#why do i feel like its been ages since I've seen them together

[amorettopedri]

pedrigavi nation come get your juice 😋

[atinylittlepain]

Hi! I hope you’re well! I have a Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels. She’s a bit introverted, and she and joel are both quiet and don’t talk too much, nut she’s a good listener. After a close call with a clicker, reader feels like a burden to joel. Joel reassures her that she’s not but she’s still not sure. Joel gives her a keychain that he finds during their travel & it’s a happy ending. Also can there be an age gap lol

Hope this isn’t too much, but please feel free to make any changes/adjustments :)

Thank you!

sweet anon, this idea is so lovely - i hope i've done it justice <3

Pieces of Our Path - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst, joel is a ding dong, and then fluff bc it's good for your cholesterol :)

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“I’ll be right back. Wanna go check in that gas station.” “Tell me this ain’t what I think it’s for.” All she can do is smile as a blush creeps up her neck because it is exactly what he thinks it’s for. Joel huffs at her expression.

“I-I haven’t found one for Wyoming yet. Think I oughta get one since we’re living here now and all.” She knows it’s silly, frivolous, maybe even downright stupid, but she’s been collecting them for so long now, finding one for nearly every state they’ve crossed through, that she needs her collection to be complete. 

Joel had often given her an exasperated look when she’d show him a new one she had found, never asking why she held onto all those keychains. They don’t talk much, and she supposes that’s why they’ve worked so well together, managing to get Ellie across the country, and when that went sideways, limping back to Tommy’s place, where they find themselves living now. It’s the first time they’ve been settled anywhere together, ever, and they’ve both been working out their stir-craziness with patrol shifts and scavenging trips. 

“Just make it quick, alright? I’ll cover the outside. You holler if you need me.” She nods at his gruff words, already hustling over to the crumbling gas station and shouldering her way in through the rusted door. It’s dark inside, slants of light pock-marking the mossy tiles and shelves. Her fingers flex around the handle of her knife as she creeps further into the store, moving toward what used to be a checkout counter. After so long on the road, she knows where to look for these things. Joel had once joked that the keychains seemed to find her more than she found them. Sure enough, there’s a few scattered over the floor, but before she can get a better look at them, she’s startled by a loud screech coming from behind her.

It happens so quick, all she can do is let out a yelp as she gets slammed to the ground by an infected, all clawing hands and gnashing teeth as she struggles to keep it at bay. Her knife had skittered out of her hand at the impact, and as she tries to push the creature away with little success, fear starts to creep up her spine that this might be it. Just as suddenly as it attacked her, the creature stiffens before slumping down on top of her, but its body is quickly shoved off of her to reveal Joel standing over her, knife in hand. There’s a frantic look in his eyes that she’s never seen before as he kneels down between her legs and helps her sit up. The rough palms of his hands scurry all over her, checking her neck, her arms, her legs for bites. His face slackens just slightly when he finds no evidence of infection, cupping her face in his palms.

“Are you hurt?” She takes a steadying breath as his eyes hold her in place, her hands wrapped over his forearms.

“I’m ok. Joel, I’m so–” He doesn’t let her finish that sentence.

“C’mon, we need to get out of here.” He helps haul her up on unsteady feet. She feels her stomach drop when she glances back at the mottled body of the clicker, quick to hustle out of the gas station and back onto the road. Joel doesn’t say anything more, an unspoken agreement that they need to head back to Jackson. But she can see the way his hands clench around the strap of his rifle until his knuckles turn white, the hard set of his jaw as he walks alongside her. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Joel Miller is angry, and she knows it’s all her fault.

She spends the whole hike back cursing herself in her mind. She had put herself in danger, and in turn had put Joel in danger, for such a stupid, useless thing. Harsh thoughts are quick to burrow into her head, namely that Joel would be so much better off with someone smarter, more careful, someone older, as his… she’s not even sure what she is to him. They’ve been traveling together for so long now, but she’s hesitant to think of them as anything, even if they do end up tangled in the same bed most nights, something they excused as a simple human need for closeness, nothing more. She supposes that they’ve been a quiet comfort to each other, but not anymore, not now that she’s failed him. 

Anxiety rages on in her mind, and Joel’s icy silence does nothing to assuage it. Even when they get back to Jackson, he won’t so much as look at her, trudging straight to the bar. She lets out a heavy sigh and keeps her head down as she shuffles off in the opposite direction toward their house.

It’s quiet when she gets home, and she figures Ellie must be out on her own shift still. She goes straight to her room, the room she has been spending so little time in, Joel usually coaxing her into his bed because they both sleep better with each other near. She had stashed the other keychains in a crumpled shoebox she found in the closet, and would often get it out to thumb through the evidence of her wanderings. Normally, it was a comfort to her, being able to trace her past in these plastic relics, but now, looking in the box, all she feels is sick to her stomach. She shoves the box back into the closet, slamming the door shut and swallowing hard around the thick heat building in her throat.

A wave of exhaustion passes over her, the adrenaline from her close encounter finally wearing off, and it’s all she can do to collapse onto her bed in a tight curl as the first tears start to fall.

..,

She wakes with a start, light hands shaking her shoulder, and as she squints her eyes open, she finds Ellie hovering over her, a furrowed look of worry across her face. She lets out a ragged sigh as she sits up, Ellie leaning back on the bed.

“Are you alright?” She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes, bloodshot and tired from crying, but she nods at Ellie’s question.

“I’m fine, kid. Just tired, that’s all.” Ellie clearly doesn’t buy that, eyebrows shooting up at her.

“You sure about that? Saw the old man down at the bar, and you and I both know he only goes there when he’s really pissed.” She huffs, shaking her head and wishing Ellie didn’t know her and Joel so well.

“We had a bad shift. I, um, did something stupid.” Silence settles over them after she finishes murmuring her answer, but Ellie is quick to break it.

“Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You want me to go talk to him? I can knock a little sense into his head.” She rests her hand on Ellie’s knee and offers her a small smile.

“That’s alright, kid. Um, it was pretty bad. We’re both ok– but, yeah– it was bad. Joel’s right to be angry at me.” Ellie settles down, pressing her lips into a thin line as she nods.

“Well,  I’m glad you’re alright at least. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do?” Her smile broadens at the girl’s words. Ellie had been and continues to be a bright spot in her world, and she muses briefly that if not for her, she would have already packed up and skipped town this afternoon, something she thinks would certainly be welcomed by Joel.

“No, I’ll be ok, kid, but thank you. Think I’m just gonna lay low tonight.” The girl bites her lip, clearly not convinced by her words, but she still nods.

“Um, ok. Well, in that case, is it alright if I go to movie night tonight?” 

“Is Dina gonna be there?” Ellie’s grin is contagious, and she laughs lightly at the girl’s flushed reaction.

“It’s alright kid, you should go. Just be safe, huh?” Ellie surprises her just a little with her quick hug before she gets up off the bed, digging her hands into her jean pockets.

“I’m glad you’re alright. And, Joel’s just– emotionally constipated, you know? I’m sure he’s not really mad at you, he’s just acting like it. But he’ll calm down. He likes you too much to be such an asshole to you for long.” That makes her really laugh, and the feeling is a relief, a weight off her chest, if even just briefly.

“Thanks for that, kid. You should go, they’re gonna start the movie soon I bet.” Ellie offers her one more smile before leaving. She slumps back in bed the moment she hears the front door close.

…

It’s much later when she’s woken up again by much harsher hands jostling her. It’s completely dark in her room, and she groans as she fumbles to switch on the lamp on her nightstand. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see a clearly drunk Joel Miller hovering over her. 

“Why’re you in here?” His words are thick and slurred, his southern accent tugging low in his throat to the point she can just make out what he’s saying. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes watery and wavering as he looks at her. She’s never seen him this drunk before.

“I-I was getting some sleep. Joel, how much have you ha–” She’s cut off as he slumps over her where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, his cheek smushing into her collarbone and the mussed waves of his hair grazing her chin. His words are even more slurred as he speaks now, hot breaths fanning over her throat.

“Y’never sleep in here. Wan’ you with me. Should always be with me.” He hiccups at the end of his words, jolting her in his heavy hold as he lets out a long sigh. She’s never seen him like this and has to swallow the shock sitting in her throat as he continues to mumble to her.

“Scared me so bad today. Don– don’t do that again. Need– need you– I need you.” It’s breaking her heart, listening to him say these things– things she had often imagined hearing him say to her– but only because he’s drunk enough to not give a shit. She huffs, tamping down her sadness and instead letting anger simmer in its place. She presses hard on his shoulders to sit him back up as he grumbles at the movement, his head slumping back on his neck to look at her as she stands up.

“Where you going, pretty? Jus’ stay with me.” He practically whines out the last word, and she’s heard enough. She dips under his one arm to hoist him up off the bed, stumbling a bit as he leans most of his weight on her.

“C’mon, Joel. I’m gonna get you to bed.” He huffs as they start to shuffle down the hallway to his room.

“Will you stay with me, darlin? Ple– please.” Now she knows he must be drunk off his head, because in all her time knowing him, she has never once heard Joel Miller say the word please until tonight. She grits her teeth, hauling them both through the doorway to his bedroom.

“I’ll stay with you, alright? Just– just sit down.” She gracelessly plops him on the side of the bed, a hard “oof” leaving his mouth as he sits down. She moves over to his bathroom to get him a glass of water, having swatted away his grabby hands with a murmured “be right back.” 

By the time she comes back into the bedroom, she finds Joel slumped back on the bed, his legs dangling off the edge as he snores lightly. She sighs, setting down the glass before moving over to him and taking off his boots. He mumbles nonsense as she swings his legs up onto the bed, folding the comforter over to cover him up as best she can. 

She doesn’t stay.

…

It’s late the next morning when she finally goes downstairs. It had been a fitful night of sleep, and she had gone back to Joel’s room a few times to check on him, finding him still passed out each time. She stops by his door on the way downstairs and sees that he’s no longer in bed. Padding into the kitchen, she finds coffee brewed, but no sign of him or Ellie. She figures Ellie spent the night with Dina, but is still left wondering where Joel could be. As she shuffles through the house, she finally catches a glimpse of him in the living room window, sitting on the porch out back. She has to take a steadying breath before she steps outside.

He doesn’t say anything as she sits down next to him, neither of them glancing each other’s way. 

“How’s your head?” He scoffs, still not looking at her as she glances at him.

“About how you’d expect. Suppose I deserve it though.” She doesn’t say anything to that, keeping her eyes focused on her fidgeting hands in her lap. It feels like there’s cotton in her mouth, she keeps trying to say something else, but gets stuck before she can even get the first word out. Luckily, Joel breaks the silence again.

“Need to apologize. Acted a fucking fool last night and you shouldn’t have had to deal with that.” She swallows thickly before responding, her voice an uncertain murmur.

“I-it’s alright. I’m sorry too– for yesterday.” He finally looks at her, brow furrowed.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Yes I do. You wouldn’t have had a reason to drink so much if I hadn’t fucked up so badly yesterday. I understand. I’d be angry too.” His face slackens at her words and she can barely meet his unwavering gaze.

“What’re you talking about? I wasn’t angry– I was fucking terrified. Seeing you– I just– I couldn’t– fuck, the thought of something happening to you– I was shaken. And I handled it like an idiot, and I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you’d be better off without me then.” A heavy silence falls, but Joel quickly breaks it with a scoff.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“I mean it.” “Well don’t. I wouldn’t be better off without you, goddamn it. I’d fall apart if I lost you.” Sober, this is the most he’s ever said about how he feels for her, and it makes her heart race in her chest.

She’s been keeping her eyes on her lap, but is forced to look at him as he turns her face toward him with a broad palm along the arc of her jaw. His eyes are soft, searching, and it’s all she can do to let out a sigh of his name.

“I can’t lose you, darlin. Pfft, better off without you. I’d be hopeless without you, huh?” She gathers up whatever courage she has in her, bringing her hand to the arc of his neck to coax him closer as she leans in. It’s a fluttering little thing of a kiss, her lips barely brushing his before she’s jerking away, but Joel steadies her with his hand still cupping her cheek, thumb brushing just under her eye.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha–” he surges forward and this kiss is certain in what it demands, what it means. She all but melts under his touch, mind hazy when he pulls away and presses his forehead to hers.

“I’m old– and no good for you– but fuck, I’m selfish, darlin. And I need you. Tell me you’ll stay with me, please.” There it is again, that rare word. She smiles.

“I-I need you too, Joel. I’ll stay. I’ll always stay with you.” He presses another kiss to her lips, both of them grinning into it before sitting back as he wraps his arm around her shoulders to tug her into his side.

“I, um, I have something for you.” She cranes her neck to look at him with a furrowed expression. He huffs as he digs into the front pocket of his jeans, holding his palm out flat in front of her. When she sees what he’s holding, she lets out a spluttering laugh. It’s a keychain, in the shape of Wyoming.

“When did you–”

“I picked it up as we were getting out of there. Figured it shouldn’t be for nothing, right?” She laughs again, shaking her head at the smug grin on his face. 

She lays her palm over his, tangling their fingers together with the keychain pressed between their hands. They smile like idiots at each other. She knows that wherever the next keychain comes from, she can count on Joel Miller being there with her.

[alotofpockets]

Midnight meeting | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Spider-Woman!Reader

Summary: After not being able to help a civilian in need, you decide to clear your head in a dimly lit park. You didn't expect to see anyone at this hour, especially not your Avenger coworker Kate. [Full request]

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k

All you ever wanted to do was help people, so when you got these abilities, you put them to good use. Spider-Woman, that’s the name the media chose for you. And when people started to see more and more of what you were doing, they proclaimed you The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman. You lived by this status, so when you weren’t able to help people like they expect you too, it’s hard on you.

Sadly, tonight was one of those nights. You had already changed back into your regular clothes, not feeling worthy of wearing the Spider Suit that Tony had made for you. Going home didn't feel right, and going to the Compound felt even more wrong. That's why you were walking around a park at 11pm. 

It had been a while since you had seen people around, so when you heard a voice call out to you, it scared you at first. When the person came closer, you recognized her from the Compound. "Y/n, right?" You nod your head, not really in the mood to have a conversation with someone you barely know. The woman continues nonetheless, "Kate, Kate Bishop. I've seen you at the Compound right?" You nod again. "What are you doing out here so late?" She asks. It's the first open question, so you won't be able to nod your head in response. "I could ask you the same thing." 

Kate laughs at your response, "You're right. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. Your turn." You quietly say, "I messed up." A frown makes its way onto Kate's face. "What happened?" The tears start forming in your eyes. "I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't save him. He's dead because I wasn't fast enough." You tell her how you went straight to the location the notification told you, and that when you got there the dying man's wife was crying by his side. He had suffered a heart attack and help wasn't fast enough to bring him back.

Kate is quick to reassure you that you didn't do anything wrong. "You did everything you could, it's not your fault. You got there before the paramedics did. You were there first, there was nothing anyone could have done." Kate places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to emphasize her words, and even though you don't know her well, your emotions get the better of you and you break down in her arms.

She holds you while you sob in her arms. When you feel like you've cried all your tears you step out of her arms and thank her. You look her in the eyes, expecting judgements or pity, but instead you see compassion and understanding. Kate took you by the hand and guided you to a nearby park bench. You talk about anything and everything, until you feel raindrops falling from the sky. 

"Come on, I’ll walk you home." Kate says. She sees the hesitation on your face and is quick to offer a second option, "Or we could go to my place? I live above a pizza place, so we can have some food, and maybe after we can watch a movie. How does that sound?" You nod, "Sounds good, I don't really want to be alone tonight."

As promised Kate bought a pizza to share before heading up to her apartment. You ate it while watching your comfort movie. She made sure you had enough blankets and pillows to spend the night on her couch, which you were very grateful for. The next morning she made sure you had some breakfast before you both had to head to the Compound for combat training. 

When you arrived at the compound together, everyone's eyes were on you. No one said anything, but they were glad that you had found each other, whether that was as friends or more. The two of you were around the same age and were from similar backgrounds, the team didn't want to force any relations but they had high hopes for the two of you connecting. 

Kate didn't leave your side at any point. When she wasn't your partner during the exercise, she made sure to be next to you. She was making sure you were alright, especially after you told her that you didn't want to be alone. It was comforting to know that there was someone in your corner. 

The only moment that she wasn't near you was when Natasha took you aside. Kate wanted to follow, but you told her it was okay. "Hey malen'kiy pauk [little spider], I noticed Kate keeping an eye on you the whole morning and I just wanted to check if everything is okay." You smiled at the nickname.  

She had told you that since the day that Tony had brought you to the Compound, it gave you a sense of comfort. "Yeah, I'm okay. Something happened last night, and Kate was there to help me and take care of me. Thank you for looking out for me, Nat." Natasha nods, "Of course, if you need anything let me know, okay?" You let her know that you will before heading back to training. "Everything okay?" Kate asks between punches. "Yes, all good. She just wanted to check on me."

When the training is over you desperately need a shower. You walk up to Kate, "Do you have plans today?" You ask her. "Not really, probably just hang around the compound for a bit." You take her phone from her hand, add your number to her contacts and send yourself a text before handing her phone back. "Text me when you're ready? I'll come pick you up." 

And so she did. You picked her up from her room and took her down to the game room. You spend the rest of the afternoon playing all sorts of games on the big screen. Clint and Natasha smiled when they heard your laughter coming from the game room as they walked by, they instantly knew that the two of you were going to be okay.

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[mcflymemes]

RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS FOR POST-BREAKUP MAKEUPS *  assorted dialogue for couples who want to try again

i never stopped thinking about you.

i didn't realize how good i had it until you were gone.

you were always on my mind.

so... what are we?

what we had was perfect.

i should have begged you to stay.

do you regret how it happened?

i want to keep trying. for us.

i replay our final argument in my head all the time.

after all this time? really?

i made a lot of mistakes. i said things i wish i could take back.

i didn't think you'd keep that.

i never forgot that night.

why do you keep looking at me like that?

you have no idea what you do to me.

for a while i saw other people, but none of them were you.

of course i remembered. how could i forget?

this place always makes me think of you.

i'm not giving up on what we had.

can we even go back to the way it used to be?

i haven't been back there since our first date.

of course i kept it. it reminds me of you.

i can't breathe without you.

i had a ring and everything.

no one ever made an impact like you did.

you were really one in a million.

i tried dating. i just couldn't get you out of my head.

i never fell out of love with you.

you were so good to me, and i blew it.

do you want to go out on a date? see what happens?

i really messed things up, didn't i.

i wish i could take it all back.

i've always loved you. always.

nothing feels right since you left.

the sight of you leaving is burned into my brain.

do you have regrets?

you sound like you're still in love with me.

would you ever consider taking me back?

i never moved on. not for a minute.

it was always you.

that didn't change how i feel.

i'll be better this time. i've learned from my mistakes.

i feel like i haven't seen you in ages.

you think you can just walk back into my life and act like nothing happened?

maybe i'm still in love with you.

you're everything to me. you always have been.

i never should have said that. i regret it all.

we're different people now.

what if we tried being friends?

i haven't smiled since you left me.

everything got colder when you left.

you could move back in with me, you know.

i still want you just as badly as i did back then.

what's your favorite memory from before?

i can still feel your touch as if it were yesterday.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you. i should have been better.

i'm sorry for everything. i really am.

we needed space. we were never going to work.

i missed you. more than you know.

could we try again? for old times' sake?

maybe this time we'll get it right.

you weren't there for me when i needed you.

they always said we were the perfect couple.

could i move back in?

do you still love me?

we both made mistakes.

the world lost its color when you left me.

how many years has it been since we ended things?

maybe we were meant to be together after all.

i never want to let you go. not again.

things didn't work out with them.

they think i'm still in love with you.

i said your name once. in bed.

i can't function without you.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Analysis of how Chuuya see's Dazai over the course of their history based on what we see in cannon.

Part 1: Dazai Chuuya 15

First meeting: In 15 we see that Chuuya didn't think much of Dazai when they first met, he just thought he was some weird mafia grunt with suicidal tendencies. Immediately dislikes him.

First working together: Chuuya clearly finds Dazai annoying, and resents that he's been forced to work with him. But I also think he genuinely enjoyed being around another kid his age who he didn't feel obligated to protect (like the sheep)

After Dazai shoots the soldier: I think this was a turning point, Chuuya didn't think much of Dazai dark comments and suicidal tendencies. I think this was the first time Chuuya caught a glimpse of the darkness within Dazai. he defiantly found it unsettling.

The arcade: I think this is one of the first times in his life Chuuya got to truly just mess around with another teen. The relief of actually arguing and challenging someone like equals. He seems to genuinely be having fun here.

But Dazai's interaction with the sheep shook him back to reality. Dazai wasn't his friend, he was a mafia chaperone who was only interested in manipulating and using him. (a misunderstanding of Dazai's reasons for sowing doubt among the sheep)

The fight with Rimbaud: The light novel differs from the anime a lot here, and im going to stick with its version of events. since it connects to storm bringer.

This fight was when Chuuya realised just how incredibly strategic and cunning Dazai is. Its also the first time he had to put all his trust in Dazai, relying on Dazai's plan and risking his life to carry it out. This is the closest Chuuya would feel to Dazai for a long time but it fell apart when...

Dazai tricks the sheep into betraying Chuuya: I've seen people say that Chuuya didn't resent Dazai for this, or that he just took it as a challenge. I think Stormbringer destroys both of these Ideas.

WE see in storm bringer just how much Chuuya misses the Sheep. how much he sometimes wishes he could still be a part of them and how much it truly deeply hurt him when they betrayed him. I think by the end of Fifteen, even if they got along ok when they had too, Chuuya did genuinely hate Dazai. We even have this confirmed when in stormbringer, he sees a vision of Dazai and he is described as the person Chuuya hates most in the world, even more then Verlaine who just killed his friends (this description comes from Chuuya internal monologue so it defiantly isn't a front)

But I do think Chuuya's view of Dazai changes drastically for the better, we will get into why in the next part about stormbringer.

[sashi-ya]

Not again... not another ichiruki vs ichihime situation in Kaiju no. 8... 🫠 it's ok if you wanna ship Kikoru with Kafka, but think about the plot and the implications of such ship in the canon context. My personal opinion is that Kikoru sees Kafka as a big brother, it is probably cause he is everything she's been lacking since she was a little girl, she was never praised, never protected (in a way that she could tell). Kafka represents comfort and someone who believes in her. That's why most of us love him so much cause he is the definition of "comfort". A young girl can misinterpret the feelings, sure (i believe she is 18~ not 16 as some people say. I think she is around the age of Reno). She can even see him with eyes of love, but do you think Kafka is able to see her with romantic love? Or even lust in all its forms? Idk, I'm not Matsumoto ofc, but I don't think this man has such feelings for her as he has for Mina (especially regarding the last manga chapters as well as being Mina's memory who actually made him come back to his "humanity"). I think the Kikoru x Kafka ship might come from two or even three reasons (mostly for young cis hetero men) 1. People simply like them together cause it was "the first" deep hetero interaction and connection they saw in the animanga. 2. They simply simp for kikoru, and they identify as Kafka. 3. They are young and misinterpret Kafka's demeanor; most people I've seen think Kafka "acts" younger or immature for "his age". Guys... he is 32, that's exactly how we act at 32, we are youngsters inside bodies with knee pain. [This is why I like this manga so much; we finally have representation. The problems Kafka goes through are exactly what happens to us after 29; life does not end at 20. Life is not perfect. Dreams do come true at 20, at 30 or even at 80, but society likes to act as if that was a lie, as if not achieving something before 30 was bad. Guys, we've been programmed to be a slave of the productive chain, the younger you are "the useful" you are to make money. And that's not life. That's why some are soo worried about us not having "enough kids". They are literally saying it will bring an economic default. Wonder why 🤷‍♀️]

If you ask me, there is nothing I'd like more than these two ending up together. I don't want clichés to be broken, I just want it that exact way 🥹💕 Mina always waited for him, and I hope she is able to give that sweet dork all the love he deserves cause she knows, above all, how much he's been struggling to reach his own success. They deserve to be together, in calm and happiness 💕

[theconstellationprincess]

I have been having age regression thoughts about Annatar and Celebrimbor so um. Here you go!

(set early on in their relationship)

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Annatar ran a hand through his hair, musing its perfect state, and sat down at his desk. The room Celebrimbor had provided for him was wonderful, everything an elf would need. Unfortunately, Annatar was not an elf, and he had needs that, to his knowledge, elves did not have apart from when they were children. Annatar is not a child, he never has been, and yet he is cursed with an affliction that all Ainur bear, which is to, in time of high emotion, behave in a manner that can be likened to that of young offspring. Vulnerable, needy, emotional. All things that Annatar prided himself on not being.

Aule had always been... unsettled, when any of his Maiar had behaved in such a way, even though it was the will of Eru that made them this way. Annatar can recall times where projects had to be delated because the Maia completing it had slipped. Of course, Annatar was above such petty stresses as the ones they all had faced in those workshops, and he had never related to his peers in that sense until Melkor-

And now Melkor is gone, and Annatar is in Eregion with Celebrimbor, descendant of the greatest of elven smiths, and he is the least stressed he has been, perhaps, ever in his existence. Which is why he is struggling to admit that his quarters are not sufficient for his present needs, because he does not want to admit that he has been regressing. It is an odd term, because the Ainur did not experience infancy or childhood as the Children of Illuvatar do, but that is the term used by many, and Annatar is in no mood to dig deeper into why.

The papers on his desk are very carefully organized, neat little stacks with scribbled words that make very little sense right now. Frustration bubbles in his chest, and he pushes one of the bundles off the edge of the desk, relishing in the way the papers flew outwards, scattering on the floor. But when they have settled, all he has accomplished is making a mess that he will need to clean up later, and a wordless whine escapes his lips.

He is not supposed to be regressing, because Celebrimbor had requested that Annatar join him in his forge to work on a new project together, and it has been quite hard work gaining the just of the Lord of Eregion, so Annatar is not keen to skip this rare opprotunity. Soon, Annatar will introduce Celebrimbor to the rings, and things will progress much quicker, but for now he is still in the early stages of his plan. Annatar sniffles, and slinks off of his desk chair and into the space under his desk, pressing his body into it because it is safer to be hidden when he gets like this.

It seems to be a nearly everyday occurrence since he had arrived, and it was as confusing as it was distressing. Tears filled his eyes, and fell before he had a chance to blink them away. Annatar had many wants and wishes in the world, almost too many to list, but being cured of this near constant state of emotional fraughtness has been gradually moving itself up the list, and has now found itself nearing the top. He was frustrated beyond belief with this problem, because he should be happy, things are going his way, and yet every day he finds himself feeling small, tucked away in the bedroom Celebrimbor supplied. It is even more of an inconvenience now that it has started happening in the mornings as well as the afternoons.

A sudden knock on his door pulls Annatar from his thoughts. He stiffens, flattening his back against the underside of the desk and sitting very still, scarcely even daring to breathe. "Annatar?" Celebrimbor's voice rings out clearly, though marred by a concern that makes Annatar cringe. "You did not come to the forge, and no one I've asked has seen you today. Are you alright?"

How had so much time passed without his notice? That Celebrimbor had already gone to the forge, presumably waited for Annatar's arrival, and had time to ask around about him before finally coming to his quarters. Annatar took a very slow breath and gracefully removed himself from his hiding place, approaching the door with the eagerness of an orc told to eat vegetables. He was certain he looked a mess, but that would work to his advantage in this particular scenario. His plan to build a stronger foundation to his relationship with Celebrimbor today was not yet unsalvageable, it simply needed to be refitted to the confines of his current state.

With another stabilizing breath, Annatar pulled open the door and came face to face with Celebrimbor, and immediately felt the momentary rational thought that had come to his disappear in favor of an overwhelming guilt and shame that caused tears to fill his eyes once again. A whimper falls from his quivering lips, and Annatar hardly has a moment to attempt to regulate himself before Celebrimbor is embracing him, arms wrapping around Annatar tightly and squeezing.

Annatar blacks out- not truly, but it feels as though his brain shuts down and all he is left with is the sensation of being hugged by the elf who had been so kind to him, who Annatar was planning on betraying. "I'm sorry," Annatar gasps out, voice hoarse and shaking- his words barely understandable, but Celebrimbor hushes him.

"Hush, Annatar. Will you tell me what pains you?" Celebrimbor asks gently, pulling back and oh- how Annatar wishes to chase the touch, despite how overwhelming it was, for it was also comfort, a rare opprotunity given to Annatar. The look in Celebrimbor's eyes is painfully genuine, and it makes Annatar want to confess to everything right there, for he is certain that Celebrimbor will forgive him, and perhaps hug him again. But there is a very loud voice in the back of his head screaming at him not to do that, and he desires to be good. Perfect. So he listens to it, but then struggles to come up with a different response to Celebrimbor's question. What pains him? Guilt for lying, for thinking about such awful things, for being who he is, but he is not supposed to say that.

"Sad," Is his eloquent response, after a long moment of quiet. He pauses, waiting to see if the voice in his head would yell at him again, but it is silent, so he adds, "Don't wanna be alone, please." He carefully avoids making eye contact, until Celebrimbor reaches out and gently takes Annatar's face in his hands and guides it so that they are looking at each other.

"Are you regressed, Annatar? It's alright if you are, I just..." The rest of Celebrimbor's words don't process, because Annatar is shocked that the elf knows the term, let alone understands it enough to apply it to Annatar. Were elves aware of the concept due to Ainur speaking of it, or was it something they engaged in? "And I would be happy to keep you company." Celebrimbor finishes, looking at Annatar expectantly.

"Regressed," Annatar says the word slowly, rolling it around in his mouth, stalling for time to figure out how to proceed. He likes having plans, but there is not one for this scenario, and so he must stall. "Yes." Annatar eventually says, and then the world seems to settle, because Celebrimor nods at him with a soft smile and Annatar feels safe.

His face feels gross- from the crying, most likely- but it makes him scrunch up his nose, and Celebrimbor laughs, and Annatar realizes that he wants to hear more of that sound immediately. Tears all but forgotten, he grabs Celebrimbor's hand and drags him into his room, because Annatar is going to make Celebrimbor laugh till he no longer can.

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[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 11|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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Whether it was an acknowledgement of his own shortcomings or if it was simply annoyance at seeing her unhappy face Erwin decided to address her sudden decline in mental health. She wasn't as lively as she could be, and less spirited and interested in bed, she had gone from a frightened fawn to an unfeeling stiff board. Something that wasn't very attractive.

"What's the matter with you?" He had asked suddenly over dinner when she refused to eat.

"I'm sorry?"

Erwin sighs. "Now I know what misery Levi went through- I give you everything, a house, money, anything you could want and you seem to be miserable."

She flushes. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you miserable?"

She hesitated. "Well that's hard to say-"

"It's a simple yes or no question."

"I must admit that I get a little bored here all by myself, you're so busy. And I feel...isolated. All of my friends have gone on to ignore me and I have no one to keep me company."

"So you are unhappy."

She sighs. "Yes, Erwin."

A silence passes between them.

"Right then. It seems that I have another one of your problems to fix."

"Oh please don't trouble yourself, I'll be fine. I just need to adjust to this new life. That's all."

"Enough. That's a lie and you know it. I'll sort everything out."

She tried to protest again but it seemed like he wouldn't listen, brushing past her and continuing on his way. It felt like that would become a common theme with them in the future, him making decisions and her going along with them.

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"So there you have my situation Levi." Erwin sat across from him, hating that he needed to come to Levi of all people for advice.

Levi tapped his cigarette on the edge of an ash tray, since his brief argument with his wife which resulted in her near escape he'd taken up the habit for his nerves. "Nothing to worry about Erwin. I've seen it before. She's going through the stages of grief right now. Denial and acceptance are my personal favorites. Not believing anything's wrong to accepting this is how life must be. The stages don't always happen in order so she might be going through the depression phase." He smirks and lets out a chuckle. "Watch out for the anger stage."

"But what can I do about it? She's like a shell of when I met her."

"And it's just not any fun is it."

"That's not what I said."

"But it's what you meant." There was a pause while he brought the cigarette up to his lips. "Face it Erwin, we want our women to keep us entertained. That's all its ever been. A miserable wife isn't a fun one. No spontaneity in bed, no willing affection, hell, no fighting either. It's boring is it not? You and I are the same, we want that fire."

"Yes I suppose you're right."

"It's no secret we hate each other. But we compromise and work together. You helped me with getting my marriage on the right track, let me help you."

"What do you propose?"

"Bring her to Evelyn's social groups."

Erwin raises a brow. "You're letting her go to those?"

He shrugs. "I think she's really learned her lesson. Now that she's recovered some with Isabel's birth I think it did good things for her stability. Besides, Hange goes and can keep an eye on her."

"Really? And it's done her good?"

"She knows she can't be aggressive with me, that's why she has ladies who she can put in her place. It gets that spark out of her so when she comes home she's sweet and docile again. If that's what it takes I can spare her for a few hours once a week."

"Hm. You make a good point. I'll think about it."

"Listen, Evelyn was in your bride's position before. That's a suitable friendship that will influence her to not be a brat. And it's one we can monitor closely. My wife tells me everything, so if she sees her slipping into that angry and rebellious phase, you'll be the first to know."

Erwin smiles. "Thank you Levi, I think I'll take you up on your offer."

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"Erwin I don't know if I want to do this-" She protested while in the carriage.

"You're going to enjoy yourself and make friends. You said you felt isolated did you not? I said I'd take care of it and I have. So be grateful. Besides, Mrs. Ackerman will be there, didn't you want to become friends with her? She'd be a great companion for you."

"That's the thing, everyone I know has said she's changed. Become, aggressive- what if she doesn't like me?"

"She will. You'll be fine. Now get in there."

Mrs. Smith exited the carriage, taking in the house where these groups were hosted. Apparently each of the military wives took turns. It was like walking into a lions den, if not for Erwin's hand on her back pushing her forward then she wouldn't have gone at all. But his presence offered some consolation. That she had a little support from someone she knew.

As they entered she took in the grand but not too grand interior, thankfully for her, this week they weren't meeting at the Ackerman manor. She didn't know if she could handle Mrs. Ackerman in her home environment. Tongue lick a viper they said, cut a man, woman, and child down to bits in an instant. Just like her husband.

A chill went through her as Erwin marched her up to the very woman in her thoughts. Her dress a deep burgundy with makeup to match, hair done in pin curls and jewelry glinting as she moved. The rock of an engagement and wedding ring on her finger making Mrs. Smiths small in comparison.

"Evelyn." Erwin addressed her, making her turn and tilt her head slightly, a barely concealed fake smile on her face.

"Commander Erwin, a pleasure. And your wife Mrs. Smith."

"Yes. My wife is coming to join you ladies from here on out. I trust you'll all be welcoming, she's a little nervous."

Mrs. Smith was red with embarrassment. Did Erwin have to say that? Now Evelyn knew her weakness, and the way she looked at her was like she was ready for the kill.

"Why of course. The more the merrier."

Mrs. Smith wondered if she'd come out of this social gathering alive.

[ouroborealis-charnivore]

Crowley dying in s3

I wasn't sure how to start this meta. I've had this theory with possible (big possible) evidence sitting around for ages and I just didn't know what to do with the information.

After I'd already had this information, I only seen a hand full of others talk about it, but none have touched on it in the same way as the things I've found in my research.

So let's get on with it. For reference I'm going to tag @nightingalecottage and their lovely post here. I really recommend reading it. This theory only saw the light of day because of their post and I told them I would tag them with my meta since it lends a lot to it. And I promised myself that I would finish this for them.

Now for the meat and potatoes. I'll break it all down about how I found this information and how it might lend some theory about possible plot to s3.

This got really long so I put a cut.

-Silly narrator voice-

The facts were these.

To start I was doing research for a fic I'm working on and the details don't matter much but I'd planned to make my 'human' crowley a barrister. I was googling famous barristers for inspiration.

This lead me to wikipedia naturally as you do. And as I was looking over the list I saw this.

After seeing this name on the list of barristers in popular culture I had a mini freakout. Mainly because two things NG is a huge fan of Charles Dickens and A Tale of Two Cities is on the bookclub reading list. And I kept thinking why did this seem familiar and this is why.

A Tale of Two Cities is on the list of books that they recommend we read or were found in s2. So after I stopped freaking out I immediately went to the wiki page for this character. I wasn't too familiar with this book so I wanted to know more. As I was now super invested and intrigued. And found this.

Sydney Carton

I couldn't help be blown away by the similarities here between Sydney Carton and a certain depressed snake demon from s2. Morosely asking Shax on a bench in the first episode "What's the point of it all?"

For some context, in the novel Sydney Carton and his later best friend Charles Darnay share a striking semblance and are easily mistaken for each other. This is how Sydney is then able to make the switch with Darnay in the end saving his life.

This brings to mind of the lore that we know that Crowley and Aziraphale were once long ago one character and split into two. Also with the ideal casting choice that Terry Pratchett wanted one actor to play both roles. That would have been really interesting and funny. Also this plays into our favorite duo MS and DT having not worked together before because they were up for the same roles.

Let's move on to

Charles Darnay

Darnay resents his uncle's views much how Aziraphale resents certain aspects of heaven, but is never able to act on very much.

The note about Darnay being tutor of French made me chuckle considering what we know about Aziraphale being terrible at French. With that whole scene centered around it in s2.

Ok so we all are well versed and familiar with the famous Bastille scene. We all know the one and its clear the inspiration here for it comes from A Tale of Two Cities possibly.

Side note Darnay and Carton are both in love with Lucie here, but I posit that in the case of Good omens, Aziraphale is possibly both Darnay and Lucie. Making him the best friend and love intrest.

Lucie Manette

And finally why does any of this matter and what does this have to do with Crowley maybe dying in s3 you ask?

The one important detail in all of this is that at the end of the novel Carton heroically sacrificed himself to save his best friend and for the women he loves. He feels it gave him purpose and felt as if his life finally had meaning.

Two things here. The scene in which Carton swaps places with Darnay being able to pass as him well enough to save his life. Is very reminiscent of our Body Swap from s1. As well as the idea that in s3 this could also happen, but in the sense that Crowley does it to save Aziraphale's life. I clearly have no idea how s3 will play out.

Now I'm not saying that s3 will be as dramatic as all of this. It is still a comedy at its core. As others have touched on in meta and in nightingalecottage's post there are many little hints that point to the similarities and the idea that Crowley maybe doomed by the narrative. In a way, I personally don't think that Crowley's hypothetical death will be permanent. I just do not see that happening at all. A temporary death I could definitely see and it could also serve to show how much Crowley truly means to Aziraphale. The shock of it would maybe be similar to how Crowley thought he lost Aziraphale in s1 and could be a parallel.

In the end this is all speculation and theory. Either way the idea of it all makes me vibrate and I needed to finally share this with someone else. They wouldn't have recommended this book if there wasn't some sort of meaning here right? And its entirely possible I'm looking in the wrong direction.

Overall there are many parallels and similarities here between A Tale of Two Cities and certain parts of Good Omens, I'm sure I may have missed some and I just wanted to end this now before it gets too long. If you made it this far and have any other theories or something you want to add on to this please feel free to tag me. I release this into the void.

[chaifootsteps]

As someone debating on getting Veilguard (never got into Dragon Age, so comparing it to those games won't do much for me personally), what are some valid criticisms you may have of the game, or what are some actual complaints you've seen/heard from others?

It's really damn difficult finding GENUINE criticism that isn't just "this is woke garbage" or whatever. I've seen some of the dialogue (and Taash), and I definitely cringed, but if there's other enjoyable moments, I'm intrigued.

I got the character creator since it's free (and not 100 GB worth of space like the main game lol), and honestly, the customization is pretty cool to me, even if the visuals aren't my favorite style.

Either way, I'll likely wait until it's on sale again before considering once more, but I'd love your thoughts on it!

If I had to boil down Veilguard's main weaknesses, I'd say the lack of input as the protagonist, a lack of respect for the lore (which is why the dialogue and Taash stuff is such a problem), and John Epler.

In every Dragon Age game until now, even one with a protag as predetermined as Hawke, you've been able to decide how you reacted to things, and your actions had consequences. You could get angry at your companions, argue with them, even drive them away forever. In Veilguard, everyone worships the ground you walk on and by and large, everything has the same result. You have exactly three dialogue options: nice, silly nice, and nice but firm. Once in a great while, you'll be allowed the luxury of raising your voice a little. Ultimately none of it matters, because no matter what you do, your companions will always love you and get along with each other. It's so sanitized and childish.

The Dragon Age Keep was also discarded for this game and it really shows. For example, Isabela's in this game, and if you romanced her, tough luck -- she implies she's had sex with other people. If you're with Morrigan and had a child with her, that also never comes up, tough luck. If you drank from the well in Inquisition or backed a divine who disbanded the Circles...you guessed it! Be prepared to apply duct tape headcanons like no tomorrow.

Romance is also a problem. Do you plan on romancing Emmrich? Hope so, because none of the others feel complete. My Rook romanced Davrin and it was barely even acknowledged outside of a few select moments. Also, unromanced companions will hook up whether you take them out together or not, and sometimes they'll flirt even if you're dating them.

Lastly, John Epler has a vicious hateboner for Solas that he doesn't even try to hide. From the sounds of it, he had to be reeled in because he didn't like that Solas made him feel stupid. It pissed a lot of people off, and rightly so.

There's a lot more I could go on about but jn short, I'd either bootleg it or wait until it's on sale. It has its moments, but for the most part Veilguard's been cut to ribbons by execs until it's barely recognizable as a Dragon Age game.

[loveuwu173]

Look, during the time that I was in the PlayStation All Stars fandom I have always been looking for new content since it is the PlayStation All Stars game mmm from the year 2010, so it is already somewhat old and a copy was discounted of Super Smash Bros meant that its reception did not go as well as planned and that in itself we do not have as much content as, for example, Smash Bros, which could be considered direct competition for PlayStation All Stars, so I know that one later gets tired of sending the same content over and over again so I came to share well.

A story that I like a lot that, although it is a little old, does not take away from the fact that it is one of the best stories I have read on the PlayStation all start since it lasts as long as it should. HMN is not that long but it is not that short It has about three special chapters. And although mostly in this community I have only seen one person who is Spanish-speaking and that the majority of you are English-Speakers,But in Fanfiction.net where is the book has an option to translate the book into any language and in English, Russian, Portuguese and many more languages, so if you want to take a look at the book, which I highly recommend because I think you'll love it, you can read it there so you don't have to go around translating with Google and then it turns out wrong like the page and so the book is called “The Legend of the All Stars” By BRANDON369 and the description says:

 

“Legend has it that there are 20 distributed in different universes with super powers superior to the others in their universes that each time must face each other in a tournament to save their worlds will make this legend come true again and Kratos, Sabo and Toro will realize that they are PlayStation All-Stars and will begin a strange but fun adventure.”

that story the protagonists are Kratos, Sackboy and Toro they will also give us a look at the other characters of the other universes of the playstation all stars, also do not want to give spoilers too much because I would like you to read the book on your own, but it is battles by explaining it in a simpler way the all-stars that are going to have their battle, they are going to be taken by polygons to a stage depending on the universe and they are going to have to fight until whoever wins wins and the others are going to have a clock where they can see the rival batteries, the game is about Kratos, Toro and Sackboy traveling through the different dimensions to Defeating Polygons and preventing him from destroying their universes is also not only like a simple thing that they have to defeat him and that's it but also the characters develop friendships, like I said, Kratos, Sackboy and Toro are the ones who first meet together and then the other characters also go making a bond and they form there as if they were a family they also have three special episodes that are in a separate book called “The All Stars Chronicles” really, the fanfic is very good, it is very complete, it comes to you there with humor but it also becomes a little serious and I liked at the end of the book it did give me the feeling even though it was a fanfic.

I really recommend this fanfic because it has its touches of, as I said before, comedy humor, which is what characterizes the author's works from what I've seen and also at the end of each episode it gives you like a info about the characters. Well, about the respective character because it depends on the episode because it's just that I also like that they give personality to the polygon versions of the characters. Since the game doesn't explain much about why they came out, it's simply known that they put them there, but they don't know, we don't know simply what they are like, if they have any difference from the All Stars, but in this one, how they give them a personality.

And in fact there is also like a little ship between two characters that I find very funny because of how all-stars the singles agreed, just to pair those two, and really the work is very good. So I really recommend that if you want a new look or something new that is well done even if it is old and it was like 2 years where more or less the playstation was popular, if you can say that, I really highly recommend reading the legend of the All Stars you can read it on watpad and file. Thank you very much for reading!

[elpis-simps]

Okay I just found out something. So we all know Captain Marvel. (BTW this post is for marvel fans) and her movie. I've watched that movie multiple times. Love it, I think it's written fairly well, great CGI, funny script, good lore and story, love how everything ties in, overall its a really good movie; and captain marvel is one of my favourite superheroes, and one of the most badass.

WHY THE F*CK do people think she's a "bad movie and bad superhero" like it's one of the really good B.E movies! (Before Endgame)

**I'm using B.E as Befoee Endgame because A.E (after endgame) is arguably the worse marvel era. Don't get me wrong, it has some great stuff in A.E, but B.E is just better overall.

Anyways, back to what I was saying. I think k Brie Larson was a great actress and did really well portraying the character Captain Marvel. Not to mention captain marvel was one of the overpowered superheroes in the B.E era, before they started making everyone OP to defeat big CGI villains and to make their movies more action packed to get more views and stuff. She had good plotline, good powers, cool backstory, funny, and genuinely one of my favourite female superheroes.

I would love to see her as the new face of the MCU, A.E. considering they killed off what was generally considered the "face" of the MCU, Iron Man and Captain America, they haven't put much focus on one or two specific people to be aforementioned face.

Captain marvel hasn't been killed off, she has amazing potential, and she's personally one of my favourite 'Big Badass Backup To Fight Big Strong Villain" in those "No hope left" moments.

I don't understand the hate on her. May e its because she was, along with Natasha Romanff, one of the first female superheroes on-screen in the MCU. Sexism is a big thing in movies and stuff, but I have some reasons why I think she and another person- who I will mention later- should be the next 'Face of the MCU'.

1: the previous 'face' duo was Iron man and Captain America. So it sta ds to reason, along with what marvel has been doing to be more racially and gender inclusive, that we should have 2 female superheroes.

Yes I know the whole 'really overexaggerated feminist film superhero plotline new budget annoying superhero to earn more money and get higher ratings' thing is annoying; but hear me out.

Point 2: I have a few options, but to continue off of point 1; I feel like a good combo would be The Scarlet Witch and Captain Marvel. (Wanda Maximoff and Carol Danvers)

They are both powerful, badass, good storyline, great actors behind them heroes/characters. They could make for a good duo to contrast from the B.E duo of men.

Point 3: yes u know that Wanda is 'dead' BUT before the rocks fell on her, you could clearly see a flash of RED MAGIC in the rocks. After the entire Dr Strange MoM (multiverse of madness) plotline was 'Scarlet Witch has grown in power she's following us into DUFFERENT DIMENSIONS and was prophesied since the DAWN OF TIME, and has unlocked much more of her powers, I HIGHLY doubt some normal old rocks would kill her.

It's just unlikely considering how obscure some of marvels foreshadowing has been, we know that they foreshadow films that come out like 3 years later.

Point 4: moving away from Captain Marvel and Wanda, how about a new duo.

Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova. Its similar to the old duo of Captain America (man out of time, from 1940, soldier) and Iron Man (normal human, with special training/ gear that is one of the only things that makes them super.)

This duo would be interesting, especially as we've seen both bucky AND yelena on an official marvel movie poster together.

I personally love both characters;and it pays homage to the golden age of marvel B.E.

Bucky is homage to Captain America (obviously) and Yelena is homage to both Iron Man AND Natasha Romanoff.

And it could allow for more opportunity of the old age to come shining back through the new age, in the form of two humans, who have a rivalry,

(I think it would be interesting to have bucky and yelena to have a mild rivalry at least, considering we chose them due to there similarities with the old duo, cap and stark)

Who are also enhanced in ways that gives them an advantage in fighting, and it could give a lot of opportunity to save marvel. And bucky is a fan favourite character, so considering marvels reputation going down now their movies are getting worse COMPARED TO B.E, I think this could be a great way to bring the nostalgia of the old movies back.

So my original rant was about captain marvel being hated. Sorry for making you read all this, and if you have read everything here, I thank you immensely for giving me the time and chance.

I really miss the B.E era, and hate how they kill off all the OG great characters for new, sh*ttier superheros like Kamala Khan.

So here is just some ideas in my passionate rant which I would love to see. I love Wanda and Captain marvel, but personally I think I would prefer the Winter Soldier and White Widow duo because it would need less fancy magic CGI, and give the film(s) they appear in a more B.E and better quality feel then just a bunch of CGI that takes away from the quality of the movie and storyline, and the lack of CGI ( I mean the bright magic flashy stuff they constantly use in A.E, not the general cgi they more often use in B.E)

Would give the film(s) a better, more enostalgic, more authentic, emotional, just overall better film quality and plotline.

[atonalginger]

20 questions for fanfiction writers

@fangbangerghoul tagged me today and it's been a while since I've done something like this so *rubs hands together* Let's see how this goes. Thank you so much for the tag, I know you've been going through it recently and I hope things continue to improve.

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1) How many works do you have on AO3?

27 across 4 fandoms

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

761,111 words

3) What are your top five fics by kudos?

That would be the following: a) The Starborn Saga (starfield) b) Order In All Things (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader) c) Rekindling the Heart (starfield) d) The Ranger and the Deputy (starfield) e) Reclaiming Home (starfield)

4) What fandoms do you write for?

that are live and available? Starfield (20 works), Fallout 4 (5 works), Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader (1 work), Dragon Age (1 work). I have also written for Saints Row, World of Warcraft, Destiny, a BG3 oc, and the Joe Ledger series but I haven't and won't publish those and/or deleted them from my ao3 a while ago.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try to. They are so rare nowadays and that person took time out of their day to share thoughts and feelings so the least I can do is thank them. Better to share in those feelings and add to discussion.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest ending is a tough one because while most of my stories have angst I tend to tie it up by the end... but I think it's a toss up between Loud Confessions and Unmistaken Identity. For different reasons...maybe Onwards and Upwards? Loud Confessions is the end of an old Fallout 4 trilogy that was originally part of something longer that never got finished so the angst is in all the unknowns and unresolved problems. Phyllis and Vadim are still facing a mountain of troubles Unmistaken Identity ends in angst with starborn!Sam's thoughts and internal questions as he looks at his current situation. Onwards and Upwards is just...sad. I don't know that it's angst but it is sad.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest ending? Happy how? Happy everyone is laughing and smiling? Happy because things are resolved? I've got a decent number of fics that end on a smut note and that might be happy for some...lol I think I'm going to go with Reclaiming Home because it ends with a wedding and a honeymoon. That's a bog standard happy ending...right?

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I have not.

9) Do you write smut?

Yes. A lot if not most of my stories have at least one smutty chapter. The Tightrope Dance series is smut with plot with only one story deviating and being clean. I have not written smut in a while because of a number of reasons making it difficult but I have in the past.

10) Do you write crossovers?

nothing live (anymore) but I have. I wrote some Saints Row (2022) Joe Ledger crossover based on my Boss, who I based off of a AU of Joe Ledger but...I think its too niche and it was too all over the place to stay live. No one was interested anyway.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Stolen directly? No, to my knowledge nothing has been stolen. I have seen some work that felt...heavily inspired? without acknowledgement. Whether it was or my paranoia was kicking in I'll never know. I will add that I also know of a fic that was inspired by my Order In All Things that starts out fairly similar but deviates and the difference there is that writer tagged me and my work as inspiration directly. And I know of a fic in the works that using a version of a character from a couple of my fics in a meetup with her starfarer that has my blessing and all my cheers as well.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

nope

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

*blows cheeks out* I mean are we basing this off of what I've put out there or like all time my favorite.... because if we're going off or my work on ao3 it is a neck and neck race between Delgado x oc and Sam Coe x oc. If we go deep in my heart my all time favorite ship...There's no Shepard without Vakarian.

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

*nervously looks are all the unfinished WIPs at the moment, both fanfic and original content* hehe...he...he...yeah about that...

16) What are your writing strengths?

I'm never good at these sorts or questions because I feel like I'm either bragging or lying to myself and others... I have been told that dialogue is one of my strong suits and that I am able to properly capture a character's voice (when writing canon characters).

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

*stares at keyboard* my knee jerk reaction to this question isn't worth typing because it's just me being far too hard on myself. A more...realistic answer is descriptions. I feel like trying to set up a location or what characters are doing is one of the things I struggle with.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

To echo Fang in her own post, Try your best. I have peppered in words or phrases in other languages, mainly Spanish and a small handful of simple Russian words. I feel it adds to the setting when it is known the character is at least bilingual and has been seen in canon using words and phrases. I try not to overdo it because I am not a fluent speaker and try to properly research things before using the words or phrases (finding youtube tutorials and forums with native speakers)

19) First fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom that I sat down and wrote words in a word processor for was Dragon Age. I even have one of the stories on ao3 that I uploaded many years after writing it. The first fandom I wrote heavily about for a long period of time was Destiny 2 but none of that will see the light of day because the amount of work I'd need to do to convert those files and the amount of....it's best left sleeping.

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I think this answer changes every time I'm asked...right now it's Through Plasma and Flames. It's a Fallout 4 fic. An AU that took canon and shook it up to make it interesting again. It's got angst, fluff, a dash of smut, found family, and more angst. Writing this story helped me get through a fairly agonizing and mysterious medical condition I was dealing with. I'm proud of this story and maybe if I can find it in my I will meet up with Dawn, Eric, and Vadim and see how things are going in the Commonwealth and what new troubles and drama they face.

This was a nice change of pace that challenged me to think and talk about something I've been avoiding in a positive light.

Since I posted the final chunk of All Must Serve I've been super avoidant of writing and my WIPs. I tried to push myself to try and do it anyway and it resulted in...well I nearly deleted a project file with about 6 months worth of work in it...I didn't! It's still there but...I don't know when or if I'm going to get back to it. I probably will at some point but...before that I need to re-find what made it fun for me and relearn to not care about whether or not other people read it or care at all because caring about that has led to nothing but depression and the urge to nuke my ao3 account completely.

I know I should tag folks but fang already tagged most everyone I can think of so...if you read this far and want to play along I hereby tag you. *taps your shoulder gently*

[pryings]

TOA Anniversary Munday

thank you neffi for this template!!!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: ruaidhrí (said pretty much like the english name rory and if you want to spell it that way that's fine too, ik irish names throw people off)

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): 25th of october!

Where are you from? What is your time zone? i live in colorado and my timezone is MST

How long is your roleplay experience? i don't know exactly how many years since i sometimes have years where h don't rp but i've been rping on and off since i was 11-12.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? oh gosh, so ff.net used to have (maybe still has, i literally have not been on that site in ages) these like... forums? and i joined one for elder scrolls rp a little after oblivion came out. i was far and away the youngest one there but everyone was so nice in helping me turn my character into a proper oc with like... backstory, a real personality, etc. after that, i spent a lot of time using it to try and grow my creative writing skills.

How were you introduced to TOA? honestly i just stumbled across it randomly! i had just replayed a few fe games and was looking through some tags and thought it might be fun to try fire emblem rp (i'd done some on indie tumblr back in the day, as well as in an mfrp a little bit, but never fire emblem exclusive rp) so i sent arden to check it out and, well, here we still are.

Do you have any pets? simon (mini poodle), john hancock (tabby cat), and tim & geeb (fluffy black cats)

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) early spring! i also like late fall for its temperature, but i dislike snow/sleet/wet socks so spring is preferable because it's not very snowy here!

What is your IRL occupation? blessedly unemployed (health issues have prevented me from working aha)... i used to work IT though!

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? i like birdwatching, reading academic articles about ancient civilizations, and making espresso drinks

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? currently enjoying bg3 + doing a dragon age replay (in preparation for veilguard). outside current, i really like most single-player rpg type games (esp. with customizable character), stealth games (dishonored favorite), and Identity V is the first asymmetrical horror mobile game developed by NetEase for

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: my favorite pokemon ever is alakazam (and its whole line) i've loved alakazam foreverrrrr! favorite type is steel, though! apart from my psychic baby most of my other favs tend to be steel types

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! oh gosh i'm so bad at fun facts...

- i can put both my feet behind my head but i can't touch my toes - my favorite non-ancient empire to read about is austria-hungary - my cat tim was rescued from Outside

How did you get into Fire Emblem? friend's cool older brother was playing a bunch of the games in a seemingly random order. when i'd hang out at that friend's house sometimes we'd sit and watch. i asked him to lend me some and he did!

What Fire Emblem games have you played? i have now played all of them! (last year when i answered this i hadn't technically played them all, but i'd seen playthroughs and watched let's plays of all of them at the very least)

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: a bad translation of fe4 was first, por is still my favorite—but tbh there's not really one i dislike

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! - KNOLL (promoted to number one he's my special guy) - reyson - canas - ashnard - pandreo

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! QUAN—i have such a distinct memory of seeing him come in but i don't remember my initial thought, only that he would have my heart forever

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 vander. duessel. hardin.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: first was sumia! i don't have a set nowadays because i've done a different one on each playthrough - Fates: first was xander, would probably still do xander if i were to replay - Three Houses: first was seteth, if i replay i'll go for hanneman - Engage: first was pandreo! next time i plan to do ivy though

Favorite Fire Emblem class? i like shapeshifter classes! beasts, dragons, laguz, etc. i just think they're fun to play with

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? oh gosh, i'd be an infantry axe unit probably. middling starting stats but high growths if you really work at making me good (there would be heated debates over whether the necessary time investment would be worth it)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? black eagles!

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? axe boon, heavy armor bane, budding talent in faith magic (could be classed into an fe:a style war cleric and it would be my suggested goal)

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? i want to say brodia!

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 toh-ah

Current TOA muses: just knoll <3

Past TOA muses? robin, niles, almedha, reyson, hardin, iago, perceval, lachesis (i think that's all?)

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? my first muse was m!robin and thankfully i am spared any temptation on picking him up as he is currently being written.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) i'm kind of all over the place, aren't i? i like characters where i can poke at hidden depths but ones who aren't too closely guarded. i like characters who are shy, withdrawn, standoffish, guarded, etc. in some way but who open up when spoken to. i don't think this has changed since last year, i've been writing for a long time and kind of know my comfort zone.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? boisterous/loud and over the top characters always challenge me, but i've never really managed to make them work, which is a shame because i tend to enjoy lively characters!

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) -i love writing threads where setting/scenery is a focus, where i get to sort of use the landscape as a bit more than set-dressing - i enjoy throwing my muse at characters who mistrust him for whatever reason, and like to explore the kind of slow, mutual understanding that comes from two people getting to know one another - i really just like putting him in situations in general, forcing him to socialize—he's a very withdrawn character so any excuse to have him meet new people is very enjoyable

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? nothing specific! i have kind of an arc for him but it's loosely-defined right now

Favorite TOA-related memories? HAPPYLAND WAS SO MUCH FUN. sincerely i loved the interactions he had there <3

Present or past tense? i default to present, but adapt to what my partner prefers on this!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? small text, bolded dialogue. just easier for my eyes to take it in that way.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 oh gosh. i recently had to go down to just one muse because my health is not so good, but i will admit i already have a few delusions. if i can get myself back to a spot where i feel like i can write a second, someone may return.

[nonuggetshere]

I loved reading all of that. It's so funny how PK's sibs, and at points his dame, tease him. I love it so much 😆

It also got me thinking.

Would it be possible, in another AU (maybe like wayward royals or somewhere waaaaayyy down in FAaF), for Flower them to run into WLs Father. Or, maybe Flower gets separated and meets him by accident. Would he realize their kin or just see him as a territorial threat?

THANK YOU it's one of my favourites, writing family dynamics is so entertaining

AND FUNNY YOU MENTION THAT because I actually have an AU where they meet both of their grandparents! But first, some info about Quercus, then more info about the AU itself

This is gonna get super rambly bc I'm copy-pasting mine and Integrity's messages from discord

His name is Quercus and he is old as balls

He had Amanita when he was very very old too and these two were particularly close because she was the only surviving seedling. She's never seen his persona face to face but they talked a lot and he took great care of her (I think I already mentioned how roots grow up and how he's like with his children)

The kingdom he resides in is quite literally built around, on and into his giant ancient root body. He hasn't fully abandoned his former form like his daughter had and resides in a sort of in-between, which roots can do. His smaller form is connected to his body and is more residual from ages long past when he used to properly rule the kingdom. Now he's retreated from this role and many of the kingdom's peoples don't even realise that the higher being whose body they live in is still alive

He keeps his body beneath the ground, in a chamber he dug amongst his roots, where he mostly resides in and feeds on any poor schmuck that decides to venture into (and get lost in) the twisting, long tunnels amongst his roots

It's been a long time since he's communicated with anyone face to face, which he doesn't mind, roots aren't particularly social and are quite literally built to remain stationary with very little outside stimuli for a very long time

A mortal would have probably go insane if they spent their human lifespan's equivalent in isolation like he did but he's quite literally built different

And when I say ancient I mean ANCIENT

When he had Amanita he probably would be like the human equivalent of a 110 year old

But roots don't die of old age and he's strong and healthy so he's still kicking

The few AUs where he and Adamas meet they do NOT get along its actually so funny

Worsties in law

SO THE AU

I've mentioned that higher beings in my AU have the ability to sense who is their kin and it's especially strong in rootfolk, it's needed considering how they reproduce to avoid inbreeding

LONG story short, Flower needed a fucking break from Everything, ended up getting lost, ended up chancing upon their grandma and almost got their ass beaten by her before she realised they're her kin, after they left she had a bad feeling and decided to follow to keep an eye on them, they arrived at their grandfather's former kingdom and decided hey checking out these tunnels that supposedly nobody came out of alive would be a good idea, Adamas obviously sensed this ancient god in there and followed to keep Flower's dumb ass safe, bullshit ensues when she interrupts him excitedly introducing himself to the first grandkid he's ever met and asking about his daughter

And the two get into a massive argument. Because it just didn't occur to them that their children could EVER end up together

And Flower can't get a word in to explain

Adamas might not be a god but she's so willing to square up against one about this, Flower is HER kin so you can go fuck yourself you overgrown carrot

Flower: Fucking hell, now I get why my parents are Like That

Quercus: they’re clearly a root!

Adamas: they’re clearly a wyrm!

Flower: I—

Adamas: where’s their vines and roots and flowers than Hm? You’ve gone mad in old age

Flower: hey guys—

Quercus: Bold words from a mortal

Adamas: I might not be a god but I still don't mind kicking the ass of one!

Flower: OKAY! Alright! Enough fighting! Here's a wild idea; I am both of yours grandchild

Quercus: ...No

Adamas: Impossible

Quercus: Why would any of my children lower their standards so much as to take something as beastly as a wyrm for a partner?

Adamas, bristling: What could a root even provide for any of my clutches, besides sustenance after ripping into one? You're all soft, lazy pushovers

Flower: Fucking hell–

Flower: what if I ditched you both and left. What then. What if just leave

They just. Ditch their grandparents but of course Adamas goes to hunt them down

Adamas: Didn't your sire and dame teach you it's rude to sneak away like that?

Flower: I didn't sneak away, I even said goodbye, you were just too preoccupied with tour squabbles. Why do you keep following me anyways?

Adamas: It's not often I get to meet my grandchildren, let alone one's so careless or stupid enough to not only wander into another wyrm's densite but to also march into an ancient, hungry God's open maw. Somebody has to teach you self preservation because clearly whichever of my children had you failed at that

Flower: Oh, joy...

Adamas: …which one was it anyways?

Flower, who doesn’t even know PK or WL’s name: ….. the pale short one?

Adamas, also pale and kind of short: .......Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down?

Adamas, starting to list names:

Flower: I don’t know his name

Adamas: ??????????

Adamas: Are you serious?

Flower: ...Does the Pale King of Hallownest ring a bell?

Adamas: You only know him by his title?

Flower: It's a long story, don't dodge the question

Adamas: I suppose I've heard of him, wyrm kingdoms aren't that common nowadays- isn't he a god? One of my children is an actual god?

Flower: Wh- how did you hear of him but never realised he was your son? You have no right to judge me holy shit

Adamas: So it's decided, I'm going back to Hallownest with you and beating your parent's ass

Flower: HUH WHAT

Adamas: Fucker can't teach you how to take care of yourself and makes you use their title, I'm setting their ass straight if that's the last thing I do

Flower: WHO'S DECIDING THIS WE DIDN'T DECIDE SHIT I DO NOT AGREE TO THIS

SORRY GOT OFF TOPIC

Point is, Quercus would recognise Flower (and any other grandkid) and would ADORE them, especially if he knew they came from his little princess. But PK and his part of the family? Yeah uh. The old man does Not like nor approve of them

I think the only thing Adamas and Quercus would agree on is that Flower's parents kind of suck

Especially if they find out about the whole vessel thing

[hakusins]

Sorry for asking, but what is proship?

I've seen some people with "prosippers DNI" in their bio, I've tried googling what that's about and it's... about shipping minors? Or being against it, is saying that shipping any two fictional characters is somehow abusive? I've not been able to find a clear answer on this *at all*, so, here's the ask for someone with "proshipper" in their bio

I really want to know what this is about, it's been a bother for some time now. I can understand internet slang to get fuzzy, but this is too much

Hello hello! Welcome! I don't mind asks like these, do feel free to ask again if you're confused about anything! I apologize in advance since this is like 3 am in the morning and I've been studying since yesterday so my eyes are all spinning hBERJBHFBJHFR So first what you need to understand is that in fandom, doesn't matter which one (manga/book/movie/tv show/game), there is a large discourse between fans of the line of 'does fiction =/ reality (?)'. This is the whole core of the argument between pro-ship and the opposite of pro-ship, which is anti-ship. It has gotten so bad that much of the fandom internet has taken sides, not really for the sake of starting a fight with the other side, but moreso to curate their online experience. For example, by stating that I am a 'proshipper' in my bio, it will (hopefully) chase away people who do not agree with me being a proshipper or chase away people who do not enjoy the content I make or engage with. That is really all there is, but sometimes its also to make friends with other likeminded individuals as well.

Now what exactly does the term mean? The answer you've gotten is not accurate at all. When taking into account of the 'core of the argument' which is 'fiction =/ reality (?)' Proshippers are the 'side of the fandom' who do not equate tastes in fiction or consumption of fictional content to reflect on any real life behavior. Hence why the name is pro-ship, meaning, you are allowed to ship whatever you want or essentially enjoy whatever content you want as long as it stays within the realm of fiction. Regardless of what the topic of the content may be. For example; this means that just because I watch movies like SAW or the Devil's Rejects, does not mean I am a murderer. Or just because I ship two fictional characters who are minors together does not mean I am attracted to minors nor am I 'fetishizing minors'. To proshippers, these 'minors' are fictional, they do not exist - they exist as a form of storytelling, they are no different than just drawing a stick figure and slapping an underage age onto it and declaring that they are a minor. Everything within fiction is fair game and honestly? I'm living my life enjoying it.

But for Anti-ship, the opposite of proshippers, they believe otherwise. That anything you consume in fiction reflects you as a person and your moral judgement and overall character. This means that if for example, you enjoy consuming underage content where this fictional ship between allegedly a fictional minor and an adult is indicative of you being a predator/pedophile yourself. The same goes for if you enjoy rape/gore/torture, then you are a rapist/torturer yourself. Hence why they are referred to as 'Anti-ship' or 'Antis' because they believe that there is a certain way someone needs to consume content and that there are only certain content allowed to be made. There isn't any black or white or nuance to it really and if an Anti decides that there is, there is usually a lot of arguments between them. I do not enjoy this line of thinking of enjoying fictional content because it's the same logic of puritans and censorship. It's not 'helpful' to any real life victims nor is it in any way 'progressive.' To me it's just a card that they play when they want to bully/harass others online for completely harmless things by trying to find 'harm' in something that doesn't exist.

I tried to be as unbiased as possible while also giving reasons as to why I'm in my position. If you have any further questions lmk!! I used to be an Anti in my teen years and now I've come to grow to be the little weirdo that I am, so I do have some experience 'technically' on 'both sides' here. But I am very very strictly proship and if you do not want to interact with me or the content that I make, the block button is for free.