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luveline · 2 years

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i think alternate versions for roan calling reader mom would be fun since there are so many ways it could happen !! personally would love it to happen after the last convo with eddie seeing how roan just says the silliest shit it wouldnt phase me if she just started calling her mom directly after that convo

I thought so too! much pressure to pick just the one scenario and why bother!!! plus I love this idea. the ficlet anon mentioned. ♡ roan calling reader 'mommy' for the first time ♡ fem!reader [4k]

Eddie had made the decision to ask his daughter, Roan, for permission before he proposed to you. He thought it might be best for her to get a say and that by including her any future transition would come smoother, softer.

He hadn't anticipated this.

Roan practically writhes in her car seat to be released. She hasn't stopped singing since he told her his plans.

"I'm gonn'have a mommy, I'm gonn'have a mommy," she repeats, a saccharine sweet tune that makes his heart thrum for her.

He hadn't realised how badly she wanted this.

Because Roan loves you. Has loved you since she met you, has grown to love you like any kid loves a parent. She's infatuated with you and, Eddie's proud to say, you adore her in turn. He can't believe that fate would work like this, that he'd find you — someone who could love both him and his daughter with an intensity he melts under and a tenacity that scares him.

You're a fixture in their lives. You're forever. Eddie knows that and he thinks Roan had known it some. His admission that he has plans to marry you had seemingly sealed the deal.

Though he feels that may be a bad analogy. Whatever's happened to his daughter, 'sealed' doesn't apply; she's become usntoppered. All her mountains of love and affection for you have appeared and they cannot be tamped down.

Believe him, he's tried.

"Roan," he says, very carefully and with all of his parenting might, "what's the rule?"

She's still in her dress she wore to daycare with Teddy, her one-eared stuffy, clutched to her chest. He watches her beam to herself and sing to the bear through the rearview mirror.

"Roan," he says again.

"What?" she asks, looking up.

"What's the rule, sweetheart? What did we talk about on the way here?"

Roan whines to be let out of her car seat. "We talked about big questions," she says.

"Right, babe, we did. But what did we talk about after that?"

Roan stares at him, dumbfounded. After a couple of seconds she nods, bunches messy from all the excitement. "Oh! I can't tell Y/N about the-" She stops dead, the word sticky like honey in her mouth. "Puh-postal. Posal. "

"Yes, the proposal. Because?"

"Um, 'cos it's private?"

"Yes," he says gratefully, dragging both hands through his hair. He's far from ready to propose tonight, covered in oil and grease and dirt from a long shift. He needs time, and he's worried Roan might force his hand. He wouldn't have come at all if she hadn't wanted to see you so badly.

She would be my mommy? she'd all but-screamed, more excitement on her face than a Christmas morning when she'd realised the enormity of his admission.

"We don't want to spoil the surprise, okay? So we aren't going to talk about the 'puh-posal', we're gonna talk about other things, yeah?"

"Yes, now let me out!"

Eddie bites his lip at her lack of manners. It's his own fault.

He gets out and releases Roan, slinging her hastily packed backpack over his shoulder and locking the car as she sprints to your front door. He wouldn't normally let her run off by herself but it's a short distance that she clears in seconds.

She hammers at the door, and Eddie means hammers. Both fists and her teddy's glass eyes slamming into the wood.

He catches up with her and pulls her back before she can smash something, whether it be her plushie's face or her tiny fists. She fights his hold.

"Baby?" he calls loudly, face angled toward the grain of your front door. "It's us."

"I'm coming!" you yell.

Roan squeals. It's extremely heartwarming. Eddie's sure he'd be beaming if he didn't suddenly feel sick with nerves. He might not he about to propose, but he'll have to eventually. Have to sum up every feeling he has for you, and ask for something huge from you. He'd been so caught up in Roan's acceptance of his decision that he'd forgotten there's a future where you don't say yes to this. Irresponsible, that he hadn't considered that happening.

He can survive your rejection. (He would literally be in agony, but he would survive.) Roan might get permanently hurt, though. He hadn't thought about it.

Nausea climbs up like a wave. It spikes as you open the door in your pajamas, a t-shirt he'd got for you and a black pair of slacks. Your hair's slightly messy but your face is clean, a water droplet dripping down the curve of your neck. You must've been washing up for the night.

Roan squeals again and launches herself at you. It's not unusual behaviour for her — she loves you, seriously — and you giggle infectiously, sticky thick and sweet with fondness.

"Oh hi, princess," you say with equal enthusiasm, pulling her up easy. It had taken you a while to master the parent hold. Now you're a champ. "I didn't think I was gonna see you tonight, wow!"

She looks like the happiest little girl on the planet. "Daddy said we could come because I answered the big question and I wanted to come really badly," she explains in a rush, smiling as wide as she possibly can.

You laugh again and look up from her to raise your eyebrows at Eddie. "Big questions, huh? Sounds like daddy was proposing to you." You've made yourself laugh.

Eddie could keel over.

"He said not to talk-"

"I said-" he interrupts loudly, mouth moving before he can really think about it, "not to talk about-" and he really can't think of anything, he's flailing, he's hopeless-

"The postal!" Roan says helpfully.

"Postal," you echo quizzically.

"I missed you so much," Roan says.

You forget very quickly about the 'postal'. You're as gone for her as she is for you. "Aw, babe, I missed you so much too. I'm so floppin' happy you're here."

You reach your hand out toward Eddie to pull him inside. He closes the door behind himself and drops Roan's bag by the door, following his two lovely girls down the hallway and into the living room. You flick the light on and drop Roan into her special designated seat, pausing with your hands on either side of her face to ask a familiar question.

"Can I give you a kiss, princess?" you ask.

Roan doesn't usually say no, only when she's really cranky, and today isn't an exception. "Yes, kisses."

You kiss from temple to temple and then ruffle her hair. Your fingers get caught in her bunches and you give her another kiss, murmuring into her skin, "Can I take those hair ties out? I bet you have a hairpin headache."

Roan doesn't know what a hairpin headache is but she's taken on an almost delirious pleasure from being so loved on and lets you remove her hair ties without a single sound.

"Mm," you hum, threading your fingers into her curls. "Tell me how this feels, baby."

Roan closes her eyes as you massage her scalp, encouraging her tangled curls apart with gentle, carding movements.

You're being especially tender, like you somehow know how important this moment is in Roan and Eddie's minds.

"Feels nice, huh?" you ask when she shivers.

"Feels nice," she confirms giddily, leaning back into your big throw cushions.

"How could daddy leave them in all day?" you chide. You're clearly joking, sending him an apologetic pout. He gets it. Part of your bond with her is picking on him.

"He was being grumpy on the couch."

Your pout turns authentic.

"What?" you ask, lowering your voice. "Are you okay?"

Eddie smiles, crosses your rug, takes your shoulders into both hands. "Perfect," he says, and kisses you soundly.

You pull a hand carefully out of Roan's hair and lay it flat over his chest, straight into an oil stain. It's greasy against his skin and under your fingers, and your slightly disgusted reaction stops his adoring kiss short.

"Still in your work clothes? Are you sure you're okay?"

His hands rove slowly up the slopes of your shoulders. "I'm fine. I'm a busy guy, you know? Haven't had time to change with trouble running me ragged."

"Who, this precious angel? For shame, Munson. Like I'd believe it."

You emphasise your point by leaning down and away from him, back into Roan's bubble. She responds like a moth to flame, her small hands quick to screw into the fabric of your sleep shirt and anchor you in place so you can't escape again.

"You're the sweetest baby I've ever met. Your dad's telling me white lies, I know."

"I brought a tiara for you," Roan says, mind on one thing.

"You did? Is it time for a princess party?"

Eddie wouldn't be surprised if Roan burst into tears any second now.

She runs off babbling happily to grab her bag and you turn back to him and stand at full height. You're really pretty, and he loves you, and he's told you so many times now and it still feels urgent to tell you again.

"I love you," you both say at the same time.

You spend a handful of seconds sharing a smile.

"How's your fish?" he asks.

"Still super alive." You drape both arms over his shoulders like you might slow dance with him. "You should shower. I washed your navy pajamas earlier, they're clean."

"I'll just get changed, I'm too tired to shower."

More like, if he leaves you and Roan alone there's no way he can possibly keep this situation under control.

You shake your head. "Don't be silly. Me and Roan'll start our party without you. I'll make samdwhiches and snacks and stuff, don't worry about it."

He really wants to reject your offer.

"Baby, you have to take care of yourself," you murmur, stroking down the hill of his cheek with your pinky finger.

He couldn't be more in love.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be really quick."

"Take your time." It's obvious that you're confused. Long passed are the days where Eddie had worried Roan might be a bit much for you. He's usually got more trust in you. "You know I love her, right? I don't-"

He kisses the stricken look off of your face.

You lean into it, like you'd been waiting for it. He supposes it's a reassurment, and he offers you more, "Of course I know that. M'just tired, and she's excited tonight. Don't want you to stress."

"I'm not stressed. Now go shower, you're getting oil on me."

Eddie is an extremely physically expressive person and as a result has created and extremely physically expressive child. Roan doesn't just feel emotions, she experiences them. Excitement for her isn't a feeling but a mode, in which she sings and dances and climbs in and out of your lap citing a thousand different reasons.

"I'm straightening your crown," she informs seriously. It falls off of your head and onto the couch. She doesn't seem in any hurry to retrieve it, choosing instead to play with your hair.

"Did daddy give you candy for dinner?"

"We had chicken and waffles."

"Oh, nice. Did he leave any for me?"

She thinks about it, socked feet digging into your thighs. "I think he left chicken wings for you and then Rufus was by the porch."

"I see how it is. I'm gone for one day and he starts giving my dinner to the strays."

Roan's fingertips are warm where they explore the skin beneath your ear. "What did you eat for dinner?"

"Well," you say, wrapping an arm around her until she collapses into your lap, "I didn't have your dad around to cook for me so I had a sandwhich and chips." You feel bad for being a poor role model.

"Chips," she says, eyes widening.

"You want some? I got lots left."

You and Roan head into the kitchen. You get her some chips and start to make sandwiches with the scraps you have left for her princess party.

"You want crusts?"

"No," she says. You really love the way she says it, like she's being super cheeky even though you really don't mind cutting them off.

"So what's up with you, Ro? Was school okay today?"

Roan's bag of chips rattles as she flounces toward you and raises her arms to be picked up. You're mid-sandwhich, so you raise her up onto the counter top and stand half in front of her to account for the low possibility that she might fall off.

"Stacey P.," she begins, somehow managing to fit two chips in her small mouth at the same time, "she got a new bike that she was riding to school, and she got a basket and it had a flower."

You cut the sandwhich into four triangles. "That sounds fun. Did dad let you ride yours too?"

"Yeah but he makes me get off at the hill."

"Your legs will get tired trying to bike up that hill, babe. I's like a mountain."

You smile at the mental image of it, Eddie in his work uniform, a pink sparkly bike under one arm and Roan's hand in his. Sometimes, you're genuinely shocked you managed to nab him before somebody else did.

"I can do it," she says confidently.

You slide the plate toward her. "Sandwhich?"

Roan ends up disassembling a triangle to shove chips inside. You laugh under you breath at her antics. She reminds you of her dad all the time, and he reminds her of you. They're intertwined completely.

"Roan, you won't think I'm a weirdo if I give you a hug, will you? I really missed you and dad."

Roan drops her sandwhich instantly and opens her arms up, grinning. "Dad says being a weirdo is cool."

"Being a weirdo is cool," you agree, bundling her up into a very close hug.

Her hair is soft as silk pressed to your cheek, sweet curls crushed against your skin.

"You know I love you?" you ask her.

Being close to her like this has you thinking extremely selfish thoughts. You're not naive, you know you do lots of things that mom's do. You know you look after her, that you love her, that you want to be her mom forever. It kind of feels taboo to think it. Do I have the right?

By the time you'd met Roan she was barely a baby anymore. Eddie's her dad, he did and he does all the hard stuff, but you've slowly earned certain gifts. You love to make her dinner, and get her dressed, and help her in the shower when Eddie's busy — all the basic stuff that doesn't feel basic at all. And you get to do more. You sit with her during tantrums, you cause tantrums. You kiss her scraped knees and let her nap in your lap, you answer her unending questions with patience and you spoil her when you can. You take care of her like she's your own.

She feels like your own.

But it's terrifying to presume.

The thought of one day losing Eddie is striking. He's your favourite person in the entire world (along with his daughter, of course). You love him and everything that comes with him, the oil stains and the bad jokes and the nerd games, the thousands of cuddles and his eager kisses. Losing Roan at the same time would be a death sentence.

"I love you too!" she says. It's like she'd been waiting all day for you to say something and now's her time to shine. "I love you so much and dad told me not to tell you 'bout it but I love you so I want to."

You frown into her hair. "Dad told you not to tell me you love me?"

She giggles. "You are trying to trick me."

You giggle in reply, willing to run with it. "I'm not trying to trick you, baby. I'm just confused."

"Dad says it was private."

You encourage her face back to meet her eyes. "I don't know what daddy's been telling you, but if you love me it's okay to tell me. I love you."

You rub her cheek with your thumb as she nods a voracious agreement. "And you're gonna be my mom," she says, beaming. It's casual. She doesn't realise the bomb she's dropped.

Lips parted, you stare at her. Roan goes shy, the obvious beginnings of rejection on her face.

"Baby," you say quickly, ignoring the trembling in your own hands as you stroke her hair from her forehead and cup the back of her head, "I think that's something me and your dad have to talk about first."

"But after the pu-postal you'll- Dad said-"

"What did I say?" Eddie asks, brown eyes wide as a deer in headlights.

Roan falls silent.

You look between the two Munson's. Your heart pounds with anxiety.

Eddie stands in the kitchen doorway in his pajamas with a towel around his neck, curls sopping wet and leeching into the white fabric steadily. He smells distinctly like conditioner even from a couple feet away, the fruity sleekness of jasmine tickling your nose.

"What has she told you?" Eddie asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"What's a 'postal'?"

You're ashamed to admit you're on the edge of being upset.

"It's uh- a code word," he says. "For a secret."

"We're keeping secrets?"

"No?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"It's just- It's- It's hard to explain, baby."

Roan's hands covet your arm. You let her pull you toward her and hug you, still so confused by everything that's being said, and you're conflicted about what she's told you. Honestly, you're a little bit hurt.

"Roan said... Said you told her that she shouldn't tell me she loves me because it's private?"

Eddie pulls at both ends of the towel, looking conflicted. "It's not that."

"It's okay," Roan says softly, resting her face against your arm.

"I just don't get what-"

"It's okay, mommy," Roan says, lifting her chin to smile at you.

"Roan," Eddie says, devastated.

You press your lips together hard and turn to her, the prick of tears sudden and effective as a thorn. It's okay, mommy.

You get your arms under her armpits and pull her up into your chest before she can protest one moving to behind her butt and the other her back as her knees dig into your waist. You know if you look at Eddie you're gonna start crying for real, hiding your face in her hair and taking a shaky breath.

You always say the same thing when Roan is unhappy. Why are you sad, babe? It's okay. You can cry if you want to. Do you want me to do something?

Roan doesn't remember the words, but she tries.

"Why are you crying?" Roan asks. Clumsy, earnest, lovely.

"I'm not," you deny.

"It's okay to cry when you have to."

Eddie joins her reassurance. "Babe, it's alright. I'll tell you whatever you want to know, I promise. I'm not keeping secrets from you. Please don't be upset."

"I'm fine," you squeak.

Neither Munson believes you.

"I didn't tell Roan she couldn't say she loves you, okay? It was something else I asked her not to tell you."

You blink quick and dispel tears. It's a silly thing to cry about. You can't understand it, and you're embarrassed. You're perplexed by Eddie's sudden opaqueness but thrilled and aching at Roan's calling you 'mommy'. You can't get the words out to tell him.

Roan called you mommy.

"I love you," you say tearfully, squeezing Roan tight enough to make the poor girl groan.

"You're suffotating me!" she laughs, squirming.

Her dad finally comes up behind you and spreads his hand over your shoulder. You raise your gaze to his, find his lovely features lined with a strange kind of stress. He dips his head toward your ear.

"If you don't want her to call you mom, that's okay," he says quietly, seriously, "I didn't know she was going to."

"I know, Eds," you say, relaxing as his hand climbs to your neck.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," he reaffirms.

You understand what he's trying to say. All these conversations can be had privately if you want to have them. But Eddie doesn't realise that he doesn't need to worry, he never has. You love them.

"If it's okay with you," you murmur, staring at the soft 'V' shapes of his bottom lashes, "she can call me mom."

It feels like an admission. Is there any other way he can take it? Yes, Eddie, I plan on being here for a long fucking while.

It's a huge thing to admit that you want, and to promise that you'll live upto.

Eddie encircles the two of you in his arms. As Roan rests her head against your chest, your rest your head against his collar. He lifts his hand to wipe away the small shock of tears lingering in your eyelashes and then kisses the top of your head three times in a row.

You understand what the secret had been, suddenly.

The pu-postal.

Your heart jackhammers. You cling to Roan, unsure how long you stand there being hugged and hugging.

Roan breaks first. "Sam-widges," she whines, wiggling.

Eddie pulls away. You set Roan on the counter and she continues to eat her sandwhiches, legs kicking against the dishwasher.

You collect yourself before you turn to face Eddie — and his secret — head on. You can tell he knows you know.

You sniffle under his adoring gaze.

"Love you," he says, leaning down for a kiss. He stops before his lips can reach yours, the tip of his nose whispering against yours as his hands explore your abdomen.

Waist, ribs, the small of your back.

You stare at his closed eyes.

"I love you," he says again.

"I love you, Eddie."

His eyes open and he catches you watching him.

Eddie doesn't kiss you, only stares. You nod almost imperceptibly and he chucks under your chin with his knuckle before he gives you some space, moving to stand by Roan where she's lounging on the counter and picking apart a sandwhich to fill with chips.

He kisses her cheek. "Got one for me?"

Roan holds her sandwhich up to his mouth. Eddie takes a huge bite.

"Dad! You almost ate my fingers!"

"Not my fault your hands look yummy."

You hold your own face in two hands and feel the blistering heat of your cheeks seep into your hands. How can two people make up so much of your life?

"I think we should move in together," you say.

"What?" Eddie asks, startled.

"You and Roan. You should come and live with me."

Eddie's barely smiled when Roan shrieks at the top of her lungs.

"Yes!"

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fun-k-board · 4 months

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Can I request headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush accidentally confessing to him?

Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons

Note(s) : The reader isn't Tav or durge they're just sort of a random person, I don't think the race is ever specified (correct me if I'm wrong) and neither are any described features or their class.

I'm not too knowledgeable of Dammon, Zevlor and Rolan's character in BG3 and I'm so sorry if the characters are wrong.

This is a mix of random general relationship headcanons as well as the random confession.

Dammon

He's all about outwardly caring for those he loves and he understands that love can come in many ways, he had a strong love for you before you had even confessed aloud, a mix of platonic and romantic feelings that he would showcase by doing tasks for you.

Whether he gained his crush first or you did doesn't matter in his eyes. What matters to him is that he doesn't know if you liked him back for quite a while, not until you had confessed that is. Dammon's not the type of man to make wild guesses about romance, even if you're more affectionate he doesn't think anything of it because some people are just like that with their friends and he thinks that it'd be presumptuous to assume.

He decides to eventually try and court you by making you small items or helping you as much as he could with his blacksmith job, things like necklaces, bracelets, maybe even armour, whatever you prefer, really.

Dammon isn't a fan of the typical Tiefling courting rituals, they're the same as humans but with violent and sarcastic speech, along with playful teasing and pushing their object of affection around. Of course, he won't judge if you do that to him, he can take teasing, but he much prefers to show his love through affectionate actions and words.

When you confess to him he gets more excited than embarrassed or flirty, he adores you and to know that you feel the same way as he does gets him a little giddy. He won't even realise that this could be embarrassing to you or even uncomfortable, straight away asking if you'd like to go on a date or be a couple. He does apologise after he realises how forward he's being though.

Rolan

In a relationship Dammon is very much someone who shows his love through acts of service, he'll craft things for you, help you with your job(s) and even just random tasks you might not want to or be able to do by yourself.

Sometimes he'll make random pieces of jewellery, he says that it doesn't matter if you want to wear them all the time, just as long as you like them. He accepts any gifts even if they're not something he likes, he can find a way to make it practical.

Dammon loves to tease you about your shy confession, in public and private. Unless you directly tell him you don't like it he'll randomly bring it up during conversation, when you're being cocky or teasing him it's an easy and fairly cute memory he can use to make fun of you.

Cooking is something that's interesting for the both of you, I don't think that he'd be too good at cooking or baking, not so horrible that he'll burn down a house, but not really good enough that you'd be able to have a lot of his food. Don't get him wrong, he'd love to learn, but he does prefer to have you cook while he gets ingredients and helps with any part of it that doesn't require anything that requires experience or talent in cooking.

His cuddles are very shifty, I don't think he likes to stay still for long and so you'll constantly be switching positions and he'll tend to play with your hair or hands if you let him. He might roll you around so you're laying on top of him, he's on top of you, you're sideways and hugging him, or he's hugging you, it generally just depends on how fidgety he feels on that day.

His kisses are short, he likes to give a small peck to your lips every few moments. Whether you're busy with your work or he is with his blacksmith work, then boom, kiss out of nowhere on your cheek or neck, he loves to catch you off guard and laughs whenever you get surprised by them.

Rolan personally doesn't do the typical tiefling courting strategy, of course he's sarcastic, but he's not going to be spewing out any violent speech when it's supposed to be a romantic hint to his feelings toward you.

His reaction would mostly depend on how it happened, and I can mainly see it going a few ways. Either A, you accidentally blurt it out during a conversation directly to him, or B, he overhears you talking about your love for him in some way, maybe going over a confession you're planning with a friend or you're just ranting about how much you like him.

If you blurt it out during conversation he's certainly surprised, but he is wondering if it's some sort of joke even if you're not that type of person. He will absolutely ask if Lyla or Cal put you up to this. Whereas if he overhears you he's much more likely to believe it's genuine, and he won't strut over while the other person is still there, he'll wait until you're done with the conversation and then strut over.

Whatever the way it happens, he will a hundred percent tease you about it. Nothing too heavy and it's mainly a ploy to confirm that you do in fact like him, just so he can make sure the situation is correct and he's not just assuming. He'll just outwardly say things like 'So, you have feelings for me?', 'a birdie seems to have told me about your feelings.', etc.

When you confirm you do in fact have romantic feelings for him he's over the moon, of course he won't outwardly show it and attempts to act suave, he's failing miserably and stumbles over one or two words at first, with false cocky arrogance and deepening his voice to try and make you more embarrassed than he is. Although, if you look down at his feet you can see that his tail is swishing back and forth.

In a relationship he's a mix between awkward and suave, he loves to tease you but if you tease back he gets huffy and storms off, not because he's angry, but because he's just so embarrassed. Especially if you do it around his siblings, Cal and Lia will help you make fun of him but he won't forgive you, unless you give him a kiss or gift him a new book and then it's history.

Rolan will sometimes remind you of how you so forwardly and awkwardly confessed to him to try and make you embarrassed, whether or not if you actually bite back or not doesn't matter, but he loves to do it when you flirt with him first. Oh, you think you've caught him off guard? Well, here's his ultimate trap card! Unless you're not embarrassed by it, then he's stuck trying to remember some other event that could make you embarrassed.

Zevlor

He's not too great at cooking but he can absolutely try for you, he's better at baking because of the strict step by step instructions, but for cooking where it mainly relies on taste and altering recipes he can struggle a little. Rolan does that cute thing if you like to cook or bake where he wraps his arms around you from behind and gives you a lil' kiss.

His cuddles are very 'bear hug' like, when you're spooning him he always asks you to wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself against him fully, he adores the closeness and comfort of it. When he's spooning you he does the same, arms around your waist, his face buries in your neck, making sure to position his horns away from your face. He prefers cuddling in bed and laying down rather than sitting up or on the sofa, the sofas smaller so it makes it harder to get comfortable in his opinion.

Rolan's kisses are always short and sweet, gentle and usually he'll give two or three pecks in a row because he can't get enough of you. Sometimes he'll kiss you for longer or more passionately, usually if one of you is upset or had a long day and just needs one another to relax.

So, Zevlor's not exactly the most confident or well sought after in the romance department. His age shows on his face and many people seem to be turned off by it, of course there's the whole issue with his past that many tieflings dislike him over, which they make painfully clear.

Although of course, one man's trash is another's treasure, that's where you come in. You both express interest in one another, if you don't catch on due to differences in culture, a general misunderstanding or complete obliviousness, that's up to you. But Zevlor does try to court you.

Regardless of the fact that he's single and has been for a while, he still values romance to some part. Even though it's not to the point that he actively wishes for a relationship or is miserable outside of one.

Overall, Tiefling courting rituals are similar to human courting rituals, but with a lot more grim gallows humor they use to cope with being shunned in most societies that you might not be comfortable with. In Tiefling spaces a common dark joke is 'The fastest way to a man's heart is to either make it laugh it up, or cut it out of him.' If you are a Tiefling, or perhaps from a culture or a specific race that has similar courting rituals to a Tiefling, then he will most likely just stick with what he'd normally say. Nothing too intense, but definitely things that would make a stranger unaware of these traditions to raise a brow.

If you're a non Tiefling he might try to dial back what he would typically do to court one of his own race, in his years he understands that many races or cultures will show love through kind actions, but for Tieflings, courting is all about sarcasm and being a bit more 'violent' verbally. But, if a Tiefling didn't like you then they wouldn't pick on you.

Many Tieflings in the grove are already, painfully so, aware of your little crush on the old Tiefling man. Whether it's because you've talked to them about it or because you're just so obvious, gossip can spread like a wild hellfire, everybody will know even if only one person does.

He most likely had one or two flings in his time, but to hear someone so suddenly admit that they have feelings for him is rather new, and, let me just say, I think he would have some clue before you even said it out loud. Zevlor would never outright think 'they love me', but perhaps would be under the impression that you admire him in some way, especially with how many tieflings try to hint to him that you do love him.

I don't think he would even attempt to court you if he didn't think you'd be at least a little interested.

Obviously if you're reading this you most likely want Zevlor to reciprocate your feelings and accept your confession, which he does, his confession back isn't blunt per se but he definitely gets his feelings across without mincing any words.

In a relationship he's a little awkward at first, but definitely not shy. It's mostly because it's been a while since his last lover but he also wants to make it work with you, but after a few weeks he really does begin to settle in. He'll suggest activities to strengthen your bond, like cooking meals for each other and the other tieflings, training with weapons or fighting styles either one of you might not be perfect with or against, and sometimes just taking a stroll around to admire nature.

Zevlor will adore it if you bite back with equal sarcasm, he is never outright rude, especially if he knows you can't handle it, but he does love a good playful back and forth.

I don't think Zevlor would ever tease you about your awkward and sudden confession in public, maybe with a few close friends of yours or his, but it's mainly when you two are alone and it's usually just if you tease him first. It's a fun little inside joke between you two that you can always find humor in.

Zevlor's great at cooking that can give you energy and also taste good with minimal ingredients, it's nothing spectacular that you can eat thousands of plates full of, but they're always able to give a pep in your step. He, however, isn't too good at baking, and so if you like to bake then he appreciates some lessons when either of you have the time.

I think he'd be rather awkward and stiff if you ever cuddle for the first few times, after a while he does learn what you both like and how to position himself to be comfortable for each other, but he feels very cumbersome especially if you're laying down. Zevlor prefers to cuddle on the sofa just sitting next to each other one arm around another's waist style.

His kisses are passionate and like the movies, that's the best way I can describe them. He wants you to know how much he loves kissing you and so he takes your breath away every time, if either of you are busy or in a rush he will give a small peck to your cheek as to not make you dawdle.

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mins-fins · 5 days

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EPISODE 15 : ❛ froyo works every time ❜

Mark has to be completely honest, he is insanely nervous.

Why did he give into Johnny's incessant demands to ask you to get frozen yogurt Friday? He should've kicked the giant out of his room the moment he even tried to bring up you, texting you, or talking to you face to face once more.

Does he have enough time to run away before you show up? Maybe he can make an excuse about Yuta calling him for something, the older always covers for him, but he can't just bail out on you! He's been trying to do this for months, he gets to see you today and he immediately wants to chicken out? That's low..

He grits his teeth and shoves his hand into his pockets, seeing the weird look the employee at the counter is giving him through his peripheral vision. Oh he must look so pathetic right now, waiting around outside for what seems like forever, he's almost convinced your not going to show up.

But of course, you kept your word.

"Oh god I'm sorry I'm late! Practice went on for much longer than usual and when I realized the time Dejun purposefully held me up—"

Mark immediately snickers when you begin your ramble, and you pause, blinking at him. You caress the material of your sweater, suddenly feeling your cheeks grow hot. Why's he looking at you like that? Why is he smiling like that? Why is he being Mark Lee?

You're going to kill him, literally.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I don't want to sound like I'm making an excuse, did I make you wait too long?"

Mark is baffled that you'd even think so, he knows you care a lot about your time management, he knows you well enough to know you'd never make anyone wait on purpose. "No, no! I was just.. I don't know what I was doing if I'm being honest I was sort of just standing around".

You laugh at the words, still not looking at Mark directly. "Was the guy at the counter giving you dirty looks?"

"More like pitiful looks".

You let another laugh slip at the words, and Mark's lips turn up at the sight. "I'm stalling, aren't I? You came here for froyo, let me treat you".

He doesn't have to say anything more, you pretend your cheeks don't go red at the basic words. Maybe it's simply the way he said them, or maybe because it's Mark, it's always Mark, he just has always had this affect on you.

Mark glances back at you, catching you midway through your little zoning out session, he nudges you lightly with his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asks, voice hushed, as if indirectly saying you didn't really have to answer the question verbally.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah sorry" You shake your head, pushing Mark forward as a way to beckon him to go in. He simply gives you one last glance before following your silent demand, walking into the shop as you slowly followed behind him.

You allow for your eyes to scan the place, it's recognizable, and the nostalgia hits you much harder than you thought it would. You two, you and Mark that is, used to come here all the time back when you were dating, it was your regular spot, you loved the place's strawberry frozen yogurt, and Mark would indulge in your addiction all the time, of course making sure to judge your overuse of sprinkles.

You went there so often, in fact, that the employees behind the counter began recognizing you. Mark isn't as big a fan of froyo as you are, but he still followed you out whenever you wanted to go get frozen yogurt.

Your stomach begins to hurt, it hurts you in just the slightest.

Mark narrows his eyes at the many flavors displayed before him, humming. "You want strawberry right?"

You nod.

"Extra sprinkles?"

You simply smile, he does still know you. Mark hums again, biting his inner cheek. You then stop him from getting his wallet with your hand. "You're not actually paying, are you?" You inquire, and Mark rolls his eyes.

"Yn, I literally offered to pay".

"You don't have to, I was joking".

"Yn" He gently lowers your hand, but you can't focus on that with the way he's staring at you. Oh you're about to fall for him all over again, you want so badly to slip back into that lovesick fool you were before you broke up with Mark. "Don't argue with me, I'm paying".

You open your mouth to argue again, but Mark gives you a look, and it falls shut. Mark grins at his victory, snickering as a frown crosses your face. "That's so unfair.."

Mark hears your mutter, but he doesn't respond to it.

You really do love strawberry frozen yogurt, Mark doesn't really get it, but he finds your love for the treat cute either way (everything about you is cute, that's what Mark has decided). He can't even focus on his basic vanilla froyo, because he's too busy trying to figure out how to bring up what he so badly wants to bring up.

"How do you eat all of those sprinkles?" Mark wrinkles his nose, and you giggle around your spoon, eyeing Mark's melting frozen yogurt. "Seriously, it's too—"

"Sweet" You fill in the sentence for him, but you smile again as you scoop up another batch of sprinkles. "I know they are, Mark, but I like it like that".

"Hm".

"Yeah".

Mark stares at you, and you finally seem to catch the mental argument he's having with himself, because you leave your froyo alone, dropping your spoon. "Mark" You whisper, scratching your arm underneath your sweater.

"I'm sorry".

Mark wants to punch himself in the face, why the fuck are you apologizing? What are you apologizing for? He wants to ask why you're apologizing, but you keep going before he can open his mouth.

"I ended things because.. I felt like I was holding you back, your album was a hit and you became so busy and I didn't want to get in the way of that—"

"But you weren't" Mark doesn't care if he interrupted you, he had to get his point across. "I shouldn't have been so avoidant, you were clearly not doing your best and all I cared about was music".

"Don't give me that, none of it was your fault".

Mark's lips turn downward at your claim. "Still, I could've tried to consider your whole side of things".

You scoff, it's a playful one though. "I was being petty, I don't blame you for breaking up with me".

Mark is still frowning, and you relax your shoulders as you chuckle. "Stop frowning, stupid, I forgive you" He seems to want to resist his smile, but he can't, because his lips turn up, against his will, of course. "Your froyo is melting".

"I didn't really want it, anyway".

"Aww, you don't like frozen yogurt?" You raise an eyebrow, a teasing tone in your voice reminiscent of the tone you used back in that phone call.

"Not really, I just tolerate it because you like it" He states much too honestly for his own comfort. Mark has no idea why he said that, but he doesn't regret it, because you snicker, looking down at the floor. "What's so funny?"

"I don't know.. it's just— it's just how you say things, your words make me giggle".

"At least I still have that affect".

You giggle again, your giggles are addicting, Mark missed this, Mark missed you, he feels like he might go insane if he doesn't hold your hand or something.

But he doesn't give into such desires.

Mark has a good time out with you, he guesses Johnny was right, froyo does work every time. Thank goodness he barged into Mark's room earlier this week, thank goodness he decided to go through with this stupid frozen yogurt meetup thing.

And seeing you smile so wide just makes Mark feel giddy, he doesn't remember the last time he saw such a smile from you. He's not going to make the same mistake again, he promises.

Mark won't let you slip so easily from his fingertips this time.

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Poly!SanSang ✧ As Your Boyfriends

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Pairing: Choi San x Reader x Kang Yeosang

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: Poly boyfriend headcanons between San, Yeosang and their S/O

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: The section below the MDNI warning is all smut but besides that, it's fluffy! Let me know if I should add anything though!

Note: This is a product of Sansang simply existing

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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Songs That Represent Your Relationship (Spotify Links)

summertime in paris - jaden, WILLOW

double take - dhruv

strawberry chainsaw - jawny

Choi San - The Sun

San is very much the sun of the relationship, bright and smiley

You and Yeosang still have yet to explain where the mysterious energy comes from, but you are grateful for it

Will show his love through physical touch and words of affirmation guaranteed

Very obvious forms of affection because he won't be able to contain how much he loves you two

Does not mind PDA at all, honestly loves to tease y'all with surprise kisses and hugs

Will look at you like you're made from all the stars in the universe

Won't miss a single day sending a good morning or good night message in the group chat but he will pout if you don't respond within the hour though

Is the best communicator honestly

He will tell you his feelings very openly and rambles about his day

But he will also give you 100% of his attention when you talk about your day

A small thing that really hits his heart is when you trust him with things, he will protect your words with his life

There's a possibility that he will also be brought to tears seeing either of his partner's cry

Like one time he had an argument with you two- mostly caused by stress and him being on edge- and seeing you both look nervous and teary eyed made him vow to never get angry like that again

He will do everything in his power to make you feel better

If either you or Yeosang can't sleep, he will blast your favorite songs and dance with you

Doesn't matter if it's 3pm or 3am, you will all be twirling in the living room

He has the cutest pet names for both of you

My love, my baby, my rose, my angel, basically any cute name but will always have the word "my" before it

He may be an introvert, but will be super extroverted with you two

Like he's not embarassed at all to do anything for you guys

If you are anxious to ask for something, he will ask for you and doesn't mind

In summary, when he falls in love, he falls hard and he will make sure that you two know it.

Kang Yeosang - The Moon

If San's the sun, Yeosang is definitely the moon, a hidden beauty that shines even in your darkest times

Very soft but will not admit it directly

Not that he doesn't want you two to know he loves you, but it's difficult for him sometimes

So he opts for subtle forms of affection

Very much a quality time and acts of service kind of lover

Would love to spend time with you and San, whether that be going out to an amusement park or staying at home and cuddling

He was the last to say "I love you" and it was so quiet

When he didn't hear a response, he was worried but he then he looked up at you two and saw the emotional wrecks y'all were becoming

Everytime he says I love you after that is still quiet and small and entangled in small kisses or whispers but those moments are so special

He makes sure that you've eaten but with aggression

"If you don't eat soon, I'm leaving practice and throwing snacks at your window"

He may not hug you in public, but you're linking pinkies for sure

In private though, very much will bury his head into your shoulder when he gives you a hug

Won't admit it but he does love the affection San gives

It takes everything in him not to turn around and kiss San whenever his arms wrap around him

Is so shy when you both give him compliments on his performances

But you and San are his biggest cheerleaders and will be the loudest fans whenever he does anything ever

Gets so embarassed when he hears your loud "That's my baby! Look at him go! Y'all could NEVER!" but also lowkey loves it

Feels so happy hearing both of you laugh at his jokes, your laughs are his favorite song and he wouldn't mind hearing it on repeat 24/7

Having Wooyoung as his friend certainly has made him more open to affection but he has never known a love quite like being with you and San

Not the confrontational type but he will give the biggest death glare to anyone that says anything negative about you or San

Is protective and refuses to let anyone hurt either of you if he can help it

In summary, he's very much the type to seem annoyed by your affection but secretely adores all of it and is so thankful for your persistence in showing him he matters.

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

Switches to their core

Usually, San is the brattiest sub and the softest dom

In either position, his goal is to make you both cum as many times as possible

Will give you oral for hours and not tire from it

Yeosang, on the other hand, is usually the most obedient sub and a hard dom most of the time (not always though)

His goal is to make both of you scream his name, and he wants everyone to hear it

Honestly, if they're both domming you, either one could be hard or soft with you but never both hard doms at the same time

They always want to make sure at least one of them is giving you praise at all times

Both of them have a marking kink

If San's leaving hickeys on your thigh, Yeosang's leaving them on your collarbone

And they certainly wouldn't mind you marking them

In fact, San will proudly wear your hickeys the next day

Edging San when he's subby is just as good as overstimulating Yeosang, and they both look the prettiest when they have tears in their eyes

Praise Yeosang when he's subby, will not accept degradation

However, San could be called anything degrading and he'd still be whining

Both of them have an exhibition kink and love the idea of almost getting caught

Yeosang very much likes manhandling and will show his strength to you and San

San would love to either be tied up or tie you up, like you better believe handcuffs/ribbons, blindfolds and shibari are on the table with this man

Aftercare is composed of clingy cuddles and kisses

Cleaning up is not at the forefront of their mind until after they wake up but there will be a lot of brushing through eachother's hair and soft cuddling and massaging any sore parts if they were particularly rough

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tangledinink · 7 months

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Heya! First off I’m around halfway through teenage mutant what now and it is the funniest fic I have ever read - Beautifully written and overall brilliant but the jokes get me every time

And second, is it okay if I reference a pose from one of your gemini artworks for my own work? I’ll credit the inspiration if I post it anywhere ^^

whew we're overdue for an ask dump,,, OKAY ALRIGHT.

THANK YOU ; w ; I'm really glad you like it hehehehe. also yeah sure feel free! I don't mind! ^^

HEHEHE THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU

oh he DEFINITELY freaked out at first. there was a lot of panicking and confusion and "how could this even happen?!" ("you think i'd genetically engineer a creature that's not capable of reproducing? all of you should be genetically compatible with practically any yokai," draxum said. "AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO, I DUNNO, TELL US THAT?!" donnie said.) but eventually, he did calm down, and he and his partner talked about it (a bunch, multiple times), and eventually some of the panic gave way to... curiosity, first of all... and then maybe kind of excitement? and some fondness? i mean, he was still pretty scared, and sure, he doesn't really consider himself a 'kid' person, but it's not like he never thought about EVENTUALLY having kids, just maybe... not so soon? but. i mean.

well. if they're already cooking...

THANK YOU ; w ; i'm glad you like them! @kiwi-smug-silvalina

oh gosh, that's a good question. i'm not entirely sure... uhmmm... i would say perhaps... details about how gemini!donnie's witchcraft looks and acts, VS how venus's witchcraft looks and acts...

it is very shiny. i like that people call it "the bean" instead of its actual title coz it pisses anish kapoor off.

ah ; w ; THANK YOU SO MUCH,,, thats so sweet and this made me very happy,,, <3 im glad you liked it!!!! @allegedllama

HEHEHE thank you. yes im aware that i am deranged.

omg same hat!!! i was a lifeguard and it was.... uh.... INTERESTING to say the least... (sometimes lovely, sometimes AWFUL...) @datfearlesschick

if by games you mean 'messed up deals that she can manipulate to her own advantage,' then yes! @frogonamelon

@beannary @spectralsleuth @heckitall @livsinpjs and the sep council as a whole!!! y'all's support has definitely meant so much and there's no way i'd have gotten as far with any of my projects as i have without them... or without literally ANY of the people who take the time to do things like reblog with tags, leave commentary in the tags, send in asks about my stories, etc etc etc! that's definitely one of my main motivators to create more!!! <3 thank y'all!

EEEE this made me smile, hehehehe. thank you :3c @thejavavoid

AAAAAA THANK YOU THIS GENUINELY MADE ME SO HAPPY COZ I WAS SO GODDAMN PROUD OF THOSE HANDS AND HOW THEY CAME OUT ; w ; THANK YOU @onejellyfishplease

thank you!!! u w u @fanrulerjynx

THANK YOU ; w ; I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS,,, it made me very very very happy and HEHEHE IM GLAD YOU LIKE YASSIFIED DRAXUM,,, i just think he DESERVES it, y'know? also thats just my favorite way to draw characters lmao I think it's fun so I decided for this comic I just get to indulge...

not necessarily-- this was mostly just a coincidence! @breezehurricane

oh gosh. i'm not sure, but i know it definitely WILL affect their parenting... i think at first donnie will find himself just... deferring to his partner a LOT in almost any situation because he's afraid that he'll fuck it up, because he DOESN'T feel like he understands proper boundaries or what parenting is supposed to look like, etc etc etc, and he's afraid he'll mess up. he probably reads a TON of parenting books as well because RESEARCH and will often try to pull directly from them in any situation he can, and is confused when things don't go exactly the way they were described in the text... leo i think kind of tends to flounder between being overprotective and feeling the desire to protect his son from everything and anything and wanting to overcorrect this tendency by pulling back and trying to give him as much freedom and space as possible, which sometimes leads to some... inconsistencies. there's definitely a learning curve for both of them, but they both get the hang of it eventually. they both have lovely partners and a very loving and supportive family to help them and they'll figure it out with a bit of practice.

ahhh thank you! :D im so delighted that my silly stories actually inspired something for you!!! hell yeah!!! MAKING THINGS IS GREAT!!! THANK YOU!!! @can-elope

i like to imagine them all staying very close, especially coz i'm loosely planning on them all going through the kraang-apocalypse together (and then coming through to the other side!) so i can't imagine them ever drifting too far from each other, emotionally or geographically. there's a bit of a rocky start for a lot of them, but all of the siblings end up a very tight-knit bunch.

#asks #ask dump #anon

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russenoire · 9 months

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in response to this post:

ONE-sensei is a bit of a troll, not gonna lie.

but... i actually like this ending, at least for comedy's sake. the stark juxtaposition of

'boy gets hit by a truck and his unexamined jungian shadow self flattens a city before he finally makes peace with it'

with

'and everything was just fine six months later'

is funnier than spelling out exactly how we get from point A to point B, because we KNOW — as the audience — that it wasn't 'just fine'. after everything we saw, how could it be?

subverted expectations underpin a lot of comedy, even dark comedy, especially absurdist comedy. MP100 is practically built on both. this story wrings a lot of humor out of sad, if not tragic, situations: witness shigeo's 'who told you you could pass out?!' after his home has been reduced to kindling. or ritsu's admission that he only recently stopped crying himself to sleep at night over his inability to bend spoons like his big brother. while he's letting shigeo know just how much he supposedly hates him in that alley.

not expanding upon the real-life consequences of said city-flattening is funny precisely because dropping 'i wrecked my hometown after nearly dying in a car accident on the way to ask out my crush when i was a teenager' in a conversation and just... leaving it there? would be fucking horrifying in real life. here, in the elastic magical-realist context of MP100, it's more darkly absurd than anything else...

more to your point, OP: in this particular series, ONE-sensei tells so much of this story by implication. the answers to some of your questions are in the text, only... alluded to.

this might get long. bear with me:

the fact that joseph from the government exists? and that he's an esper working in secret? implies that the knowledge of destructive espers might need to be concealed from the public at large, perhaps to prevent wide-scale panic or ostracism of espers themselves. i doubt the government was forthright with its citizens about the confession arc disaster or the actual cause, for the same reasons.

that suzuki's broadcast-hijacking world domination announcement is met with public disdain and ridicule, especially over social media? outside of our cast, no one actually takes his threat seriously until it happens. reigen's trash-talking claw's seventh division down to earth also shows how little respect espers who don't make themselves useful to society actually get here. he is, after all, just another member of the public.

that reigen agrees to take on haruaki amakusa as a client after the world domination arc in part because he's worried about losing business? people have begun to move away from seasoning city in the aftermath; whatever the threat amakusa's hyakki present, neutralizing them as soon as possible is best for reigen's continued financial health. i can see even more residents deciding they've had enough and leaving after shigeo's last brush with death. would you stay?

how many people know shigeo is connected to reigen, apart from the people they both know? out of his own inflated and fragile ego, reigen presents himself as a sole proprietor on his website; it doesn't seem his business or its reputation would be directly affected at all.

and the injuries caused? possible deaths? we get a taste: early on in chapter 100, several people are trapped and unable to move in a 地盤沈下 (jibánchinka, literally: 'land subsidence', which can apply to a sinkhole, a landslide...) shigeo has left in his wake. we only find out because a cop is being briefed on this and its cause while trying to detain the suspect for questioning.

but like all other bodily harm caused in this story, we aren't treated to the fallout. did the elderly ishiguro survive shou plowing him into the earth? did miyagawa die after teruki flipped his barrier onto him and broiled him in his own flames? did those high school bully boys live after shigeo cracked their heads open on the pavement like eggs? like, these are good questions. (i'm inclined to believe that all these people died, but many would call me harsh for saying that about an otherwise kind story. we never see them again, either way.)

shigeo actually has a healing factor of sorts; his jungian shadow self keeps plucking him from death's arms. we have no way of knowing if this is true for anyone else, because that isn't the story ONE wanted to tell. if nothing else, the mangaka's lack of desire to engage with this question of lethal consequences is at least consistent across MP100.

any questions that aren't answered either directly or that can't be answered by easy extrapolation can foster continued engagement with the material.

for example: we don't know what shigeo's parents think about much of anything in this story, besides how little they expect from him and how ritsu sets a standard they feel shigeo should live up to. this boy goes through hell multiple times and is never shown to confide in either of his parents about it, instead suffering in silence for some time until he finds someone he feels safe enough to talk to. all this gives me the distinct impression that shigeo just isn't that close to his mother or his father. i can understand why. it's actually kind of sad, even as readers' frustrated expectations of real-life parental involvement with — and confusion over — his and his brother's shenanigans also generate some dark humor.

this also establishes a precedent: since we never check in with them, by the time the confession arc rolls around, their opinion hardly matters. (but i'm sure someone has written a fic fleshing that out! i'm somewhat curious myself.)

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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the itoshi brothers (and how bluelock handles betrayal as character motivation)

✦ or why i don't think sae hates rin afterall.

✦ a / n ; this absurdly long and absurdly extensive. my bad. also sorry if this is obvious to some people, sometimes it takes me a few reads fdfksj

i want to preface this by saying - i'm not really very invested in the itoshi brothers. or at least i wasn't originally. the character im usually most taken with is isagi, but i've sort of been wanting to dissect sae because i can't fully wrap my head around his character. and when i want to understand a character, i usually end up going through a re-read of their chapters and arcs - to get a feel for them and all.

sorry for the thick paragraph, but tl;dr this is the first time im really analyzing these two so if this is obvious to everyone else please ignore me asjdskjds

anyway. the analysis.

there's two things that need to be examined when taking a look at the itoshi brothers. the first being their relationship before sae took off to spain, the second being how bluelock sets up concepts like betrayal for the sake of improvement.

firstly - i think we need to address saes character on a base level. sae is shown to be relatively detached in general. whereas rin has forever been more of sensitive character - sae is critical and level-headed. i suspect this is partially accredited to his role as older brother.

but you'll notice that sae is significantly more gentle to rin. he's a good older brother, both encouraing rin to do well and play soccer with him. even if he lacks that sort of finesse with teammates.

from the beginning, rin idolizes his older brothers character. every goal he has is in some way relating to pleasing or impressing sae. it's not unusual for him to do as a younger brother, especially one who was obviously doted on by rin. it's very clear that rin loves his brother deeply and feels a need to earn his favor nearly always.

there's this conversation they have in ch.124 that really drew me to this conclusion and sort of shifted my perspective on this relationship. i had always figure that sae had experienced something in spain that we, the audience don't know. it's very bluelock for characters to change drastically due to some crushing defeat (case and point kunigami)

but i hadn't take into consideration what that event would've changed in these twos relationship where maybe i should've. the thing is that sae is always concerned about how rin will fare without him.

in this chapter, sae asks rin what he thinks about or considers with playing soccer and rin responds with something along the lines of - he's not really thinking. he uses instinct and has confidence his brothers passes to him. sae is of course critical of this.

aside from the very obvious affection that this two share - sae goes onto tell rin that he's going off to spain soon. he once again, encourages rin to do his best and not fall behind while he's gone. rin responds with of course, and promises to become best in japan while sae goes onto become best in the world.

from there, we see rins life as he continues to grow up while his brother is in spain for several years. rin is shown to feel a little bit lonely, but keeps his promise of dedicating his entire life to football. not only is he a good team-player, he spends his free time practicing alone because he has full faith in the promise that he made with sae when they were young.

whats noticeable to me is the way rin describes playing without sae as constricting or inconvenient. the sport doesn't quite feel the same without sae around, but rin continues to practice because he values his relationship to his brother.

it's coming directly off of a win that sae returns home and sees rin practicing, and it's here i had a realization about the nature of their relationship and their driving force.

and it's here where i really put together what the actual consequence of saes spain trip was.

but before i get to that, i want to touch on the way bluelock as a series handles the concept of failure and motivation. because there are two seperate instances where a character has some sort of major event happen to them - whether that be a kind of betrayal or a massive failure and that drives their character to improve farther.

the first one being kunigami and his transformation as the hyena. the second and imo - the more important one, the relationship between reo and nagi.

to keep it brief - nagi essentially 'betrays' reo by choosing to go with isagi and separate himself from reo in order to improve. while nagi doesn't entirely understand it as a betrayal (because he still considers reo a close friend) it is indeed a crushing moment for reo - who makes it his goal and his ego to be a player that nagi can play with.

in laymans terms - it's betrayal of a pairing that provides character development and is often used to highlight the intense bonds between two people. to be motivated by someone instead of something can only speak to how much you value that person, and want to play with them, right?

and that's where i want to pick up with rin and sae.

there are so many details about this scene to nitpick. so many things i want to shed light on because i just find it so interesting when i look carefully. sae returns home while rin is practicing on the field, and rin is incredibly excited to see his brother.

but it's obvious both to us as the audience and to rin that sae has changed somehow.

you can just tell that sae looks exhausted, where as rin has the same same expression as he did four years ago.

there are so many things in this panel that i think are worth analyzing. the fact that rin notices that sae has lost weight as a marker of just how much sae has changed. what he's been through.

and more specifically what sae says in order to summarize his experiences in spain.

"turns out the world is huge. there're players way better than me out there. i..i've changed my dream."

now, my understanding of japanese is none so i can't compare this to the raws. but i want to discuss the phrasing here with a little more nuance - specifically, i want to talk about the way sae has phrased the sentence.

you'll notice that sae does not say "my dream has changed". he instead says "i've changed my dream." and i think this is a testament to what happened to him in the fours years he was abroad. sae wants it to seem like its a choice he's made, if only to convince rin that he's fine with it. it's obvious that sae likely experienced whats very common for characters in bluelock - which is the mortifying realization that he was practically nothing in comparison to his peers.

we know what the means for sae as individual, in that he was deeply discouraged by what he understood as reality. but what does that mean for sae as an older brother? particularly an older brother who dotes on his younger brother.

rin is very against the idea of sae playing as a midfielder, and tells sae to his face that he doesn't want to see sae like this. he recognizes that saes change is actually stemming from a sense of defeat, and is against the idea of sae giving up his dream. and you can see in saes expression that he's saddened at rins reaction - thought he might've predicted it to some extent.

he's insistent on the fact rin doesn't understand, but hearing rin say "you're not the same brother i shared a dream with...!" causes the façade to crack momentarily. in the minute that sae is covered in shadow, we see his approach to rin changing.

and i think it's here i realized what the sudden attitude change was about.

sae goes onto to challenge rin to a one on one duel. he tells rin, that if you're able to win against me here then ill continue to believe in that dream. he absolutely crushes rin in the match, and when that match is over - rin finally confesses it outright.

its this moment where it all finally clicked for me that saes response here was entirely intentional. and the reason i know that to be true, and that the way he talks to rin here is insincere is because of the way he hesitates.

we get an entire panel where sae simply stares at rin and is silent. this isn't a gut reaction. we intentionally get to see the briefest moment where sae is hesitating to say all of this cruel shit to rin. because he knows rin will never stop idolizing sae or hoping for that dream.

and you'll notice the way he's using this moment to drill something in rins head for later on. he says something explicitly i want to talk to about

"don't use me as your reason to play football ever again."

its this moment that confirms it for me. this, on top of the fact we don't get to see saes expression when he says the last part. he's turned away from rin entirely - when he had been facing rin for most of this conversation.

that's the thing, though. sae to some extent, is familiar with the cruelty that soccer on the international level has to offer. in the early part of the manga, you see him have a similar reaction to bluelock and egoism as a concept. sae is intrigued by it and supports its core tenets to some extent, because he's seen professional soccer at its most brutal.

when you think about it, what reason does sae have to be so intentionally cruel to rin about not wanting to play football? if he was really so indifferent to rin, what reason would there be to crush him to that extent? wouldn't the appropriate response be just that, indifference?

sae's disposition is never naturally cruel. but his whims and feelings adjust based on input. he plays soccer and thinks very heavily about his moves. so if his experiences is telling him that he is no longer fit to be a striker, then what does that make of the promise he made to the younger brother he adored.

all of that to say, i think sae wants rin to become a striker and wants to continue playing soccer with rin. but he believes that if rin remains attached to him the way he is - he will never reach his full potentional. and in order to bring that full potential out - he's willing to be the catalyst and subsequently the villain rins story.

i think all of it, and the intentional salt in the wound is a mechanism for rins development which sae achieves by the end of u20 almost.

#bllk manga spoilers #bluelock manga spoilers #bluelock meta #bllk meta #fang.bllkmeta #fang.meta #aristotle.txt #IVE SPENT TWO HOURS COMPILING THIS IM ASHAMED?#SORRY I JUST HAD LIKE. SUCH AN EPIPHANY ABOUT THESE TWO AND IM LIKE OUT OF MY MIND #LIKE HOLYYYY SHIT YOU KNOW?#I HAD NEVER REALLY PROCESSED THEM BEFORE #BUT WOW. LIKE WOW YOU KNOW

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vickyvicarious · 1 year

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May 24, or: Lucy and the Three Suitors

The first was too straightforward, the second was too jolly, and the last was just right.

...Okay, it's not quite that simple, especially given that Lucy didn't describe Arthur's proposal in detail, but it's still interesting to notice the differences in their proposals and what that reveals about them as characters, or more specifically about their relationship to Lucy. Let's take a glance. (This wound up just being Lucy/Arthur propaganda, basically.)

John 'Jack' Seward

"number One came just before lunch"

"He was very cool outwardly, but was nervous all the same. He had evidently been schooling himself as to all sorts of little things, and remembered them; but he almost managed to sit down on his silk hat, which men don't generally do when they are cool, and then when he wanted to appear at ease he kept playing with a lancet in a way that made me nearly scream."

"He spoke to me, Mina, very straightforwardly. He told me how dear I was to him, though he had known me so little, and what his life would be with me to help and cheer him."

"He was going to tell me how unhappy he would be if I did not care for him, but when he saw me cry he said that he was a brute and would not add to my present trouble. Then he broke off and asked if I could love him in time; and when I shook my head his hands trembled"

"with some hesitation he asked me if I cared already for any one else. He put it very nicely, saying that he did not want to wring my confidence from me, but only to know, because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope."

"he looked very strong and very grave as he took both my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that if I ever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best"

Number One obviously practiced for this. He rehearsed it in his head, had a clear script, and only broke away from that when it became very obvious that his straightforward and direct approach was upsetting Lucy. He cut himself off right away once he did notice, to his credit, but still seemed to hold hopes that perhaps this might be just because she doesn't know him well enough yet, or that he might hold out hope for the future. Depending on whether or not you think the suitors all knew they had shared affections for the same girl (I lean towards yes), then the hesitation kind of points towards him hoping it isn't what he already suspects to be true.

He knew he would be extremely nervous and attempted to hide his nerves by carefully and deliberately controlling his actions. But again and again, Lucy saw through him. I think his coming earlier in the day points as well to 'getting it over with', not letting his nerves build up even longer (especially if he knows the others are proposing too and if she says yes he won't get a chance). The way he spoke to her, very directly and clearly, points not only to nerves and trying to stick to things that are simple/difficult to bungle, but also to a more direct approach socially. He's not as comfortable with talking around things, he wants to be clear and direct. This isn't a bad quality but is one that might be difficult for Lucy if he expects the same from other people. She has already made a couple of comments that suggest she has a hard time being honest/direct with her words. If this man doesn't notice her unease until she is literally crying in front of him, he's probably not tuned in enough to be able to get her to admit when something is bothering her.

While he meant only the best, he was unable to easily read her feelings, and unable to hide the depth his own. He left Lucy feeling guilty that she couldn't reciprocate, knowing that by failing to do so she was causing him pain.

Quincey P. Morris

"number Two came after lunch"

"He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has had such adventures. [...] I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me. No, I don't,"

"he found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang, and whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said such funny things"

"Mr. Morris sat down beside me and looked as happy and jolly as he could, but I could see all the same that he was very nervous."

"'Miss Lucy, I know I ain't good enough to regulate the fixin's of your little shoes, but I guess if you wait till you find a man that is you will go join them seven young women with the lamps when you quit. Won't you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?'"

"he did look so good-humoured and so jolly that it didn't seem half so hard to refuse him as it did poor Dr. Seward; so I said, as lightly as I could, that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't broken to harness at all yet. Then he said that he had spoken in a light manner, and he hoped that if he had made a mistake in doing so on so grave, so momentous, an occasion for him, I would forgive him."

"He really did look serious when he was saying it, and I couldn't help feeling a bit serious too"

"before I could say a word he began pouring out a perfect torrent of love-making, laying his very heart and soul at my feet. He looked so earnest over it that I shall never again think that a man must be playful always, and never earnest, because he is merry at times. I suppose he saw something in my face which checked him, for he suddenly stopped, and said with a sort of manly fervour that I could have loved him for if I had been free:—'[...]Tell me, like one good fellow to another, is there any one else that you care for?"

"That quite won me, Mina, for it was brave and sweet of him, and noble, too, to a rival—wasn't it?—and he so sad; so I leant over and kissed him."

"He wrung my hand, and taking up his hat, went straight out of the room without looking back, without a tear or a quiver or a pause; and I am crying like a baby."

Quincey followed right after lunch, right in the middle of the day. Once again, she saw that he looked nervous, but by and large he succeeds too well in hiding his own feelings from Lucy. This is the opposite problem from the last proposal. She notices his charm plenty, but because there is so much of it and because he does it so well, she initially feels that he is less sincere, or at least less vulnerable. Lucy is more moved by Quincey, and thinks he could win her over if she weren't already in love, but she also seems to think his charm is more generally polished and not as specific to her. In reality though, Quincey has been altering his behavior to please her and came with a planned proposal that he thought would make her happy. Once again, it didn't go the way he expected and he had to improvise, but the way he did so was different. He deliberately opened up and let her see how deeply he felt, and then that moved her much more than his lighthearted approach had. But he also noticed her emotions weren't quite matching his, and stopped himself. He noticed sooner, and she again responded to him more, but this was still after he had given his big speech 'before she could say a word', somewhat cutting her off. Once again, the communication isn't quite on a level, although it comes closer.

Quincey is more socially adept but also more likely to hold back his own feelings. He tells stories and jokes to please others. While he's generally more confident, I think the way it takes him so long to bare his emotions also can point to him having difficulty opening up like that. Sure, it was a strategy, but one that speaks to how he usually approaches difficult conversations. He's generally not as comfortable being so direct, at least about his own feelings (of course when he has to face that she doesn't return them, he isn't hesitant/is brave, and once he acts he does so resolutely). He's more similar to Lucy in this way, but maybe too similar, enough that it's hard for both of them to be serious/straightforward with one another. When he got her to take him seriously and it didn't work out, he retreated and she was left feeling guilty once again. Less so than before, I think, as she has more confidence in his ability to handle his own emotions, but that could also just point to her not being able to see him as clearly.

Arthur Holmwood

"Arthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could;"

"it was all so confused; it seemed only a moment from his coming into the room till both his arms were round me, and he was kissing me"

"I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such a lover, such a husband, and such a friend."

Less to say here! But let's notice how it contrasts the others. While they had only one successful try, Arthur has taken three attempts to get out his proposal (counting this successful one). This could point to a couple of things - he sees her more often, he's alone with her more frequently but for shorter amounts of time, he's more confident he will be received well, he's having trouble holding his feelings back. I think it's probably a combination of all of the above. They've spent a lot of time together, enough to start rumors. Her mom likes him a lot and wants to spend time with him too, and perhaps thus interrupts them more. Lucy has also been trying to help him make chances, which he's noticed. And lastly, he doesn't even attempt to hide his feelings here.

Earlier, Lucy mentioned that she wasn't sure he loved her back, but it seems like that may be more her doubting herself than him trying to restrain his emotions. Because at least as far as we are told, he doesn't try to control himself at all. He also does not have a speech. Maybe this is down to the earlier failed attempts, and he wants to just get it all out now in a rush. But regardless, in this entry at least Lucy is able to clearly read his interest, and he can clearly read hers in return. Rather than the mistakes made between the others, there is no confusion here. They are both on the same page.

Any one of these men could have potentially won Lucy over in different circumstances. They all genuinely love her and they all have good relationships. (I love the way Lucy emphasizes that Arthur is her friend too, as well as the others.) But Lucy/Arthur is the couple we end up with. Partly this is due to pre-existing feelings. But I think timing aside, we also see that there are some communication difficulties with the other two men. Whether it's trouble noticing the other's emotions (Lucy for Quincey, Jack for Lucy), or difficulty communicating the depth of their own feelings (Quincey, Lucy), etc.

The usage of the planned and specific proposal vs. the more spontaneous and confused one illustrates this well. Lucy entries continue to have a focus on the ability to speak freely. Sure, we don't actually hear either of the couple speak directly here, but that actually points to them being so caught up in/openly expressing themselves that it's all just a jumble. There is no long stilted conversation, no one-sided speechifying. They're both involved, both equally caught up in emotion.

Not to get into spoilers, but... I think it's important for Lucy to be with someone who is able to tell how she is feeling, and communicate his own emotions clearly to her. It's a good match for her tendency to downplay or have difficulty expressing herself. While everyone could do well enough, the way the proposals are written set Arthur up as having the best ability to be open/get Lucy to open up as well.

Sure, her mother likes him, and he's rich and titled, but on an interpersonal level I think he is genuinely the best choice for her, not merely a safe one.

#dracula daily #lucy westenra #lucy/arthur #suitor squad #jack seward #quincey morris #arthur holmwood #my meta

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Between the cross and the sword | T.S

Summary: The return of Arthur Sr to Small Heath turns the day upside down. The relationship between Y/N and Tommy takes another step.

A/N: This chapter practically wrote itself, it's not what I had initially planned, but my subconscious need for drama took the reins 🤭

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Chapter 3: The past, the present and the future.

The many shades of tissue made Y/N indecisive. Tommy's breath at the back of her neck and the weight of a gun on her stockings didn't help her to go faster.

"It's just a fucking curtain, it can't be that hard," Tommy rushed her.

"Then pick one up!"

"I already told you to get another white one,"

"Tommy," she stared at him, "will you wash them from time to time?"

"Just pick a color, alright? I have better things to do,"

After fixing the broken window in Tommy's bedroom, she noticed the curtains were old and dirty, probably weren't washed for years, by her standards that was unacceptable, they needed new ones.

The attacks from the Lees didn't cease and that worried Tommy. He didn't want to leave the house for something as trivial as curtains, but after much insistence from Y/N they went out to get new ones, with the condition both would carry guns.

"Perhaps cream then?" she asked.

"Cream is good," he answered, defeated.

"Just because it isn't white doesn't mean you won't have to wash it,"

"Can we go now?"

"Yes, Mr. Shelby, we can go,"

On the way home, his hand rested on her waist as a security matter, just in case a Lee boy suddenly showed up, Tommy could easily move her away, so she wouldn't need to reach for her own gun.

In the past few weeks, the couple adapted to each other's routine without much trouble. An exigence from Y/N was that he never hid anything from her, since the war directly affected her life too.

During the day they worked, at night things were different, quieter, they've been holding each other to sleep as a silent agreement, the initial awkwardness melted away on the other's embrace.

As much as Tommy tried to avoid it, the warmth of her skin stuck to his sometimes got him painfully hard on his trousers, making him feel like a hormonal teenager. In the attempt to someday soothe this frustration, he'd been testing the waters with her.

He'd rather be hung than making her resent him, his touches were never bolder than ones of a friend. Holding her hand, caressing her arms, all things he did in his teenage years trying to win her.

However, this time her reactions weren't negative, although she never returned his gestures, she didn't complain or move away.

Entering home with bags on their hands, the voice they heard made them freeze, they switched a look before entering the kitchen.

Arthur Sr, Tommy's father, the man who abandoned five children for Polly, who was recently widowed at the time, to look after, sat on the table as if he still owned the house.

"Ah! Speak of the devil!" he greeted, "How are you, son?"

Tommy glanced at Arthur then at John, from the look on their faces who brought the bastard home was obvious.

"I remember you!" he noticed Y/N, "Arthur told me you got married, I knew it'd happen eventually but let me warn you, you better watch out, yeah? I had an affair with your mum,"

"Get out of this house," Tommy hissed, restricting his anger.

"Tommy-" Arthur Jr spoke.

"You shut up,"

"Wait," Y/N interrupted, "what did you say about my mum?"

"Yeah, right after Adeline died she came to comfort me, and she did, great woman she was, if you're like her then Tommy is lucky, I don't know if she was pregnant after or if she was before, but she-"

"Arthur!" Polly scolded.

"I'm just answering the kid's question, Pollyanna,"

"You're lying," Y/N teared up.

"'Course he is," Tommy scoffed, "fucking get out of here,"

"C'mon, son, I'm a changed man,"

"Get out, you fucking liar!" Y/N thundered.

"Alright then," he sighed and headed to the exit, "Arthur Shelby never stays where he's not welcomed," turning back at Tommy, he added, "quite hysterical, isn't she?"

The door opened and closed, announcing Arthur Sr's departure. Polly sighed in frustration as everyone else silently assimilated the situation.

"He's our dad," Arthur Jr argued.

"Tsk," Y/N scoffed, "he can be Amelia's too,"

"He's a selfish bastard," Tommy finished the conversation.

Noticing Y/N's discomfort, Polly walked across the kitchen, guiding the girl to the living room, before leaving, she took the bags from Tommy's hands.

Polly peeked inside of them and found curtains, bedsheets and a few decorative paintings. A smile grew on her face, she'd never thought her nephew would leave the house in the middle of a war between families only to fulfill his woman's wishes.

"Sit down," she commanded and sat beside her, "you were quite shaken with my brother's words,"

"How can someone like you have come from the same place as that bastard, Pol?"

"Uhm, he was never the same after our mother's death, I'd say he was always like this and only needed a reason to unleash his devilment,"

"He's lying, isn't he? Amelia can't be Tommy's sister, what would that make me?"

"He's lying, dear, it's all he knows how to do," Polly soothed, "Adeline died in 1908, he left in 1909,"

"My mum was already gone," she sighed in relief, "why would he say that then?"

"Probably just to tease you, he was friends with your father, he knew Joseph would have killed him if he touched your mother,"

"Friends, yeah, I imagine," Y/N humorlessly chuckled.

"He must had been jealous of your father, he had a mind for business and a good marriage,"

"Oh, how I hate that man, Arthur must be mad to bring him back,"

"Well, it's his father above anything,"

"He's a selfish bastard," Y/N repeated Tommy's words.

"Yeah," Polly agreed, "I'll check on Arthur, he must be shaken,"

As she left the room, Y/N checked her bags, the excitement of redecorating her temporary bedroom was gone. She should know happiness never lasted long when you're surrounded by Shelbys.

Tommy entered the place with his hands on his pockets, the blankness of his face didn't hide the frustration in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah," he drawled, "are you?"

She shrugged off and he pursed his lips, hating to see her upset because of his father.

"Don't you want to put the curtains on? You took long to choose them,"

"Later, how is Arthur?"

Tommy huffed, negatively nodding, "Stupid,"

"Uhm, I- I think I'll go for a walk, when I come back we'll finish your room,"

"No, you won't," he forbid, "it's not safe,"

"You gave me a gun, Tommy, I can defend myself,"

"It's still dangerous, if you want to cry go to the bedroom, no one will bother you,"

Without answering, she stood up and walked to the exit. Tommy followed her, grabbing her arm.

"Y/N, fucking listen to me,"

"You're not the boss of me," she hissed, "I just wanna go to my grandad's house,"

"I'll take you,"

"Is it too hard to understand I want to be alone?"

"Is it too hard to not act like a fucking child?! If you want to go to fucking Ned's house I'll take you, but you can't go around by yourself as if there isn't a war going on!"

"Let go, Tommy," she muttered, scared by his change of tone.

"...as if I haven't enough on," he sighed and let go of her arm.

Pushing him out of the way, she rushed upstairs, hiding in the bedroom. She never imagined Tommy could be so intimidating, at least not with her.

She sat on the bed, cursing him for nearly making her cry, one of the few memories she had of her father was him telling her to never cry over a man, but how could she not? Regret weighted on her chest, she could have ran away after the deal was set, but she didn't because she believed Tommy was a fair man.

Then, it occurred to her, was, the boy she knew before the war was a fair, good man. Perhaps now she was married to a stranger.

Brushing away the tears threatening to run down her face. She composed herself, Arthur Sr was a hurricane of a man flustering everywhere he went, besides she wasn't stuck with Tommy forever, as soon as the Lees were defeated, life would get back to normal.

Deciding it was the best to do now, Y/N started to think of a plan that could put up white flags. Only then she'd be set free of Thomas Shelby.

Three knocks announced Tommy entering the bedroom. He awkwardly closed the door behind him and muttered.

"Love-"

"Don't call me that," she blankly demanded.

"Alright, Y/N, listen to me, I'm sorry,"

Tommy sat down near her as she kept silent, staring at the same point of the wall.

"Hey," he put a strand of hair behind her ear, "if you want to go to Ned's house I'll take you,"

She negatively nodded and Tommy sighed, an old, tired sound from someone who had to deal with so much, never let his guard down, never spin out of control, didn't matter how hard everything got.

"If something happened to you, if you were caught on the crossfire of a war I started I'd never forgive myself," he explained, "and that bastard gets on my nerves, I was already angry then there was you, I know it doesn't justify anything,"

"No, it doesn't,"

"...did I hurt you?" he caressed her arm.

"You scared me, Tommy," she finally stood up for herself, "I didn't know what you'd do if I tried to go out,"

"I'd probably drag you back," he confessed.

"And what gives you the right?"

"Nothing, nothing gives me the right of yelling, grabbing or dragging you, but Y/N, the weeks you spent here were the calmer of my whole fucking life, if I didn't know you were safe I'd go mad,"

"I know I was irrational," she admitted, "but I can defend myself, Tom, I had a life before you too, alright?"

"Alright," he agreed, "but this is our life now, until war is over,"

"Aren't you tired of wars, Tommy?" she suddenly asked, "this one only has a few weeks and I'm losing my mind already,"

"...sometimes," he looked down, "sometimes I think I lost it a long time ago,"

As Tommy stared at his own feet, Y/N looked at him, pitying him, realizing his wounds were much deeper than she imagined. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I have a friend who worked on an asylum, she dealt with all sorts of people and someday she got to a conclusion," with a tiny smile on her face, she joked, "people only truly lose their minds when they start to rip money,"

Tommy scoffed with laughter, that wasn't the conclusion he expected, it served as consolation though, perhaps he wasn't completely insane yet.

Tilting his head to look at her, he smirked seeing her with closed eyes, resting on his shoulder. Noticing his eyes on her, she lifted her head.

Face-to-face, she giggled when his fringe brushed on her forehead. He cupped her jaw, gently caressing her cheeks, refusing to be the one to make the first move.

Her eyes lowered to his lips, she didn't know if it was the effect of her inexperience with men or Tommy himself, but she was mesmerized.

Slowly, she locked their lips together in a quick peck. Tommy wrapped an arm around her waist and united their lips again, never fully taking control.

She cupped his cheeks pulling him closer, warmth spread through her body. Only when she needed to breathe again she pushed him away, stood up and wiped her mouth.

"You- you should go check on Arthur," she stuttered, "from the look on his face it's clear he'll believe anything that man tell him, I'll stay here and finish the room,"

With flustered cheeks and a confused look on his face, Tommy muttered, "Alright, Y/N,"

As he left the room, she covered her mouth and giggled, she couldn't believe her own boldness. At the same time, she wasn't sure if she should give Tommy hope, she couldn't deny it was good, really good, but the consequences of playing with his feelings were unpredictable.

For now, all she had sure was that the bedroom needed redecoration.

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#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #Between the cross and the sword

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smuttyfang · 9 months

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Dabi, “Hawks Doesn’t Love You.”

Dabi could absolutely just be using you in this to get to Hawks or he could genuinely be in love with you. You decide, I don't specify. (TW: mentions of possible cheating)

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Days felt so long when he was gone. You spent hours upon hours doing practically nothing with your time, simply because you missed him so much. It was easy to let your mind be consumed with something else, like cleaning or scrolling online, but your mind would always drift back to him. You would try to text him sometimes, but he wouldn't answer a lot of the time, or would give very short responses. Probably too busy, what else was new? Sighing, you stared mindlessly at the TV, flipping through the same channels over and over again hoping for something interesting to pop up. You heard a quiet knock at the door. Standing up, you stretched a little bit before walking over and answering. Opening the door, you didn't really notice who it was at first.

"Thanks for the food, here's a tip too." You handed the person money, but they didn't take it. They cleared their throat to get your attention.

"I think you got the wrong guy." It was a deep, scratchy voice. Looking up at them, it was a man with burn marks on his face and hands. It was lined with staples. He hid his face away with the hood from his jacket, but it was still noticeable once you looked close enough.

"Oh, uh.. sorry. I thought you were here to deliver my dinner. Can I help you?" The man cocked his head at you.

"I don't have any dinner for you, not this time anyways." He smirked. Something felt like it knotted up in your stomach. "Is Hawks here at the moment?" Instinctively, you crossed your arms and sighed in frustration.

"Nope, never is." You said it without even thinking about it. You wanted to regret saying it, but you really didn't feel guilty at all. "If you needed to find him, this probably wasn't the best place to check first." He hummed in thought.

"Is this not his place?" He looked around, like he was checking to make sure he had come to the right place.

"Yep. He's always gone though. On missions I guess. I'm not sure why he keeps it." You shrugged your shoulders. It probably wasn't a good idea to just dump your relationship problems on this guy, but you've held it in for so long that it felt impossible not to. You quickly felt embarrassed for what you said. "I apologize for that, just ignore me."

"No worries.. Can I come in and chat for a while?" Something attracted you to him and you felt compelled to let him inside without knowing the first thing about him.

"Sure, I doubt Keigo will be coming back today though." He stepped inside, pulling hid hood off of his head. His hair was as black as night, and earrings covered most of both of his ears.

"What makes you believe that he won't be back today?" The man asked. He stared directly at you now. You couldn't help but notice how tall he was, and his clothing made him seem so mysterious.. Before you realized it, he was staring at you waiting for a response. You had completely zoned out thinking about him. You shook your head.

"I, uh.. I'm sorry my mind is somewhere else." You cleared your throat. "He just doesn't usually come back quickly. He came a few days ago, it'll probably be a few more days."

"Hmm. I see." He walked around the room a little bit more, checking everything out. "I have a feeling he will, but he won't stay long. Hero work is never done.

"Yeah.. I knew what I signed up for when we started dating." You knew, without a doubt. Unfortunately you never realized how hard it would actually be. You missed affection, you missed being touched, and kissed..

"But you don't want it anymore, do you?" The man suddenly said, as if he was reading your mind. You were a bit taken aback.

"What would make you think that? I love Keigo." You said defensively.

"You're trapped here all the time, alone with nothing to do. Nobody to talk to, nobody to touch you and tell you how beautiful you are.." He walked toward you, standing in front of you. You had to look up at him. His glare was more intense than any other man who had ever looked at you before. Even Keigo. "You're not sure why he keeps this place? I wasn't sure either, so I came to see." He roughly gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, making you look him in the eyes. "Sounds like he keeps it to keep a pretty bird locked away for when he's bored." He smirked down at you.

"Pretty bird? He usually calls me that.." Something felt off about this guy, but hearing him call you that felt so different from hearing it when Keigo said it.

"If he's ever been right about anything, it's that." He pulled his hand away. You almost wanted to pull his hand back to you. God, how you missed the touch of another person.. Then you heard it, another knock at the door. You recognized it as his usual little song he played on the door when he returned, and knew it was Keigo. The man walked away from you, going to another room. He looked back to you and pressed his finger to his lips, giving you a small 'shh'. You felt like there has to be more to him than he's letting on. Keigo used his key to enter, opening the door and looking at you.

"Hey, pretty bird." Regardless of the strange man, you felt so happy to finally see Keigo again. You ran to him and hugged him as tightly as you could.

"Keigo! I missed you so much! How was your mission?" You kissed him on the cheek, and it almost felt like he was hesitating to give you affection in return.

"Fine.. but uh.. I have to go ahead and leave on another mission with Endeavor. I dropped by to check on you and grab something right fast." He walked into his office room and quickly came back out, shoving something in his pocket.

"Oh.." You felt your entire demeanor and mood drop, and you were right back where you were five minutes before he came in. You sighed, returning to the couch and sitting down on it. He approached you, running his thumb over your cheek.

"Hey. Who's my pretty bird?" He smiled. "It'll be over soon, I promise. Things are bad right now."

"That's what you always say, Keigo.." He sighed.

"I promise, and I mean it this time. I love you." He kissed your cheek before rushing out the door and locking it back. You saw him take off flying from the window, and slowly he got smaller and smaller until he disappeared from your sight. You felt like you could just burst into tears. The strange man came out of the room he hid in. He came and sat down beside of you on the couch. He leaned back and rested his arms on the back of the couch, one of his legs stretched out on the floor.

"Sad. He has such a beautiful creature waiting at home for him, and all he does is drop by and leave within five minutes." Him saying those words made it even more real, and definitely made it feel more painful.

"Why did you come here if it wasn't for Keigo? He was right there fore you to talk to." You didn't look at him.

"I came to see why he bothered keeping a place to stay. We go way back, but it's not exactly a positive history.. to say the least."

"You're with the League, aren't you?" You asked. For the first time, it seemed like you actually managed to shock him instead of the other way around. "Don't act surprised. I had a suspicion Keigo was playing both sides. He wouldn't have been with me from the start if I were completely stupid." The man laughed.

"Ha, smart bird too, I see." He sighed. "Not planning on running from me?"

"Nope, never crossed my mind."

"And why is that?"

"What do I have to be afraid of? If something were to happen to me, the whole world would know. You'd draw too much attention to your little group. I'm dating the number two hero. It wouldn't be the smartest move." You didn't have a super flashy quirk, but you had your brains to rely on, that's for sure.

"You are clever, I like it." He hissed through his teeth, before letting out a small moan. "Sexy.."

"You're just trying to use me to get to Keigo."

"If I am, does it really matter? Maybe I've been following you and watching you for weeks and I'm head over heels in love with you. Maybe I do want to use you." He laughed. "You want some excitement, no matter what the answer is. Don't you?" Fuck, how was he always one upping you with his words? He was way too smooth for his own good. "So. You still want to live like this, pretty bird?" He said in a mocking tone to Keigo's. His head leaned back, exposing his throat. "Or do you want to really be loved like you should be? With obsession and intensity.." Without moving his head, his hand went to your thigh, gripping it tightly. ".. touched like you should be. Hard and wanting." Before you had much time to react, he grabbed you by your side and pulled you over to him, bringing your leg over and forcing you to sit on his lap. ".. fucked, like you should be. Desperate and needy.." He eyed your body up and down, admiring it. His grip on your hips felt so much different than Keigo's. This man was intense. Commanding. Incredibly confident.

"You want to give me all of those things? You don't even know me.. and I don't know you."

"No, but I want to. So do you." He knew without even trying. He sat up enough to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him by your back with one hand while trailing his hand to your ass with another. "Name's Dabi. That's all you'll need to know for me to fuck you, so you can scream it out loud for me. We can talk plenty about love later.."

AO3

#implied smut #fanfic #scenario #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #dabi x reader #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki #dabi #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

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msfcatlover · 1 month

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@fandomwandererer

im still like mid s3 in tma but im practically spoiled all the way to somewhere else, tell me more about the archivist tim story. is the not them even relevant if tim is already marked by the stranger? if it is who end up a not!them? tim would need a spider mark right? wonder what that is

*vibrating in place* ARCHIVIST!TIM STOKER, MY BELOVED!

You have no idea how much I love this AU. You have no idea how long I could talk about it. No, really. It took so many edits to keep this response reasonable.

(This is from my notes document on this AU, and does not include the lengthy conversation that originally spawned it. My adoration of Archivist!Tim cannot be overstated.)

Okay, okay. A couple things to establish. First: I cannot take full credit for this AU. @daydreamingofdragons & I came up with it together while bouncing ideas off eachother, and it spiraled (ha) out of control. This is just as much their monster as it is mine.

Second: Tim Stoker’s trauma is not defined by being from the Stranger. His tie to the Stranger hugely shapes his character, but not the Stranger itself. Tim’s trauma is defined by the feeling that he had multiple chances to save his brother and didn’t; that Tim watched Danny die, too close not to feel like Tim should’ve done something, and even though Tim consciously tries to argue with himself that there was nothing he could’ve done, Tim can never silence the part of him which says Tim’s actions (or lack thereof) indirectly killed his little brother. You don’t need the Stranger for that.

(a few post-s3 spoilers below cut, as well as other answers.)

Third: The purpose of the Archivist is to collect “marks” (scars/traumas) from each of the Entities. The Archivist is chosen for their potential to collect those marks, and how easy they seem like they’ll make it (translation: how much work Elias has to put in himself.) To make a viable Archivist candidate, you need to ask what mark/s they already have when they first arrive at the Institute, how Elias might manipulate them, and how much manipulation it would take for them to start putting “finding answers” above “personal safety.” (So Jon Sims is an exceptionally good candidate because he’s driven by a desperate need to understand, he has trouble trusting others, his self-worth was already garbage by the time he got to the Magnus Institute, a consequence of both being a tendency to do absolutely everything himself, and he walked in already marked by arguably the hardest Entity to manipulate into doing anything.)

While the Web would be needed eventually, it's not needed as a foundation. Any mark will do, though if anyone at the Institute is still marked by the Web, you need to give your chosen Archivist a mark just as (if not more) rare & dangerous to make them the more tempting prospect.

So, Tim is not marked by the Stranger; we actually had him marked by the End (full statement outlined,) and to compensate for how not Eye-aligned Tim is (canon!Tim wants answers about what happened to Danny, but beyond that curiosity is very much not one of Tim's defining character traits; he's not driven for want of knowledge the way Jon & Sasha are, he's driven by love for those closest to him & a need to find a guilty party who can be blamed & punished for any suffering they endure) we had each one of his assistants be marked by a different Entity. After all, if Tim doesn't care about answers or mysteries that don't affect people he cares about, the answer is to tie those mysteries to the personal struggles of those people he cares about.

Jon kept his Web mark (still Mr. Spider, and Jon was definitely the backup in case anything happened to Tim, but the End was always going to be the biggest risk to get a mark from, which makes it just too tempting even with Tim's temper & disposition taken into account.)

Sasha was marked by the Dark (the first time Tim uses his powers is to protect her from it, eventually leading Tim to directly help Basira & co with the lowercase-r ritual the People's Church performed in s2.)

Martin was marked by the Stranger (and also is the only assistant Tim didn't choose; Martin was Gertrude's last assistant, while Jon & Sasha were on a list of "pre-approved" potential assistants Elias gave Tim.)

(and yes, we fully figured out how Sasha & Martin were both impacted, and how it would tie into the plot & their respective arcs. Especially Martin & Jon's tragic enemies-to-friends-to-lovers story in this version.)

That gives Tim 4 different rabbits to chase down. By the time he's started to clear up even one of them, chances are other avatars would start to poke their noses into the archives' business. And then Tim's temper, need to protect those he deems to be his own, and need for retribution on any who would harm them would keep Tim locked solidly into the Archivist's role. He's not going to try to leave as long as they're still at risk, and he's always going to jump in front of that bus rather than throw any of his people under it. And once Tim figures out what's happening, he's far more likely to try to get ahead of things by taking the fight to the other avatars rather than try to slide beneath their notice the way Jon mostly did.

The NotThem isn't actually that relevant, though we did play a bit with the idea of NotBasira. Instead, @daydreamingofdragons came up with a new creature who does the opposite: it steals identities by rendering people unrecognizable. Not like it replaces them or completely changes their appearance, but it's the cross-section of the fear of mistaking a stranger for someone you care about & the fear of being rejected by loved ones. This person claiming to be your brother is obviously not your brother---sure, at a distance you might mistake them for your brother, maybe they could even fool someone who doesn't know your brother that well, but you can very clearly see all the little differences that show this cannot possibly be your brother. Especially if you have a picture to compare. It's not your brother, you know it's not your brother, why is this complete stranger insisting that they're your brother? Why do they know so many things about your brother, why are they wearing his clothes, how did they get the lucky charm he never takes off? What did they DO to him?!?

(It is, in fact, your brother. He knows why you're acting like this, he can't recognize himself in the mirror, but it doesn't make your complete rejection of his identity hurt any less.)

I can't remember if we actually discussed this, but I've been calling it the "Innominate." Which is an adjective meaning "something anonymous or unnamed," but sounds like a word that could easily be a verb meaning "to un-name something, to render anonymous," and also works as a proper noun just fine.

It goes after Jon in mid-to-late s2. This leads to everyone needing to figure out whether or not they still trust Jon ("trust & love as an active choice," you're such a good theme and I love you so, so much,) Georgie joining the Institute to investigate Jon's "disappearance" (they reconnected after Jon did the follow-up on Melanie's statement in s1,) and Tim needing to save Jon from Daisy after they find Gertrude's body (s2 finale, rather than s1; but once the police are there, there is one person in this verse who is obviously skittish, out of place, and doesn't want to show identification to the cops, and it's not the Archivist. Tim's being nothing but coolly polite & helpful, because he's worried about his people and wants to get these cops out of his archives as soon as humanly possible.)

The antagonist for s1 is the Spiral rather than the Corruption, and after Michael (& co) invades the Archives, Tim ends up going to Hill Top Road for a guiding thread so he can rescue his friends. He hates it, but Tim recognizes the pattern, has no pre-existing hangups about the Web, and there's an original statement in there about a woman getting lost in the tunnels and following a thread of spider silk all the way to the trap door in the archives. With the help of the thread anchored in Tim's chest, he's able to trick a different Spiral ally into the heart of the Distortion and safely recover Sasha, Martin, & Jon from the chaotic, twisting halls. With the changed heart (and the loss of Michael's obsession) the Distortion retreats for a while.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma au #archivist swap au #archivist tim stoker #archivist!tim stoker #archivist timothy stoker #archivist!timothy stoker #tim stoker #timothy stoker #daydreamingofdragons #fandomwanderer #my writing #mine #my life

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golden--doodler · 7 months

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Hi yes hello pls talk about your Linda is deaf AU. 👀 I am v v curious.

Awwwwww! You wanna know about my AU?? 🥺🥺🥺

*Cracks knuckles* Time for me to yell about an AU literally no one asked for (I don't how I even got this super random idea in the first place, it just kind of happened).

But anyway, the gist is that everything's the same, except Linda was born with some sort of ear condition that's affected her hearing ever since she was born. For quite a few years, her hearing was still passable, and she could get by--especially in her younger years, her hearing was actually almost on par with a normal person's. But by the time she turned around 17, her hearing got significantly worse, and she became deaf.

She began wearing hearing aids, but hearing aids aren't perfect and can be quite uncomfortable. She's mainly relied on sign language and visual cues to get by, but because she's heard sounds before, she still talks quite a bit. Maybe not as much as in canon, but she's still the Linda we all know and love. She just can't hear.

Gloria refuses to believe that Linda has anything wrong with her hearing, for some reason. Gayle is actually quite kind about Linda's disability and has done her best to accommodate. She's still Gayle and is pretty terrible at sign language, but it's the thought that counts! And it leads to Linda getting super excited every time Gayle says anything correctly in sign language. Gayle even accompanied Linda to get hearing aids for the first time and helped pay for them, because Gloria is awful. Al just doesn't really know what's going on.

Bob is an even better partner than he is in canon. Yes, I didn't think that was possible, either, but it's true. When he and Linda met for the first time, Linda didn't reveal she was deaf at first, because she was afraid of what he would think. Hugo was actually accommodating, but he still made her feel strange about her disability. Like, he would make little comments that he didn't intend to be microaggressions but still felt like them. Bob eventually found out, though, and when he did, his immediate reaction was to try to learn as much sign language as he could to communicate with her in a way that was easier for her. And after years upon years of practice, he's basically become fluent and is really good at sign language. He found something besides cooking that he's proficient in! :D So of course he likes to brag about that.

Some of my other favorite tidbits are (you can find all of my headcanons in this old post: https://www.tumblr.com/golden--doodler/711107535901540352/bobs-burgers-au?source=share&ref=_tumblr):

--As mentioned before, Gene doesn't really know sign language, and basically never uses it. However, he does know one phrase: "More cookie, please" (this was just taken directly from the Hawkeye show but it's very fitting for Gene). He still uses this one phrase from time to time once the occasion calls for it. Linda finds it very endearing.

----Linda learned how to sign the entirety of I Love U So Much (It's Scary) by Boyz 4 Now. during the events of The Hauntening in Season 6, to get into the Halloween spirit. Tina immediately insisted Linda teach her how. Louise also eventually admitted she wanted to learn, especially because she was in a good mood after the family put in so much effort to scare her on Halloween for the first time. In fact, everyone was kind of impressed she was able to learn how to sign the entire song. Of course, when Linda began teaching them, Louise still vehemently denied her celebrity crush on Boo Boo.

----It's revealed in the Season 11 Episode The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment that Linda's dad, Al, uses hearing aids like Linda, but he just has them because he's old. In the episode, I imagine Bob making a comment about how being around Al made him appreciate Linda even more because he insists Al is somehow way more difficult to deal with when it comes to his hearing loss than she ever was.

--During the events of the song "Bad Things are Bad" in Wharf Horse (Or How Bob Saves/Destroys the Town) Part 2 at the end of Season 4, Tammy, Zeke, Jimmy Jr., Rudy, plus all the other kids who're talking to Linda, Gene, and Louise hold up signs while they're talking with the words they're saying written on them (such as "maybe you'll find him inside of this vase"). This is because Tina and Louise are the only ones there who even mildly know sign language (besides Linda, of course), so they wanted to make sure Linda understood what they were talking about, especially with how dire the situation was. She did appreciate the gesture.

--This doesn't have to do with the actual AU, but if you want to see a bit of the inspiration I got for this AU, definitely check out the deaf, Queer YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, because she's amazing and deserves all the love. Her channel might be where I do some of my research for this AU: https://youtu.be/u3rrCpYTgv8?si=INgUB5oaubC8qZQ6

--During the episode in which Bob and Linda have their "snoring contest" (I think it's Season 8, Episode 12), Bob wonders if Linda is even able to hear their snoring, especially because she has to take her hearing aids out to sleep. She commented that while she mostly can't, she can actually hear it faintly, because of how loud it is. She also can very much feel the vibrations of his snoring specifically, which she says is very comforting for her. He didn't expect to find that so touching, but he does.

--Felix Fischoeder doesn't know sign language but pretended he did when he learned that Linda's deaf, to everyone's annoyance.

--Mr. Fischoeder just casually knows sign language, and was very casual about Linda being deaf (he was just like "oh, cool, that makes sense, you're not getting discounted on the rent though") and is actually quite enthusiastic about using sign language in front of Linda, because he's just like that, it's honestly a little sweet (though he's strangely averse to explaining the reasons why. Maybe he learned for illegal reasons somehow...).

--Teddy knows some sign language! He's definitely not fluent, but he does know an impressive amount for some reason I haven't come up with yet, and loves to show off his skills for Linda. Occasionally, Linda will actually catch Teddy and Bob having a conversation or two in sign language, even when they think she's not around. She finds it hilarious, and also surprisingly sweet.

--Speaking of her voice, she's practiced endlessly to have her voice be as clear as a deaf person's can be (because she knows how much easier it is to understand people when their voice is clear, she wants to make sure hers is clear for others), so she still sounds pretty similar to how she does in the show, with her even retaining her New Jersey accent. Everyone, or at least most people, has definitely noticed how clear and usually easy to understand the tone of her voice is. This was definitely helped by the fact she used to be able to hear in her youth.

And of course, last (not certainly not least) I have to once again share this lovely Commission surrounding this AU that @drawthethingdoppelganger made for me all the way back in March that I still treasure to this day. It takes place during Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, and when the wind blocks out what the priest officiating Connor and Farrah's wedding is saying, their exchange for this piece goes something like this:

"Hey! At least I'm not the only one who can't hear this, right? Ironic, isn't it?"

*Chuckles* "Stop making me laugh when I'm so stressed, Lin."

(Oh, and also, Bob's doing the sign for "Yes" with his hand! :D)

#bobs burgers au #deaf representation #thank you so much for asking about this!! i was so nervous about sharing this at first #especially because i'm a hearing person and this idea kind of came out of nowhere (but probably inspired by jessica kellgren-fozard)#but now this au is one of my favorites because i just grew so attached to it #there needs to be more deaf representation in media and i just crave more content of bob being the best partner ever

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digitaldoeslmk · 7 months

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So DBK got sealed away because he broke the truce right, why? Speaking of the truce in my opinion, it’s the most unrealistic thing ever you made (I say this jokingly) you cannot convince me if demons were real they will not become target practice or invasion Cassis Belli’s (basically reasons to go to war) for Post industrious humanity.

Also VILLAIN MACAQUE FOR THE WIN BABY AND HE’S A MAIN VILLAIN LETS GO. like I have a long list of things of have problems with in Lego monkie kid, and macaque basically getting redeem from no effort is one of them, you can’t just go to willing to kill some innocent guy just because he’s friends with your killer,too willing to save your killer.

I’m gonna cut this asks because I don’t wanna go on a rant in your asks

(Like someone who I forgot said it best “the best way to view LMK is as a AU of JTTW)

like i said, the Bull family have plenty of reasons to be bitter towards Wukong, and DBK was both part of his brotherhood and directly affected by his journey. breaking the truce that Wukong was trying so hard to foster was an easy target!

also DHJAJHBDJHABJAD LISTEN, i need a reason for demons and humans to coexist cus i like that premise and i don't wanna wrangle systemic discrimination of that level in this au xD

honestly, i could sit here and ramble all the beefs i have with LMK until we set up a butcher's shop with them lmao, but one of my biggest one is that Macaue doesn't get to be a proper balls to the all villain. yeah his redemption arc is a piffy fart of nothing, but him being LBD's unwilling minion BROKE ME. so i'm fixing it <33

#by the book au

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doppokunikidas · 2 years

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Fyodor was off-kilter today.

Or, rather, he was every day. But as he'd walked into your chambers, shoulders ever so slightly tensed and lips ever so slightly curved downwards, you knew immediately that he was in a foul mood. It took you a great deal of practice, but you grew quite skilled at reading the man, despite how difficult he makes it. Further more, the Russian did value his time- and he rarely came to you. More often than not, he would order you to sit around him as he worked, or in his lap while he thought... Some kind of ornament, or an affectionately treated pet. Whichever he saw you as, he treated you well, so you'd had no reason to complain. Compared to what he was capable of, he treated you like you were made of glass.

"Fedya," you croon, sweet and trained as you drape yourself over his lap, "it seems you're displeased. Tell me about your day?"

His expression doesn't shift all that much- it rarely ever does- but you know by the glint in his eyes that he's pleased by your behavior. His hand falls to your hip, then- and you perch your head up on your forearms, looking towards his face with practiced admiration. Something akin to amusement plays in the dark depths of his gaze, and if you look hard enough, one might even find slivers of affection. It feels almost... human, for a moment. Though, you would never tell him that. He already hated that he, as a 'God', felt sentiments like this at all.

"дорогая," he begins, slipping his hand up casually along your spine, "I will tell you nothing. The sinners I handle are beneath you, no?"

You smile somewhat coyly at that, the action coming off much more playful than seductive. His answer was rarely any different, and you knew that well. Though the two of you would occasionally brainstorm together, he tended to keep most everything under wraps. Still, asking had become routine... The dark haired Russian seemed to like when you showed interest in his work, even if he rarely indulged it.

Unaffected by the rejection, you roll over onto your back- looking up at him directly, now. "Then what is worthy of my ears, Fedya? It's terribly boring here at the base. I was thinking of picking up another hobby- mending your clothes, perhaps? Or maybe cooking? Embroidery? I don't get to help you much, Fedya... I want to do more for you."

He had, after all, always seemed pleased with your acts of service. Maybe it was his love language- or, perhaps, he just liked being catered to. Anyone with his... particularities would love being pampered. Though, you doubted people like Fyodor existed much of anywhere.

"Really, куколка..." Mirth plays in his gaze once again, and you decide that you'll mark your ego fluffing a success.

"Of course. And ah, that one means... 'Little doll'? You seem to really like that nickname." One of the few pet names he's given you that you could recognize- though, only because he says it so much. Perhaps there was some truth to it, when you gave it some thought. He chose every article in your wardrobe, and arranged for you to have as comfortable a bedroom you could, despite the constant moving around. Really, he spoiled you quite endlessly. Unfortunately, not as one would a partner, so much as one would a toy.

His cool, pale fingers played about in your hair for a while at that- unresponsive. His bouts of silence rarely bothered you anymore, so you do nothing to rouse a conversation. Instead, you peacefully shut your eyes, basking in his meager affections.

With treatment like this, you supposed that being a doll wasn't so bad. No, not bad at all.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #x reader #i dont even fucking like this character. man.#bsd #long post #kana post

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redrumnotmurder · 2 months

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Beauty and the Beast - Chapter 1

~Leona~

I should probably show up to classes the first day. Leona thought with a frown as he reluctantly got out of bed. He paused to growl at his roommates, who were stupid enough to severely underestimate him. And don’t forget the fact that they’re still annoying hormonal teenagers who just love to pick a fight.

Leona allowed his mind to wander as he quickly got dressed and headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Upon collecting his meal, Leona glanced around before noticing a certain beauty queen sitting alone.

“Any reason your boyfriend ain’t with you?” Leona asked with a smirk.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” Vil Schoenheit answered shortly as Leona took the seat directly across from him and began to eat.

“He sure seems to be, what with the fact that he’s always singing praises in your honour and practically worships the ground you walk on. Hell, even the air you fucking breathe.” Leona teased.

“Why don’t you do me a favour and shut up so I can enjoy my breakfast in peace?” Vil snapped.

“What class are you in?”

“I said shut up.”

Leona smirked as he waited for Vil to answer his question.

“…Class C…” Vil eventually muttered.

“Cool. Me too.”

Vil swore quietly.

“What? Don’t wanna be in the same class as little ol’ me?” Leona teased.

Instead of responding, Vil picked up his plate and left the table.

Leona quickly finished his breakfast before heading off to his first class of the day.

Gym. Why did it have to be gym? And first thing in the morning, too? That's just cruel and unusual punishment. He doesn't want to have to deal with his musclehead of a teacher so early. Hell, he didn't want to deal with Coach Vargas ever. This’ll probably end up as his most frequently skipped class. There's no need to go to gym class, anyway. Maybe he can slip off to the botanical garden for a nap?

“Well, well. You had better not think of skipping class on the first day,” a familiar voice said, the snark obvious in his voice.

“What's it to you, Princess?” Leona asked lazily.

“Oh, nothing. But it would be such a shame if you were to repeat a second year, wouldn't it?” Vil said, his signature smug smirk on his face.

“Doesn't affect you, does it?” Leona asked with a huff. “Since you're here, why don't we pair up for Coach’s warm-ups?”

“You are right, it does not affect me. But it does irk me that you are just throwing your life away like that.” Vil agreed as he sat down on the grass with Leona to stretch. “As your friend, I would really hate to watch you end up held back a second year.”

Leona huffed as he kept stretching.

History was next. Leona was definitely skipping this. The professor's cat hates him. And besides, it's an easy class. Yeah, he failed it last year, but that was because he never showed up for anything. There’s no point in showing up if you already know everything, anyway. You’d think it isn’t a big deal if you pass all the tests, he thought, but no. There’s gotta be an attendance requirement. With a sigh of annoyance, Leona made himself comfortable and fell asleep.

After history, Leona had alchemy. Knowing Professor Crewel, he would undoubtedly harass Leona about not showing up on the first day, so he reluctantly dragged himself out of the botanical garden and off to class.

Given how close the alchemy workshop was to the botanical gardens, Leona was, unsurprisingly, the first to arrive. Taking a seat, he waited for the rest of his classmates to arrive.

“Well, fancy seeing you here. Where were you last class, taking a cat nap?” Vil asked as he took a seat next to Leona and began to touch up his makeup.

“Did your makeup seriously get messed up from sitting?” Leona teased with a laugh.

“Of course not. But the passing period was a bit hectic, so it's only natural that I would check it.”

Leona rolled his eyes and let it rest.

After alchemy was a short break before lunch. Leona could head off to the botanical garden for a nap, but it wasn't worth it. Not enough time before lunch. Maybe if he just found a quiet spot in the courtyard?

Meh, not worth it. Leona thought. It was the first day, so naturally students would flock to the courtyard, especially those pesky frosh. By the time he found a good nap location, it would be lunchtime already. There was no point in napping.

Wonder where Princess is, he mused thoughtfully as he wandered around the courtyard.

Before long, he caught sight of Vil, and unsurprisingly, Rook Hunt. Not wanting to deal with the nosy hunter, Leona left to go find a good spot to eat in the cafeteria.

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