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yeetus-feetus · 2 months

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de-aging au

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused. He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too. And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and cool! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

#It is literally 3am what am I doing lol #Why can't I get to sleep?#de aging #de aged tim #de aged Duke #de aged Jason #tim drake #duke thomas #jason todd #batfamily #batfam

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vilhelios · 5 months

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-; I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU. / IT'S ROTTEN WORK.

(NOT TO ME, NOT IF IT'S YOU) ; in which wriothesley lets you tend to his wounds after the dramatic affair with the beret society.

CW: not beta-read. cerberus chapter spoilers! gn!reader, slight hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of blood, injury, and violence. mention of scars (+ my headcanons of how wrio got some of them), & finally, lovesick loser wrio!

"i'm telling you, sunshine, i can handle it myself."

at his words, your hands still, pristine rolls of gauze and bandages already soaking in red blood. a frown breaks across your countenance as you glare up at wriothesley, eyebrows furrowed. there will be no stopping this, you know; there will be days where your beloved duke returns to your arms with a new wound that you're sure will scar. days he brandishes blooming bruises on his knuckles, and you'll eventually press butterfly kisses to them. perhaps, he will crawl into your loving embrace, his warm home, with blood dripping from his fingertips. (grimly, you wonder how much of it will be his own. you know you'll thank the archons when it's not all his.)

with a sigh and a dab of the alcohol-soaked cotton against his exposed side, you mutter: "you always say that. look where that's got you now."

"it's just a scratch."

"wri, it's a bullet wound. you're lucky it only just grazed you."

"so... what i'm hearing is that it really is just a scratch."

now that earns him another glare (which he sheepishly smiles at).

"look, as stupid as it may sound," he sighs, clear blue eyes finding your own, "i didn't think dougier would have a gun with him." the duke's expression contorts ever so slightly, a weak hiss slipping from his gritted teeth, as you rub a cooling ointment against his angry, red wound. "didn't think he'd have that many gardemeks either."

(another comment, much quieter: "and i thought it'd be cool, really.")

and with that, you both fall into relative silence. the classical music playing from the office gramaphone, your steady breathing, and the occasional pained hiss from wriothesley (followed by your whispered string of apologies) permeate the space between. in the quiet, your mind eventually runs rampant with thoughts of your love getting injured. wriothesley may have proven to you time and time again that he would always return to your side, but he wasn't invincible. your gaze wanders, frowning further when you soak in the sight of the scars that mar his chest. they do nothing to comfort you.

"hey," wriothesley starts, when he notices your stare on the claw marks etched into the skin of his neck. they stretch downwards, the cruel tally marks stopping right above where his heart would be. you try not to think about how they could've easily torn out his throat. "i know you'll still worry about me, but i've been through much worse." he raises his own hand to trace the scars, playing with the black wraps around his neck; "and, as you can see... i fought and won."

( you know he has. he's told you all about them, once. on a sleepless night, where you two lay in bed and traced designs on each other's skin. his calloused fingers against your softer flesh, your touch along the lines of his many scars. some were from fierce sea creatures, he tells you, with a teasing lilt in his voice that makes you giggle. others from his time serving his sentence, fighting for his life in the ring. when you trace one along the back of his arm, smaller than the rest, his voice gets a little softer — he got it on the day he spilt his first blood. you had kissed along all his scars that night, and he had returned the favour with a shower of kisses along your cheeks.)

"promise me you'll be more careful." you say, as you unroll a new roll of gauze and begin wrapping it around his torso. it's a beat, and then two, and when he doesn't respond you turn your gaze back to him.

wriothesley frowns, now. he could do cheeky proclamations of victory, tell you he'll always crawl back to your side alive... but he can't promise you that. not with your current lives in meropide. "you know i can't—"

"wriothesley." the syllables roll off your tongue and he quickly seals his mouth shut—it's been a good, long while since his full name has graced your lips. (he much preferred wrio, or sweetie, or darling; something from you that made him kinder. softer.) "please?"

the silence comes back for a heartbeat. you think you feel tears pooling at the corner of your eyes—

"alright, alright. i'll try." he says, quickly relenting to your teary-eyed gaze. and when that's not good enough for you, highlighted by the pout of your lips and the slightly-aggressive tightening of his bandage wrappings, he says: "fine. i promise to be more careful. as best as i can."

a smile graces your lips. (wriothesley thinks he's seen the sun. you, his darling star, whose mere presence lights up his gloomy underworld.)

"sigewinne and i will keep you to it then."

he can't help the way he leans into your warmth as you press a quick, gentle peck to his temple nor can he help how he almost whines when you step away from him. his gaze is on you even as you pack up the first aid kit and make your way to the stairs (how cruel you are, leaving your lover while he toils in pain!) wriothesley stands from where he leans against his table, just as you reach the bottom of the stairs. he stands up a little straighter, smiles as you shout out:

"oh, and i heard from the traveller! your stunt did sound pretty cool."

a/n: happy birthday wriothesley! here's a very short, indulgent, not beta-read thing to celebrate his birthday and his c1 coming home during his banner! sorry if he's a little ooc or this is just. a really oddly worded / structured fic — this was very much so written in a haze after seeing his story quest cutscene... he's so dreamy. . ..

#wriothesley x reader #genshin impact headcanons #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact scenarios

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I'm sorry but. Aunt Diana. With the baby batkids. Dick's the oldest at fourteen and Damian’s like three.

Damian bites her once, she doesn't flinch and he feels a sudden intense amount of respect for her. He stomps over to Bruce and demands that he introduce Diana to his mother (Talia) because "they are both mighty warriors, Baba."

Steph's almost nine and has the biggest and most obvious puppy crush that she denies with her whole heart, only for Diana to smile at her and she trips over air, lands flat on her face, and chips a tooth. Diana finds it amusing and very adorable, Steph is mortified.

"It's fine, Stephanie, it was an accident," Bruce reassures as he holds a crying Steph. "Diana thinks it was cute."

Steph wails. "She thinks I'm a baby!"

Dick sticks his head in, snickering. "She won't be really wrong-"

"Go die in a HOLE, Dick!" Steph yells, shoving her face farther into Bruce’s shoulder and sniffling.

Tim's eight and content to simply watch her from a distance like the little stalker (affectionate) he is

"Bruce," Diana says worriedly, "young Timothy has been following me all day, yet whenever I turn to look at him, he runs away. Have I upset him in any manner?"

"He's observing."

Diana blinks. "What?"

"It means he likes you," Bruce explains. "He did the same to Dick, Jason and I during his first few weeks in the Manor."

"Oh." Diana beams. "I'm glad."

Cass is (probably) almost twelve and very happy to just stare at her in wonder. She takes mental notes while Diana tells her her powers and nods very politely.

"I would die for her," Diana tells Bruce seriously.

Bruce nods. "As would I."

Jason’s eleven and in awe. Complete and utter awe, like serious hero worship. Can't be in a room with her without vibrating out of his skin with nerves.

Diana thinks he hates her. Jason thinks she hates him for avoiding her. Dick thinks they're both ridiculous and drags Jason begging and kicking to come say hi properly.

"This is Jason, my oldest little brother," Dick says cheerfully, as if Jason isn't actively clawing at his arms to get away. "Say hi, Jay."

Jason, pushed forward by his older brother's steel grip on his shoulder, is beet red. "Hello. You're Wonder Woman, and, um. I think- think you're really cool."

"He's very shy," Dick says. He pushes away Jason’s face that attempted to bite his hand. "Ew, Jay, gross! Don't be like that in front of the princess!"

Diana is touched and immeasurably relieved that Jason doesn't hate her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason."

Jason shuffles his feet. "...Can I have your autograph?"

"Of course."

"You're so cool," Jason whispers.

Duke is six and turns invisible the first time he meets her out of nerves.

"Oh my God, that was so embarrassing," Duke frets to Tim later, on the verge of tears.

Tim pats his back. "At least you didn't avoid her for almost a month like Jason did."

Duke sniffs. "That actually makes me feel a lot better."

"I thought it would."

Dick's fourteen, has known her since he was four, and is very amused watching the other batkids freak out about his Auntie Di.

"I'm the best big brother ever," Dick says proudly to Bruce.

"You sure are, chum," Bruce says fondly.

AUNT DIANA WITH THE BABY BATKIDS

AWWWW THIS IS SO ADORABLE! Damian works harder than God when he tries to parent trap Diana and Talia together. Sadly, they're permanently in " I'm In love with Bruce Wayne and I'll never truly erase it" mode

(Seriously, let Talia be pathetic ex husband coded!! Give her the Harvey Dent treatment, cowards)

Diana with her sunstream smile, carrying bandages, uniquely themed, for the batkids, because one of them will almost always injure themselves when they play.

Jason's are pink with flowers. Always on his nose and knees. Dick hurts his elbows a lot when doing flips, so blue bandages with little birdies for him!

Cass can be spotted showing an amused Bruce her sunflower bandages, soaking up her bleeding eyebrow after Jason pushed her off a swing by accident, " I hope - I, get... Cool scar. Like papa."

" You're always cool."

Damian tries his best to be still under Diana's loving hands as he proudly receives his frog bandages like they're a medal and he's a soldier who earned them bloody. " You saying it makes it uncool."

" I think you're the coolest, then."

" Baba!"

Years later, when they almost all outgrow her (short Diana rights, unfollow me about it. or pin me against the nearest surface with a dagger and make out with me. Execute me or shut up.) It does not change.

" Does that feel better? Dick?"

" Chillin' like a pepper, mommy-o!"

" Steph?"

" I'll live, mother."

" Cass?"

A thumbs up.

"Timmy?"

" Just a scratch, mom, jeez. You're worse than dad."

"Duke?"

" All fixed up, Mrs. Batmom."

" Damian?"

Damian sniffs, because god damn it, it stings. He can't wait for Baba to kiss it better. " I've had worse."

" Jason?"

" All good, Wonder Woman."

Diana raises a brow, folds her arms and taps her foot. Jason, full red hood get up, slumps his shoulders as bubbles of ' Oooo' from his annoying siblings surround him.

" Wanna repeat that?"

" No," he sighs, " I'm alright. Thank you, momma."

" Good. You'll be joining us for dinner tonight."

" Yes, momma."

" And you'll spend the night."

" Okay, momma."

Diana finally smiles and pulls him down to press a kiss on his forehead as the others snicker.

#bruce wayne #diana prince #wonderbat #wonder woman #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfam #batfamily #text post #text #writing #moots!!

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moider-time · 1 year

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Once Duke officially joins the batfamily, becomes Signal and starts living at the manor, they decide that he'll be the one going out during the day.

Duke is cool with that. The other members tend to stick to the darkness and don't really venture out into the sun unless it's necessary (he would point out the multiple similarities that they have with vampires but he's still a little intimidated by the mini assassin with a sword). Also his powers are light based so it just makes sense.

However, he does ask that he gets every second Saturday off. No one really questions this. Duke has a life and all and being a vigilante is pretty hard so who cares if he gets the odd day off?

It's not until a while later when Tim actually asks Duke what he does on his Saturdays off and Duke ominously replies " business " that everyone else suddenly realises that they have no clue what he gets up to. It's not worrying or anything, Duke's a good kid but he's also quite open about what he's up to so that's a weird reply for him.

Within an hour everyone else has heard of the weird exchange and they all try their hand at asking him. Dick gets " war " as his response, Jason gets " the fight of my life ", Damian's is " the most stressful thing ever " and Cass just gets " pain "

Needless to say everyone is confused and curious as all heck, so they decide to particularly focus on Duke on his next day off. When it comes everyone is watching Duke like a hawk to see what happens.

He comes down in the morning and the first thing they notice is how quiet he is. He usually chats with Tim or Damian, maybe cracks a bad joke but he's totally quiet, just focused on his cereal. Even them trying to include him in the conversation gets one word answers. He eventually goes back up and they all slowly follow him so as not to alert him.

They watch as he steels himself before entering his room. When he comes back out, he's headed straight to the bathroom with stuff in his arms and looks even more downtrodden. They are definitely concerned now cause Duke is very rarely visibly sad (in private is when he lets himself feel. They get it, no one in their family is that open about their feelings)

Dick decides at that moment that fuck it, he's gonna check on his baby brother, even if he gets told to go fuck himself at least he tried. He marches over to Duke, gently turns his body towards him and " Duke, we all know something's wrong, you can tell us " " Dick it's noth- " " -and don't say it's nothing! If you really want me to go, then I'll go but I just want to make sure you're ok"

Duke just sighs and looks into the concerned eyes of his siblings and puts on a clearly fake smile " guys really everything's fine, I just need to... " They all watch as Duke chokes up a little and Damian can't let himself stay quiet anymore "there is no need for falsities Thomas, you are only among those that.... care " His cheeks have turned an adorable pink and Dick has to stop himself from cooing at the sight. They're all proud of Damian being able to express his affection better.

Duke inhales " thanks Dami but seriously, it's nothing serious, I just need to- " He slowly moves towards the bathroom door and sighs " -I need to wash my hair " he states glumly with his eyes suspiciously wet and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Everyone else is frozen and staring at the bathroom door. Tim's gaping like a fish while Cass just turns and walks away. Jason is the one who voices what they're all thinking "d-did he just say washing his HAIR?? "

#dc #batman #batfamily #duke thomas #dc signal #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #wash day #😔#shout out to all y'all poc with type 4 hair #especially the ppl with 4C 😭 i'm right there with y'all #wash day is a struggle that a lot of ppl don't understand #it drains your mental energy your physical energy just everything

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ficreadergirl · 1 year

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Part-55 (Season 1 Finale) *Jason run to the roof breathlessly* Jason: Y/n! What happened? What's that so urgent?😳 Y/n: I can't do this anymore Jason. 😔 Jason: *all worried* Tell me what happened. 🙁 Y/n: They keep talking like that then I... 😔 Jason: Who talk? Like what? *loading his gun* Give me name love. 😠 Y/n: Dick... 😔 Jason: 😮 What did he say? Y/n: Not just him! They all keep saying we're in love! 😟 Jason: Oh... 😳 And you're sad cause you're n-- Y/n: Can we date? 😟 Jason: *gasp* W-w-what???? 😳 *blushes* Y/n: If that'll make them stop why don't we say we're dating? 😟 Jason: You mean like... faking it? 😳 Y/n: 🥺 *tries puppy eyes move which never worked before* Jason: How would we do it? (😍) Y/n: I don't know. Maybe like we did in cover mission? 🥺 Jason: 😳 *remembers how handy Y/n was* Uhm... maybe? (😍) Y/n: Really? 🥺 Jason: Yes, I think s-same as you. *tries all cool pose* (💞🥰😍) Y/n: *jumps on him and hug him* Thank you thank you thank you!!! 😄 ... *After made a deal, Jason & Y/n went to manor to tell others about started dating* Y/n: *before knocking door, stops Jason & hold his hand* We should be convincing. 😉 Jason: *gulps* Oh... okay. 🙂 (🥰) *After entering manor they see all batfam in there* Jason: Why everyone here? 🤨 Y/n: I-- Stephanie: *from across the room* AAHH!! Tim: What happened? 😮 Stephanie: They're holding hands!!! 🤩 All members: WHAT??? 😮 Bruce: *choked on his drink* 😲 Y/n: You freaked us out Steph. 🙄 Dick: *fell on his knees, starts crying* I waited for that moment so long. 😭 Jason: God... you're so embarrassing. 🙄 Barbara: So cute... 😍 Cass: Finally! 😄 Damian: It's suspicious such stubborn people like you to admit your feelings but... congrats. 😒 Duke: We all waited so much guys. You have no idea. Congrats 😃 Tim: Congrats 😄 Alfred: *looks like didn't buy it but still* Congratulations sweet children. I wish you best all time. 🙂 *After accepting all congrats fam starts drinking and partying. Jason & Y/n are on the corner, getting more drinks* Jason: We didn't have to say anything. 😄 Y/n: Damn... what the fucks wrong with Dick? Jason: He's always edgy about love stuff. 🙄 *2 of them burst into laughter* Dick: *seeing them laughing together* They're awasome! 😭😭😭 Steph: We should toast!! 😃 Barbara: Definitely agree! 😄 Duke: Then I bring Moët & Chandon!!! 😃 Bruce: Yes. This announcement deserve that much. 🙂 Cass: I'm so happy. Is it weird? 😄 Tim: No. We're all happy. 🙂 Dick: 😭 Bring juice for Damian Duke! *continues crying* Damian: And for you I guess Grayson. Tsk. 😒 *After glasses are full* Steph: Our cute new couple wanna say something? 😉 Y/n: ... no. 😐 Jason: ... 🤐 Dick: They're too shy!! 😭 Y/n: Someone stop him. 🙄 Bruce: Dick... you drink it first. C'mon. 🙄 *gives him his drink* Steph: Okay then... let's say Cheers!!! 🥂 *Everyone toast and drink their delicious champagne*

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Y/n didn't even make puppy eyes 🥰 he'd say YES anyway...

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #batfam #dc #incorrect quotes story #special guests #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #duke thomas

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areyoudreaminof · 11 months

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To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Not who you were expecting? Neither was I! Mor caught me by surprise the first time I read ACOMAF. This bright, fearless, and loyal lady was the first female friend Feyre had ever had, giving her the guidance that the males in her new fae life weren't quite able to give. "Don't Let The Hard Days Win" is probably a mantra for most of us now. Beneath that bubbly exterior, you have this complex individual who has survived terrible trauma and hides a lot of herself, to her own detriment. I think she deserves more in story. Like Cassian's playlist, I gave myself a lot more leeway with the music. Much more colorful sounds, but some darker lyrics. Listen Here! And meet me behind the cut!

PYNK-Janelle Monáe. Grimes)

Pynk like the paradise found Pynk when you're blushing inside, baby Pynk is the truth you can't hide, maybe Pynk like the folds of your brain, crazy Pynk as we all go insane

'Cause, boy, it's cool if you got blue We got the pynk

Raspberry Swirl-Tori Amos

I am not your señorita I am not from your tribe If you want inside her well Boy, you better make her raspberry swirl Things are getting desperate When all the boys can't be men Everybody knows I'm her friend Everybody knows I'm her man

Jesca Hoop-Free of the Feeling

When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark Out where there's no whites of eyes, out where there's no stars Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling Free of the feeling

Uninvited-Alanis Morissette

Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm

Same Ol' Mistakes-Rihanna

I can just hear them now "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found Or see it from this way around Feeling it overtake All that I used to hate Worried 'bout every trait I tried but it's way too late All the signs I don't read Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep Going with what I always longed for

Birch Tree-Foals

Come meet me by the river See how time it flows I'll meet you by the river See how time it flows And when we age Shed our skin and grow We shed our layers Spread our wings and go

Some things Cosmic-Angel Olsen

Before we draw, my dear dear friend I promise you my word If we should part, my dear dear love You know you’re in my heart And though I may be getting older Know that I'm going with you Know that I'm hanging on to the things that you said The things that you said

Laura Palmer-Bastille

Walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path Lead by a beating heart All the people of the town cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path up on the ground You ran into the night; you can't be found But this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Ocean Drive-Duke Dumont

As the sirens fill the lonely air Oh, how did we get here now, now, now, babe We see a storm is closing in Pretending we ain't scared

Don't say a word while we dance with the devil You brought a fire to a world so cold We're out of time on the highway to never Hold on (Hold on), hold on (Hold on)

Silent Machine-Cat Power

I walk on through woods and its streets every night Walk through people who walk too close Into each other they're hanging I am told there's a mother you may remember

In the name of the father but never the ghost Me I use the money for those just as hard Who hung his head for the ladies or pretended he did

The Lion's Roar-First Aid Kit

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And oh how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do

Leave a Trace-CHVRCHES

I will show restraint Just like we said we should You think I'll apologise for things I left behind But you got it wrong And I'm as sane as I ever was You talk far too much For someone so unkind I will wipe the salt off of my skin And I'll admit that I got it wrong And there is grey between the lines

Birth in Reverse-St. Vincent

Like a birth in reverse What I saw through the blinds You could say that I'm saying Phenomenal lies On the cosmic eternity Party line

This tune will haunt me through the war Ha, ha, ha, ha ha Laugh all you want but I want more 'Cause what I'm swearing, I've never sworn before

Woman King-Iron & Wine

Blackbird claw, raven wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, wristwatch time Slowing as she goes to sleep

Rainbow-Kacey Musgraves

When it rains, it pours But you didn't even notice It ain't rainin' anymore It's hard to breathe when all you know is The struggle of stayin' above the risin' water line Well, the sky has finally opened The rain and wind stopped blowin' But you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again You hold tight to your umbrella Well, darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya That there's always been a rainbow Hangin' over your head

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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please share with the class what the gay thoughts are

cw ; hate sex, gn!reader, strap-ons / topping, bottom!ochako, 18+

thinking about ochako (when am i not doing that) and hate sex </3

she forms pretty strong opinions on people but it takes a lot for her to really classify something as hate. the reason she hates you is because she doesn't like your attitude. she likes honest people, and kind people. people who don't beat around the bush at all. her friend group of goody two-shoes will tell you that much

so she doesn't really like you because you're a little dishonest. you have a way of talking that's cunning and your job as a hero is doing the dirty work no one else wants to touch. you're so smug and she doesn't like that you think you're so much better than everyone else.

and you always get on her nerves not because you hate her (you do think she's a little haughty, comes with the territory of a prestigious school like U.A.) but because it's so entertaining to watch her huff and pout when you knock her down a peg every once in a while. you really only do it for fun. you love making her mad just because her attitude pisses you off.

and oh the tension builds and builds and builds and every time you encounter each other in the field - you're always seconds away from duking it out. you'd probably be evenly matched in a fight. it never goes anywhere though, always one of her friends telling her to keep her cool or some other interruption.

but one day you catch each other outside of the field. at a bar, out of your work clothes. you go up to her just for fun and she knocks back a shot before pouting at you. but you chat a little, and it's a lot less heated but just as full of tension as always.

"kind of a revealing get-up for a goody two-shoes hero like you, don't you think?"

and that sets her off, just a little.

"you couldn't handle me if you tried." she snips. and you grin, lean into her space before pulling her drink away from her. lips brushed against her ear and grinning.

"wanna bet?"

and oh those months of tension all come crashing down at the same time. you barely make it out of the bar. you take an uber to your place and you're kissing in the backseat - hands all over each other all the way until she's in your apartment. you don't even make it to your bedroom.

she pulls you down on the couch and you can't help but wanna goad her more. she's trying to gain the upper hand and she's so cute doing it - you almost want to let her. you're so tempted to give in and see what she'll do. but when you kiss her just right she lets out this little moan and you decide you can't let that happen after all.

you learn quickly that she isn't all that haughty after all. you tell her much when her calves are pressed against your shoulder and her pussy is wrapped around you so pretty - soft and pink and dripping. you fold her in half so you can whisper it to her, hands gripping her waist hard with an amused grin. her whole face is all twisted up in pleasure and she looks so fucking ruined you almost give her mercy.

but it doesn't last long because you remember all those times she got pissed at you before and your empathy skids to a halt then stops. for how angry she gets, you really prefer what she looks like with a cock sheathed inside of her. it keeps her mouth parted to cry in pleasure instead of fixed around arguments. heat of her skin and the curves of her body are being so welcoming, you want to keep her cumming until she can't see straight.

you tell her as much, pressed into a mating press on your couch with your smug laughter in her ear

"maybe next time you mouth off at me in the field, i'll bend you over in your hero suit and shut you up like this. think that'd be better for both of us."

#return to sender #writing tag #a.ochako #ochako smut #i want to do Bad things to her

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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OK. There are definitely a bunch of nooks and crannies to explore in Wyrm's Rock, but we're gonna go straight to the coronation and then explore after, because all of the Steel Watchers keep yelling at Hector that Gortash is expecting him and it's getting annoying. XD

So here we go!

This feels like it must be very awkward to enter with everyone looking at them. XD We have to walk all the way down the red carpet to get to the quest trigger, too. The music here, though, is SUPER epic and intense, v much fitting with the feeling that Something Big is about to happen.

"Kinspeople, Baldurians, and dearest Duke Ravengard. Thank you for joining me on this exceptional day."

Gortash stands at the far end of the hall in front of the throne, a casual, comfortable smile on his face. If he is aware of Hector's entrance with his friends, he gives no sign of it. At his side stands Wyll's father, Duke Ravengard; he stands straight and attentive, though Hector can discern a somewhat glazed expression in his eyes.

As they take their place among the crowd, Hector can feel the temperature around him rising; he can already guess the expression on Karlach's face before he turns to look at her.

"It's him," she hisses. "Gortash." The rage in her expression is fiercer than he has ever seen it; seeing Gortash in the flesh has brought everything boiling to the surface. "This is it. I can practically taste his blood from here." The flames lick along her neck, up her face, through her hair as the engine in her chest begins to pulse more quickly.

Wyll, on Hector's other side, shifts nervously. "My father's here, Karlach!" he mutters urgently. "Cool your fires - he must not come to harm."

(A/N: One of Hector's dialogue options here is (to Karlach) "I couldn't stand to see the Steel Watch get their hands on you. Let's wait for a more opportune moment." Which is cute, and something he's definitely thinking internally, but not what he would actually say, I think.)

Hector can see Karlach scowl at the idea of caution, and it pains him to have to restrain her further, but he shakes his head. "Wyll is right," he mutters. "We attack Gortash and Ravengard falls too." Not to mention the vast crowd of innocent Baldurians also invited to this event, all of whom could easily be caught in the crossfire. No - Gortash needs to die, but it can't be here.

"Fine," she growls. "I'll wait for now. But that prick Gortash is going to pay."

He will, Hector thinks firmly, catching her hand and squeezing it briefly. I promise you that, my love. Before this is over he will suffer for what he did to you - and to all of us.

They turn, hoping to conceal themselves behind a pillar or something to watch the situation unfold - but it's too late, and perhaps they had no hope of hiding anyway. Gortash has noticed them, and immediately he raises a hand and a hush falls over the room.

"A moment please, my friends," he says, the cool smile on his face widening as if with delight. "An old acquaintance has come to pay her respects." His voice takes on a mocking note, his eyes narrowing; though the words are polite, the tone has an undercurrent of laughter. He can see her fury, and it amuses him. "Please, Karlach. Come and say a proper hello."

"My respects?!" Karlach snaps. Her voice is loud in the suddenly quiet room, all eyes on them, but she doesn't care - and frankly, neither does Hector. "You're lucky I've agreed not to shove my boot up your--"

"Ahhh... how I've missed your colorful turns of phrase," Gortash says smoothly, his eyes glinting with laughter. The disdainful, taunting smirk is carefully calculated; to the casual observer watching it might seem a polite grin, but Karlach knows - and Hector knows - that it is not. He believes he has all the power here, and that he can still treat her as if she is nothing.

"We must catch up," Gortash continues casually; his eyes flick to Hector. "Just as soon as I've had words with your... little friend."

Hector feels an uncharacteristic bloom of anger starting to grow in his own chest. How dare you? he thinks icily. How dare you treat her as you have, and speak to me like that?

"As for you," Gortash goes on, seemingly unaware of the reaction he is engendering, "I understand congratulations are in order. Thorm's defeat hasn't gone unnoticed. You're *known* - for who you are, and for that Netherstone you carry."

He gestures Hector a little off to the side, lowers his voice until it is audible only to them and not the wider room. The veneer of pomp and circumstance vanishes abruptly, and Hector can see the jumped-up black marketeer underneath, speaking in plain, practical terms.

"The quakes are a clear warning," Gortash says coolly. "If nobody steps in soon, it'll free itself from the authority of the crown. I expect it'll start with turning the Sword Coast's infected - you among them. That Prism of yours won't last indefinitely."

He takes a slight step closer to Hector, staring him down. "Next, the Grand Design. The mind flayer empire reborn. If we're lucky, we'll become slaves. If we're unlucky, well... Not the most thrilling of prospects. But it's a fate that can be avoided if you and I come to an understanding." He folds his arms with a pointed glare. "Together we can still restore authority over the brain."

The Emperor's voice rings in Hector's head. "Of course... Gortash always did have an eye for opportunity..."

Hector feels himself smiling tightly, a sort of rictus grin of astonished rage.

Gortash said they are known. And in some ways it is true - Gortash clearly does know some things about them. He knows what they did to Ketheric, he knows about the Prism. He knows they stand against him, and that they have killed many of his cultists already.

But he doesn't know everything; that much is also obvious. He doesn't, for instance, know that Hector loves Karlach. He must not, because he is saying that he wants to cut a deal with Hector for control of the brain. And if he wanted that to work, he should not have mocked Karlach publicly in front of the patriars of the city before attempting it. He should not have sent Karlach to the hells, for that matter, to live or die under Zariel's whip.

"You're a dead man," he answers coldly, his eyes not leaving Gortash's face. "I can't let you take over the city."

"Please," Wyll whispers anxiously. "Stay your hand. My father's life is at stake."

Gortash laughs softly. "Sage advice," he says, unconcerned by what he can see of Hector's tightly controlled anger. "My Steel Watchers take unkindly to threats - no matter how hollow. You are of little use to me dead, but dead is exactly what you will be if you arouse the ire of my Steel Watch."

Hector shakes his head. He has no intention of forcing violence here - but he will not say yes to this man's plans, no matter what. "I'm not interested in bargaining with the likes of you."

Gortash shrugs. "The likes of you stand to benefit from the likes of me," he answers calmly. "There is an old wisdom - a brittle alliance can never be mended. It can only break. With Ketheric gone, Orin proved treacherous. Bhaal's Chosen wants the Netherstones for herself." A muscle in his jaw twitches. "She only cares for blood. And your blood and mine are of particular interest to her."

True enough. Orin has already made it perfectly clear to Hector that she seeks only chaos and destruction - his, and the rest of the world's. "I'm not afraid of her," he says. But he is a poor liar, and he is sure Gortash can see right through this front of bravery. Of course he is afraid of her. He is terrified, in fact.

Gortash's eyes narrow disdainfully. "You've met her assassins. Efficient killers, by all accounts. I know you survived previous encounters - but she won't relent. Orin changes shape faster than you and I change clothes. You know - she's tricked you before."

He tilts his head thoughtfully; the smirk slips just slightly. True fear? Or a calculated moment of weakness? "She's targeted me as well," he goes on. "I'm well protected, but she's extremely good at what she does. If Orin obtains all three Netherstones, she'll plunge the Coast into chaos and paint the city in blood. I can't let that happen. I want to lead this city to glory, not scorch its earth."

Hector lips tighten into a sharp frown. "You want me to believe you mean no harm to the city?" he snaps.

Gortash spreads his hands in a welcoming gesture. "I'd like to propose a pact. A divine oath, sworn upon spirit and flesh. I do no harm to you, nor you to me. Furthermore, you'll have nothing to fear from my Steel Watch while our pact stands. Thorm's stone is yours to keep. When you slay Orin and take her stone, you bring it here, so the three are united once again."

His eyes light with an almost maniacal glint, and he brings his hands together with a sharp slap. "Together, we rule Faerun as kings. No - more than kings. Gods. We rule as the Absolute."

Wyll has been listening in silence to all this, and now speaks, wary and soft. "And... my father?"

Gortash smiles. "Your father will do whatever you command him to, like any other subject in our kingdom."

Hector feels his neck prickle with discomfort at the mental image this calls up. He sees Wyll shoot him an alarmed look, a slight shake of the head.

Gortash returns his gaze to Hector, that smile still fixed on his face. "What do you say? Shall we be allies?'

Hector flinches almost imperceptibly as the Emperor speaks again in his head. "I can detect no deceit," the mind flayer says thoughtfully. "This alliance could serve us well. And if it does not... well, we need not honor it."

Hector's jaw sets in a scowl. All of these people who would be his allies, and yet none of them know anything of him, or what it would take to make him agree. The Emperor claims they are comrades - but believes he would be willing to turn his back on a sacred, divine oath once sworn, as casually as breaking a business agreement. And Gortash... Gortash believes he would wish to stand over a whole city and command it like a beaten dog.

Karlach, at his side, snorts in disgust at the offer being put to them. "'Let's be allies,' said the viper to the frog," she quotes with a sharp shake of her head.

[MONK] "You seek to rule this city," Hector says firmly. He has control of himself again, now that he sees the full shape of the situation. Only his fists clenched at his sides still betray his anger, and his utter hatred for this man and everything he has done to the Sword Coast, to Hector, and to the woman he loves. "I seek to better its people. We shall not be allies, Enver Gortash."

Dismay flickers through Gortash's eyes, though his smile doesn't shift. "What a shame to refuse the power of a god," he murmurs. He tilts his head, eyeing Hector thoughtfully for a long moment. "Perhaps a demonstration of why you need my help will motivate you to make the right decision," he adds coolly.

He takes a step forward, rests a hand on Hector's shoulder, and his smile widens with sudden, gleeful cruelty. "Your camp is compromised. One of you is an imposter. A Faceless. Who, I can't say. I'd suggest a thorough investigation - you'll find I speak truth."

Hector goes very still. His blood runs cold. This is the thing he feared from the moment he learned that Orin was a shapeshifter - the possibility that one of his friends might be taken, replaced, and his trust in them used for the enemy's gain. But is Gortash telling the truth? Or simply trying to seed conflict between them?

"Take that with a grain of salt," Karlach mutters. "This is Gortash we're talking to."

Gortash shrugs. There is an unmistakable note of urgency in his voice, a little agitation not quite masked. "Let this be a warning. Orin is the spark in a powderkeg. We make an alliance, or the city is made ash. I will give you time to reconsider."

"Tread carefully," whispers the Emperor in Hector's mind. "Remember, you must do what it takes to survive. Even if it means striking a deal with the enemy."

Hector feels himself begin to tremble. No. He can't make a deal with Gortash - he can't stand there and sign on the dotted line with the man who destroyed Karlach's life. He can't listen to the illithid in the Prism about the correct course of action. And he can't stand here idle while there is a potential interloper among them that must be rooted out.

"You're on your own, Gortash," he says hoarsely.

Gortash smiles again, recovering his composure at once, like a switch being flipped. "Oh, but I most certainly am not." He takes a step back, turns to gesture towards the throne, and the Duke, behind him. "Now come - be witness as I make history as the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate!"

Hector shakes his head once sharply, turns on his heel and begins to walk away. "I have no interest in this sham of a ceremony."

Before he can take another step, pain explodes through his head and he staggers, almost collapsing to the ground.

"Then allow me to pique it for you," he hears Gortash say behind him.

Narrator: Your brain twists and stretches under the Watcher's gaze. The pain almost brings you to your knees... before fading.

Gortash watches Hector's agony impassively. "You will follow me," he says coldly. "And you will show due respect." He lifts his voice to the rest of the room. "Distinguished dukes, patriars, dearest Ravengard - I will heed your call. A new chapter begins!"

Without another word, he turns and moves back to the center of the room where Ravengard is waiting. Hector gasps for breath, trying to regain himself; he feels Karlach's arm tightly around his shoulders, steadying him.

He is only half-aware of the ceremony beginning, of Ulder Ravengard's deep, resonant voice speaking the prescribed words, echoing to the ceiling.

"Enver Gortash. Swearest thou, by Balduran's blade, to defend the citizens of Baldur's Gate from enemies within and without?"

"I swear."

"Swearest thou true faith and fealty to the same, by word, deed, and decree, so that none may suffer?"

"I swear."

Ravengard's dark eyes, still with that almost imperceptible note of blankness, sweep the watching crowd. "Gathered guests, grant ye consent?"

Say nothing.

Everything in him aches to lash out. Ketheric Thorm was a Sharran madman, but nothing in Hector ever desired his death half so much as he desires Gortash's at this moment. But Wyll is still right. This is not the place. They will have to find the right time. They have other concerns that must be dealt with first.

But we will stop you. I swear that by the Moonmaiden and every ray of her light. We will stop you, and we will end you, for good and all.

"Enver Gortash, the Council appoints you Archduke of Baldur's Gate."

"My friends - the Steel Watch stands ready. Let its blade fall on any who would diminish our city!"

"And you, honored guest, will find me in my office above when you return. Do not come empty-handed."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #phew what a long scene XD #also FUCK enver gortash #Hector is going to throttle him later and he will enjoy it #hector will i mean #gortash won't enjoy it at all as far as i'm aware #but also gortash just announced the nightmare scenario so i guess we're going to have to go look into that immediately #hector is so f'in furious right now

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annabellewynter · 1 year

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Drabble Challenge

My friend @leelee10898 and I decided to challenge each other to do a drabble to get back into a hobby we love. I have not written in a while. This is a story I started a long time ago, and it stuck with me. I decided to make a few changes and make this an original story and will be posting it here going forward.

I decided to use the prompt given to me "Hmm. Not what I expected at all" in a future chapter and included it here.

Genre: Regency Romance

Words: 800

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed an elegant lady, with hair smoothed into a delicately pinned coiffure, polished skin and pink painted lips.

Melina smoothed the soft material of the royal blue dress and allowed her fingers to run along the rich texture. She idly fondled the white satin ribbon under her breasts, staring at the two plump mounds that peeked out from under her neckline. Melina had never worn proper underclothes before, let alone an actual corset. It made moving and breathing rather difficult, but she had to admit, after seeing the effect, she understood why some ladies would endure the torture device.

She shimmied, trying to shift something, to make breathing less of an effort, but only managed to look ridiculous.

"Is something the matter, ma'am? Are you not satisfied?"

She turned towards the young lady's maid, who had worked so tirelessly to make her into this beautiful picture of a lady and forced a smile.

"No, not at all. You did a lovely job, Emilia. Really, I can hardly even recognize myself."

Melina gently touched her nose, where she would ordinarily have freckles. Those too were expertly covered, showing only porcelain skin.

"I understand the Duke is waiting for you on the veranda when you're ready."

Melina nodded, doing her best to calm her racing heart, and exited the safety of her room.

Soft light lit the veranda, emitted by dozens of candles lighting up darkened corners and illuminating the space. Melina grinned, appreciating the attention paid to such details. It was unacceptable for a lady to dine alone with a man, let alone in a space with darkened corners, prime for scandal. Melina was certainly not a lady, at least in the way polite society would consider, but she appreciated that the Duke still treated her as such.

She stood next to a small fountain. No sounds could be heard but the bubbling of the water and the beginning of chirping from crickets.

The Duke was standing with his back to her when she arrived. His hands were clapped behind him as he stared out at the gardens.

She gently cleared her throat, and he swiftly turned, eyes widening in surprise. Or perhaps it was shock. Melina couldn't quite tell which as he stared at her, openmouthed.

"Is something wrong?" she questioned.

"No," he finally closed his mouth and shook his head. "Nothing is wrong, per se. It's just…" he trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Is it not what you expected?" She prompted, a red blush heating her face. "Am I not what you expected?" In truth, she hadn't known precisely what reaction to anticipate, but this was certainly not it.

He contemplated before answering. "Hmm. Not what I expected at all," he admitted.

His brown eyes were trained on her green as he slowly approached. The Duke removed a neat white hankie from his pocket as he walked, gently unfolding it. He stopped before Melina, dipping the edge of the cloth into the fountain. His eyebrow raised in question as he held up the dampened fabric.

"May I?"

Melina felt her heart beating hard against her chest as she watched him. The air seemed thick, and she struggled to speak. So, instead, she nodded her head as he moved even closer.

The hankie was cool as he gently pressed it to her skin, easing the cloth across each cheek in turn. The barest hint of a smile pulled on the corner of his lip as he spoke.

"There they are."

He then repeated the gesture down the bridge of her nose to the tip and nodded in satisfaction.

"Better, but there's still something…" he spoke softly before taking another step towards her.

He was so close now Melina felt the heat of him rolling off her. He reached his hand behind her head, and she breathed in the scent of his musk. He smelled clean and rich with the tinge of sweat. His breath wafted across her face as his fingers gingerly grasped a hairpin and tugged it from her hair. A long, curly lock of hair sprang free, delighted to be released from its imprisonment. The Duke smirked and continued to undo the sophisticated style her lady's maid had taken hours to tame her unwieldy curls into. When he had at last removed the final pin, he stepped back, smiling widely.

"You looked lovely, Melina," he explained. "And you easily could have been mistaken for any other high society lady. But you did not look like yourself. You are far grander than any of them could hope to be. And like this," he motioned to her now, with her freckles fully on display and her wild strawberry curls framing her face. "Like this, you are breathtaking."

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mz-elysium · 8 months

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why wyll....

i finished bg3 with wyll and idk if i've ever been SO MAD about any story's writing choices. i legit feel robbed of what we could've had.

i've never felt such a feral need to write fanfic to fix... an entire character.

spoilers and rant under cut

idk if people were whining THAT MUCH about Wyll in early access. I just know he was rarely used bc as the "Blade of Frontiers" w/o Pact of the Blade, he really suffered in combat.

But, hey, he's now... quite good. My hero of Act 2 fights (sorc!Tav, Wyll, Shadowheart, Astarion). Gave him two levels of Paladin and he hits like a truck.

But they ~rewrote~ his story.

They broke him. This was a PERFECTLY good warlock and they ruined him. He was a fraud, a liar, a reckless proud cheat who wanted to be beloved by the smallfolk and sung about by the bards -- and not beat by goblins at level 1, but he was a useless fighter so he made a pact with a devil. Like the others, he was complicated. Flawed. In need of fixing a deep-rooted problem that the tadpoles could've taken advantage of.

But now, he's unfinished. His story feels so empty in Act 3. I managed to free him from the pact AND save his father, but their reunion is so flat and lackluster. I was totally expecting to find that an overbearing father was at the heart of Wyll's need to be praised/admired/loved, but there's just total forgiveness.... after 7yrs of exiling your teenage son for fucking a devil. Their dialogue trees also kept looping and his father addressed Tav as "my son" more than once.

Throughout the game, Wyll also said (in the same convo) that he "always wanted to get out of the pact", "never regretted it", and had "a hero's heart". He encouraged me regularly to follow my heart, that we don't need tadpoles or other powers to Do The Right Thing. Bruh. You're a warlock. What moral high-ground do you have? Either Mizora has never fucked you over by having you kill innocents/do minor evil (obviously not true), or she has, in which case you're a desperate liar but I can't call you out on it.

They made Wyll flawless, mature, always right, and honourably heroic. He never loses his cool. He holds nothing against his father. He's never lost a major defeat to hold grudges against. I would've loved EA Wyll to have a chance to become this stoic, calm, centered paladin. But Wyll, now, doesn't feel like he's earned it.

They made Gale less manipulative/sketchy before launch, which is fine. But completely erasing Wyll's growth by dropping him at the finish line is so unsatisfying.

I can totally see EA Wyll's development: from a lying adventurer crutching on his powers and needing the praise and reputation as a folk hero, to leaving the pact behind and growing up to save his father at the cost of his legend; becoming Grand Duke to do "common boring heroics" that make a difference.

But it just... doesn't exist. I have no idea why full-release Wyll wouldn't become his father's heir. He doesn't seem to need his identity as The Blade of Frontiers as much as EA Wyll did. He's older, mature, and less violent.

It felt the whole time like I was adventuring with someone whose arc had already finished. Shadowheart and Astarion changed dramatically; their comments, greetings, convos. Wyll was so static and painfully dull.

Also, making him half-devil looks super wonky. His horns are too wide and don't really suit him, let alone how he clips. He has no arc, coming to terms with them. You can't uncurse him.

I was most excited for Wyll in full release and I just feel like I played 92hrs waiting for him to turn on. A waste of a companion slot, when I could've taken Lae'zel this whole time and actually had a character with depth and development.

#bg3 spoilers #wyll #justice for wyll: give him back his flaws #wyll whining

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙐𝙈𝘽 𝙋𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙔

DAY 2 : MASTER/PET

s. the two of you are just friends, a duke and one of his advisors is what you say to everyone. but you shouldn't be fucking the duke senseless and treating him like a cocksleeve if you really are just friends.

w. bxb, male! reader, top! reader, sub! raphael, anal sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!), big cock, office sex, deep throating, face-fucking, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, size difference, power play, & pet names (good boy, puppy, pet).

wc. 2863

"Staying up late again, sir?"

Leaning against the doorway with a carefree slouch that would fill most nobles with seething irritation, you wait patiently for the cooled tone that belonged to the duke. It would have been rude to just waltz right in, especially with how busy he'd been for the past few days.

"Yes, I suppose so." Raphael peers up at you through thick lashes that most noble ladies would kill to have before honing back in on the sea of documents stacked atop his desk. "A few.. unexpected occurrences took place, and I'll be needing to document them."

"I see.. and judging by that expression, I'd say that you hadn't expected it to be such a hassle."

"Indeed.."

He exhales heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers. It wasn't often that one would get to see the Duke of the Kedrey family so stressed, but was it really so surprising? He was only human at the end of the day, just like everyone else. There was only so much stress he could take before it'd truly start getting to him.

"Shall I help you with these piles? I may not be efficient with paperwork as the other aides, but at least I can help, sir."

"No, no it's alright, I-"

"Sir, with all due respect, you look ready to collapse as soon as you stop writing." Raphael gives you a look as you flash him one of your signature shit-eating grins. Hey, it doesn't hurt to be blunt and teasing sometimes, especially right now. He could use some relaxation, the poor man. In which caseー

"You have your hair down today, Raphael." Striding over closer to him, you lower your voice to a more soothing and sultry tone. And it works, seeing how he flinches ever so slightly, then relaxes. His once hardened face now softens as his breath begins to speed up, knowing what's to come.

"You.. said it looked nice on me last time," he murmurs, pale cheeks growing redder as you push a few stray hairs back. He makes no effort to push away your hand and instead leans into the soft touch of your fingers.

For some strange reason, his mysophobia did not stir when you touched him, even after all those countless late night "lessons" with just you and him. Even when you kissed him, even when you trailed your hands all across the expanse of his muscular and toned body, he was fine. It was like a great burden was lifted from his shoulders, and so you had made the most of such a happening.

"Hm? I didn't think you to be such a charmer Raphael," you coo, leaning your head in so close that your lips barely brush up against his temple. That seems to do him in, as he heaves a gasp that was a few octaves short of a moan.

"I-I.. sorry, I wasn't.." It's quite nice seeing someone of high status as him being reduced to a stuttering and blushing mess who can't even speak properly. Well, you might as well save him the embarrassment of asking for what he wanted.

"Why don't we start our lessons for tonight, hm? You need a distraction anyway, isn't that right?"

"Y-yeah.." his eyes glaze over with a far-away look in them, as if hypnotized by each of your honeyed words. You give him a smile, as if praising him for his acceptance.

"Well then, let's start, shall we?." Raphael's eyes quickly shoot open as you begin to unbuckle your belt, and he casts you a look of bewilderment, as if questioning if you're really going to be doing it here in his office. You notice his expression and return it with a knowing smirk. Yeah, you know what you're doing, especially since you're about to push him into ecstasy in his own office.

"We haven't done this in a while, have we?" Pondering this, you let your now crinkled pants fall down the rest of your legs, and it's then that he can more clearly see the outline of your erection straining against your underwear. The way he tries to suck in a gasp that leaves his breath shaking is so unlike him, but you find it to be endearing.

"No.. I thought.." He trails off, pondering his next words carefully. You raise an eyebrow, as if coaxing him to go on and say it, even though you have an idea of what he's thinking.

"You thought I got bored or something? Thought I got a fiancé and wouldn't want you anymore."

"I.." His eyes look at anywhere but you, fumbling over how easily you him, and it annoys you a bit.

"On your knees, now. Don't make me say it twice."

He drops to his knees not even a second after you finish your sentence, and you hum in satisfaction as you finally yank your underwear down. Raphael's cheeks burst with red as your semi-hard erection springs free from the confines of your boxers, and you can vaguely see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard.

"Well, what are you waiting for? It's not suck itself off now, is it?"

His mouth is hot and wet around the tip, and it takes every last shred of patience to not push his head down to the base. But you're a patient man; you don't want to ruin your little stress relief session with your pet. You want to savor every moment you have until he has to return to the position of master, and you as an aide.

He spends a few minutes like that, just sucking and sloppily slurping on your cockhead as he laps up every pearly bead of pre-cum that bubbles up. You occasionally roll your hips forward, pushing just an extra bit of your dick further into his inviting mouth as to stimulate yourself further and coddle your desperate pet.

"Fuck.. good boy, always taking me so well." You hiss when Raphael moans with delight, the vibrations sending tingles straight up your spine and leaving your limbs feeling numb. "Shit, quit.. quit doing that. You're gonna make me cum early.."

Upon hearing this, the dark-haired man produces another muffled noise, vibrations jolting all over your cock as he begins to push his head further down your shaft. Wheezing, you raise a hand and quickly tangle it in his soft black tresses as to ground yourself from the sudden warmth beginning to swallow up the rest of you.

Slowly but surely, your cute puppy finally takes your shaft all the way to the base with his nose brushing against the tufts of hair on your pelvis. You can tell he's doing his best to not gag loudly as his gag reflex began to kick in, still not used to having your big cock stuffed all the way in his mouth. Fuck— yeah, you were going to lose it at this point.

"Sorry," is all you can manage before you pull his head back and force his head down all the way. You start it with just slow deep thrusts, the man beneath you gagging as he seems to forget to breathe through his nose. But soon you lose all reign of patience and begin to fuck his mouth like you mean it.

And what completes this lewd scene is how Raphael lets you do it; he's eagerly letting you fuck his throat with no resistance or hesitation. He's utterly compliant in your touch, like a pet letting its master stroke and coddle it. You have no doubt in your mind that he could easily overpower and shove you aside, should the thought ever cross his mind.

But he doesn't, instead even gripping the back of your legs to force your shaft even deeper down his throat each time you pound into it. You use his throat as if it were a toy, using him for your own pleasure without a second thought for his own. The sight of your own duke, who was renowned for his good looks and strong physique, was letting you use his throat like a pussy was purely exhilarating.

"O-oh shit.. f-fuck I'm gonna— shit, you better swallow..!" With a raspy gasp that sounds as if the air was punched right out of you, you cum. You push his head all the way down, the wet heat of his pulsing throat milking and prolonging your orgasm. You can faintly hear him gagging above the pounding of blood rushing to your head, but you're much too lost to your orgasm to even care.

You're actually quite flustered over how quickly you came, but as you tug your now softened cock from Raphael's throat, it's obvious that he's too dazed to even care. Knowing how he was, he was probably happy to have you cum so early— it meant he was doing a good job as your pet.

"Open your mouth." He opens his mouth with quick obedience, showing how your release fills his mouth to the near brim. He has to angle his neck as to not spill a single drop on him or his quite expensive clothes.

"Good boy. Now swallow." Raphael complies, closing his mouth quickly and swallowing up your thick and creamy load with an audible gulp. His eyes never leave yours, not even once. Good, he's learning quickly.

"Hands on the desk and bend over," You tap the wooden desk with your index finger, bottling up every urge to fuck your pet stupid right where he sits," so I can fuck you like the dumb pet you are."

He doesn't waste a second and swiftly stands up straight, towering over you, before he bends over the wooden desk and pushes the organized piles of paper as far as he can. He's still wearing his pants, however, and he can't exactly take them off in this position. So you'll do him a favor and take them off for him.

You have to essentially hug him around the waist just to reach his belt buckle, with how much bigger his whole body is compared to yours, but you don't really mind. It does make the process of sliding his pants off more difficult, but you manage to hook your thumb under the two layers of clothes and let them slip down his legs.

Spreading apart his soft cheeks elicits a sharp whimper from him, and it only grows louder when you slap your cockhead against the puffy ring of muscles. And you're quite surprised when you feel and see his hole coated with glistening lube or perhaps his own spit.

He'd been playing with himself, fingering and stretching out his hole with the hopes of replicating the feeling of your big cock. Though with how whiney and desperate he was, it seemed obvious that it hadn't been enough to satisfy him.

"Go on, beg like the dumb puppy you are, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

It takes all your patience not to pop your throbbing cockhead into his tight little ass— just the tip as you'd often tell him — so you can really see him beg desperately. It was nice to see his eyes roll back into his head when you'd slam the entirety of your length inside and he'd cum just like that. Fuck, you were seriously pent up.

"Please.. please fuck me.. Fuck me like the dumb pet I am..♡"

"Good puppy." And with that, you align your throbbing cockhead to his eager hole and swiftly shove it in. You're pleasantly surprised by the pulsating heat that swallows your dick, whilst your puppy chokes and shudders.

"Shit, always— always so fucking tight." You swear your vision goes white for a split second as soon as your cock is sheathed inside his ass. "Thought I was gonna cum there for a second.."

You don't move right away, you just savor the addictive way Raphael's ass squeezes and pulls your shaft as if desperately trying to keep you inside. Occasionally you drag your hips ever so slowly, watching as you sheath yourself fully before pulling back, but you'd like to delight in the pleasure for a minute or two at least.

"D-dont.. n-not there-! I'll.." Raphael whines, uncharacteristically so, as he chokes and wheezes from the sudden, and by the sounds of it, you were rubbing up against his prostate.

"Oh, right here?" You chuckle at the way he whimpers when you rub up against the spongy spot again and again as he starts to moan. "Does my puppy want me to make him feel good?"

A mixture of moans and babbles are your answer, and it seems that he's already feeling good on his own, so you start moving. This time, you don't wait for a response as you fuck into him like a crazed man.

“Khg-! ..S-so big..”

Your lungs are failing you. It feels so fucking good and with your pent up arousal now being given a chance to be satisfied, you wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. You can feel your balls smack against his skin, and the impact only reminds of how much. Raphael was certainly enjoying himself, his moans growing increasingly louder with each passing second.

"I'd keep quiet if I were you. You don't want anyone seeing you take my dick like a whore, now would you?"

He chokes on the fingers that grip his jaw and push their way into his mouth, but doesn't waste a second on coating them with his spit. It does muffle his moans, but it makes pounding into him a bit more difficult, but that's alright. You would have to push more of your weight on top of him, but he's more than capable of carrying your weight, even more if he wanted.

It's impossible to tell what kind of expression he's making, but you know he's probably getting off to sucking on your fingers and pretending that he's sucking you off or something like that. It's a shame you can't see his face and any of his flushed expressions, but it's worth hearing his cries and moans.

"Haha, shit, I'm gonna cum. You hear that puppy? You're gonna make me cum."

"P.. pleashe cum inside.. I want your cum, I—"

"Good puppy — fuck! — Let's do it together alright?" True to your word, you angle your hips as to be directed perfectly against his prostate and begin to thrust with all the vigor you can muster. The stinging pain of your skin smacking against his pricks at your nerves, but you ignore it in favor of watching your pet's back tense and arch as you fuck him mercilessly.

It feels so right to have him take all of you so obediently, to mold your own boss into a lewd pet so that he wouldn't want for another. He was made for you, body and soul, and you'd be damned if you'd let him slip through your fingers.

A hard thrust and your eyes snap shut as your orgasm hits you hard, with spurts of thick white spilling into his insides, coating them with your essence. He cums soon after, yet again, whimpering at such a high pitch that he could be mistaken for a kicked puppy.

"God, that was.. that was something.." Hugging Raphael around his waist feels nice, so intimate with how gentle your embrace is since your orgasm took quite a bit out of you, and you'd been abstaining from pleasuring yourself for the past week or two, maybe more.

Your cute puppy feels limp in your arms, save for the rising and falling of his body from the deep rapid breaths he takes in as he does his best to recover from having his backside basically blown out. You don't bother trying to get a response from him since—

"Oo-oh..uhh.."

It takes you a good few seconds to realize what's happening; with the slow jerking of his elbow and the sound of wet slick sliding against skin. He's jerking off, or, well, at least trying to.

"Tsk, looks like my pet didn't learn from his training last time. You're still trying to touch yourself." A grin erupts on your lips as you tug his body back until his back meets your chest, a weak moan of protest leaving his lips. His right hand weakly drops from his softening erection, though now sticky and dripping with thick white.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to train you into a good pet, Raphael." Blowing a puff of hot air onto the shell of his ear gives you a sense of satisfaction as his big and sturdy body quivers oh so cutely. This sort of look suits him, you decide. Even with his sharp features and demanding aura, he was more suited to taking your cock and precious cum into his ass like a good toy.

Clearly, he was still in need of your guidance and training. But you were willing to train him into the perfect pet; always ready and needy for your touch. After all, what kind of aide would you be if you can't benefit the duke in some way?

#lati's kinktober #raphael kedrey x reader #raphael kedrey smut #manhwa x reader #manhwa smut

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kinger-fr · 5 months

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Dad says act our age

You heard the man, it's time to rage!

[All]

Blast the bass, turn out the light

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Ram]

Drink, smoke, it's all cool

Let's get naked in my pool!

[All]

Punch the wall and start a fight!

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Kurt]

His folks got a waterbed

Come upstairs and rest your head

[Ram]

Let's rub each other's backs

While watching porn on cinemax!

[Heather chandler, kurt, ram, kids]

The folks are gone

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

We're up till dawn

Having some big fun!

Big fun!

When mom and dad forget

To lock the liquor cabinet

It's big fun!

Big fun!

[Veronica]

Ok, ok, ok

So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?

[Heather mcnamara]

No, it's salt, and then

[Heather chandler]

You're doing it wrong!

[Veronica, spoken]

Really? 'Cause I feel great

[Preppy stud]

Veronica, you are looking good tonight!

[Veronica]

Whoa

A hot guy smiled at me

Without a trace of mockery!

[All but veronica]

Everyone's high as a kite

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Veronica]

Stoned. Zoned. I should quit

Hey, is that weed? I want a hit

[All but veronica]

Fill that joint and roll it tight

Ain't nobody home tonight!

[Veronica]

Dreams are coming true

When people laugh but not at you!

I'm not alone! I'm not afraid!

I feel like bono at liveaid!

[All]

The house is ours

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

Let's use their showers

That sounds like

Big fun!

Crack open one more case!

[Veronica]

I think that's what they call third base

[All]

Big fun!

[Veronica]

That actually looks like

[All]

Big fun!

[Kurt]

Alright, people, listen up!

What is westerberg gonna do to the razorbacks at Sunday's game?

[Ram]

Gonna make 'em go whee!

Whee! Whee! Whee!

[All]

Big fun!

[Heather duke]

Way to show maturity!

[All]

Big fun!

[Heather duke]

Quit it jackass, get off of me!

[All]

Big fun!

[Veronica]

Yo! Ram! Emergency!

I just saw some freshmen sneaking over the pool fence!

[Ram]

I hate freshmen!

Where are you little pricks?

I'm coming for you!

[Veronica]

Hey, are you okay?

[Heather duke]

I didn't need your help

[Veronica]

Aw, thanks, heather, but I don't really have to vomit right now

[All]

The party's hot, hot, hot

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

[Kurt]

You need a jello shot!

[All]

We're having big fun!

Big fun!

[Heather chandler]

Martha dumptruck, in the flesh

[Heather duke]

Here comes the cootie squad

We should -

[Heather chandler]

Shut up, heather

[Heather duke]

Sorry, heather

[Heather mcnamara]

Look who's with her

Oh, my God!

[All three heathers]

Dang! Dang! Diggety-dang-a-dang!

Dang-dang! Diggety-dang-a-dang!

[Veronica]

I can't believe you actually came

[Martha]

It's exciting, right?

Oh, I want to say hello to ram

I brought sparkling cider

[Heather chandler]

Showing up here took some guts

Time to rip them out

[Heather duke]

Well, who's this pig remind you of?

Especially the snout

[Heather chandler]

Hah!

[All three heathers]

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang!

[Ram]

Where the hell are those freshman?

[Martha]

Hi, ram

I wasn't gonna come, but since you took the time to write that sweet note

[Ram]

What note?

Why d'you gotta be so weird all the time?

People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal

There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

[Kids]

Dang, dang, diggety-dang-a-dang

Diggety-dang-a-dang!

The folks are gone

It's time for big fun!

Big fun!

We're up till dawn

Having some big fun!

Big fun!

So let the speakers blow

They'll buy another stereo

Our folks got no clue

'Bout all the shit their children do

Why are they surprised?

Whenever we're unsupervised

It's big fun!

Big fun!

Whooo!

Mod: WHY?!?! WHY THE WALL OF FUCKING TEXT?!?!

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anotherwvba · 7 months

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An Origin Story pt. 6

The infirmary was a marvel of modern medicine, a state-of-the-art facility that could handle everything from fight-related injuries to basic surgical procedures. Gabby Jay led the group of new and prospective fighters into the infirmary.

"Mes amis, welcome to the infirmary," Gabby announced, his French accent lending a touch of elegance to the sterile environment. "Here, you will find everything you need to keep you in fighting shape and ready for the ring."

Gabby then gestured to a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, “Please allow me to introduce Doctor Genkoto Wakada. Doctor Wakada is our chief physician on staff.”

Doctor Wakada stepped forward, a warm expression on his face. "Thank you, Gabby. Welcome everyone. Today, we'll be conducting your physicals. This will include blood work, EKG, the works. We want to make sure you're all fit to fight. The health and safety of our fighters is of the utmost importance to us here and we will put your health ahead of your fight."

“They are médecins fantastiques,” Gabby spoke up. “Doctor Wakada and his staff have kept me in fighting trim through one hundred bouts.”

“Thank you for the kind words, Gabby.” Doctor Wakada looked to his clipboard, “Let’s get started. Reina Adora, you’re up first.”

“About time,” Reina stood, radiating arrogance. She shot a disdainful look at the rest of the group before disappearing behind the curtain.

Star Mika took a seat in the waiting room, her eyes falling on the teal boxing gloves in her bag. I’m here, Mac, she thought. I'm finally here, in the WVBA. I can't wait for you and everyone to see how much I’ve grown.

"Umm, sorry, is this seat taken?" A voice broke through Mika's reverie.

Mika looked up to see a young blonde woman dressed in jeans and a Chicago Cubs tank top. "No, go ahead," Mika replied, smiling.

The blonde sat down and introduced herself, a midwestern accent tinged her voice. "I'm Kinsley, but you can call me Skye."

"Nice to meet ya’, Skye. I'm Mika. Star Mika," she introduced herself, extending a hand.

Skye shook it. "Star Mika, huh? That's pretty cool. I saw how you stood up to lucha chick earlier. That was badass."

Mika chuckled. "Thanks. I just don't like it when people act like they're above everyone else. We're all boxers, right? We’re all the same when we lace up the gloves."

Skye nodded. "Exactly. I hope I get signed just so I can fight her. I’d love to take her down a notch. Can't stand bullies."

"Me neither," Mika agreed. "So, you're from Chicago?"

"Born and raised! Chi-Town tough, that's what my daddy says. How about you?"

"I'm from the Philippines, but my family moved to New York when I started middle school."

“New York? So you’re a talker,” Skye smiles, giving the last word an exaggerated New York drawl.

Mika chuckles and puts up her dukes jokingly, “Oh, I talk alright.”

Both girls share a laugh, then Skye says, "That's awesome. What got you into boxing?"

"I was a gymnast, but I couldn’t find a place when we moved to New York.” Mika absently reached for her gloves in her bag, “One of my best friends was in the boxing club and got me hooked."

Skye grinned. "Really? I’m a gymnast, too! Gymnastics, dance, cheerleading, but I saw at a WVBA show at the UIC. That was when I knew this was where I wanted to be."

"Petmalu! Lots of skills translate to the ring,” Mika said excitedly.

"It's all about that footwork, baby," Skye winked. "So, you know anyone here?"

"Not really. I mean, I know of some fighters, but I don't really know anyone here personally."

"Then, wanna be my study buddy? We can help each other out."

Mika's eyes lit up. "Absolutely! We should totally see if we can room together too!"

Skye's eyes widened. "That would be awesome! Let’s check out the gym together tonight."

"I'm all in for it," Mika agreed, her excitement palpable. “So let me tell you about the cafeteria they’ve got…”

Just then, Doctor Wakada called out the next name, some guy named Tim or Tom—they didn't catch it. Mika and Skye were too engrossed in their newfound friendship and the exciting plans that lay ahead. They were here, in the WVBA, and the future looked brighter than ever.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch out oc #wvba #punch out fanfic #Star Mika #Reina Adora #Skye Ivy #Gabby Jay

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felagund-fiollaigean · 2 years

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Hi there!

Having read you awesome Whumptober fic about her, I was wondering if you had any headcanons about Valiana? I love her to pieces, and I'd love to read your thoughts on her.

Have a wonderful day!

Oh shit yeah! hold on let me see if I can put some of these thoughts to words

After Saint's Blood she makes a point to have Kest teach her the Grandanza. (or whatever that dance is called. you know what I mean, right? cool. moving on).

actually no I'm not moving on. you know what? Valiana was/is a professional noblewoman and Kest is Kest, they're both trained in formal ballroom dance and they do make a point to dance together at least once. I like to dance, and that's fun to think about. I've mentioned my thoughts about her and kest before but I think they're buds. good pals. they have offscreen bonding moments and they're all great.

oh no, bad thought. at one point, she does ask him to kill her if the adorasia takes over again and she can't fight it anymore.

her handwriting is immaculate

She has to unlearn so much toxic shit she picked up from Patriana (who, I think we can all surmise, was absolutely not a good parent). I think body image issues were definitely part of that, Patirana would constantly nitpick at her appearance and that shit sticks with you.

again, i project, but there are so many practical skills she never had to learn in Princess Mode that suddenly are necessary as a Greatcoat. How to repair horse tack. How to build a shelter when sleeping out in the open. How to tie a clove hitch. Other basic combat/survival/travel skills. One of the other main greatcoats will say something like, "your sword's getting dull, make sure you sharpen it" and she's faced with the realization that no one ever taught her to do this thing which she never needed to know but is now the most basic skill for her new line of work. She tries to figure it out on her own and usually doesn't get it right, and one of the others has to come along and help her fix it and teach her how to do it correctly. It's an utterly humiliating and exhausting learning curve to have to go through and she hates every minute but takes it like a champ.

TYRANT'S THRONE SPOILERS BELOW]

After Aline dies, she's afraid to let herself even think about it, because she worries that if she lets herself experience emotions too strongly it will weaken her defenses and let the Adorasia in the driver's seat again. This isn't so much a headcanon as much as "I will kidnap sdc and hold him hostage until he releases the Valiana POV chapter from when Aline is killed until the Trial cause my girl must have been Going Through It and I need to know someone was there for her please" there was a time she made Aline her entire reason for living she must have been fucking devastated when Aline died but unlike Falcio, she couldn't allow herself to go apeshit for so many reasons.

part of me says she's bi/aspec cause I'm bi/aspec and I say so. I do know she had a huge crush on dari. the nonsense with pastien (FUCK that guy) sets her back a ways in the whole "exploration of sexuality" department, as she intentionally distances herself from any kind of attraction or romantic feelings for fear of being betrayed again.

Adorasia means she's suffering from some level of mental fatigue constantly.

stimming helps. she stims cause i stim and i say so. but she can't let herself do it much in front of people cause everyone knows shes mad and is looking for the slightest excuse to declare her incompetent.

She gets lots of unflattering nicknames. Madwoman, Crazy Bitch, The Stark-Raving Duchess of Rijou.

But she's not the queen's iron for nothing and never gives them a goddamn inch.

also do you ever wonder if her title as The Queen's Iron was intentionally a contrast to the Iron Duke of DeMaris? cause I do.

I've never thought of her as a cat person before, but in knight's shadow her love language seems to be "you're in distress so i'm going to come over here and be quiet and just sit next to you" and that is very cat like.

her and darriana never stop being an absolute force of nature when they're together. They're similar enough to share a braincell in most matters but different enough in method of execution to balance each other out. sometimes they have "girls nights out" which sometimes involve getting wine drunk and complaining about everyone else and sometimes involve masked vigilante justice.

In a modern au her superpower is deciding to pick up a new hobby and proceeding to follow through actually excel at that hobby in the long term. my half-finished abandoned sewing projects hate her

so, yeah!

that's what i have darling and thank you so much for this ask, that was very fun to have an excuse to write this all out. I might think of more stuff later but honestly I have Things To Do Today and have to get going. cheers!

#the greatcoats #greatcoats series #valiana val mond #greatcoats spoilers #traitor's blade #tyrant's throne #saint's blood #knight's shadow

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featherssideblog · 2 years

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Feathers Reacts: Motorcity - Episode 15 (16) - Julie and the Amazons

There are days where I think to myself, "I'm probably somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum, but I guess there's no need to label myself, though in the past I've identified as bi - and what even is attraction anyways??" blah blah blah.

And then there are days where I melt into a puddle over a cartoon lady with a smoky voice. Send help.

Anyway, here's Julie, here's some Amazons, here's a record of feathers getting ruffled - pun intended.

Episode 15 (16) Thoughts

Welp, somebody is trying to start a gang war! We've got the Duke, the Skylarks, and the Weekend Warriors at the very least. The Skylarks seem reasonable, so I bet they could be convinced of the Burners' innocence. I have no idea about the Weekend Warriors, and the Duke is utterly unpredictable.

Julie is facing down the real challenge - merging your friend groups.

Julie, about Claire: She already feels like she doesn't fit in around here. I want her to feel included. Texas: Whaddya think I was trying to do, LISA?? Yeah, that checks out. I'm afraid Texas's idea of fun is incompatible with Claire's. To be fair, it's incompatible with most people's idea of fun 80% of the time.

Oh look at Claire's reaction to the slow-mo hair swish! <3

AHAHAHA ROCK MIKE IS BEAUTIFUL

. . . Foxy is 100% flirting with Claire, and Claire is interested. I'm barely reaching for subtext here, this is text.

Sidenote: Foxy got a cherry smoothie to match Claire's order.

Julie, is that jealousy?? Ma'am, my eyes are wide open.

Oh, now we've skipped straight to moping. Pull yourself together, Jules! Mike "Mom Friend" Chilton has taken notice.

The Duke's vocal idiosyncrasies bring me such joy - "Hwell then!"

Out of curiosity I googled selenium sulfate, and while that compound does not appear to exist, selenium sulfide is used in shampoos as a funngicide apparently? And PubChem says there's no flash point data, but it's probably combustible.

Infiltration! Wahoo! Julie would normally be aces at this if she wasn't emotionally compromised by Claire possibly liking Foxy better than her. :)

Texas without the baseball cap and in a suit actually looks pretty undercover to me! So long as he doesn't open his mouth . . .

Texas: Hey guys! Who's that? Is it Texas - no way! It's a totally super cool spy ninja! Mike, to Chuck and Dutch: Aw really?? YOu guys encouraged this? Dutch, to Chuck: Told you he wouldn't go for it. Mike: We have twenty four hours and this is how you want to spend our time? Texas: YES. YES IT IS. :D Dutch: You know he's just gonna keep going until you let him try. Mike: *exasperated groaning*

Why is Foxy's voice like that. I can't deal with this. What is going on. What is going on. Ahhhhh

Oh look at this frame, I love this. Foxy and Julie are definitely arguing about whether or not Julie can join the Amazons. No, this isn't about Claire at all. What are you talking about?

Foxy: Alright. But when you lose - and you will - you're gone, got it? HAHAHAHAHA I AM HAVING A TOTALLY NORMAL RESPONSE HERE, WHAT IS GOING ON

Okay, Texas nearly had me crying tears of laughter as he yelled every word of Chuck's panicked instructions into the face of that freaked out Skylark. XD

Weekend Warrior Texas is too close to normal Texas to be a good disguise, I think.

Claire is crushing hard on Foxy. (same?? I think??)

Claire: Why should I believe you??? You lie to people every day! Oh jeez, straight to the heart (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

Claire: You didn't used to dress like that or talk about cars! Then you met Mike and . . . everything changed. SUBTEXT ALERT SUBTEXT ALERT SUBTEXT ALERT

And it was the Duke who framed the Burners all along! I should have known.

It's purely because the Duke felt jealous of the attention the Burners were getting?? He's a cat, essentially.

Mike just chased the Duke up the stairs, and upon reaching his throne the Duke sat down and tried to act like nothing was wrong. Have I mentioned that I love the Duke?

"Private Rat Trap" is probably not the alter-ego that Texas hoped he'd end up with.

Well, well, well. Claire was able to convince Foxy to help. But at the end of the day, Claire is riding home with Julie. :)

Concluding Thoughts:

Listen. Listen. It's not Foxy's character design. It's her voice, and the things she says with it. I feel like one of those Ghibli characters whose lineart suddenly has short wavelength impulses running along the perimeter of their body. Gah.

ANYWAYS I'm glad Julie and Claire made up. But Julie, dear, I think your attempts to merge your friend group are at least 50% doomed - Claire is a very different person from Texas, with almost no overlapping interests, and Chuck is currently incapable of functioning like a normal human being around her and that probably makes her uncomfortable. On the other hand, Mike is one of the friendliest people on the planet, so at least there's that.

Speaking of Chuck and his crush on Claire: 1. Much as I love you, buddy, learn to take a hint. 2. See step one. 3. Please watch Claire interact with Julie for five minutes, and I think some things will be clarified.

#motorcity #julie kane #claire motorcity #foxy motorcity #the duke of detroit #julie x claire #should i be tagging this with a specific ship name??#nevermind i found it #clulie

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