/lisa/rosie thinks of jennie… what lisa/rosie/jennie thinks of jisoo) and so forth… if you get what i mean lol. thanks for this btw!

definitely an extended reading lol, but I really enjoyed it! i hope this is what you're looking fore. and, of course, thank you for requesting 🥰 !! btw - I'm NOT accepting this request for other groups at the moment! this is an old ask. thank u for understanding. I also feel like it's important to say that you should take this with a grain of salt! We all have our positive & negative sides, so we shouldn't expect anything less from idols. Just because the messages focus more on one aspect of things, doesn't mean that that's the ONLY thing X sees in Y! Put everything into perspective and please be realistic with who they are and where they are in life.

Jisoo

↦ Jennie || the tower rx, eight of swords rx: Jisoo thinks she could've never been able to handle as much as Jennie does (hate, rumours, crazy schedules, you name it…). It's as if when she thinks Jennie is about to hit the ground, she always finds a way to rise back up and keep going. However, there's also a sense that Jennie has become a little like a robot, emotionless, passionless, jaded… - and, regarding that, Jisoo thinks she kinda got trapped in a prison of her own making. That level of public recognition/interest sometimes just isn't worth it, you know? Jisoo wouldn't want it - that's what I'm trying to say.

↦ Rosé || five of wands, the devil rx: First of all, Rosé is truly a good-natured person; she doesn't play dirty, which Jisoo appreciates. She will fight for what she wants, tho! Competition really doesn't scare her because she has the will and the passion to outdo them. On the more negative side, Jisoo thinks Rosé is often the type to bite off more than she can chew, and then she just has to stretch herself too thin (for her own detriment) because she doesn't want to let anyone down.

↦ Lisa || six of wands rx, five of swords: This one surprised me, to be honest… She thinks Lisa has become the kind of artist/celebrity to whom nothing is ever enough. Perhaps it's an issue with her self-confident or fear of losing what she has earned so far, and it's not necessarily the case of fame getting to her head. I just see her constantly trying to outdo herself and others; scolding others when they make too many mistakes or aren't performing with as much energy as she is; getting easily upset when things don't work out as she had wanted; etc. Lisa is just too hard on herself and, likely due to stress, she becames a little critical and demanding towards other people as well.

Jennie

↦ Jisoo || the hierophant rx, four of swords: She thinks Jisoo is the type of person who will never, ever break her personal moral code or break away from who she is and where she came from. She's not a sell-out; doesn't care about fame, titles or celebrity lifestyles - she's just Jisoo, and no one can change that. She will challenge authority and other people's expectations without thinking twice, because she has decided to put her peace and happiness first. I don't think Jennie understands how she's able to do that, and I also don't think she wants to be that kind of person. Either way, she absolutely doesn't have a problem with it because Jisoo doesn't bother anyone, she just does her own thing + allows others the same kind of freedom.

↦ Rosé || three of pentacles, five of cups: On one hand, she sees Rosé as someone who's truly dedicated to her job, to music, to creative expression. She loves what she does, so it inspires others who work with her (such as Jennie). On the other hand, work often comes first, and everything else is put on the backburner for her, even friendships. Given that, I think their friendship has suffered quite a lot in the last few years/months, and Jennie misses how thing used to be. Besides that, she also feels sorry for Rosé because, no matter how hard she works, she's rarely able to put out what she wants and how she wants it. In a way, Jennie thinks Rosé would've done really well as a solo OR would do really well as a solo, even if it mean ot4 won't be any longer. (not saying R is leaving!! read again)

↦ Lisa || the emperor rx, six of swords rx: This totally ties in with Jisoo's thoughts… Lisa has become a little too rigid and demanding. It's not that she thinks she's above others - she just doesn't want others to make her look bad or to throw away all of her hard work, so she now tends to act a little bit controlling and critical. Also, for some reason, Jennie thinks Lisa is stuck in the past. Perhaps she hasn't accepted that things have changed, including their work styles or priorities, and even the group's style of performance and chemistry; and she's really not willing to move on and adapt.

Rosé

↦ Jisoo || the chariot, king of cups: Big sister energy! She sees Jisoo as extremely reliable, strong, with great self-control and determination. Specially when it comes to emotions, she is always cool, calm and collected; nothing knocks her out of balance. Rosé definitely admires her strength and discipline, but also her ability to empathize and care for those around her. Although she is willful and assertive, she's still extremely kind and gentle. For all of those reasons, Rosé sees Jisoo as someone she can trust 100%; someone who'll protect her and care for her, if need be; plus, someone who is an inspiration, too (particularly when it comes to her ability to juggle her stronger & softer sides).

↦ Jennie || the tower rx, five of swords: It's really interesting that we're getting the same kind of messages from different members! Rosé also thinks that 1) Jennie is capable of handling a lot more than she could've ever handled herself, and 2) Jennie has, in a way, brought many of these issues upon herself. Perhaps she was naive and acted impulsively, or, at the time, she just never saw what could possibility go wrong… Right now, though, it might be very hard to talk to her and to get her to see reason, likely because she doesn't want to admit her mistakes. Or, alternatively, Rosé just doesn't like the kind of lifestyle she's living or the kind of people Jennie has surrounded herself with - which, understandably so, must've changed her personality a bit + keep on influencing her.

↦ Lisa || seven of cups, queen of swords: Out of all, I think Rosé is the member who understands Lisa's point of view the best! She recognizes her immense potential, versatility and intelligence, and that she simply cannot afford to let all of her hard work go to waste. So, although she also acknowledges that cold, rigid side that the others are focusing on, Rosé understands her a little bit more and can see past that. Lisa has big dreams and so does she, so they can, for sure, bond over that and support each other when things get more stressful or difficult. Besides that, there's definitely a feeling here that these two are likely the most interested in the performance side of the job (at least right now), and they really rely on each other when it comes to advice and motivation.

Lisa

↦ Jisoo || two of wands, nine of pentacles rx: First of all, she thinks (and loves) that Jisoo is perfectly capable of adapting to whatever comes her way. She can play for any team, as long as she is allowed to be her real self. Because of that, too, she's kind of the mediator of the group; the one who's able to adjust her work style and personality to everyone else's; the member who's always helping them understand each other's points of view. On the other hand, though, Lisa also recognizes that Jisoo is the least interested in the celebrity lifestyle, which she thinks it's a shame because J has so much potential. If only she were to put in a little more effort and were to be more disciplined, she would reach even higher! (Again, there is Lisa with the discipline thing lol… she's like a mom wanting the best for her kids)

↦ Jennie || ace of pentacles, the empress: She thinks Jennie is an example to follow, specially when it comes to business decisions. J is able to make everything happen for herself; everything she touches turns to gold. Out of all, she's the one Lisa sees the most of herself in, even though Jennie's potential is not yet fully realized - meaning that she has it all, yet doesn't have the time or discipline to completely dedicate herself to everything and make the best out of it, which is unfortunate. On top of that, Lisa also sees Jennie as a caring, peaceful and trustworthy person; someone who's always available to help (personally and professionally). Overall, it's a really positive and inspiring energy!

↦ Rosé || ten of pentacles, page of cups: Lisa sees Rosé as a sister, almost. Like with all sibling relationships, they have their ups and downs, but, in the end, they'll always have each other's backs. These two might share many of the same values and beliefs; the family environment of both could be similar OR they just get along really well with each other's families. I also see Lisa caring the most about Rosé's opinions, for the better and for the worse… she's just very sensitive to them, I believe. For that reason, it's easy for them to misunderstand, overreact and argue here and there - but it's because they care about each other! If I were to guess, I'd say Lisa sees this friendship as the one that has the most potential to last far into the future, to be honest. It's great!

(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

[la-pheacienne]

I don't have words, I don't know what to say on this.

I will start by what she says : "I'm queer, a woman and firmly on the left lmao". That's her stance.

First of all, with all due respect, being queer, a woman and firmly on the left does not stop you from being fucking dumb. You can be all this and dumb, at the same time, isn't that wonderful? As for "queer" and "woman" this literally doesn't mean anything. Literally. It's not a personality trait. As for the "left" part, well I can say I'm on the left and believe it in my bones and vote for the left but..if I am actually on the left is another issue. All in all, these statements shouldn't be made at all in my opinion, in this context. They scream victim card and superiority complex to me. You can belong to an X,y,z oppressed category of individuals and still have shitty arguments.

They don't give a flying fuck if Daenerys was a victim of abuse (lol she was an underage sex slave in the book, not just a victim of abuse) for the simple reason that, again, being an underage sex slave is NOT A PERSONALITY TRAIT. Dany has an ACTUAL PERSONALITY, an actual IMPACT in the books, a mythology around her, she is a driving force, she represents so many things to so many people that have NOTHING to do with her being a sex slave. Or course her being a sex slave is a pivotal moment for her character, but it does not define Daenerys. It contributed to her arc, but does not define it. So they judge her (wrongly bit that's another issue) for all the other things she did, for who she actually is.

They don't extend the same courtesy to her that the extend to Alicent for the simple reason that Alicent's whole arc is her being a victim of marital rape and forced to give birth. That's literally her whole impact in the story. There is nothing else. Is she contributing to any significant change? No. Does she have any special qualities that distinguish her from other people? No (Piety and sacrifice are not qualities sorry, nor is being a mother sorry again). Does she leave an important legacy? No again. NOTHING. There is nothing for Alicent. If they went by the book she would at least been cunning and able. She's not even that now. She's just a rape victim and as a rape victim, she can't be judged.

So they prefer these very badly written characters that play the victim card again and again and again because obviously they relate to that. That person obviously believes that just because she's a woman, queer and firmly on the left, she can say and do whatever the fuck she wants and that society owes her something. So she latches onto characters whose sole impact is that they inspire pity.

Pity is the most powerful tool of psychopaths btw because nobody can fight a person who inspires pity, they can do whatever they want and not be criticised for it, which is exactly what's happening with Alicent.

I find the women as victims so fascinating, it’s definitely not only a Got or Hotd issue, I read an essay in college(I hope to have a link) about this topic, it was something like giving the misogyny in our society men writers and general audience have problems to write or identify with female characters unless they make them suffer or being abused so then they can give them power and agency as a prize,that was the gist of the essay, and I think that’s exactly the problem with Sansa,Alicent,etc they had to make Alicent an abused bride child so them and the audience can sympathized with her when she wanted to gain some power at Rhaenyra’s wedding for example.

I also find this topic fascinating and the entire discourse over House of the Dragon really got me thinking hard on this.

Women as victims is a very fine line. Generally, as a whole, me personally, I really really dislike watching sexual violence in cinema or television. I don't like it, period. I think it is mainly torture porn and there are very few instances when I don't consider it one. That's why I had such a big problem with the Handmaid's Tale and I never watched it, for that very reason : seeing women in such horrendous circumstances being raped and beaten and victimised continuously in order to provoke feelings of horror and disgust to the audience is not my thing. It is not nuanced at all, and I hate that. I don't see anything empowering in that. I don't feel more feminist, I just feel broken. But ok that's the topic of the Handmaid's Tale, it's not for everyone.

Now let's go to more controversial adaptations. Alicent and Sansa are two women who weren't raped in the books. In the show they were. I don't understand why people like that, and what is so exceptionally feminist in drowning in despair at the thought of it. All these tumblrinas that are obsessed with Alicent wouldn't be so obsessed if she wasn't a ChiLD BriDe (she wasn't) and maritally raped by a reaaaally old Viserys with a rotting body. But being a victim of sexual abuse is not a personality trait. That's my problem here. This is not real life. This is fiction. In fiction, a character needs to have a purpose and an impact in the storyline and they should be judged for that impact. If a character is reduced to being a victim, they have no impact anymore. I don't care about them, respectfully. The writers really reduced Alicent to being a child bride and a rape victim, and now any chance of assessing her character and her choices is gone. She's a victim, plain and simple. How can you talk about a victim? How can you judge a victim? How can you think critically about a victim? You can't. The only thing you can do is cry at the thought of her being victimised and scream at everyone who tries to attack her, which is essentially what her stans do. This is very, very, VERY bad media. This is not nuance, this is the opposite. Since the very moment you present one woman as a victim and nothing more, she's not a person anymore. She has lost the quality of a person (in the philosophical sense), she's just an abused woman ( I repeat that this is not real life, we're talking about fictional characters here).

It's the very opposite of a female-centric narrative. It actually annihilates women by reducing them to their victimised womanhood. Dany was sexually assaulted too, but that's not the focus of her story. Nobody likes Dany because she was sexually assaulted. Being a woman or a rape victim is not a personality trait. Women are people, not symbols of martyrdom.

I do believe the choice of making Alicent and Sansa rape victims in the show is a misogynistic choice for the fact that it debases the characters, and ends all possible debate on a character's actual personality and choices, which is the very reason why I'm watching this medium, to see characters act and make choices. (Again I don't believe real life rape victims are debased, or have no value, people, I am talking about fiction here). Especially in Alicent's case the consequences are very damaging : the big antagonist of the show being reduced to a rape victim, the protagonist of the show who wasn't a rape victim suddenly doesn't feel very justified in what she wants. She's spoiled, she's entitled, she's a whore. Why?

'Cause this one wasn't raped.

Imagine the implications of that thesis. Do I need to spell them out? Don't we see them everyday in the tags? Alicent didn't choose this, she was raped, she was forced. Rhaenyra chose to have sex that wasn't allowed. She deserves to die. She is judged for simply having a personality. She is judged for being a real character instead of a moving hologram for Tumblrinas wallowing in self pity. How can you win this argument? There is no argument to be made here. One was raped, the other wasn't, so the one who was raped is in the right. The other can burn in hell because she wasn't raped so she's a self serving whore.

That's a really really nice female-centric and feminist narrative. Congratulations to the whole team.

[heeracha]

ep 59. / ep 60. the lifetime promo. / alt ending.

buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x flortist!fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. two idiots aka heey/n, unproof read <3 cheesiest shit ever like ew 😭

note: okay,, here's the thing,,, i'm working on something botm related but it's for hoon,,, i think i can finish it by tomorrow,, its part of the botm universe hehe not making this a series btw,, i just thought of it and yeah,, i'll tag the taglist, oki? byee crying remarks by the end mwa bye,, the playlist &lt;3

months passed by ever since you came back and you and heeseung didn’t waste anymore time. he finally asked the long overdue question of being his girlfriend, you immediately said yes, not even letting him finish the sentence. he asked you if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes, of course and now his horrible flower arrangement that you still take care of very dearly is now on the dining table. 

you two caught up with each other, of course. with the deal of catching up right after the wedding, you and heeseung—still in your long dress and him in his tux—went around town. heeseung finally got to take you in that field full of flowers he always went to when he misses you too much. now, it’s where you two always go to. you even watched the sunrise and sunset there. you also had the idea of going back to your university, to wear your togas because you two never had a picture together when your batch graduated.

and just like back then, heeseung would drop you off to work as he would go to the hospital and when the day ends, he picks you up and you two would laze around. every day off was spent together, sometimes sunoo and jungwon would drop off, saying you two owe them a lot for doing their best of getting the two of you back together.

eight months later, heeseung’s eyes flutter open as the sun rays have no trouble getting in the room. he sighs, closing his eyes as he turns around, arm extending to your spot. which is empty. heeseung opens his eyes to see the big space of the bed. he sits up, looking around, only seeing the two cats that he impulsively adopted three years ago. “y/n, flower?” heeseung calls, but no answer. no, no, no, no. 

heeseung jumps off the bed, opening the door as he looks around the apartment. you’re not in the living room, not in the kitchen. nowhere. he goes back in the room, opening the closet to see your clothes. where the fuck are you?

“hey,” 

he turns around, seeing you in your pajamas, with his white bathrobe on. you were standing right outside the bathroom. heeseung sighs in relief, running his fingers through his hair. you knew it right away.

“i’m here, i’m sorry.” you say, walking towards him as you pull him in a hug. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist, resting his cheek on your head. “i’m sorry. i’m not going anywhere, okay? never doing that again.”

“i’m sorry.” heeseung softly says. “i trust you, i just really get paranoid.”

“no, no, no. i get you.” you softly say, looking up at him as he looks at you. you press a kiss on his chin and he smiles. “what do you want for breakfast?”

“anything.” he answers.

“anything,” you repeat and he hums. “sunoo’s mint choco—”

“anything, but that.” heeseung cuts you off, making you laugh. “come on, let’s find whatever we can.” he says, holding your hand as he pulls you with him to the kitchen.

“not ramen, okay?” you say and heeseung whines. “we already had ramen yesterday.”

after hours of lazing around, you two went down to the field of flowers to watch the sunset, sitting on the ground where heeseung laid a blanket for you two. you noticed your boyfriend acting weird as he keeps touching the left side of his blazer on the chest area. “seungie,” you call and he hums, subtly touching his chest on the left side. “you okay?”

“yeah, why?” he asks, touching the same spot again and you look at it, then back to him.

“are you sure?” you ask and he nods, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him as you two watch the sun set with the moon on the opposite side. it was getting dark, the skies turning pink. it was always beautiful here around this time, but you couldn’t focus because of your boyfriend being weird.

“yes,” he nervously chuckles. “you? you okay?”

“mhm,” you softly hum. “actually, i’m a bit cold.” you lie through your teeth and heeseung frowns. “can i borrow?” you ask, softly tugging on his blazer to which he removes, but he stops when his hand brushes on the spot that he’s been patting over and over again for the past hour that you’ve been here.

“no,” he says, fixing it back and you look at him weirdly. “can i hug you instead?”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you turn back to the sun. “it’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” you say and heeseung nods, but his eyes weren’t on the sun. they were on you. always on you.

“the best view.” he says and you look at him to see he didn’t even look at the sunset. “i lo-view.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows as he laughs and you try to scowl at him, but the corners of your mouth are lifting up. he touches the left side of his chest again and you look at him. he only smiles at you and you chuckle.

“come here,” you mumble, holding your hands out to which he comes forward, fitting his face in between your hands as he presses his lips against yours. your hands slide up to his hair, softly running through his locks until it decides to rest on heeseung’s nape. heeseung tilts his head to avoid bumping his nose against yours as he rests an arm around your waist and the other hand on your arm.

slowly, your hand comes down to his sternum as you keep kissing him. then, your slowly slide your hand under the blazer to which heeseung immediately grabs your hand before you can even touch what it was he’s been patting.

you giggle against his lips as he keeps kissing you. “no.” was the only thing heeseung said with a chuckle as he kept kissing your lips.

you laugh, but heeseung didn’t stop kissing your lips nor did you pull away and open your eyes. “seungie,” you softly say, giggling. “please?” you sweetly ask and he hums.

“five more minutes,” he says against your lips, moving impossibly closer as he clips your hand in between his knees which makes you laugh louder, but still, he doesn’t stop kissing you. “don’t judge me. you never kissed you.” he mumbles, tilting his head on the other side as he keeps kissing you. “if you did, you would understand.”

as you kiss him back, your free hand attempts to go to his blazer again, but heeseung grabs it right away, intertwining his fingers with yours. “seungie,” you softly giggle, but he still kept kissing you. “honey,” you say and even though you didn’t want to, you pulled away. “come on.” 

“one more?” he says and you shake your head causing him to sigh. “okay, i should just get over it.” he says more to himself, turning to you. “do you think we’re insane for not taking our relationship slow?”

you chuckle. “seungie, we weren’t together for six years. when we said taking things slow, we literally took it to another level.” you say and heeseung chuckles. “we’re doing good right now, right?”

he nods, pressing his lips into a thin line. you look at him to see him keeping his eyes down. you softly sigh, hand reaching out to his blazer. this time, he doesn’t stop you. you reach the inner pocket, feeling the velvet fabric of the small box. you grab it, pulling it out of his blazer as you look at it, then to heeseung who was just avoiding your eyes.

“talked to anyone about this?” you ask.

“jay,” he answers. “and… felix.”

you nod. “what did they say?” you ask.

“we waited for each other for six years, they don’t see a problem with it.” heeseung says and you nod. “but… we never talked about it before and maybe i’m jumping way ahead of you or… maybe we’re moving too fast? i don’t know.”

“what do you think?” you ask.

“i don’t want to do anything if you’re—”

“don’t think about me, heeseung.” you say, shaking your head as you point your finger to him. “what do you think about our relationship? are we moving too fast? slow? what?”

heeseung looks at you, sighing. “i think we’re fine,” he says. “we’re great. we love each other, we fixed everything. you’re my soulmate, you’re my best friend, you’re my missing piece. i… i just feel so great when i’m with you and there’s nothing to wait for, right? you said back then, time doesn’t really matter. what we feel for each other doesn’t increase because of time. it increases because of how safe we feel with each other and how we keep on getting to know each other everyday.” heeseung chuckles nervously, looking at you. “on the practical side, we’re both happy with our jobs, our positions. we’re both financially stable. we’re good, i know that. i know you said not to think about you, but that’s the only missing thing. how do you feel about this?”

you press your lips into a thin line, looking at him. heeseung feels the difficulty in deciphering what you think, but he knows, if you’re not ready, you’ll let him down easy and talk to him properly. because that’s what made you two great, proper communication.

you move, facing him as you get on your knees, sitting on the back of your feet. you take his hand, looking at him as you place the box on his hand. “do it.” you softly say and heeseung looks at you, processing what you just said. you lightly raise your brows and he immediately gets in the same position as you, facing you. 

“i’ve practically said my speech,” heeseung starts and you softly laugh. “but most of the times, i feel scared with every move that i make, in fear of doing something wrong. but with you, i just have to talk to you and i’m just not scared anymore. there are things we know are wrong, but sometimes, we just have to make mistakes to get where we want. and i don’t know where the hell my speech is leading because i don’t feel like i’ve done any mistakes when i’m with you—oh, well, except when i denied my feelings for you.”

you smile at him which made his smile bigger.

“but the moment i admitted my feelings for you, everything fell into place. shit happened and i’m willing to go through them again as long as the other end leads to you.” heeseung says, opening the box and turning the ring to you. “so, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me? you can have this ring as a freebie.”

you and heeseung laugh at his line. “you know ‘will you marry me’? they’re still okay!” you laugh and heeseung joins along, shrugging. “of course, seungie. i would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” you smile and heeseung takes the ring off the box, holding your hand as he slides it with ease on your ring finger. “it fits perfectly.”

“yeah, i secretly measured your finger when you were sleeping.” heeseung says and you giggle. you cup his jaw, pressing your lips against his and heeseung kisses back right away. “you wanna get married now? town hall is just near.” he says against your lips and you laugh, causing him to smile wide.

“you’re crazy.”

“only for you.”

promo or not, he will always take you.

a/n: just wanted to let you know that one of hee's—now a heey/n child—cats is named dandelion,, bcs yk in the field of flowers hee found, just like the song goes, hee would wish to dandelions to get y/n yeah i need to stop,,, anyway, this smau didnt even last a month i- oMG WE WERE SO FAST HELP ANYWAYEAJDSBVJHSD WHAT YOU AS ALWAYS YOU GUYS ARE JUST FUCKING AMAZING I LOVE YOU TYSM FOR ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL SMAU, IM SORRY I WAS CRUEL AT TIMES BUT IT WAS FUN UIASHBFHSD ANYWAY,, idk when i will post the alt ending but u all know the drill, if u dont want the angsty ending, it's okay not to red,, bUT THANK YOU AGAIN AAAA ILYSM U GUYS :( FLOWER AND SEUNGIE SIGNING OFF 🫂

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Can I request for Scaramouch, Xiao, Kazuha, and Zhongli with witch!reader that try to learn how to fly with broom and suddenly fall down? The boys rush to catch them and try to scold them with reader just laughing. Make it fluff please~

Thank you and I love your writing 💕

Scenarios — Genshin Impact.

+Headcanons.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠‧₊› scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, zhongli x witch!reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲‧₊› reader falls down the broom when trying to learn how to fly with it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞‧₊› fantasy, fluff.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬‧₊› use of gn reader, a bit meanie scaramouche (not a lot dw), slight angst? - xiao- (just in case), and praising - zhongli, kazuha-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞‧₊› I loved the witch reader idea tbh!! Thanks for requesting💓 I hope you like it, it was fun to write! Btw, thank yall so, so much for +600 followers!! 💓

Scaramouche.

Scaramouche couldn't care less about anything that has to do with witches and all that subject in which you are involved. But hey, he can give it a try if it's something that concerns you.

Many times you can see him watching you as you try to learn some witch stuff for yourself. He is discreetly interested in what you do. If your gazes collide, he will quickly act disinterested.

“Tsk. What are you staring at? You go on with your things. Don't mind me.”

But of course, obviously he won't take long to make fun of you when you fail in your studies or practices. Although he doesn't go over the edge with you either... don't worry. No matter how bad his attitude is, he has a soft spot for you that will never openly admit.

You manage to raise the broom a few inches off the ground. That was already great progress, to be honest. But you did not have the patience, you wanted to advance to the next step to achieve your goal: fly with it.

You get to ride it, even though you're nervous. The eyes that seem so judgmental do not leave you for a second. Scaramouche who seems so calm sitting on the bench with one leg over the other, is watching every movement you make.

The broom rises higher off the ground, making your feet lose touch with the safety of the ground. That causes you to lose control and fall on your knees. It's the first time something like this happens to you, and your cheeks turned red as you heard Scaramouche's hurried steps towards your position.

“Are you serious? It was the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen you do in all this time.” His mocking tone makes you want to hide your face even more. Seeing your reaction, the boy sighs, resigned. “Get up, y/n. You are supposed to go step by step and not skip half the procedure. Or is it that you don't read the books?”

When you raise your eyes to him, he has his hand extended, waiting for you to take it to help you get up. Seeing that you are slow to react due to the confusion caused by his sudden gestures that have nothing to do with his usual evilness, he huffs and lifts you by the arm himself. “What are you looking at? Has the cat got your tongue?”

Your silence only makes him more uncomfortable, and a giggle escapes your lips. The boy removes his hand from your arm quickly. “What the hell is going on? What's so funny, you cheap witch?”

“Nothing really. The way you act so disinterested, but then it turns out that you read everything about witches when the only witch you know is me.” It had to be said, and you said it. All he can do is gulp and clench his jaw. You got him completely.

“Just... Shut up and keep going. Come on, you're already taking time.”

Xiao.

What you were doing was beyond the average understanding of a human, so Xiao does find a quick interest in your activities as a witch.

Like Scaramouche, he will also observe what you do from his own position. However, you can see the curiosity in him. If you ask him for help, he will surely offer himself for whatever you need.

“I'm afraid I don't have much to offer on this subject, but I could give it a try.”

As much as he is interested in this topic, he prefers to keep his distance from it. He doesn't want to be an obstacle or get in your way. No matter how much you tell him otherwise, he will continue to refuse interfering unless you ask him to.

There you are. Xiao leaning against the thick trunk of a tree, while you levitated several inches from the ground on your broom. “Are you watching this, Xiao? I'm doing it!”

Xiao silently watches the scene, and after seconds he looks away with an annoyed expression. “Keep calm. It is preferable that you do not go any higher.” He answers dryly. His intention is not to lower your spirits, but he wants to prevent possible accidents if you do fall. He would hate to see you with any body damage.

“I got it under cont- Oop!” Your voice is lost as you rise uncontrollably to the height of the treetops. Xiao moves and looks up, frantically searching for you. “y/n!”

Your voice returns to his ears, a scream from you makes him even more alert and he manages to jump up in your direction, fast enough to take you in his arms in the air. You snuggle up, hiding your face in his shoulder as he regains his serious demeanor and relief to have you safely in his arms. You did gave him a good scare.

When you get back to the ground, he lets go of you and crosses his arms, eyebrows furrow. “What did I say to you? You never look out for your own safety. What if one day I am not here to save you?”

His words sound harsh. He is really scolding you. “Yes, I'll be more careful... I'm sorry, Xiao.”

You lower your head in apology, but the boy raised his voice once more. “Watch out!” Your eyesight immediately goes up. The damn broom was inches from your head, luckily Xiao's grip on its wooden stick saved you from another accident. The boy sighed, digging the end of the broom into the ground.

You can't help but laugh. Bad luck seems to follow you, but you have your protector on your side. And as clumsy as you are, he won't give up on you.

Xiao and you look at each other. To your surprise, he also has a small smile on his face.

“You won't give me a single break, right?”

Kazuha.

Very interested in everything that surrounds you. Whatever it is, you can always count on him to keep an eye on you and what you have to say about it.

If you need help with something, you won't be alone. Kazuha will also look for information to help and make things easier for you. Also, he is almost always traveling. It will not be difficult to find what you need.

“This was handed to me on one of my travels. They say it is a very useful talisman for witches. Would you mind taking it and telling me if you notice improvements?”

Of course, before giving you anything, he will check from all possible sources to know if the object is truly reliable and will not do you any harm.

A lot of praising every time you make some progress.

After several failed attempts, you finally manage to sit on the broom and lift yourself up. A wide smile is drawn on your face as you hold on firmly to the wooden stick.

Kazuha seeing what you are achieving, gives you a brief applause. “You are doing very well, I am proud of you.”

Your happiness thanks to your achievement only made the boy giggle slightly. It seems to him such a cute image, so he can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach everytime the boy catches you smiling.

You get higher. And that's when your luck runs out, as the broom suddenly decides to turn around and leave you face down.

“Hold on tight!” exclaims Kazuha, who rushes to make his way towards you, but he is not fast enough and you fall to the ground. “Oh—” Well, at least it wasn't from much distance.

You stay face up, the only thing in your vision is the clear sky. You blink and there the boy appears, leaning out with a somewhat worried expression, his eyes lowered towards you. “y/n? It seems that someone got too carried away.”

You let out an embarrassed laugh, and the boy shakes his head slowly. You definitely are a case, but he will never leave your side.

“Here, let me help you and let's keep trying. From this mistake I hope you have learned the corresponding lesson, little witch.” His tone is calm and quite affectionate.

Zhongli.

Always, ALWAYS aware of you and that nothing bad happens in your training. Nothing that could hurt you because of witchcraft.

He also loves to feel proud of you, but when something is wrong he will not remain silent either.

Many times he uses his words to give you the energy you need to push yourself even harder. Who wouldn't, if your reward is this man's praise?

“You don't know how proud you would make me feel if you managed to do this flawlessly.”

His words are a great fuel for your motivation.

The man approaches you, slightly extending his arm and offering you support with it. “Oh? You don't usually help me this way.” Still, you accept and grab his arm to get on the broom. “I know, but learning this technique carries more dangers, and I'm not willing to risk something happening to you.”

You could melt with his words perfectly. He is so gentle to you. “Thank you, you are right...”

Zhongli glances at you as you move on the broom, looking for the most comfortable position in which to ride it. When you finally do it, he steps aside, leaving you as your only grip on the broom itself. “Just like that.”

It's when you get a little higher that you lose your balance and fall awkwardly. Luckily, Zhongli's arms are there to keep you from hitting the ground with a painful blow. You raised your gaze to his face. His eyes were a little wider, as this event does not happen often and it caught him somewhat off guard.

He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. “I believe I clearly said to keep it up just like that, not to disobey me and go higher.”

You looked away, at the ground as you separated from him with a little blush on your cheeks. You felt like a little kid being scolded by their father. You put your hands together shyly, giggling a little at how he were talking to you. “Okay, sorry.”

The man laughed in a low, grave tone. He couldn't be upset with you, you're just learning at your own pace. Zhongli extended one of his hands, which rested on your hair to lightly caress it.

“Do not apologize. Come back up and show me how well you'll do it now.”

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Faded Blue • • • Teaser

Tittle : Faded Blue

Pairing : Nishimura Riki x F!Reader

Genre : Slice of Life, Fiction, (angst, fluff)

Warning : Major character death.

Summary: Y/n is Nishimura's senior, she's in the photography club, in which Riki's favorite place, they became friends due to Riki's unexpected breaker up with his ex, it was as though Y/n saved him from agony, and made him happy for a while. Until there was a time when it's time for her goodbye.

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As I sat down on some bench in front of my favourite pastry shop, tears were uncontrollably falling down my face, and my breath was uncontrollable, I could barely breathe.

It was the first Friday on a December morning, when snow coated the wide street, and visiting a pastry shop had not gone according to plan. Then I felt somebody sit down beside me, and it happened to be you, I looked at your side, you were wearing a smile, I had always wondered what was so amusing for you to smile the brightest; then I heard the softest chuckle there is to hear, never been in my life have I heard such as soft as yours. Then you asked me a question:

"A breakup?" My sobbing abruptly stop, I held my breath and tears for a quite few seconds and then my eyes landed on your miraculously beautiful face, I was enchanted.

"Yes--" my answer was cut off by a hiccup. "And it is my birthday," I said, but you chuckle once again, and I was quite offended, but for the first time, you turn to face me and looked me in eyes, I was taken aback, and your eyes were gleaming.

"Happy birthday;" you said so calmly, and all I can do was give a quick nod.

"And also sorry, she totally had chosen the wrong time." You said. While my eyes remain on you, studying; studying your smile, your gleaming eyes that shone as bright as the sun above, studying your outfit, you were wearing a brown coat, a red skirt by the knee under the coat, and a pair of brown boots, with a blue faded scarf wrapped around your neck.

"Tha--thank you," I said catching my hitched-up breath, but then you extended your hands offering me your blue faded scarf, and then it took me quite a few seconds to stare at it, then back at your apologetic smiling face.

"You can wipe your tears with it, I worry that your tears might freeze for it's so cold today." So I took it, wipe my tears away, blow my nose with it, and then it took me to realize.

"Sorry, I blew my nose on your scarf, I'll return it back after I washed it," I said.

"No it's fine, you can keep it, that scarf always made me remember bad memories" you breathe out a long deep sigh, then look back at me.

"That scarf-- it's my mother's, that's her scarf, my grandma made that for her for Christmas; though she was only nine years old when she get those, it's still here for almost forty-nine years." As I watch you, I can't help but wonder, why your voice sounds so melancholy, while you have a sad smile, it doesn't reach your eyes. Now I had concluded; it must have been one of those bad memories that the scarf reminds you of.

You sigh, hands fidgeting with one another. "She gave me that when I was twelve, it was the day she left me." I could not make out what to say, all I could do was nod.

I wasn't expecting to meet you again after those little talks, and after you had left, I could not even lie how the possibility of me had fallen in love with was a little too high, even though I just had my heart broken.

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HEYYY!!!! Uhhh you're taking requests right? Could you do a toby x reader with a reader who has selective mutism? :DD

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yes, absolutely!! As someone who struggles with this, 100% yes. I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you want but I am going off of what I know and experiences so if you have it too pls note it may be different from your own experiences.

Reader is gender neutral btw unless said otherwise

Ticci Toby x reader(with selective mutism)

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Why can't you hear me

Toby loves you, truly, however... In situations such as this he really doesn't know what to do. Here he was, crouched in front of you, desperately trying to figure out what you were trying to tell him, but he just couldn't grasp it.

He knows you can't help it but still he can't help but get irritated and as such he gets angry at himself, thus resulting in his tics to act out much more and acted in such a manner he seemed rude. His tone shifting to aggravation. "(Y/n)... You said you'd be ok coming here! What do you need me to do?!"

You say in silence, not willingly though. You felt like your walls were closing in, thought that the others were looking at you, judging you. You wanted to speak, honest; but every time you tried it was like your mouth just couldn't form words or sounds, as though someone's hand was lodge inside your thought, squeezing your vocal cords ever so slightly. Your heart was pounding a bit quicker. You know you promised Toby you would be ok, now here you were, unable to speak.

Tears well up in your eyes, grabbing your phone you mustered the energy to type a message and sending it to the anxious man in front of you. 'i'm sorry'. Tobias' gaze softened at this, his shoulders slumping downwards like two bags of wheat being dropped. Running a hand through his hair he tilts his head back whilst taking a few deep breathes. "It's not your fault. It's ok. Here..."

He stands and extends his hand out to you. Hesitating, you take his hand in yours, allowing him to lead you out of the cabin and into the forest outside.

Instantly it's as though a huge weight has been taken off your chest, and slowly but surely that imaginary hand begins to retreat from your throat. Carefully, Toby lifts you into the porch railing, carefully rubbing circles on your thighs, watching you intently, wishing to be sure you aren't uncomfortable with his actions.

The touch makes you tense at first but as the anxiety subsides you find yourself relaxing into him, focusing on the sound of birds and the rustle of leaves. Toby waits as long as you need, waiting for you to gain control again. This does take some time but once you feel calm and confident enough you shakily utter to Toby, "Thank you." To which he provides that sweet goofy lopsided smile of his before turning serious and full of guilt, his gaze fixated at the grass below him. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry I yelled at you... I- I know it's not your fault. I know you don't have control over it. You didn't deserve to be yelled at. I should have talked to you before bringing you to, I dunno, make a safety plan? Like, what to in that situation I guess."

Carefully and with the utmost delicasy you cup Toby's face in your hands, rubbing soft patterns on his temples with your thumbs, your fingertips tangling in his thick curly hair. Watching as he relaxed at your touch you press your forehead to his, being careful not to put your weight on him in case he accidentally headbutts you and you need to move back.

You two stayed like this for some time, simply enjoying one another's presence. Ultimately however, you had to return to the others. Knowing full well the cramped, loud cabin would return the unwanted squeeze of you vocal cords you decide to make a plan with Toby. If you need to communicate you'll text him, he may not be able to hear your voice but he can read what you have to say.

Upon returning inside you both are instantly met with chaos just as expected. Normally the cabin like home belong to Tim and Brian was very quiet and calm, however, they had decided that there should be a meeting in regards to the operator and those who opposed it but had to serve it. This invited quite a few strange and chaotic beings, the man in the floral button up being one of them, you think you remember him being called 'Habit'.

You returned to your respective spot on the couch where Brian now sat beside rubbing at his temples. You were thankful as Brian could understand your struggle in a similar way. Having earned the title of "hoodie" as somewhat of a alter ego he had developed selective mutism, though it's only because he had it growing up as well.

Toby proceeded to go about his day as normal, interacting with the others, but you could see him continuously glancing at you from time to time. He made certain no one fucked with you and your needs were met, constantly on standby in case you need anything.

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headcanons

-Toby is extremely protective of you during the times you find yourself unable to communicate.

-Tries his best to understand your struggles but truthfully, he is smart but very ditzy making it just more confusing every time he has you explain it.

-He gets irritated with himself very easily during the times you can't speak. He wants to help you in any way but he can't understand you. He knows there's nothing much he can really do to help and he can't stand it

-literally will fetch you pen and paper, at this point he carries a little blue notepad n pen in his pocket everywhere he goes in case you need it.

-He hates that you struggle with this seeing as it's often triggered by situations that make you anxious, stressed, scared, etc. Sometimes though, if it's triggered by a positive intense emotion he can't help but baby you just a little bit. It's just so cute that you're so happy. Especially if you do the little flappy hands and bounce to express that emotion.

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