#we all know who the old man with the evil eye is in this scenario

[everybodyisasebfan]

tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 3: horror

[gremlingottoosilly]

The only thing you want to do is... [Price x fem!Reader]

Price broke his hand on the last mission. Fortunately for him, his caretaker is just as adorable as she is eager to help him in every way.

CW and tags: Legal age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink, pervert!Price, obsessive!Price, coercion into sex, handjob (m!receiving)

Word count: 3246

This work on AO3

You’re such a sunshine, it hurts. 

John Price never considered himself to be a good man. He did what he had to do to protect his country, to ensure that big bad terrorists are kept at bay, and foreign militaries are ending up where they belong – somewhere in the ditch, with reports stating KIA an anonymous bullet drugged out of their skulls. 

His job was just that – a job, something that had to be done because he knew that someone else, someone worse, would gladly take his place in case of retirement. The captain can be considered a fucking angel compared to some people he is working with – no one would ever dare call him evil when people like Graves still exist out there, hunting for innocents. 

But you’re so fucking sweet to him, he simply can’t handle it. 

When his arm got injured, and he was forced to get on leave for at least a month – he tried to argue for something less, but Lasswell silently pointed out that he hadn’t had a break in the past five years, and she would kick him out of his own Task Force if he’d continue to refuse – he got assigned a caretaker by Kate recommendation. 

John was fully expecting some old lady, probably a retired officer or field medic. Maybe some burly man with too much time on his hands and the ability to give really nice massages under flights of bullets. Perhaps, worst case scenario, he would be assigned an actual; nurse that wouldn’t buy any of his shit – that amount of whiskey he drinks is prescribed by his therapist, smoking cigars in the apartment is a nice form of relaxation, and he actually doesn’t need help and can go in service back again less than in two weeks. 

But, the Captain got wee ol’ you, all nice and warm, and adorable, and too fucking young to have anything to do with his apartment. 

You’re nice, warm, fresh out of college, where you got some recommendations about rehabilitating veterans back into normal lives. Probably was writing a Thesis about something as dumb as “Healing PTSD through flower crowns and little touches”. You chirp your way into his heart and refuse to go out – just like Kate promised to him, you really didn’t allow him to do anything on his own. 

God, it was infuriating – how much he wanted to simply grab your shoulders and kiss you. Or kick you out and find someone else to take care of him, someone boring, someone of appropriate age. Without dumb, bright eyes and cute smiles, without enthusiasm, that can only be seen in unpaid interns and college graduates who still believe that the world is fair and nice. 

You cook his dinners and clean up his apartment – as small as it is, never having a family or any other reason to make it even slightly bigger – and you do this with such a wide smile on your face it actually makes Price question basically everything he knows about young ladies doing charity work. You must be paid triple because you fold his underwear in neat little cubes and refuse to accept his help. Always chirped something about his hand like he can’t kill a man with his teeth only. 

— I can fold my own pants, love. 

He presses his body against the doorframe of the small bathroom – looks at your ass so shamelessly bent over the washing machine. You’re folding his dried clothes, and he can only pray that you aren’t slowly resenting him for being such a disgusting old man. He knew he looked good for his age, 37 years in this world molded him into something that many young women would consider hot – even though his beard is unkept and his hair grew a bit longer since he couldn’t be arsed to do anything about it, and his dominant hand is broken. 

— We don’t want to sprain your hand even more, right? — Everythin’ is alright with my bloody hand…

— Lady Lasswell said I shouldn’t listen to you like this, sir. Sorry. 

— Little minx. 

— Me or Lady Lasswell? 

John looks at you, so eager and cheerful, and he just wants to…he can’t, of course, he stops himself before he even forms the thought because it’s dirty and you don’t deserve this, and your shy smile as you laugh softly and push the last of the laundry in the neat pile on the washing machine. 

You look too eager to please, and he has an idea – the one he will never act upon. Maybe will entertain himself later, stroking himself in some abandoned base deep in the snowy tundra, trying to remember your warmth as if a sinner like him can even comprehend your light. 

God, you got him so bad, he starts thinking about good ol’ Jesus again. You really are a side to behold, aren’t ya. 

He looks at you again – you’re so easy to please. You cook for him, the smell of home cooking that he almost forgot, all the ingredients you invited yourself to buy when he left his card for you. You didn’t think it was weird, not a single mischievous bone in your body – if anything, he was casually prompting you to go and buy yourself something nice, something as compensation for all the trouble you endured for him. 

Instead, you went out of your way to cook for him, to make him tea like he wanted it – without sugar, but with a small amount of milk poured into a cup that is probably the most expensive thing in this whole place except for his weapons. 

The problem is – John Price doesn’t really like it when people are taking care of him. Not because he is shy or insecure, god forbid, but because he knows that if a pretty young thing like you is going to show him kindness, he will take a fucking mile and make you run from him as fast as you can. He has desires, he has needs, something that pretty good girls like you should know nothing about. 

You’re so eager to please that you’ll probably jerk him off if he were to whine about his arm being broken and his inability to get himself off because of it. Which, in turn, gives him an…idea. 

Price was never a good person – he isn’t the worst guy either. He sees your reactions, that adorable heat of your face when he brushes his knuckles over your cheek in an affectionate manner. How you are biting your lips every time you have to fold his underwear, when you cook for him, and he presses his body against yours, rocking his hips just gently enough to not make his arousal obvious. John knows you like him in more ways than just one – he doubts that such a lovegirl like you would ever agree to take care of a grumpy military man like him. 

He wonders where your father is – probably out of the picture if his precious daughter is almost crying from a desire to please a guy like him. He wonders if you have a boyfriend or if you’re seeing someone else – if you’re a virgin or you already had a series of disappointing sessions with blokes that have no idea how to behave with an angel like you. 

Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be taking care of a SAS captain – did your superiors forget to tell you just how girl-hungry men like him are? That he didn’t even bother to find a wife, and the loneliness of a single life will make him fucking explode if a girl as pretty as you were in the vicinity of that perverted old dog. You must be stupid – or so insanely naive, it’s not even funny. 

He licks his lips, staring at you again. He is certainly isn’t a good guy – not the worst either, but it’s up for debate. He wants to hold you close and say all of those pretty good things he knows you want to hear. He also wants to push you as close to him as possible and just fuck that pretty girl until you’re begging for him to make you his wife. He’d always laugh at the thought of other military commanders and higher rank soldiers having sugar babies – especially the mercs and their fucking inability to keep a girl who isn’t tied to their paychecks. But now…he might just pay for your adorable pout and eagerness. 

Might make a call to that one masked arsehole and ask how the hell he keeps his questionably young wife around without breaking her legs. Visibly, at least. 

— Sir? Planet calls for Captain Price. 

You giggle when you are waving your hand around him. Shit – looks like he zoned out for a hot minute, leaving you free to stare at his face, the fantom red spreading across his skin as if he is actually embarrassed to be caught like this. He isn’t, of course, he is stronger than some girl trying to get a rise out of him. He thinks he is stronger, at least. 

You wave your hand in front of his face again, and the insects are kicking in – captain grabs your hand, not even caring that his supposed helplessness stems from the fact his dominant hand is still broken. He has no problems keeping you in place with just his left hand – and you almost look scared when you understand that you literally can’t move. 

Your innocent smile turns into a pathetic whimper when he squeezes you even more. Bruises, no doubt, are starting to form already – well, it should be your fault. Good girls are usually smarter than teasing an old dog like him, even if you’re trying to play innocence. He knows what you are. 

His future special girl that is. A wife, if he plays his cards right…and the captain was always good at poker. 

— Shite, love. Sorry. 

His smile mirrors yours – an innocent display like he didn’t almost break your wrist in his hold. He is still squeezing your hand, but not he slowly presses his lips against your knuckles – thin, dry lips gently caressing your skin in a gesture that you should never accept from a guy who kills people as a job. Who saves people, too – but a good guy with a gun is barely an upgrade from a bad one. 

He kisses your fingers and finds heaven in the feeling of your soft skin against his lips. You are certainly embarrassed, and this is exactly what he wants – an old pervert trying to get in the pants of a cute girl who just wants to take care of him without any strings attached. He just has to make this whale thing complicated, isn’t he? 

— It’s okay, sir. Just thought I lost you for a second. 

— Not a chance. 

Your smile looks a tad bit mischievous – that is, or he is simply hallucinating from painkillers he is forced to drink every morning because you refuse to let him feel pain even though he is used to it. You are acting like he is a soft doll made out of pink ribbons and soft plushes, not a seasoned soldier with his own thoughts and ideas about what he can do about your desire to please him. He might just use your eagerness – his cock has been pitching for too long without female attention, and he usually doesn’t indulge in shitty one-night stands in some sketchy pubs, but he can make an exception for now. For you. 

You smile awkwardly, still trying to get your hand out of his grasp. Little minx, teasing him like he can’t just push you on this exact washing machine and fuck you like a slut you are. Poor girl, you probably don’t even know what kind of thoughts he has in his head – even though your eyes tell him something your lips cannot articulate. 

John acts on his instincts, and they usually don’t deceive him. 

— If you want to help so badly, I can think of another way. 

— Is that so, sir? You’re going to get him in so much shit with Lasswell, he doesn’t even know how he is going to get out of it after fucking her best little protege. Would have to marry you – like it’s not his end goal, like he doesn’t want to make your care for him a tad bit more permanent. He has done so many good things for humanity, why can’t he be a bit selfish and get himself a little something to make this place feel more like home? 

He thinks of a pretty thing like you, heavy with his kids, cooking something nice and hearty in his house – not this crappy apartment, of course, he’d buy you something in the countryside, away from terrorists and public squares, with good schools and greenery all around. 

You lick your lips and tilt your head to the side. He is daydreaming again. 

— If you want to make me relax so badly, love, there is something I need help with…

Beating around the bush like this isn’t in his character – but he knows that you’re a good girl, maybe way too good and proper. He can’t just shove his dick in your hand, it would be too unpolite. 

He has to prepare you, it’s a slow sniper mission where he needs to approach you as gently and quietly as possible – he still holds your hand in his, a phantom of his lips tucked away on the softness of your skin. 

Then he places his hand on his growing erection – as awkwardly as he can operate with only using his left arm as a helper. 

Price might not be the master of espionage, but he also didn’t get his rank for not being able to do cover missions under pressuring circumstances and lie in the faces of people who trust him. Not be the best person, of course, but he gives you a choice. You have all the power now – even with his weapons safely stashed in his bedroom, he knows he won’t ever try to force you. He won’t have to. 

— Help your captain, eh? 

You’re embarrassed, shy, scared even – your hands are trembling, fingers tracing the outline of his cock with morbid curiosity he never thought he’d find this adorable. You don’t stop and don’t try to fight him – like a little animal, nervous and terrified somewhat, you’re slowly indulging yourself in something that you actually shouldn’t. 

He lets go of your hand and allows you to continue on your own – like a good girl, you only nod and slowly duck your palm in his boxers. He’d say that the way he is rock-solid just from looking at your ass and pouting on your face is weak, but he can afford to be a bit pathetic after so many weeks without the ability to jerk off. With your watchful gaze, he just couldn’t find it in his heart – or the only remaining working hand – to do something to help with his raging crush on this adorable social worker who comes to help him. 

John is many things – a war hero, war criminal, the captain, and the butcher of many who may deem his actions irredeemable. He made peace with not being the poster good guy and often dirtying his hands just to keep the world clean – and he knows that, in the end, he deserves a pretty young thing to jerk him off while he kisses your hairline and whispers sweet nothing with that beautiful accent of his. 

— This is not very… appropriate, sir.

— Bullocks, love. You’re helpin’, that’s why you’re here. 

 You’re nervous when your hand, squeezing his shaft firmly, goes up and down on his cock. You’re trying to find the rhythm in his quiet grunts and little moans, not having too much experience with pleasuring men who you like this much. It’s fear of disappointing him that makes you go wild, that approving gaze of his every time you press your soft fingers against the head of his cock and squeeze a little. 

He is throbbing in your palm, pre-cum leaking on the small of your fingers – naturally, you lick it as slowly as possible, not breaking the eye contact. 

Price moans. 

— Bloody hell, luv…so good for daddy. 

The name makes your ears burn, the desire growing in your stomach – you fight the urge to drop on your knees and take him fully in your mouth. This isn’t what he wants, you think, so you just continue to squeeze him more, making sure he is satisfied with every little movement your hand makes. You lick your lips and continue, feeble attempts at containing the rhythm with shaky fingers. 

— I just wanted to help you with your life, not…this. 

He chuckles, unharmed hand presses on the small of your back to fix you in place. You lick your lips, understanding that he is not going to let you go this easily – you don’t want to behave like this, of course, it’s against the terms of your contract and your agreement to help him without feelings attached, but he moans so deeply for you, hips are buckling to fuck the firmness of your hand like he is ready to use your moist, prepared pussy. 

God, what are you even thinking about? 

You don’t know if you should be doing this, but the captain is not letting you go – and you can’t even do anything against his wishes, can you? 

— We really shouldn’t be doing this. 

— Quiet. I’ll help you out after my hand is healed, eh? — This isn’t what I’m talking about, sir. 

— Now, let’s not use that here. I’m sir in the field, not here. 

He is manipulating you as hard as he can – he can feel the tension in your eyes and the way you’re squeezing his cock, and he wants nothing more but to simply push you harder, make you fall apart in his hold like a precious porcelain vase. You’re sensitive and shy, just perfect for a bastard like him – his only regret is that the dumb cast on his right hand won’t really allow him to relax to have sex with you properly. 

He will pay you back later – on your back, on your knees, on your tummy, moaning his name as he plunges his seed deep into you. It was about time he’d settle down with a pretty wife of his own – he can afford you, certainly. 

— I can’t call you daddy, it’s embarrassing…

Your shy words are what send him over the edge. John Price was never a good guy to begin with, but your little pleas are enough to make him cum – and it’s certainly one of the biggest sins he has ever committed. Cute girl like you shouldn’t be so embarrassed about jerking him off, but here you are. 

Your hands are covered in cum as he continues to release his seed, only sad because he wasn’t able to breed you properly – that’s the agenda for the time when he finally is freed from this dumb cast. Might just ask Lasswell for extended leave. 

— You’ll just have to get used to this, love. Not letting you go after this. 

You can only whimper when he kisses you – possessive and tender at the same time. A silent promise of making you his dumb little wife. 

[hanafubukki]

*Casually strolls in again* Hello!! You called me back, and I shall deliver more! I was inspired by you (you lovely person and writer ❤️) once again for this scenario I would like to add on the previous scenario.

(Takes place during the dream of Book 7 where they are trapped in a dream. Where he finally meets Knight of Dawn and Reader)

Silver being shown the memory he keeps dreaming every time…

Finally he is able to fully discover and fully see the dreamlike memory…

He can see… himself surrounded by two people… holding him tight, loving and cherishing him… like he is their entire world…

But then the heart tendering moment gradually changes…

This time Silver is shown the women his mother now the only one in the room alongside him. The previous spot the man his father occupied is now… empty…

Reader is gently placing him down in a crib and caressing his face tenderly. Carefully covering him with blankets and making to keep him comfortable and warm. And hide him from the conflict.

Her still softly yet tearful singing to him. Tears trickling down from her eyes yet still tenderly smiling at him for the last time.

Silver reached his hand out to touch her but before he could, her figure and voice fades away…

[I’m evil. So sorry but at the same time, not sorry! Now excuse me, I shall take my leave again!*Running away again*

Until we meet again!

Ps. song I listen to this cover as well while thinking about silver again

https://youtu.be/etttoH0USGQ?si=b108AGI_8H7i7AA3]]

[continuation of these fics: A Moment in Time and In Our Embrace]

Hello Anonie 💚🌺🌸

Welcome back! I need a name for you, I’m going to call you “Silver Knight” because you leave Silver moments with Knight/Reader related scenarios.

Unless you want to pick a name for yourself of course 😂

Silver Knight Anonie, do you know the whiplash of emotions I felt? The compliment has me all gleeful and then I read the remaining ask and the heartbreak??

Why must you leave me in this despair?? 💔

If we are in that Silver moment when he falls to blot temporarily, when he believes he doesn’t deserve love, and he sees this??

Can you imagine how he feels? He feels his heritage, his bloodline, betrayed those he loves the most.

But then he sees this, his parents, and he doesn’t know how to feel. They who clearly loved him so much, who sacrificed everything for him? How could he think so negatively of them?

He doesn’t know what to do.

But then, just as Lilia called for him, he hears familiar voices.

[I’m setting a trap for you like those old cartoon for leaving me heartbroken like this Silver Knight Anonie😭, but never fear! I can add hope! I can add some fluff! 🥰😘

That cover song was so good, and she’s so pretty 💞🌸]

Summary: Love saves Silver once again.

"You don't deserve to cry!"

Silver fell to his knees, sobbing.

Why? Why?! How could he be born to this heritage? How could he betray his Father? Lord Malleus? Be the cause of their pain.

"My little love, why do you cry?"

Silver looked up in shock.

You.

It was you.

The one from his dreams.

He watched as you quickly walked towards a crib. The same cradle he had seen his father with. You picked up the babe and held him.

You rocked the baby gently, "There's no need to cry, sweetheart."

You twirl him around, squeals of laughter coming from the bundle.

"That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem But if I know you"

Silver had risen to his feet.

This dream. He knows this dream. No...it was a memory.

"I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream"

Silver watched as the Knight of Dawn joined you in your singing. The man that was once a hazy image in his dreams is now seen clearly.

The Knight of Dawn embraced his family.

You tapped the baby's nose, "See, my love? You are loved. There's no need to cry."

They...they loved me and I...

Silver clutched his chest.

I don't know. I don't know! What do I-argh!

The bright light of his ring blinded him before he was transported into another memory.

You were holding him, rocking him.

Yet, you seemed different.

Lonely.

"I will protect you From all around you I will be here Don't you cry"

You placed your precious bundle in the cradle. Tears fell from your face and yet you still smiled, making sure none touched your baby.

Silver neared you. He didn't want you to cry.

Please. Please. Don't cry.

"You'll be in my heart No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart Always"

"My little love, may you always be happy. May your eyes never cloud with sorrow. I pray they always be bright and true."

Those words!

Silver reaches for you, needing to wipe your tears as you have always surely done his.

Only for you to disappear.

No!

"Get up Silver! Do whatever it takes! Do not fall here!"

"My little love, do you not see? How loved you are."

Silver is filled with renewed determination. He would make sure everything would be right again.

"I will end this nightmare and bring my loved one’s smiles back!"

The ring lit up once again, engulfing the group in pastel colors.

"Our son."

Silver gasped, eyes widening.

It was you and him.

“You two are-”

Both smiled.

Silver fell.

Yes, I did use “once upon a dream” and “you’ll be in my heart” song.

Yes, I did use those lines that Lilia told Silver in book 7 chapter 1 about clear eyes without sorrows.

Yes, I am curled up in bed and in the feels. 💔🥺

But did I not say?! I will give some fluff! Some hope! 💚💚💗💗 and I meant it 🫶💞☺️🥹

[frvnkcastles]

Hi! Could you maybe do something where the reader and Frank are hanging out(romantic or platonic idrc) and they run into a man who groomed the reader when she was a teenager? It doesn’t have to necessarily be that he assaulted her, but it could have still been an inappropriate relationship. The reader could like freeze up. I’ve been in a similar situation and it’s such a mix of emotions sometimes you can just shut down no matter how much you practiced this very scenario in your head. I feel like Frank might not understand at first but when he did would be pissed. I know you do more PTSD oriented asks, but I thought this might also be in your lane. Also I hope you’re doing good and even if you never respond to this I’ll enjoy whatever you write :)

ALL OF OUR SINS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you see a man from your past, Frank is the one person you can turn to.

Warnings: Past grooming, almost a panic attack, language, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: I am incredibly touched that you wanted me to tell this story, I hope I did your request justice. Thank you for being patient with me :) I’m sending lots of (consensual) hugs your way, I hope you are doing well <3

It hadn’t occurred to you that you should have your guard up after all these years. Especially with Frank by your side. But it seemed that the past loved the tendency to sneak up on you when you least expected it, ripping open old wounds that had nearly healed and faded into scars you tried to carry despite their weight. Or, at the very least, you couldn’t come to another conclusion when on a completely normal day, a perfectly unassuming Tuesday, you saw him.

You were walking down the street with Frank next to you, his hands in his pockets but his intimidating frame enough to ward off any potential evil-doers. You were under his protection and anyone with a sound mind understood as much from the mere sight of him towering by your smaller figure.

You supposed that dubbed the man from your past as anything but reasonable.

You heard your name first, and instinctively, you stopped walking and glanced over your shoulder. As soon as you saw him, your mouth ran dry and any life drained from your face — he, on the other hand, came up to you with a smile like you were old friends.

”Hey, there. It’s been, God, years, hasn’t it? You look great”, he began his tirade of pleasantries, all the while you ducked your head low and avoided his gaze. You murmured something in return, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that whoever was talking your ear off right now was an unwelcome guest.

Frank had stopped walking, as well, and appeared by your side like a guard dog, standing proudly next to you with a cold stare in his dark eyes. Still, you could tell he was confused — it was no one he recognized, but the two of you had shared almost everything there was to know about each other.

Nonetheless, when the man standing across from you reached for your shoulder with his hand, Frank stepped forward to stop him, just as you flinched back from the touch. Menacing as always, Frank stared the older man down, silent but more than capable of delivering his message without a single word.

”And is this the boyfriend, huh? I did always wonder who the lucky guy would be, missy”, the man chuckled, stepping away with his hands held up in his own defense. Frank lifted an eyebrow at him before reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze — though not quite as tight as the grip you closed his fingers in.

”Yeah, that’s right”, Frank spoke up when you didn’t seem to get any words out. ”And we ain’t lookin’ for a third. Have a… well, the day you deserve”, he decided simply before tugging you along and promptly walking you away from the man who stayed behind and watched you leave.

Fuck, how could you have frozen like that? Even now, your ears were buzzing and Frank’s concerned words didn’t manage to break through the blur, and as the panic inside you increased, tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. It was like ice-cold water had been dumped over you, like you had been slapped in the face. You hadn’t been prepared for that — God, you hadn’t even thought about the stupid, selfish, greedy man in so long and here he was, coming up to you with small-talk like he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

Frank’s hand touched your shoulder and you flinched in a way that had his face twisting with regret and pain. You immediately moved to apologize, but before you could, he spoke up and dropped his hand from your shoulder to your fingertips in the briefest, gentlest little caress.

”You okay, sweetheart?” he grumbled in that worried, low tone of his that you knew all too well, and his care alone got you to smile a little bit.

”I’m okay”, you confirmed, even if you couldn’t hide the way you wiped your eyes. ”Let’s just go home.”

And agreeing with a quiet nod, Frank took your hand, no longer just strolling by your side like a shadow, but making sure you knew he had your back.

Still, neither of you could get the uncomfortable interaction out of your mind. Frank could tell from the way you kept zoning out throughout the day, and his own heart was gnawed by the need to do something about it. He knew you’d speak up about it if you wanted to, but when it was near midnight and you began preparing for bed, he took a headfirst dive into uncharted territory and stopped you with his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

”Hey, if I’m bein’ an asshole, you just tell me to fuck off, aight?” he started while holding your hand and sitting on the edge of your bed, and turning back to him instead of heading for the bathroom like you had intended, you chuckled. ”That was… shitty, what happened today. You can play it cool all you want but I see you, girl. And I think it could be really good to talk about it. So, if you wanna rant to me about that… man, then ’m all ears”, Frank continued, and with an exposed look, you glanced away from him but he reeled you in closer.

”Look at you”, you whispered, ”Frank Castle, the king of communication.”

Frank snorted. ”I’m tryin’, at least. For you, y’know?” he shrugged before licking his lips and locking eyes with you in the most irresistible way. ”Communicate with me, huh?”

With a thick swallow, you sat down next to him on the bed and traced mindless patterns on the back of his hand. ”He was a family friend. He was around a lot when I was a teenager”, you began, pursing your lips together as your voice got quieter. ”He was inappropriate with me, I guess you could say. I didn’t realize how wrong it was at the time, but looking back, I’m really lucky nothing bad actually happened. It was just… things he’d say, you know? The way he acted around me, just…”, you trailed off, and when you found the courage to look up at Frank, you saw him staring back at you with full attention but his eyebrows drawn together and his jaw clenched.

”I didn’t lead him on—”, you started again, but Frank cut you off with a scoff.

”Sweetheart, of course you didn’t. You did nothin’ wrong. That piece of shit? He’s an asshole. He deserves… he deserves to have his face beaten in, I swear to God, I—”, he tried, but you could tell his anger was getting the best of him. You placed both hands on his cheeks and shushed him, but he spoke up, nonetheless.

”I can’t tell you how fuckin’ sorry I am. That’s… you never should have gone through that, aight? That ain’t okay. He ain’t a safe person to be around and I’m… I’mma make sure no one else has to be in that situation with him again”, he swore, and swallowing, you nodded. You had figured he’d take matters into his own hands, and knowing him, you had no intention or willingness to stop him.

”Okay”, you breathed out, ”but stay with me first?”

Relaxing a little bit, Frank nodded and rested his forehead against yours. ”I love you, sweet girl. I’m sorry you haven’t always been treated right. I swear I’mma do my everythin’ to be different”, he insisted, and with a smile, you repeated his nod. He placed a kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes, just breathed him in.

And when he slipped out later that night, you knew he’d be out doing his thing, and you supposed some of the big bad Punisher’s morals had rubbed off on you, because… you felt relieved. And more importantly, with him, you felt safe.

[slova-the-necromancer]

a dive into the symbolism in "forged in fog"

exactly how the title of the post sounds, i have this so insanely on the mind and i wanted it in a slightly easier format than google docs to have accessible. while i'm at it, too, i'd like to share my thoughts and possibly hear others on the matter. more specifically, this is about tome 14, so..yappening under the cut.

SO. when i was in between classes today, i was looking at tarhos's tome armor/the rift outfit that you got for that tome. most notably, taking a magnifying glass to the symbolic concept of "hear no evil/see no evil" represented in the helmet, and looking a lot at the in-game description saying something along the lines of how he was made to wear that by his lord. see below, looking at the hands over the ears and the eyes.

this led me down a REALLY deep rabbit hole in regards to the origins of this old western proverb that we are all so familiar with, and most notably at first, i found 2.

the four wise monks from buddhism, dating back to ancient china. practicing right mindfulness, right speech, right action, and right livelihood.

from that concept in buddhism came another interpretation from 14th century japan, the three wise monkeys. mizaru, roughly meaning "does not see," kikazaru, or "does not hear," and iwazaru, or "does not speak.

the problem i found with trying to link these interpretations back to the tome is that neither of these have any relation to the italian renaissance. the italian renaissance was, obviously, a christian/catholic renaissance. at this point in history, buddhism was very largely untouched by the west, and this held true until around the 19th century. this isn't even BEGINNING to count the isolationist policies of 14th century southeast asia. apologies if some stuff here is wrong, this is NOT my field of study!

this is a problem because, as we know, tarhos and vittorio are dated from 1391, and historians pretty generally agree that the renaissance has its origins in the 14th century. it's really more...the span of the renaissance that's argued. there's some pretty blatant symbolism here that doesn't make MUCH sense to have reached 14th century italy, even for a nobleman such as vittorio who, like most, was probably a sponsor in the arts and exploration. by this point in my research, i really just started bitching about the historical accuracy-- or rather, inaccuracy-- and how BHVR really seems to prioritize aesthetics over period-relevance.

BUT!!! a little bit more reading brought me to look further into confucius and his teachings!

according to national geographic, "The main idea of Confucianism is the importance of having a good moral character, which can affect the world around a person through the idea of cosmic harmony. This moral character is achieved through the virtue of ren, or 'humanity,' which leads to more virtuous behaviors, such as respect, altruism and humility." so huh! just based on that, it really kind of feels like we're onto something based on the characterization of vittorio that BHVR gives us. (from what i'm aware of, i'm more of a tarhos guy)

confucius writes in The Analects in chapter 12, "Yen Yuan asked about perfect virtue. The Master said, "To subdue one's self and return to propriety, is perfect virtue. If a man can for one day subdue himself and return to propriety, an under heaven will ascribe perfect virtue to him. Is the practice of perfect virtue from a man himself, or is it from others?' Yen Yuan said, 'I beg to ask the steps of that process.' The Master replied, 'Look not at what is contrary to propriety; listen not to what is contrary to propriety; speak not what is contrary to propriety; make no movement which is contrary to propriety.' Yen Yuan then said, 'Though I am deficient in intelligence and vigor, I will make it my business to practice this lesson.'" i feel like this in and of itself can be seen as symbolic of best-case scenario tarhos and vittorio, because it is ABUNDANTLY clear that this path to enlightenment is virtually nonexistent for the former-- tarhos is more the one prattling on and on about foolishness towards vittorio, not himself. but here we see the roots that buddhism and, by extension, japanese philosophy both pull from, confucius defining propriety as "proper behavior and interactions."

from here, i made an effort to link this idea back to the italian renaissance. it's all speculation of whether or not there was really any confucian influence in the italian/european renaissance-- we're looking at a time about 400-ish years before deistic teachings emerged (god as the secondary driving force, morality and humanity first and foremost as the number one influence. think martin luther and voltaire). here, we're looking more at very early/preliminary enlightenment, so very philosophical, less scientific. i won't say objective because NOTHING in history is objective. here's what we know in regards to possible relevance:

confucian's teachings weren't really translated until the 17th century by the jesuits.

in the later half of the 13th century, the polos returned to venice after a few excursions to china, reaching as far as what is known now as modern day beijing.

in the mid-to-late-ish 14th century, there was a cessation of european roman-catholic missionaries and merchants from china after establishment of the ming dynasty, and reestablishment of ethnic han rule.

it feels a little bit like a big nothing burger here, so at this point, i'm kind of about ready to throw my hands up and say whatever, i'm putting more thought into this than BHVR has.

now, i'll run through the actual interpretations of the proverb, much less "how did they even KNOW about this??"

the proverb has multiple meanings, as many ideas in philosophy do.

from a glass half full standpoint, we can look at it like...this is the peak of spiritual consciousness. living with an awareness of what we take in, what we see, what we hear, how we act, and what we say. we have the power, as the individual, to choose to see what is right with people, as opposed to what is wrong with them.

from a glass half empty standpoint, this can all be taken the exact same way but sort of flipped on its head a little bit. instead of the active choice being made by the individual to do all of these things, it can be seen as practicing willful ignorance. seeing the bad in making the choice to not acknowledge wrongdoing, to ignore the world around us, to pick and choose the things and ideas that confirm our biases of human nature and the "inherent goodness" of people.

both of these interpretations for SURE apply greatly to the forged in fog lore in general. again, not a vittorio guy, but i see him more as the former, seeking enlightenment and knowledge and doing so peacefully, while tarhos's criticisms of him and of noble society is the latter.

tarhos views the nobles and the knights as cowards that are shielding themselves from and wrapping themselves in the security of this idea of justice, choosing only to see and hear the good when their actions and legacies are just absolutely...bathed in blood. a bloody legacy that they are choosing to ignore. people who practice willful ignorance being so far up on their own high horse that they just can't look down and see the people that they are trampling into the ground. tarhos as this superior moral being-- how he KNOWS he's evil and he doesn't deny it, but it's the fact that these same exact people pick and choose what to praise him for. this begs the questions from him...what makes the atrocities he commits righteous and honorable? is it only worthy of praise when he's receiving a paycheck for them?

FINALLY getting into the design of the armor now holy shittt.

all of those ideas, ultimately leading up to THIS, is why BHVR's choice of depicting the physical representation of this proverb onto tarhos-- the exact OPPOSITE of someone that would willingly uphold these ideals-- is so unbelievably interesting to me. the personification of see no evil and hear no evil forced onto him by his employer, who he views as some...self-righteous douchebag, and what to him, feels like just downright ignorance and foolishness.

in the video, too, we see tarhos committing these atrocities that are outlined in the tome lore. he's killing, pillaging, thieving, what have you, and by the end of it?

a VERY VERY nice and up close and personal shot of that helmet, of that symbol of good morals and proper conduct, of propriety. we see the streaks on the hands covering the eyes, honestly probably dripping blood but also looks veiny and reminiscent of like...corruption and how that's depicted in art, or maybe some cracks in the visage we see. and then, the zoom out shot of him stabbing the sword into the man, giving us a pretty clear juxtaposition of just absolutely bastardizing and twisting this ideal that stems from good faith.

the final shot that we see at the end of the video gives us a good view of the cape, too. on it is what is universally know as the scales of justice, but we can see that the scales are tipped-- and i know that's not just the cape moving because you can see it earlier on in the video, too, this is just a more clear shot of him walking away from the scene. i unfortunately got a not great screenshot of the cape being a little straighter ough. justice in a literal representation of the ideals of vittorio, yes, but also, perhaps a new, metaphorical representation of the scales of justice tipped in favor of tarhos's idea of what it means? of the way that he views himself as the judge, jury, and executioner? like this decision of his is what weighs the scales down in his favor.

fin.

if anyone made it this far, i'd be happy to hear any other thoughts! of course, this is non-exhaustive-- again, in regards to the history of it, not my circus, not my monkeys, i'm just a guy that likes the knight a little bit too much. plus i myself might expand on this some more and edit it a little, too, because in my lots and lots of searching, i saw arguments that the "virtue politics" of the italian renaissance have some striking similarities to confucianism. my school library has a book on that that i'm planning on taking out later this week.

TLDR; i crave historical accuracy, and pieces of lore that i can put together like a puzzle. in regards to accuracy, it feels like BHVR took 3 different puzzles together in a box and just shook it up. historical accuracy aside though, the symbolism is SO GOOD. yum yum yum BHVR please release the knight cosmetic in the shop already.

[redhead-batgal]

can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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[mask131]

Reading the original Conan tales after only knowing pop-culture images and fictional derivatives for a long time is a very interesting experience.

It is true that a lot of fantasy tropes, cliches and typical characters/scenarios do come from this series... It also helps that Howard was basically writing by archetype variations, repeating endlessly the same skeleton with different sets of organs and skins - faithful to the true Weird Tales/pulpy fiction tradition.

Also true that a lot of the problems and bad things recurring in older fantasy come from this series. Conan is a poster boy of toxic masculinity X) Though it is hard to take the whole thing seriously due to how Howard uses "barbarian" and "civilized" in a very... free way let's say. Conan's writing was basically a prophecy of those modern-day macho-influencers with their obsession for "living like a real man". I mean when you start writing that "waking up like a barbarian man, and not a civilized man" is waking up immediately ready to act and jump, immediately aware of everything and everyone around you, a la Granny Weatherwax...

Speaking of Discworld: reading Conan's original stories makes me enjoy even more Conan parodies (Discworld's Cohen) or subversions (Abercrombie's Ninefingers)

People do not give the Conan series enough credit for shaping the "evil sorcerer" character type in fantasy with its MYRIADS of evil priests, wicked wizards and other devious sorcerers.

We GET IT Howard, you're afraid of SNAKES okay (and to monkeys on a secondary degree) YOU'RE REALLY NOT SUBTLE ABOUT IT. I know understand where the bizarre snake obsession of the Cthulhu mythos came from - I mean alongside horrors like Nyarlathotep or Azathoth you have stuff like Yig who just... gave birth to a snake? And is a sort of snake man, or big snake? And that's it? Now I get who pushed for this...

Speaking of the Conan-Lovecraft connections: you thought Lovecraft's stories were racist? WAIT UNTIL YOU READ THE CONAN TALES. And I couldn't even get though the first Solomon Kane story... Wow.

The way the women are written. It's... interesting.

But despite all of the stuff that make you roll your eyes or laugh out loud due to how ridiculous it is... There's scenes here and there of, you know, good old' darkly poetic, eldritch-cosmic fantasy, where you see more of the Lovecraftian Circle influence. I don't like the series as a whole and some stories were clearly written hastily for a penny at a magazine, but I also completely agree that some of the Conan tales are absolutely classics of fantasy which shaped the genre as a whole.

Also enhances my love for the Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser stories, as a well-needed, fresh, shaking update to the Conan-styled fantasy.

I need to re-watch the movies now that I read the original stories. I know there are the comics and D&D between the two but I need to rewatch the movies to see how the evolution went, and whether it will make me laugh as much.

[nugulover69]

Hello! Hope you’re having a great day ✌️

Came to say thank you for your tokupostings, always fun and incredible, definitely storing a lot of stuff in my memory vocabulary salad and some pictures to my phone.

Have nothing substantial to ask but really having “there should more kusakapostings day”. Saw the screens from that Movie I’ll probably not watch and “Kusaka” saying he and Takumi were friends which is a theme sometimes. For some reason. The intricacies of a relationship that are so beautiful and fucking stupid. Tbh I’m always wondering if Takumi hated him as much as fandom says he did, I blacked out whole Faizwatching. Frankly tho, don’t care that much and thinking about this from your reblog instead:

That one promotional series where moe hag Takumi is obsessed with new fish Mari found and Kusaka who just pours water on him… the worst domesticity known to man, incredible actually? And no one will talk about it. Haven’t watched second part so the thought of Kusaka killing new fish Takumi actually likes and then gaslighting him, idk, something something domestic toxic yaoi something something need more funny takusaka jokes in my life

Also I find the fact the person behind Kusaka Evil Rap original song is trans so amazing, the full circle of life

Thank uuuu I like knowing my posting can change someone’s speech irreparably lol

Everyone should be thankful that I’m more of a sentai guy than a rider guy and that Faiz is a bad shitty ass show instead of a good show. If either of these scenarios were the opposite, you’d all unfollow me for yapping abt my ugly-hot cancelled wife too much

I’ll admit my memory of Faiz isn’t the best either bc I binged it in a week while on spring break. My college-fried brain wasn’t in the best condition to try and absorb the utter nonsense that unfolded before my eyes. That and I watched it with the shitty TVN subs bc the better updated subs didn’t exist at that time. Even when I rewatched a bunch of episodes for “finding good clips to make gifs out of for Kusaka Day purposes” (with the better subs too), I still could not tell you the plot. incomprehensible show but it is funny bad for the most part

It’ll never not be weird to me that every subsequent piece of Faiz and Faiz-related media keeps INSISTING that Takumi and Kusaka are besties actually bc ???? no they weren’t? Like okay they warmed up to each other a lil bit by the end of Faiz, Takumi was sad when he found Kusaka’s soot remains after all, but I’d sooner define them as “begrudging allies against the same threat” than “friends”. All of this is def bc Kento Handa and Kohei Murakami are shoot besties irl, sang a gay ass duet of Justiφ's and everything. they willed their incorrect yaoi into existence, fudanshi gods I think

Maaaaaybe I could buy that Takumi thinks of Kusaka as a friend after a lot of time has passed, having matured out of his edgy emo teenager phase. EXCEPT Paradise Regained went “Takumi is still a whiny brooding lil baby even at 40” so fuck my drag ig (these two literally share like 2 minutes of screen time together in PR btw)

Also in PR the fact that KUSAKA is the one saying “oh we were such good friends weh” is even more egregious. This man, had he lived just a lil longer in the og show, was this 🤏 close to inventing a new slur for Takumi. He would NEVER call that bitchass wolf his friend

I didn’t watch the Murder Case two episode bonanza bc Paradise Regained winded me. I just saw someone else post caps of Takumi cooing at a plastic fish and thought “man they just let Inoue do whatever the fuck, he’s truly living the writers dream”

Honestly though I’m up for fully ignoring established canon bc the concept of bitter old married couple Takumi and Kusaka is in fact very funny to me. When Takumi jokes abt the old ball and chain, Kusaka comes up from behind and nails him in the cock with an actual ball and chain. Faiz has always been comedy actually Inoue has been playing 5D chess with us for two decades now

It is so funny how that rap perfectly suited Kusaka, like it wasn’t made for him but it just feels like it was. paper-mario-wiki truly the best to ever do it on this webbed site

[dollivication]

Hihiiiii, this is gonna be long, i've got a rant AND an idea thingy. i've mentioned before not bein into anyone other than Wesker in Resident Evil buuuut I just watched Resident Evil: Vendetta and I GET THE HYPE, I ADMIT, I GET IT. LEON'S MODEL IS SO FINE. I'm guilty to say seeing him in the movie and the old games vs in RE2+4 Remake, I prefer this design. He's more rugged? LAIK I KNOW HE STARTS OFF AS A ROOKIE BUUUT THEY COULDA KEPT HIS LOOK I saw people speaking about the newer design for his character saying they gave him the 'dumbass pretty boy' look cuz it makes more sense for him as a rookie cop in 2 but man.... Rookies can look like anything so if that were the case for the change....eeeeeh.... Also unpopular opinion, I also prefer Louis' old design. I'M SORRY, HE DOES GIVE OFF THE CREEPY UNCLE VIBE IN THE REMAKES MODEL. ANYWAY, I hope you're doing well today, staying hydrated and fed! Gotta look after yourself above all else. To make this less of a rant, I shall be the first (I think) to make a Wesker scenario/idea thingy. Wesker is all about himself, right? It's a part I surprisingly love about him. BUT LAIK, if he deems you special enough to make you his 'pet', just know he's NEVER letting you leave him. He knows all, where you go, who you talk to, what you're doing, etc. And if you even think of trying to contact anyone (perhaps a certain STARS agent...) you can find yourself tied up by his Uroboros tentacles and used for hours until he's done with work and uses you himself. He's superior, he tells you that, and he'll fill you up with his cum, talk about giving you a 'purpose' , laik breeding you to have his obviously 'superior, god-like children' OOP- He's a feckin menace, I can imagine if you go to get help in person (he has eyes on you at all times, so ofc you can roam around but not for long if you keep creep round some rookie or CHRIS) you'll end up in a bloody puddle, not dead but certainly taught a lesson... ☉▵☉ JUST AN IDEA FROM A DEPRAVED WESKER FAN DON'T MIND MEEE Love ya, Dolly (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ -Nell 🍓

NELLLLLL HAI HAILLO HEY :3!!!! WHEN I SAW THIS I LIT UP I CANNOT LAI… it’s always a treat to hear from yu!!! ^.^ and oh my we have MUCH TO DISCUSS TAKE A SEAT MWAAA 🩷🩷🩷

VENDETTA LEON IS JUST A SKRUNKLE!!!! HE IS a sopping wet andgrumpy kity… AND NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,, it would be interesting to see him laik dat in re2.. laik how could this stingy critter get even stingier… a leon miserable from the start would’ve been pretty funy methinks LMAO

you are SO right about luis’ old design you are voicing thoughts i am 2 shy to say.. laik his new design is great!! but there’s a certain peculiarity to his old wan that screams yucky weirdo uncle.. might be dat wack ass hair and outfit GIGGLING he looks laik a vampire too !!! they’re both in special parts of my heart…. 🩷

I AMMM DOING SPLENDID and oh my lordy lord i forgot to drink water today THANK you for the reminder LMHREKSLFG i promise that’s not usually like me.. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING THE SAME HOWEVER !!!!!! please take lots o care!!!! >.<

THE. THE WESKER SCENARIO. IM SAT.!!!!??? TENTACLES,, ESPECIALLY FROM UROBOROS,,, ARE THE WAY TO MY HEART …. THE SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. BY JOVE!!! he’s so narcissistic and he’d probably tell you to be thankful that he chose you to have his kids… anyone would die for a chance like that!! (he is NOT wrong HEL))

his freaky ass would probably even put a shock collar on you,… god forbid you do anything that’s remotely out of line! AND ESPECIALLY god forbid you go near chris he’ll actually tweak the fuck out … i want wesker to stab me and say it was my fault for pushing him i CANNOT lie.. laik yur rite king i’m sorryIMSO SANE IM SO SANY

nell i’m hugging yu so tightly rn this crumb of thought was yumy… i lauv wesker so badly….sighs dreamily💔💔💔

[everlasting-rainfall]

Me Rambling about a Character I’m Into

BEWARE THAT THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP WITH THE MANGA OR IF YOU CARE ABOUT SPOILERS

I’M SERIOUS, I WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE AND IF YOU TRY TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE THEN I WILL MAKE FUN OF YOU BECAUSE THIS WARNING WAS RIGHT HERE

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

MANGA SPOILERS, Impregnation, Kidnapping, Being Put into a Stockade, Isolation, Everlasting-Rainfall being stupid in love, death mention

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So I honestly have to truly say that I have it BAAAAADDD for a character like it’s not even funny and we haven’t really seen too much of this guy…

This guy’s name is Figarland Garling and god, the second that I laid eyes on this guy in his first reveal. He was making me feel things like I know he’s like super mega evil but I can’t really help myself like holy shit…

This guy hits so many buttons for me and a lot of the scenarios that I like but have trouble seeing other characters that I enjoy do are things that he might do so it just like 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And I know that he looks like Mac Tonight in One Piece world but I just don’t care!

Like even when he’s younger and not a crescent moon like his old man self, it’s still enough to just… Fuck…

I know that I’m probably not really making any cohesive sense here with the things that I’m saying but know that I’m totally in love with this evil ass fuckin moon man…

I keep imagining scenarios where it’s like I tried to escape him only for him to find me and drag my ass home with him, he wants to remind me of who exactly I belong to and it leaves me screaming out his name underneath him leaving scratches down his back, he won’t stop either until he’s satisfied and I likely have a baby in my belly

Or like he decides that I’ve been really bad so he takes me and puts me in like one of those stockades after removing all of my clothes so I can’t struggle then he just starts absolutely fucking me senseless from behind. Maybe even leaving me there covered in his cum for a day until he decides that I’ve learnt my lesson and gives me some much needed aftercare once I have

Like truly honestly, I wouldn’t even mind if he got like super Yandere protective over me to the point where he never let me leave his home or let anyone else talk to me cause holy fuck…

Or what if he came to me one day and had me kidnapped so I could be his wife and bear his children?! God, that would kill me right then and there! I hope he wouldn’t mind having a ghost wife bear his children!

God, this man… I would run from him screaming my lungs out from terror if I saw him in real life but in the world of fiction? 🥵

I fear what the other holy knights look like as lord almighty, I might be fucked to hell and back…

[olberic]

keep in mind im only like 20 hours in (but am aiming for as completionist as i can get without a guide) but like. man i dont know. im having fun playing veilguard as a video game with fun combat and great visuals but this thing is not a dragon age game. which is a real shame because the first three games gave it SO much to build on. like its just all the little things.

magic healing had really interesting lore in the first two games, especially with the concept of spirit healers. even in inquisition they had the idea of having to use elfroot to make/restock your healing potions, which were pretty finite, and in da2 there were only so many that you had to buy. but in veilguard theres just… pots of them? youre in ancient ruins you should be preserving for study and the game wants you to break shit for a thousand year old healing potion? its one thing for it to be entertaining gaming but another for it to just disregard the lore set up in previous games.

dalish elves are totally raised to believe in their creators as benevolent gods, right? so why is an elven rook so blatantly flippant about “yep we’re killing the elven gods that are real and evil!” and all the dalish just say “oh damn we have to kill our gods that are real and evil even though we have no proof of this”

the blight. the mere CONCEPT of the blight in dao was terrifying. having its only lore explanation as “the maker’s curse for the ancient magisters’ hubris” being something almost obviously being wrong, but still not having a true explanation. darkspawn showed some level of intelligence — not just with the architect, but in that they build their own weapons and structures! that they knew when to retreat, who to target! the idea of TOUCHING anything blighted was terrifying, something that could be fatal to your warden, to hawke’s sibling, hell it’s behind aveline’s whole story. but in veilguard theyre functionally just zombies. and u can stand in fully blighted space with only a minor temporary penalty. like. what.

dai heavily implying hawke and their LI caused a ruckus in weisshaupt and made the wardens shut themselves away, saying that your warden from dao was researching how to cure the blight — potentially as a mage themselves, and potentially with the research from avernus and the architect — but all of that is just… not addressed.

is varric not still kirkwall’s viscount. should we not let him out of the lighthouse so he can stop that city from exploding again.

mage rights being SUCH a huge deal in the other games and just…totally skimmed over. even if we think of the best case scenario, that a decade later nobody bats an eye at free mages, should it not be so recent that theres signs of the historic centuries-long oppression theyve faced. is nobody in this world mad at how theyve been treated by most of thedas.

ik inquisition did it too but i miss my sovereigns/silvers/coppers money system. “+6 gold coins” grow up for real

even from a plain old mechanics standpoint, theres no combat pausing, no fun or freedom or control for the party members in combat. like this could be any action game theres absolutely nothing to link it to any dragon age history.

why can random ass warriors and rogues use floating elven magic. why can warriors summon floating shields and cast flaming weapons and necrotic damage.

seriously i LIKE the combat but its just antithetical to what we’ve learned and been told in the previous games from a lore perspective. like come on.

i cant even get into the elf and qunari stuff itll piss me off too bad. but like idk all the things in dragon age that i love and that made me think so fondly of the series for so much of life is just… gone. this could be any fantasy action game. theres nothing dragon age in here. what made the magic and elves and darkspawn and cultural details feel so unique are gone.

[spacehostilityy]

My NNT rewatch s1ep19-24

Ps these are backlogged lol I watched fast but then ran out of time for work. Posting this now bc I'm going to Appalachia to visit family and will have very little wifi lol

I know Elaine is pretty underdeveloped (nothing a little fanfic can't fix), but I do love how even in flashbacks, she's more serious and responsible than king

Why was Diane still like 6 after hundreds of years ?? Like why wouldn't they just show her aging?

ITS BEEN 500 YEARS? Meaning only a couple centuries before present?? WHY IS DIANE SO SMALL? HOW BAD WAS HER GROWTH SPURT???

Damn king rlly said mercy kill

The Druids having the technique Enslavement of the Dead is actually really cool because it shows us that the goddess race really was that fucked up from the very beginning. Like the characters realize that Ludociel and Nerobasta are not all there made out to be eventually, but we can see just from the types of abilities the druids (aka those closest to and led by the goddess race) possess

Hendrickson saying "bien, princesa" or EVEN BETTER "THAT'S A GOOD GIRL" LIKE ASDJSKFJSL hes evil and a little annoying but so fcking hot

Ban telling Meliodas he loves him and then trying to kill him while meliodas is just like bitch I'm busy we can do this later is so funny

this man gives zero fucks

Ban being the first to realize (after merlin obvi, but she always knew) that Meliodas is a demon and also being the first to accept him means so much to me. This is why I love their relationship. No matter how horrible the other seems to be (or is lol), they stand by each other. I mean not in this specific scenario, but Ban only cares bc the horn of cernunos told him to, so I don't think it really counts. (im delusional)

also I'm typing this on my laptop now and I forgot that I can type this fast ehehe AND i found a way to screenshot so no more taking pics of my laptop for meee

Something about characters begging for death (ban and meliodas) makes me become obsessed with them (i am mentally ill)

MELIODAS BEING WILLING TO LET BAN KILL HIM (if he can do so successfully lol)😭 I know he would just come back, but he would be stuck in Purgatory ASJDKFJSL I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH

every day, i find out just how i much i am capable of shipping them and every day that limit is surpassed

straight besties that would literally die for each other is the ideal fictional relationship

esp bc melizabeth (my actual main ship) doesn't get rlly good until she regains her memories/is a flashback

AJSHDFKSDB FNFKS BAN PICKING UP GIL WHILE MARGARET AND VIVIAN SOB AND JUST TELLING THEM "im borrowing this"

bro i totally forgot dreyfus fucking dies how does he come back??

ok ban is having his MOMENT after finding out hendy has been using the corpse of the red demon HE killed 20 yrs ago

also I know ban is like 43 and the whole twilight argument is edward is basically just a 100 year old man so following that logic, Ban is middle aged BUT as someone who is close in age to Ban from before he became immortal, that man is the most 23 year old man to ever 23 year old man. He is chronically in his early 20s frfr

king realizing in that moment judt how wrong he was abt the destruction of the fairykings' forest is the biggest oh fuck moment lol

also i may have 🏴‍☠️ed the bandit ban ova to hurt my own feelings

hendy taunting ban by saying his demonic powers are all thanks to him and ban just saying he's "always happy to help" is such a mood honestly

hendy gets hotter with every demon transformation😔

Meliodas and Ban mourning hawk actually makes me so sad wtf

elizabeth is such a bad bitch when she awakens her power i love her

also hendy being like wow such a powerful druid as if he himself is not a druid and should know this power (and her eyes) is goddess level 🤨

i bet meliodas was shitting himself trying to see whether or not re reawakened her memories tho like damn he was actually probably so scared he would lose her in 3 days without the chance to break their curses

Diane and Ban having the exact same expression is actually rlly funny to me

LAST EP OF SEASON 1!!!!!

WAIT OMG IS HE GOING TO REVENGE COUNTER👀👀

wow i remember so little of season 1 lol

them all just beating the everloving shit out of meliodas is entirely too funny to me

HAHA i was RIGHT about revenge counter im literally a genius

😏 face down ass up babygorl

this is one of the cutest frames in the whole show fr fr😌

Diane: "Sorry we didnt come for you sooner!☺️" King: "Yeah we've never kidnapped a princess before haha :}"

so in the very last after credits scene, gil, howzer, and griamore are all standing around Dreyfus's work table staring at the drawing of meliodas's demon mark as. But as we know from other characrers later on, can have lots of different marks. Meliodas, Zeldris, and Estarossa all have the same one, but maybe this is a family thing? But if it is, why would demon!Hendy have it?? is the grey denon somehow a relatuve of the demon bros lol

anyway I FINISHED SEASON ONEEEEE

ill do a mini ramble over the ovas that netflix likes to call season 2 then move on to the read deal

[unohanabbygirl]

If we are talking vampire AUs for hotd/f&b then allow me to share my own headcanon. I always envision vampirism only being passed down through childbirth through a Valyrian mother. This is extremely spicy because it means that all of Rhaenyra’s children are vampires while Alicent’s are just normal blonde children. Women like Aemma and Jocelyn also need to marry Valyrian men elsewise the magic in the blood would be too weak to produce vampire children. While this lends Rhaenyra more legitimacy, lords who are strict followers of the Seven are more preferring of the targtowers. They want Targaryens and dragon riders, but without the vampirism. I just love this idea because it would mess so badly with Aemond’s sense of superiority. He would be so resentful of Alicent for not making him a true Targaryen, but also he would still be brainwashed into partially thinking vampires are a sin against the Seven and the gods want the Hightowers to cleanse the Valyrian blood of it. On the other hand, there’s no possible way that Rhaenyra’s boys aren’t confident in their own skin. No one would dare utter bastard rumors when they legit are snackin on people for three square meals a day. Vamp!Luke and Human!Aemond is something we need.

Vampirism only being passed down from a Valyrian mother is genius. It makes a lot of sense for a verity of reasons considering the instances of stillborn Targ children having various dragon like treats which leads us to believe there’s a connection between Valyrian magic and the growth of a child in the womb. It lowkey gives me twilight vibes in this scenario considering vampiric children (in this case halfbloods) needing to feed on their mothers to ensure survival along with them having the strength to break ribs! In order to survive carrying a Valyrian/vampire child the mother needs to be one herself. Hence the Targtower kids being normal everyday children with silver hair.

I also like the idea of women needing to marry other Targ men as to not weaken it as you said, but also so the magic within them isn’t too widespread. You know? Can’t have every house out here claiming that shit too, that’s when things get messy. However, houses who are dedicated to the fate think vampirism is much too evil. Something that will eventually bring about ruin and lead to a sort of armageddon if you will.

This fucks with Aemond bad! His dedication to the faith and belief that those who are true Valyrian’s/ closer to old Valyria carry this vampiric treat are constantly fighting against one another. On one hand he begins to see the truth in his Hightower side telling him he and his siblings are superior because they’re true dragon riders without all the demonic filth muddling their blood but on the other he cracks open one of those old Valyrian lore books and sees the ultimate celebration of Vampires. The celebrations and coming of age rituals those who’ve inherited Vampirism are gifted that he nor his siblings have ever been allowed to have by both his mother AND because it would be seen as disrespectful to the culture as a whole.

For this AU I imagine Luke taking Aemond’s eye actually being a situation that nearly killed him. Perhaps these vampires don’t only drink blood but eat flesh as well. Very ghoul like (Tokyo Ghoul anyone?)

Imagine, the twins throw the first punch after Aemond claims Vhagar and draw blood almost immediately which in turns sets the Velaryon boys off. The girls can hold back Jace but don’t have the man power to keep little Lucerys back from taking a chunk out of his uncle…boom no eye. The fact that Luke not only blinded him but ATE some of his flesh and blood too? Oh the obsession is 10x worse.

[violetren]

Fantasy High Junior Year is the first installment of D20 based in the world of Spyre in which I have known with the sudden and complete knowledge of who I'd like to play as a character in some kind of unreal scenario where I got to play in that playground. Literally the only thing that hasn't come to me has been the name.

Full character concept under the cut

She's a half elf and ideally in the unreal scenario of playing her in Spyre she'd be in her sophomore year getting shunted onto some pre-established party by Aguefort after her previous party got decimated during a school adventure that should have been freshman safe but just wasn't. Most of her old party is fully dead and unable or unwilling to come back, one might be comatose, and at least one other one just dropped out and the fact that they left while she stayed is almost a bigger strain on their friendship than the death of their friends but they aren't acknowledging that because neither of them wants to feel like they are being the unsupportive friend when they are all each other has left of their party.

In her original party she was the rogue and just barely settled into the mastermind subclass, always watching other peoples moods and figuring out what words would get them to behave in certain ways. This is all very forgone conclusion based on her particular flavour of edgy rogue backstory in which she had a pretty solid start to her childhood, with hard working parents and a cute younger sibling, until one day her parents died, but instead of the classic "oh the rogue became an urchin" she and her sibling were taken in by her grandfather, a man her parents had put concentrated effort into never letting near their kids. Grandad is The Deadbeat Dad twice over, mostly just neglecting them meaning she had to step up early to keep her sibling cared for, but making them both wish he'd ONLY neglect them whenever he came back home drunk and in debt and wanting to blame someone else about it. She spent a lot of time learning how to redirect his focus before he could blow up, and how to get the focus on her instead of her sibling when she couldn't prevent it from happening.

Starting her new year with a new party who weren't missing anyone but were instead just a small enough group that adding a new member just helped round out the paperwork, she is now also an oath of ancients paladin for Cassandra, goddess of doubt and mystery.

The unreal scenario ideally takes place after FHJY so like Ankarna has finally got through to Cassandra that "no babe, the cat wasn't just grumpy with people who weren't you, she was evil to everyone including you" and Cassandra is still like "but I love a grumpy cat."

My gal ended up on Cassandra's radar either in the immediate aftermath of the battle or while lying in a hospital bed a couple of days later just in full existential tailspin of "how could we have ever thought adventuring was fun? what kind of fucked up world lets kids put themselves in that kind of danger? why do so many people i love die, or leave? why is continuing to adventure still more feasible a life path than trying to find an adult that will actually help? how could anything about my life so far be called fair?" And Cassandra is the first authority figure type being who ever looks her in the eye and goes "hey, you're right its not fair, and I don't know how to help with all your problems, but I can maybe help with some of them, and will stay by your side for the ones I can't fix."

Ankarna is kinda there watching her wife work and seeing how angry my gal is at the world and is having kind of the same reaction as a straight laced suburbanite might have when they take their kid to get a puppy at the pet store and the kid instantly becomes obsessed with the snake on display. It's a very "Sweetie are you sure you want that one, it doesn't look very cuddly, why not one of the ones over here?" while Cassandra is like "but look at that cute widdle face." (the face is a jaded thousand yard glare). (Ankarna is clinging to her new dawn philosophy by her fucking fingers and trying not to be like, this brat is giving me Kalina vibes.)

As a paladin of doubt and mystery with a background roguish masterminding, my gal's new approach to socialising and adventuring (which is her primary mode of socialisation now) is an aggressively bitchy gaslight, gate-keep, girl-boss campaign that makes people think she's constantly trying to cast vicious mockery without ever having learned the spell. It's all mean girl "Oh, you actually thought that quip sounded cool?" while dealing with anyone she doesn't immediately see a reason to play nice with. Cause like she's gotta spread some doubt, no one said what kind. For her new party she's smart enough to reign it in but that mostly just means she keeps conversations as short and on rails as possible. In a very weird way she is like a hairs breath away from becoming a cleric of Ankarna just for like the "we keep moving forward" energy she pushes out, but girl doesn't have the level of introspection (wisdom) required for cleric hood.

However as bitchy as she has forged herself into becoming she is still a big sister first and foremost, so at home she just tries to model the same acceptance and stability she remembers from her parents for her sibling. You see hints of that whenever she interacts with anyone who is already earnestly feeling doubt, because for as worrisome as her general attitude is for Ankarna, she does actually get Cassandra's "you don't have to walk in the dark alone" message. That message saved her when she was at her lowest point, so she fully confuses the shit out of her new party whenever any of them are feeling vulnerable and she's genuinely compassionate and steadfast she is with them. Also in how her whole way of holding herself changes is they have to interact with someone younger than they are.

Also she definitely has some kind of amulet or talisman of some kind that connects her with her sibling so if her grandad comes home while she's off adventuring and presents a threat she can teleport immediately to her sibling and rock that old mans shit. Fuck him, she has smites now. Technically its for any situation in which her sibling feels unsafe but it was brought with grandad in mind and he's the only reason either sibling has ever thought it would be needed. She would absolutely leave the party hanging mid combat no hesitation and barely any warning if signalled whether they had gotten close enough for her to explain what the signal meant or not.

She doesn't really talk with Kristen that much (Kristen's first impression is also probably "oh no, are you the new cat") but she does sometimes text with Craig about all this new church stuff.

[lensman-arms-race]

⚠️Possible Spoilers for Part 3 Below, if you haven't seen the leak on DFB's shop or don't want to spoil yourself, feel free to delete this ask⚠️

So. As we seen in the leak, Sci looked super worried (sad-shaped-mouth) and shocked (wide eyes and eyebrows high up). This has to mean some sort of unexpected danger has arrived. Was wondering what you think it could be?

The most likely candidate is (our glorious, beloved) Cinemaman returning. All the signs are aligned for it to happen, with the 2 titans being drastically injured or dead and GT re-emerging with huge upgrades. Plus, this is exactly 20 episodes after TTV got injured (not counting parts). I'm assuming Sci will escape since unless DFB is gonna unveil a bigger threat, the 2 main antagonists aren't gonna die so suddenly and i highly doubt there's gonna be a trap. Can't say the same for GT though.

It's almost turned into a Wile E Coyote vs the Roadrunner situation: GT comes back with better upgrades, does a very small bit of damage, has the ever loving shit beaten out of him and retreats for another upgrade. He looks really powerful now, but if Cinemaman was fully capable and was going to beat GT when he was just Cinemaman (no super cool upgrades yet) then he's def gonna destroy GT once and for all. Plus, we've seen TCam and TSpeak kill more and fight more effectively when their enraged, and Cinemaman will EASILY lose his cool when he sees the thing that trapped him and caused him so much pain, so he'll absolutely SHRED GT.

We could also see some sort of Astro Toilet Titan with the other Astro Toilets, not necessarily for the purpose of saving TCam, but to overthrow Sci and GT as rulers. An AstroTitan would be super OP.

I have a personal AT (Astro Toilet) headcanon that they are all toilets that have full memory of their human past. They faked their way up the ladder and got big upgrades, and shortly after they rebelled and formed a separate faction with the goal of eradicating the other toilets and building a society as close as possible to the old human one.

Because of this, I feel like they could try and make an alliance with the Alliance. We seen Poly play the clip of them attacking GT to the Alliance so they know well that there's discourse in there. What if the AT's and their possible AstroTitan teamed up with Upgraded TTV to form a battalion with earth-shattering power? Then, when the evil toilets are extinct, the AT's are given a large country (Probably something the size of the USA) to rebuild their society in while the Alliance rebuilds the rest of Earth.

But anyway, that's enough rambling from me, what do you think?

If it's not Titan TV that the Scientist Toilet is reacting to, I am going to shit my bum off with rage and post my disembodied buttocks to DFB.

I love your AstroToilet headcanon; I'd love to see that come true! I'm not sure how DFB could convey that information in a series without dialogue (TV utterances don't really count because they're easter eggs rather than requirements for understanding the episodes). But then he is a skilled storyteller, so who knows?

(If they did form an alliance and overthrow the non-astro skibidi toilets together, I'd rather see the hardwares and astros live together in harmony rather than have the astros split off like that. The astros in this scenario are as human as skibidis can get, and I get the impression the hardwares appreciate many parts of human culture.)

I will say it is strange that we haven't seen the Astro Toilets since episode 60, though. Are they up to something??

There's no getting around that we're approaching the Meme Number. I wonder if that's the episode in which the Alliance defeats G-Man and Scientist, and then the series does a kind of soft reboot and we start a new story arc. (By 'soft reboot' I mean like God of War 2018, which technically does follow on from the previous God of War games but starts a completely new storyline that doesn't require you to have played the previous games to understand.)

[sl-newsie]

Halloween Luck: Peter Parker x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Summary: Peter sees an old classmate taking her little brother trick-or-treating and joins them dressed as Spider-Man to give them protection… and to maybe ask her out. (Set after NWH).

Christy's POV

“Charlie! Are you ready yet?” I call from the bathroom. 

“All done!” Charlie runs in with a proud smile and shows off his costume: the web warrior himself, Spider-Man.

I finish my skeleton makeup and bend down to give him a hug. “You look fantastic, Charlie! Ready to get some candy?”

“Yeah! Do you think we’ll see Spider-Man tonight?”

It makes me smile how his excitement is not behind wanting to go trick-or-treating, but instead of wanting to catch a glimpse of the arachnid superhero.

“Maybe. It’s gonna be a busy night for Spider-Man. So let's focus on trick-or-treating for now, ok?”

Before we leave I pop in to check on dad, who’s still reviewing documents for tomorrow’s trial. Mom’s still working the late shift, so (as usual) I get to take Charlie around the neighborhood. Guess that’s what happens when your parents are a nurse and a lawyer.

“We’ll be back at 9,” I say in a soft voice.

Dad doesn’t even look up. “Have fun, kids.”

I bite my lip and walk back down the hall to Charlie, who’s looking out the window.

“It’s a full moon! We won’t need flashlights!”

I shake my head. “You know the rules, Charlie. We always carry flashlights.” Over my dead body will I let my little brother become a victim to whatever thugs are out there.

We skip down the stairs and as soon as Charlie sees the Halloween activity buzzing down the street his eyes light up.

“Look, Christy! There’s a giant pumpkin!” He points over at a massive Halloween display, one that the Police Department puts up every year. This year they’ve added a giant pumpkin with disco lights.

“We’ll have to tell Chief Snyder he made a good choice. Now let's get some candy!”

Charlie squeals and starts racing down the street, dragging me behind and making me nearly trip over a jack-o-lantern. 

“Charlie, slow down! We gotta stay on this street-!”

But it’s too late. Charlie’s pulled us into a dark alley, the very place I did not want to go, and we’ve already caught the interest of a typical druggie.

“Hiya, kid. Why don’t you and the chick hang with me for a bit? I got ya something even better than candy.” I can’t tell if he’s stoned or if his voice is supposed to sound that evil, but it’s giving me chills.

I pull Charlie closer and start leading him away. “No thanks, we’re fine.”

But the creep stands up and pulls out a knife, making my blood go cold. “That weren’t a request, sweetheart.”

Peter’s POV

I gotta admit, Halloween is definitely my favorite time of year! I mean, people wearing masks and it’s normal? Spider-Man blends in no problem! Unfortunately it means I have to be on night patrol to keep watch for out-of-hand Halloween mischief, but it’s fun to see everyone all dressed up. It’s 8:30 and it’s been quiet, making me hopeful that I can clock out early. But I guess that’ll have to wait, ‘cause right now I’m about to stop a mugger who looks way too greedy for more than candy.

“Hey creep, if you want candy you gotta wear a costume!” I call as I swing around and web him up against the wall. “Don’t worry, you won’t be hanging for long. The cops are about to join the party!” The criminal squirms under the webbing and I quickly usher the two bystanders out of the dark alley, and it’s then that I realize I know who the skeleton girl is- or at least, used to know her. After the whole mind-erase scenario it’s kinda hard to remember that no one knows me. I think her name’s Christine- she was in my microbiology class. And if I remember right, she’s really nice. Last I knew she was going to college to become a nurse. Maybe-

No, no! Don’t get your hopes up, Parker! There’s a reason nobody’s supposed to know you, remember? 

But I can’t help it. It’s been almost a year since Dr. Strange casted the spell, and I can’t help but feel lonely being by myself in my cramped apartment. I’ve kept tabs on MJ and Ned, and they’ve been safe and well without me to ruin things. But knock on wood the past year’s crime rate has been slow, and going on a small date with someone can’t be too risky, right? Christy may not remember me, but maybe she’ll still like me? But I can’t say anything now, first I gotta get outta this suit.

Christy’s POV

Of course I’d seen Spider-Man on TV, but never have I thought that I’d actually get to see him face-to-face. My nerves clench just at the thought of it. Not because I think he’s the reckless weirdo that Jameson makes him out to be, but because meeting the marvelous hero seems too good to be true. 

But of course Charlie can’t help but gush all over the situation.

“Oh my gosh! It’s Spider-Man! I told you we’d see him!”

“Y-Yes, but I never thought it'd be this close up…” I stick out a shaking hand and try to seem polite. “Pleasure to meet you. Th- Thank you so much for saving Charlie, he means everything to me.”

“You were in danger yourself, miss.” The masked hero jumps down from a lamppost and shakes my hand. God is this real? “I’ll escort you both back to safety, ok?”

I can’t find words, so I just nod and allow him to lead us back into the street. When we’re once again surrounded by fellow neighbors I turn to say one last thank-you to the mighty Avenger.

“I know tonight must be busy for you, so thanks so much for looking out for us, for everyone. I know you’re not a menace, and I really wish others would see that too. But I won’t distract you any longer, I can get Charlie home from here.”

Spider-Man hesitates, then shakes his head and chuckles. “Actually the night’s been pretty slow. I’m just happy to be of service! Thanks for the support, I really appreciate it.”

Charlie giggles and holds up a pen from his bag. “Spider-Man, will you sign my mask?”

I imagine the masked hero is smiling under his mask because he gladly takes the pen and signs Charlie’s mask, making my admiration of him grow even more. When he’s finished I hold up a Snicker's bar from my candy bag.

"Here, it's the least I can do for how much you do for us."

“Wow, thanks!" He takes it and gives Charlie and me a salute. "See ya around the neighborhood!”

After he’s swung off (wow, just- wow!) I grasp Charlie’s hand and start leading him back home.

“Charlie, could you please not tell Mom or Dad about that? They keep a tight leash on us as it is, and I actually wanna be able to avoid being trapped at home any more than I have to.”

“I promise!” The boy chants in a singsong voice as he admires his signed mask. “This is the best Halloween ever!”

I squat down and give him a big hug. “Glad you had fun, kiddo.”

“Excuse me, did you drop this?” Someone behind me asks.

Turning around, I see a stranger wearing a navy coat, jeans, sneakers, and a patterned stocking cap. What sets him apart is his boyish face, one that holds an aged and mature expression, as if he’s a young adult with an old man’s wisdom. A look like that makes me think he’s been through a lot, but I don’t feel threatened. His soft brown eyes give promise and comfort that I decide to trust.

A stranger… yet why do I feel like he’s not? It’s strange but the man seems familiar, like an old friend. I get so lost in thought that I almost forget to address his question.

“Sorry, what?”

“Is this yours?” He holds up a red scarf and my eyes widen as I take it from him.

“Yes! It’s my mom’s! Thank you so much, sir!”

He smiles politely and tilts his head, an adorable and charming expression if I do say so. “Hey, um- you’re Christine, right? I’ve seen you at the library before.”

“When I wanna be professional. Right now I’m Christy, fun big sis of this little devil,” I snicker as I ruffle Charlie's hair. “And your name is…?”

The man extends a hand and we shake (even the handshake is familiar!). “I’m Peter, Peter Parker. I live a few blocks over, so that’s why I recognized you. I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Charlie grins up at Peter. “I’m Charlie! I’m 7!”

Peter kneels down and gives Charlie a high-five. “7? Wow you’re getting old, Charlie! Did you have a good Halloween?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah! We met Spider-Man! He signed my mask and everything!”

“Wow, that is exciting!”

Peter’s kindness to Charlie makes my heart melt a little, but I know I need to talk to him privately now.

“Charlie, why don’t you run up and start getting ready for bed? I’ll be up in 10 minutes.” Charlie nods and dashes through the apartment door. “And no overdosing on candy!” I call up, then turn back to Peter. “I’m sorry- do I know you? I’m sure this sounds weird but I swear I’ve seen you before.”

Peter gets an unreadable look in his eye and his mouth presses into a thin line. “I- I don’t think we’ve ever met properly, I’ve just seen you around is all. A- And if you’re not busy maybe you’d wanna, I donno… Go to the park? It’s chilly but the fresh air’s really nice.”

Normally I’d be more skeptical of situations like this, but like I said before there’s something familiar about Peter. His adorable proposal makes my heart flutter and almost nearly forget about the anxiety I’d felt earlier tonight. 

“Are you asking… like as a friend?” I ask nervously, being new to this whole ‘dating language.’

Peter scratches his head and fights his nerves to keep from looking away. “Um, yeah. And if things work out well, maybe then it could be more like a date?”

Using my social knowledge I try to read his actions. He’s gone through dating rituals before, but not enough to be considered a ‘player’ or have enough experience. Maybe only one or two? This means that I won’t be just a one-time fling and that he’s serious.

“Yeah, I’d like that. You don’t mind me ranting about Star Wars movies, do you?”

Peter’s face lights up as if I’d just offered him chocolate. “I think that sounds wonderful! Are you free Friday, maybe at 5?”

“5 sounds perfect!”

"O-Ok! Um, see ya then!" Peter smiles and gives a quick wave before strolling off down the bustling street, leaving me wondering about the past eventful 10 minutes.

Who’d-a thought? I got to meet Spider-Man and get asked out on a date in the same night!

Peter’s POV

Ok so technically I did swipe Christy’s scarf, but only as a reason to return it and introduce myself. When she kept praising me as Spider-Man it made me smile to think that not everyone thinks I’m the threat the news makes me out to be, and grateful that maybe she feels the same way I do. My life can never be normal, but maybe I can be given some luck to be happy? The best thing to do now is to take Christine on a fun, comfortable date so she can be happy too. Friday can’t get here soon enough!