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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hi! I'm nervous this is my first requests and you have already so many Minhoxreader so if you don't want to don't do it! but I was wondering if you could do a scenario with a more calm, mother like reader rather than the usual spice and fighting one? (Although those are really good too!) where Minho has a big crush and the others like to tease bc reader is dense. I really like how you portray everyone so thank you so much in advance! Hope you have a great day 💕

I am honoured to be your first request- don't be nervous, I will try my best to give you what you want :))

With some recent attempts, I am realising that I clearly have a character type that I write lol, so these type of asks allow me to add some variety.

Also, I am assuming that this is fem!reader because you used the word "mother" instead of "parent", though if I'm wrong let me know and I will change this to be a gender neutral reader.

BLIND EYE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Fem!Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. More movie based.

You were the first Glader to arrive in the Maze, and the only girl. With the help of Alby and Newt, you run the Glade. You take your job seriously and are the mother-figure of the Maze. Though, your business has led to complete oblivion on your end, especially when it comes to the Keeper of the Runners- who is desperately trying to get your attention.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, mild thirsting/simping from Minho, teenagers attempting to flirt.

You have the entire Glade under your thumb.

It wasn't by choice, more like circumstance above anything else, but you rose to the role.

The first month in the Glade was surreal. You didn't know anything; where you were, who you were, why you were there. It was just you and a dumb dog- you'd named the dog Buddy, but the future Gladers prefer to call him Bark.

Back then, the Glade was nothing more than an empty field. You left the safety on the first day, only to chicken out when you heard growling somewhere in the depths of the walls.

Fuck that.

You jumped out of your skin the first time the Doors closed. You thought at first you were trapped inside, but you quickly learnt that the Doors are your friends. They're keeping the Grievers out.

After a couple of days of laying in the grass and playing fetch, you ventured out again. And again. And again. You spent your nights building some, admittedly not very stable, structures after it rained one night, and the trees in the Deadhead didn't make for great shelter.

You'd figured out pretty quickly that this was a strange and elaborate punishment for one person. Maybe it was a dumb hope, but you woke up everyday, for thirty days, praying someone else would join you. Sure, you felt selfish, but you didn't want to live in fear in isolation anymore.

But you would, you could have- if you had to.

You learny in that long month, that you're a strong person- level headed, calm and smart.

But still when Alby popped up in the Glade, you were thrilled that you weren't on your own anymore, even if you were stuck with a panicked teenage boy.

Then Nick. Then Newt. Then Minho. Then Zart. Wiston. Gally. Jeff. Clint.

Boy, after boy came up and the dawning feeling that you were left in a sea of testosterone wasn't a problem you'd anticipated. Not only that- you were the captain of it. Of course, doing this on your own isn't an easy task, so, you enlisted Alby as your co-leader. And Newt as your second-in-command after you lost Nick.

The first year was rough. It took you forever to sort out roles and rules and how the place should be ran, but it took more trail and error than you wanted.

But eventually, with more boys and will power and all the time in the world, the Glade became a fully functioning mini-civilisation.

All because of you. And Alby, but mainly you.

He's a nice foil to you- sometimes aggressive, physically intimidating and willing to hurt people when necessary. He's not scared to enforce the consequences of breaking the rules.

By comparison, you come across as a more of a mother figure- nurturing and collected, helping Gladers with their problems and making sure things run smoothly.

You hand picked the Keepers yourself. Some more obvious than others, but your best decision by far was making Minho Keeper of the Runners.

He's perfect for the job. In the early days, you were in charge of the Maze- you had the most experience with it, after all. But Minho far exceeded your skills- fast, smart, observant and strong. He shows promise where the other Gladers lack it.

He's also the only Keeper you let pick his men. Anyone can garden or slaughter animals if they're up for it; you just dictate what they're best at. After all, you can do it all- you had to when you were on your own.

But Minho is better than you at Running. And you can see that, so why should you or Alby say otherwise?

Obviously, you get the final call. But you very rarely question his judgement. Even arguing and shutting down Alby when he does.

Maybe that's why Minho likes you. You hold him highly and with more respect than most. Obviously, it's not exactly unheard of for Gladers to have crushes on you. Minho is no different.

Well, except he kind of is.

Normally, the crushes die as fast as they start when they realise that you're busy and emotionally unavailable. But not Minho.

He's always been attracted to you- your stability and skills. You juxtapose his reckless actions and quick thinking with your deep consideration and calming atmosphere.

He'd watched boy after boy fail to impress you, when you're so naturally impressed by him that he doesn't even need to do anything. You respect him for what he does, and the feeling is mutual.

Though, you're a bit dense.

It's probably because you're always getting hit on, or maybe you're used to Minho's naturally flirty personality, but no matter how hard he tries to hint at something more, you remain oblivious.

In fact, you are the only person that has failed to notice that he's completely smitten with you.

"Earth to Minho," Newt clicks his fingers in front of his friends face, "anybody home?" Him, Minho, and Ben sit at one of the makeshift dining tables, all in a row.

Minho swats his hand away. "Shuck off, man."

"You could always just tell her, yanno, instead of staring at her like some kinda freak."

"Yeah," Ben chuckles, "and we need some entertainment- watching you get rejected could definitely provide that."

Newt leans around Minho to punch the boy in the arm. "Shut your bloody mouth, shank."

"What? She rejects everyone."

"Yeah, but she likes Minho."

"She does?" Minho sparks up, looking at Newt and raising an eyebrow.

"Well, not like-likes, I mean she might, but I just mean that she respects ya- you guys, yanno, get along, init."

Minho pulls his lips into a thin line. "Great, thanks, Newt- real eye-opening."

"Well, I'm just sayin'. If anyone has a shot with her, it's you, mate."

"What are you shanks talking about?" Minho just about jumps out of his skin when you approach. He didn't even see you leave his sight because he was too distracted by the conversation to even realise you'd snuck up behind them.

"Oh, uh, nothing," he tries to play it off.

"We were talking about you, actually," Minho shoots Ben a stern glare, only to get a wink in response.

"Oh, yeah?" Your tone is playfully and unassuming. "I'm nothing, am I?"

"No, that's not what-"

"Have you guys even eaten yet?" You blink at the empty table in front of them, immediately distracting yourself from whatever they were saying.

"Uh, no," Newt clears his throat, "we were waiting for the queue to die down a bit. But-"

"Well, I'll get you guys something to eat," you put your hands on Minho's shoulders, making him jump as Newt and Ben exchange a knowing look. "Can't have my best Runner going hungry now, can I?"

He looks up at you like you're the stars and the world combined. Like an old stray dog admiring it's owner whose given him everything and nothing could ever compare to what he's witnessing. You're so close and warm and your goal is always to support him. And the other Gladers of course, but he desperately wants to believe that it's him above all else.

And you haven't fucking noticed.

Again.

You walk away, making your way over to Frypan's Station and ignoring his complaints as you slip behind the counter, taking your time to make the dishes yourself.

"Dude," Newt scoffs. He's never been more entertained than watching Minho watch you. It's like seeing a whole other side to his friend. "You're shucked."

With Newt's, and Ben's (but mainly Newt's) advice, Minho had decided to pick up to hintsa and flirting. Except despite being naturally quick and witty, you make him nervous and stuttery.

And you're still oblivious.

"Hey, (Y/N), you look good today."

"Oh, thanks, Minho. Someone's in a good mood today."

But he keeps trying.

"Hey, do you wanna eat together later- feels like I barely see you."

"Oh, yeah, that'd be great; I'll get Alby to join us- we can discuss your progress on the Maze."

And again.

"New Greenie up today, you reckon you'll be able to take a break from baby sitting to have a drink with me?"

"Oh, yeah, maybe. If I'm not too busy. Oh! It might be a smart idea for you to tell the Greenies about the Maze- might help them understand a bit more- good idea!"

And again.

"Yo, Newt said you got some new clothes from the Box, haven't seen you in them yet- I bet you'll look great, as always."

"Pfft, shut up, man- they'll be the same as all the rags I normally wear."

And again.

"You know, I'm so happy to have you as a Leader. You're incredible at it; Alby should think himself lucky to have you helping him make choices."

"I'm only doing my job, the same as everyone here. You don't have to praise me for that."

And- well, you get the picture.

It's been months. Literally, months since he decided to up his game, and he's about to start ripping his hair out.

So, after returning from the Maze one night, he's had enough. He doesn't even bother going to the Map Room. He immediately asks where you are and marches over to your hut.

The knocking at your door startles you. You were simply changing your shirt after an incident helping the Slicers.

"Hey, (Y/N)? You in there?"

"Minho?" You pull your shirt over your head and grab the door in a hurry, opening it. "Is everything okay? Shouldn't you be-?"

"I need to talk to you," he blurts out, stunning you slightly.

"Right, okay. Yeah, of course, come in." You step aside and he he pulls his lips into a thin line, internally attempting to psyche himself up for what he's about to do.

He slips past you and you speak. "Do you want me to shut the door, so we can talk in private?"

"Uh, yeah, please."

"Okay," you nod, shutting it behind you and turning to face him. "What's going on?"

"I don't- shuck, okay, I just- I mean-"

Concern dances across your face, stepping towards him at his flustered state. "Is everything okay? You seem stressed; you know you can tell me anything, Minho. That's what I'm here for. Has something-?"

"I like you!" He snaps, throwing his hands up.

You blink, confused. "I, uh, like you, too? I mean, you're one of our best and you're very important here."

"No!" He groans, hands flying to his hair in frustration before he calms himself. "I don't mean... I mean I like-like you, like as in I think I might even be in love with you. A-and I've been trying for so long to hint at it, but you just- either you're ignoring it or you genuinely haven't noticed- but I have to know, okay? You can reject me and things can go back to normal, but I can't go on like this."

You stand in shock.

Okay, so, you may or may not have also developed a crush on him. Your higher affections towards him haven't been because you just thought he was great at his job, but because you do have stronger feelings towards him.

You're just busy and have created these rules for yourself to not date anyone. And since Minho has never flat out said it like most boys confessed to you- you have genuinely remained oblivious.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Minho asks, pulling you out of your trance. "Shuck, you're not saying anything. Shit. I'm sorry, let's uh, let's just forget this ever happened and-"

You step forward, catching him off-guard as he turns to face you more. "You like me?" Your voice is soft and almost gleeful as his eyes flicker to your lips.

He sighs. "Of course, I do. How could I not?"

You hover in front of him, feeling nervous for the first time since you came up in the Box. Your noses brush for a second before you have the courage to move in.

Pushing your lips against his, he kisses back immediately, his hands coming to your waist, pushing in the years of feelings he's been tormented with.

After a few seconds, you break.

"Take it you like me, too, then?"

You smile at him, giving a small smile before kissing him again.

Back again with more Minho whilst fighting through my illness. I've got a break off of work coming up so I should be able to write some more, so expect some more requests.

Hope you enjoyed :))

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foli-vora · 1 year

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Female reader! With Frankie Morales.

Prompt 25, 34, 49, 55, 60, 70. (Maybe not all just the ones you see fit)

So I was thinking reader is a very smart, resourceful woman who has been through a lot and because of that she’s also very cold and keeps to herself, but Frankie is completely in love with her (some angst maybe because we all love it🤭) and then she decides to just have a night with him (maybe a lil explicit😏) and he confesses but she rejects him because they’re going to get that money and doesn’t want feelings in between (break my heart completely please).

Hope you like it even though it may be too much 😅 congrats on the 3k again!!!

Hello, sweet angel! Thank you so much for sending in your request! I didn't include #34 ("Why are you so cold?") because , try as I might, I just didn't feel like it fit anywhere as I was writing it - I hope that's okay! Thank you again, my sweet, I hope you enjoy!

cold to the touch

frankie morales x f!reader

word count: just over 3.1k warnings: angsty-angst, swearing, mentions of guns, heartbreak, SMUT 18+ ONLY: fingering, unprotected p in v, brief use of saliva as lube

It’s a knock on the door that brings you out of the haze that had filled your mind, eyes lost and almost in a trance as rain hits the window of the shitty motel room. Your gaze darts to your door, the cool steel of your handgun braced between tight fingers as you stand and peer through the peephole.

The familiar form of Francisco is blurred through the small lens, but your heart calms at the sight of him, and you open the door for him to step through without a word before returning to your previous seat on the bed, a small collection of your chosen weapons set out over the bedspread.

He gives a small smile as he enters, hat briefly coming off for his hand to run anxiously through his flattened hair. The door shuts softly behind him, and you watch him shift from your peripheral as you pluck at the guns and go about cleaning them.

He clearly has no interest in speaking first, so you do the honours and fix him with an expectant stare, sighing sharply through your nose.

“Can I help you, Catfish?”

It’s brief, but you catch the twitch of his expression at the name. You’d lost count of the amount of times he would merely murmur Frankie, wishing you would see him as something more than just a member of Santi’s team.

You weren’t as close with the others as he is. Your tie is Pope, after working with him on and off for the last few years and becoming fast friends. You had no bad blood with the other men, seeing them occasionally whenever visiting Santiago and getting along just fine. You’d taken a shine to the younger Miller sibling and his rambunctious ways, but you weren’t family to them.

Not in the way Francisco was.

“Just coming to see how you are,” he finally mutters, tongue running along his lips as he slides his hat back on. “Haven’t gotten the chance to talk a whole lot, what with everything going on and everyone being around.”

You’d seen him the most out of Santi’s group of brothers over time. There’d been an instant connection of sorts the day Pope had introduced you, the sparks that shot up your arm when you shook Francisco’s hand telling you there was definitely a fierce attraction.

He was handsome, smart, kind, fiercely loyal and protective—what wasn’t there to like? You’d kept it close, though, simply not interested in forming any sort of relationship with anyone, especially not Santi’s best friend.

Your private work took you all over the world, and it was often dangerous… it didn’t make sense to make roots anywhere, only to leave and potentially not return.

Picket fences just aren’t your thing.

You shrug, eyes falling back to cleaning cloth in your hand.

“‘m fine,” you reply shortly. “Heard you got a baby now—congrats.”

There’s very little sincerity in your tone, and you think he picks up on it immediately, though he doesn’t make a show of it so you’re not completely sure. You swifty reassemble the rifle with a few loud clicks in the starkly quiet room and stand to return it to its case.

Santi had mentioned the little bundle of joy around eight months ago, when the pregnancy was half way through, throwing in the long expected break up of Francisco and his girlfriend as if it would matter to you. They remained amicable, he had said, for the baby.

What do you care?

He gives a quiet thanks, the noticeable shuffle of his boots along the rough worn carpet catching your attention. You eye him over your shoulder, exhaling quietly and straightening after clipping the heavy duty case shut.

“Why are you here, Catfish?”

“Don’t call me that,” he insists quietly, shoulders bunching almost nervously as he digs his hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans. “I’ve told you—Frankie is fine.”

You turn and lean back on the small tattered table, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and looking blankly at him. What’s his play here? Surely he wasn’t here to just catch up?

You’re not stupid, you’ve known he’s had feelings for you for a while, but you’ve never acted on anything, ignoring Santi’s not so gentle pushing to pursue something with his friend.

It’s not for you.

Haven’t you made it clear enough by declining his drink invitations? Admitting freely you have no interest in relationships whenever the subject is brought up with the guys?

“I just wanted to talk.”

You’re already shaking your head before he finishes, pushing yourself off the table and striding up to him. Your head tilts, gaze darting along his features for a clue as to his agenda. He gives nothing away, the walls of defence clearly high behind his eyes.

“That’s not all you’re here for, Francisco.”

An emotion passes across his face, too quickly for you to catch, but you don’t miss the way his eyes fall almost automatically to your lips before returning to your eyes.

Ah.

He’s here for that.

A rejection is already building on your tongue, intent on turning him right around and seeing him out of your room so you can continue to prepare for tomorrow, but you can’t deny the small flames starting to build in your core at the mere thought of spending a night with him.

You’d always been curious about him. How could you not? He sure looked like someone who knew their way around, and your strong attraction to him didn’t help ease your curiosity at all. One night wouldn’t matter. It would just be sex, a release before the big day.

He takes a step closer, clearly emboldened by the way your own eyes look at his mouth in interest, and you try not to react to the warm, calloused hand that cups your cheek softly.

You wait, hanging for the immediate press of his lips, but nothing comes, and your heart starts to thud heavily in your chest. It feels like he’s looking right through you, eyes searching the depth of yours as he lingers mere inches away. You don’t like it. It feels like he can see all of you, and it’s not a feeling you enjoy.

His thumb brushes over the plush peaks of your lips, and they part automatically under the soft touch.

“Can I kiss you?”

A gentleman.

Your heart drums against your ribs, quickening with every second that passes. You hear your pulse in your ears, feel the way blood wildly rushes through your system.

Swallowing, your eyes harden and flicker up to meet his, your mind almost desperate to hide your unexpectedly strong reaction to his simple touch.

“Make it worth my while, Francisco.”

He consumes you.

His mouth is hot and searching, tongue immediately pushing through your parted lips and sliding along yours, dominating your mouth and leaving little room for you to fight for control. You knock the hat from his head as you curl your fingers in his short waves, tangling in the dark strands and tugging sharply.

It’s something he obviously likes, exhaling sharply into your mouth and grabbing desperately at your waist. His fingers tug at your comfy tee, ripping the soft cotton off your frame and palms sliding roughly up the bare skin of your back. Your chest presses into his rain soaked shirt, nipples hardening from the cold clinging to his clothing and the drag of the fabric.

You barely feel the dismantled guns digging into your back when he pushes you onto the bed, his fingers already working your shorts down your legs and forcing his way between them. His mouth doesn’t part from yours until his fingers search for your core, slipping up the inside of your thighs and running gently over your folds.

It’s hard not to shake at the touch, to break away from his mouth to catch your breath as they focus in on your clit, circling methodically over the swollen nerve and bringing your hips into a steady roll against his hand.

He continues his search of you, index finger probing at your entrance, gathering the building arousal sitting there before pushing in and curling softly within you, another finger quickly following.

“Shit,” you exhale shakily, feeling him push deeply into you and start to thrust them slowly, each time curving to reach your g-spot and quickly building an intense pressure in the pit of your stomach.

Definitely knows what he’s doing.

It’s intense, the stretch of his fingers working you open and leisurely bringing you closer to an unexpected edge with every focused press on the spot behind your clit. It’s never been like this for you, this easy, often saddled with men who either don’t believe in the clit or g-spot's existence or think a couple of rubs over your labia is enough to set you off.

His thumb pressing on your clit has you whining into the cool air of your room, the extra stimulation mixing with the bliss of his patient fingers working away in your cunt and you’re done. He doesn’t let up, intent to work you through your climax as it overcomes you, groaning into the skin of your throat when he feels your hot muscles flutter around him.

He drags his fingers from you and shamelessly slides them into his mouth, something wicked in his gaze as it locks with your own.

You get impatient. You reach for his fly, deftly releasing the button and shoving at the waistband of his jeans down until you can free his stiff cock, wrapping your fingers around the hardened flesh and giving it a teasing stroke. You shuffle back on the bed, desperately pulling at his hips until he falls into you, his cock pressing into the mess he’d previously made of you.

“Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Shut up and give it to me, Catfish—I don’t have all night.” You say it with a flirty curl of the lips and he gives a half grin in return, leaning up to rest on his knees as he tears at the buttons on his shirt.

It’s not long before he cages you against the mattress with his arms beside your head, sinking his hips lower for you to guide him towards your weeping entrance.

“Do you want me to wea—”

“Shh,” you hiss, working the head of his cock along your slit before lining him up and lifting your hips to coax him into your warmth, “I’m clean, I’ve got the rod… just—god, please—”

“Impatient,” he mutters against your mouth, his exhale blowing across your lips as he finishes what you started, sliding forward until he fills you completely with a low groan.

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, the stiff feel of him rubbing against your walls and nudging almost painfully at your cervix.

It feels good, he feels good. So fucking good.

“Come on,” you groan, eyes fluttering and thighs opening impossibly wider in invitation.

He fucking delivers.

You’re sure he’ll feel the marks you scratch into his back for days to come, even weeks, as he starts to move in earnest, pulling away only to slam back into you and steal the breath right from your lungs, You cling to him, rock your hips to meet each and every thrust until your thighs start to shake.

He’s talking against your skin, voice low and hoarse as he rambles about how much he’s wanted this, how long he’s waited, how incredible you feel and how crazy you drive him.

It goes in one ear and out the other, your mind too caught up on the way he takes you apart, hammering so fucking hard into you you’re sure you’ll still feel him tomorrow.

It’s both not enough and too much.

You don’t hear the words that fall from your lips. You’re not aware of the noises he practically tears out of you. You don’t know if you’re pushing him away or pulling him closer, all you know is that the pressure he’s building within you just needs that little bit more, that extra little push to send you completely over.

He must know.

His hands lock around your thighs and hurl you closer, his own thighs coming to sit comfortably under yours as he continues to hammer into you.

You watch through hooded eyes as he swipes his thumb across his lips, gathering saliva on the rough pad of it before rubbing it firmly over your clit, circling, circling, until it’s right there, you’re right there—

“Fuck, Frankie!”

He follows you only a moments later, weak to the way you feel coming undone around his cock and screaming the name he’s been asking you to call him for years.

He falls into you, blessing you with the relief of his thumb coming away from your oversensitive nerve as he braces his hands back on the bed and continues to pump into you, milking his climax for all it’s worth and filling you with his hot cum.

You lay staring at the ceiling, body on a high as your heart threatens to burst through your chest. You tremble from him, thighs aching as they hang loosely beside his hips. He pulls away after taking a moment to catch his breath, carefully pulling himself away and dragging his softening cock from your tender cunt.

It takes a small while for you to roll onto your side and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, but when you do, you take a small steadying breath and will your heart to just calm the fuck down.

There’s a small space between you, his hand running through his hair to brush the stray, sweat soaked strands from where they cling to his forehead.

“I didn’t—” he starts, pausing to heave a deep breath, “I didn’t come here just for that.”

You stay quiet, keeping him in along the edges of your line of sight as you stare blankly at the motel door. You watch him shift, watch how he runs his palms anxiously up and down his thighs, taking comfort in the way the denim rubs along his skin.

He doesn’t seem in a rush to tuck his cock back into their tight confines, the soft skin glistening from the shitty warm lamp lighting the room.

“I’ve been wanting to… to tell you something.”

Swallowing, you run your tongue along your suddenly dry lips and nod slowly, “Okay.”

You know where this is going. You just fucking know. It was a mistake to let it get this far, you should’ve turned his ass around the second he stepped over the threshold.

A part of you still remains curious though, maybe a small, hidden part of you wants to know you’re not the only one stuck with a crush and not knowing what the fuck to do with it.

“I have feelings for you, have done for… fuck, ages,” he sighs, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees and running a tired hand over his face. “I should’ve said something earlier. I wanted to, but I just… couldn’t.”

“Oh.”

You can think of nothing else to say.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he continues, his voice taking on a much quieter, almost nervous tone, “and I’m fucking terrified, to be honest.”

Silence follows his words and, quite frankly, it’s uncomfortable.

Seconds trickle into minutes, the minutes start to drag on, and the longer you stay quiet, the more unpleasant the air between you becomes. You shift, suddenly very aware of how cold the room is and realising that you’re still naked.

You reach for your discarded shirt and slip it on, standing from the bed and ignoring the way his cum feels pooling at your tender entrance and seeping down your thigh. You feel restless, almost tempted to start pacing the length of the room to work out some of the tension growing along your shoulders.

This had been a bad idea. Shit.

“Will you say something, please?” he finally asks, downtrodden eyes looking up at you with a shine of hope. “Do… do you feel the same?”

You stand still, fingers unconsciously plucking and twisting at the low hem of your shirt as you think.

Do you feel the same? You feel… something, but you’ve never bothered to put a label on it. You like the man, have done since the beginning, but it was nothing you wanted to act on. You have a life, a busy job—there was nothing you could give him. There was no room for him in your life.

“Look, I… I don’t have an answer for you,” you finally reply, swallowing the uncomfortable dryness building in the back of your throat as the pain starts to leak into his gaze. “I’m not interested in relationships, Francisco—I never have been. I’m not interested in that at all, not even with you.”

Too harsh? Maybe.

The words hang between you and the discomfort grows. His lips press into a firm line and he gives a slow nod, his eyes finally falling to the floor and tracing the questionable stains worked into the carpet. You feel like you can breathe again.

“You should go,” you mutter firmly after another beat of silence, “I’m sorry you wasted your time here.”

He clears his throat quietly and stands, turning his back towards you as he tucks himself back in his jeans and reaches for his shirt. You see the walls of defence have seemingly been built again, and a pang of guilt pulls at your gut for being the cause of it.

Maybe in another life you would’ve jumped at his words. A life where you had options, had the freedom to. A life where you felt as if something was missing, that it could maybe be filled with picket fences and bottles and someone to sleep next to every night.

But it wasn’t another life. It was this life, and it simply didn’t link up with his.

“It hurts more than I was expecting,” he mutters hoarsely, bending to swipe his hat from the floor before heaving a low sigh.

“What does?”

He looks at you from the side, hat pinched between his fingers, “Loving someone who doesn’t love you back.”

And then he’s gone, and you say nothing to stop him.

You watch the door shut softly, the click of the lock somehow deafening in your ears.

Warmth rests on your cheek, and when you raise your fingers to brush it away, you’re surprised to find tears smeared over your fingertips.

You watch as you rub it further over your skin, studying the way the liquid shines in the light and then you shake your head, wiping the other stray tears away before turning back towards your weapons and continuing on as if nothing had happened.

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vienna-salvatori · 6 months

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It's been 10 years since 1x07- The Hub first broadcast (Nov 12 2013)

So, in honour of an episode that's been playing on repeat in my head for a decade...

Here's my theory on what's actually going on with Victoria Hand, and why she's actually a paranoid-but-clever strategist, not as petty and incompetent as she comes across as.

Ah, series 1. Those were the days. The HYDRA reveal hadn't happened yet. Everyone was happy! They trusted each other, mostly! Sure, Skye's allegiances were questionable, but they got over that eventually. May might've had that whole "secret line to Fury" thing, but they sorted that too. Coulson might've had his head messed with, but it's not like that caused serious problems with his judgement until series 2.

... that we know of.

Here's a couple facts: 1) The team are running worldwide missions. Despite this, in one season, they end up passing through The Hub on three separate occasions (The Hub, The Magical Place (I think), and Turn, Turn, Turn/the finale arc.) It's clearly a bit of a, well, hub, for SHIELD activity, and sees a lot of people coming in and out. 2) It's unclear exactly how long Hand has been in charge of the Hub, but we know from s7 that she's been in SHIELD a while. There's nothing in series 1 to suggest that her command of The Hub is a recent promotion. Coulson, meanwhile, was recruited by Fury just out of high school. He's been in the field for decades by this point.

and-

3) When Coulson first meets Victoria Hand in 1x07, he claims to know her only by reputation.

Yeah, no.

I think it's highly unlikely that he's never crossed paths with Victoria Hand before. They might not know each other well- I, personally, think it's best if they do, but YMMV- but I cannot envision a scenario where the two haven't run operations together before.

My assumption, then: they did know each other. Coulson's had his head messed with, though, and he's forgotten all about it.

From Hand's perspective: that dude she really doesn't like has just shown up. He was supposed to be dead, but whatever, they work for SHIELD, shit happens sometimes. That said, he's got the strangest team she's ever seen- Melinda May back in the field, two sci-tech kids who didn't even pass their field exams, John Garrett's antisocial protege, and an enemy agent. (We, the audience, know that Skye is clear, but Hand has no reason to think anything but the worst of her.) He's also pretending that this is the first time they've ever met, for some reason.

... Maybe it's a weird prank.

She decides not to engage with it, because she has a lot of very important work to do and she doesn't really want to deal with any of That Bullshit. Except, Coulson's acting really differently to how he did before- I don't think it's very controversial to say that pre-Avengers Coulson and AoS!Coulson are two very different people. Melinda May- who she knows is one of his closest friends- is... not calling it out, for some reason. Also, he does have a history of recruiting wildcard agents, but usually he follows protocol once they're in. This random kid he found in a van is just wandering around poking her head into things, and Coulson isn't stopping her even though that is against the system. Hand might not like Coulson, but she knows that he does his paperwork and follows the rules. He'll bend them completely out of shape, but he won't break them outright without very good reason. Or at least, he used to do that.

The whole situation is alarming on so many levels. So... she decides to test him- the stupidest, most obvious test that Phil Coulson- who has always been pedantic about the safety of his people- will catch instantly.

She'll "forget" to file the extraction plan.

He'll spot it, of course. He'll spot it instantly, and she'll roll her eyes and file the paperwork she's already filled out. She'll say that this is why they have procedures and it's important to follow them, not just turn up in someone's airspace with a team that makes no sense and ignore all rules and protocol.

Except, Phil Coulson does not notice. It takes his team members breaking protocol in front of of all of them for him to spot a problem in the mission paperwork she physically placed into his hands.

And that? That is not Phil Coulson. She might not like Phil Coulson, but she does know him, and he always looks out for his agents. That's not Coulson, and May is playing along with the imposter for some reason, even when she knows him even better than Hand does.

In the end, she just lets it all play out, because this is so far off what she expected she honestly wants to know how far it reaches.

If she tries to chase up Coulson's file afterwards, she'll hit the (canonically very weird) firewalls and restrictions around TAHITI protocol. If she tries to report the oddities to Fury or Hill, they'll brush her off- again, TAHITI protocol. There's something wrong with that dude and no one in her agency is taking her seriously.

So. Once the HYDRA reveal happens, and she starts looking for moles? Well, there's one really obvious place where standard SHIELD protocol is failing. The issue stretches to some pretty high levels, too- this isn't just baby-agent incompetence. That probably means Coulson's HYDRA. May must be too, if she's covering for him. Skye is, still, basically an enemy agent, Hand won't lose sleep over her. I have... thoughts... about the fact that Hand outright tries to shoot John Garrett out of the sky despite, or because of, their working history, but she's definitely suspicious of him, too. Ward is his agent and likely to follow his lead- when the Twist happens, Ward plays up how betrayed he is, and Hand buys it without question, which makes me think she did know they were pretty close. Simmons is already in the Hub, she can clear her separately.

Really, the only actual loss if she was to take that plane down would be Fitz.

Hand brings down the plane because she has legitimate reason to believe Coulson is an enemy agent, and so is the rest of his team. When she sends her people to storm the BUS, she wants Coulson alive, because he's probably the highest-ranking HYDRA member she can actually get her hands on. She wants some answers, damnit. The rest are acceptable losses if it comes to that.

#AoS #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#1x07 #aos 1x07 #1x07 the hub #Victoria Hand #Phil Coulson #SHIELD #HYDRA #vic has been my blorbo for like a decade now. that's insane to think about #I have entire AUs in my head to explain why she is the way she is #none of them are ever getting written but I like thinking about them #she's just. she's such a good character to rotate!!!#fourteen year old me had such a crush on her #twenty four year old me still has such a crush on her.#she's just so fun #she's a character on the side of the good guys who is only tenuously a 'good guy' herself and it makes her so delightful

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Broken Bones Fix Hearts (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

In honour of game day here is and Alexia fic. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!

The last few weeks had been hard. After Alexia broke up with you, you had found it difficult to not let it affect you at training. The girls on the team knew there was something wrong but you were sure they didn’t know what. You had both never explicitly come out to the team as a couple, you didn’t so much hide it but also had never confirmed it.

What the team could see was that the normally happy go lucky, attached at the hip nature of your twos relationship had changed. You no longer turned up to training together, you no longer partnered up in drills with one another and you didn’t constantly tease each other like you used too. What you did do was ignore each other’s presence and avoid one another as much as humanly possible.

The weeks break from games meant extra training, and extra training meant more time for the girls to get confused as to what in the hell happened to the two of you. Jenni had asked Alexia and got a very stern its none of her business in response, and Aitana had asked you only to receive a similar sentence of you don’t want to talk about it.

The main issue with this was when two of the co-captains didn’t get on the teams dynamic and flow was effected, and if the flow was effected then the games were effected. So far you had only had training since it happened but it was game day tomorrow and you were nervous.

Athletico Madrid were not an easy team to beat and they were a physical team, these were the games you least liked playing in. You were always so sure you were going to end up with bruises and you knew if the team were struggling with the dynamic that would only be worse. So that morning after your pre match coffee you made your mind up that you were going to talk to Alexia before the warm up and see if you could at least get out of this awkward funk.

With a plan in mind you made your way to meet the rest of the team and get on the coach ready to take you to the stadium.

You were slow to put on your boots, you knew Alexia liked to be last out. When you were dating you used to wait for her to get a good luck kiss before the game, you were no longer faced with that situation but a completely different one.

Jenni was the last to leave and as soon as she did you were calling your ex-lovers name. “Alexia, can we talk for a minute?” The woman froze in place but turned to face you fairly quickly.

“Si but quickly.” You could tell she knew what this was about but you were just grateful she was going to hear you out.

“We need to get to some sort of balance. The team is suffering because we are going through something and I hate that I’m letting my personal life effect my work, and I know you so I know you hate it too. Things happen and for some reason we didn’t work, but on that pitch we do. We did before and we will again today because we are stronger as a team.” You didn’t look away from the woman once, you wanted her to see you meant every word of what you were saying.

“We are. I’m sorry I’ve just been in my head and I shouldn’t have let that affect our professional relationship. Ready to go and kick some Athleti butt?” You smiled for the first time since she ended things. With a quick nod of your head you ran out of the changing rooms with the woman you still loved hot on your heels.

The match was brutal, you seemed to be on the floor more than standing so far and it had only been 30 minutes. You could see some of your teammates getting annoyed with the amount of fouls occurring and you could see Aitana and Alexia particularly getting pissed off when you were brought down time and time again.

You were baring down on goal, the ball just out in front of you. You could hear the sound of a defender running behind you but you knew you just needed one touch to get the ball out from under you so you could shoot. So you did just that, you touched the ball with the inside of your left foot to set up a right footed shot and as you powered your right boot through you felt the defender catch up with you.

Pain was all you could feel, you could hear the cheering of the crowd but you weren’t paying attention to that. Your head throbbed and your left ankle was burning with pain. Lying face down on the grass you couldn’t move, every little shift of your left leg caused worse pain to shoot through your ankle.

Alexia saw you go down straight away, she didn’t even watch your shot nestle perfectly in the bottom corner. She made it to you in seconds, you were prone and she could tell you were in pain. “Amor, can you turn over for me?”

“No Ale por favor, it hurts to move it.” you reached the hand not fisting the grass out towards the woman, she didn’t hesitate in taking it and giving you what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze.

The trainers had made it to you now and when Alexia went to stand up to move over slightly, you gripped her hand tighter. “I’m not going anywhere amor, just moving out the way a little. I’ve got you.”

The game was stopped, the ref called half time without playing the final minute of the extra added on. The trainers were not moving you and it was clear to see from their reaction and the fact that they were calling the ambulance and doctor crew that whatever had happened was serious. “Ale I need you to tell me what’s going on, I know my adrenaline is high right now so the pain is subdued a little bit but this quite is not helping.”

Alexia nodded, gave your hand a squeeze and then got up and walked to your left. You could briefly hear her whispering with the trainers and then you felt what you think must have been a blanket being slightly lifted up before you heard Alexia gasp. That was never a good sign.

When she came back into view she was visibly pale and had tears in her eyes. “What? Ale what’s going on?” you went to move but the woman got on her knees and held your face.

“No don’t move amor. You need to stay as still as you can okay. The doctors are coming. It’s not good okay I’m not going to lie to you, your ankle is in pretty bad shape but you are going to be okay. I promise you are going to be okay. I’m going to make sure you are okay, I’m going to make sure we are okay.” You didn’t know what to say to that, you could tell by the look in her eyes you didn’t want to know what was going on with your ankle right now.

When the doctors got there you were taken away from staring at Alexia by them asking you some questions. They were the normal how are you feeling ones until one of the doctors facial expressions got more sombre. “What can you feel of your left foot? Can you wiggle your toes?” This confused you, of course you could feel your foot. It was causing you immense pain, well it was.

“I, it doesn’t hurt.” You paused, the pain you felt when you went down had gone and you hadn’t noticed. “The pain was so bad, why can’t I feel it anymore.” You were panicking, everyone could see it.

“Calma amor. I’ve got you. Stay still for me okay. Look at me y/n, you are going to be okay and I’m not leaving your side.” You could feel the tears leaking out your eyes as you nodded for the woman, the doctors were moving you and before you knew it you were laying on a stretcher with your foot covered in a brace and blankets.

The next hour was a blur, you were taken in an ambulance to the nearest hospital where you were taken straight down for scans and now you found yourself in a room with Alexia running her fingers through your hair whilst you waited for the doctor to come and speak with you.

You hadn’t spoken yet about what this meant and if you were honest you didn’t want too, you didn’t want to do this on your own. Alexia’s presence calmed you down in every situation and right now you really needed that.

You were just slipping into a peaceful sleep when the doctor walked in. “Hey bebé wake up for a few minutes for me, the doctors here.” You blinked rapidly at her to wake yourself up, an action that brought a loving smile to Alexia’s lips. She couldn’t resist leaning down and pecking your lips once something that you knew was a reassuring action.

“Okay Miss y/l/n, your scans show you have broken your ankle bone as well as torn the ligaments and tissue surrounding the bone. As you can see from the x-rays there is nothing holding your ankle in place which is why you lost feeling and sensation in it. I would like to take you straight into the operating room and get your ankle stabilised and start work on rebuilding the support system around it.” You were shocked, you knew it was bad. The doctor had said it was not good when you walked in but to find out there wasn’t a lot holding your ankle to your body was terrifying. Alexia was squeezing your hand and pressing kisses to your hairline, whilst whispering anything reassuring she could think of.

“You are going to be okay. They are going to fix you up and we are going to get through this. I promise you I’m never leaving you side again bebé. I’m so sorry.” You just turned your head and pressed it as close to her neck as you could, it had always been your safe space.

You didn’t know what the future held for you, you didn’t know if you would ever kick a ball in a professional setting again. What you did know was you had Alexia by your side and that was all you needed.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

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chiefwritesbook · 3 months

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it's time for a writeblr (re)intro

(I swear I never know how to write these BUT)

My name is Chief. I publish under T.C. Smith and I write SFF with a sprinkle of romance & political drama. I have a cat and two birds (they do not get along). I published a book last year and it's vv exciting (link here or smth if you're curious). I should probably also add at this point that this is a side blog which means I cannot follow you back directly - I will instead follow back via my main blog @the-chiefster.

In terms of hobbies, I am a hobby collector, which largely means I have more hobbies than I know what to do with and far too much impulse not to buy crafting supplies despite not needing them. I do digital art which I mostly post on my main, and here are some arts of my blorbos to break up the undoubtedly long text wall.

I also like to make chainmail. This came as a surprise to myself when I discovered that I actually enjoy it because I have approximately zero patience and linking together individual rings together until it resembles jewellery doesn't seem like something I would enjoy, but alas. I'd post some pictures of my chainmail stuff but it's all on my phone and I have none photography skill so they all kinda suck anyway.

My third and final hobby of note is gaming, and my current hyperfixation just so happens to be Baldur's Gate 3. As of the time of writing I recently lost a 43 hour honour run to fkn Orin the Red of all bosses and to make things worse it was a completely preventable loss if I didn't get greedy with hits. I have a foot in many game fandoms but notable ones include Genshin Impact, Dishonored, and The Legend of Zelda.

Please also enjoy this perfect setup from my dead BG3 honour run where every single ghost in the sacrifice chamber lined up for Shadowheart's Turn Undead.

Anyway, about my actual writing - I will have a proper WIP intro for my main WIP at some point (linked here once I make it) and here is a master post for the worldbuilding in said WIP. If, however, you are like me and the ADHD brain won't let you sit through a bigass tumblr post without getting distracted, please enjoy the below tl;dr

SOTAL follows the story of Talin, an elven queen who inherited an entire war along with the kingdom she's ruling over and now has to sort through an entire court conspiracy, all while trying her hardest to make sure that her people don't all get eaten by angry demon werewolves. Tragically, despite her best efforts, she falls in love with her bodyguard (who is definitely not a werewolf btw) and ends up falling even deeper down the black hole of court conspiracy and generally doing her best to keep people in the kingdom alive. Some shit goes down, lots of murder happens, everyone comes away from it traumatised.

I have now run out of things to ramble about, so if you made it this far, congrats. Have a cookie 🍪. Also go follow my art main @the-chiefster if you want.

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Hi!

How are you?

You write about the Black Family, so I imagine you have already been asked about that, but: what it is about them that attracts your interest the most, you would say? Like, I've started Pietas not so long ago and I found your writing of those these families to be very interesting and nuanced. It's like... well, they might not be good people, but they are still human, I guess? (I felt like saying they aren't completely bad but I don't know. Would you say that?) It's really amazing how you do that. You give these characters a sort of humanity. You let them be complex. Was it important for you to write them like that? Why do you think that's important, and what attracts you to that type of characterization of them? You know they aren't always portrayed with any nuance. Also, in that note, would you say the Blacks are abusive in any way? If so, in what sense? How do you interpret that?

Hi anon, thanks for reading my Horcrux (which is my nickname for Pietas) and for sending an ask.

To answer your questions:

I enjoy writing the Blacks because they feel like a family that fell out of an Opera/gothic novel. A doomed, aristocratic family who are plagued by generational trauma, and they remind me of my family.

I wanted to portray them with nuance because oftentimes the people who hurt us most in life aren't cartoon villains, they are people who think/ claim they love us or people whose own wounds bleed onto us. Someone can believe what they are doing/how they are parenting is for the best, yet they can inflict real damage on others.

Yes I do think the version of the Blacks in Pietas are abusive. They don't respect or even acknowledge either of their son's personhood and for both brothers this manifests differently (and they both react to it differently).

In Sirius's case he has been shown that when he steps outside of what his parent's deem to be acceptable behaviour, they withdraw what little affection and praise they previously offered him. I'm not sure what chapter you're on so I won't completely spoil for you, but there is a moment in the story where Sirius finds himself looking at Leone and Aeliana interacting:

"His thoughts spun wildly as he took a moment of solace, because fulfilling his duty would mean that Regulus would stop hating him. That perhaps being the perfect scion, however suffocating, might make his parents look at him with pride once more. That maybe he would be his mother’s son again instead of her biggest disappointment. A brief image of her lovingly stroking his hair flashed across his mind as dizziness overtook him..." Chapter 6

In the story Sirius longs to be his own person, but still deeply craves his parent's unconditional love.

In Regulus's case, he conforms to his family's wishes unequivocally and yet it still doesn't earn his parents love. He is often overlooked for Sirius and Orion and Arcturus steamroll over his career ambitions (indeed Orion doesn't even ask him what he wants to do instead he is told what they want him to do). This leads to him being deeply jealous of Sirius while also wanting to be close to him and is best shown by this exchange:

Regulus laughed, the disdainful, humourless sound clanging through Sirius’s head. ‘You are quite something. ‘

‘What does that mean?’ Sirius demanded, tearing away and pacing the room.

Regulus arched his brow, ‘It means that all they ask is for you to fulfil your duty and honour our name.’

Regulus’s face turned slightly red as he continued, ‘But that seems to be too great a demand for you. You humiliate the family at every turn, running around with filth and blood traitors.’

He paused and reminded Sirius forcefully of Orion.

‘Yet despite that, here Father and I are, having to ensure you behave yourself while you are.’

Regulus paused once more, controlling the volume of his voice. as it had been steadily rising.

‘Being matched with one of the most eligible girls in Europe, so I apologise if I struggle to muster sympathy for your so-called plight.’

Not to spoil anything but later on in the story Orion's near obsession with his father's wishes is also shown as I wanted to convey this sense of generational trauma that has left everyone miserable.

#sirius black #regulus black #the noble house of black #harry potter #my writing

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do you think saerah would ever intentionally make aemond jealous to rile him up or would it purely be accidental since i know she said she wouldn’t be with another man and didn’t like aemond being with someone else. either way since aemond is to wed the baratheon girl how would he react if one of the sons of house tyrell (without their permission) comes to ask for saerah’s hand in marriage thinking this would be the best time to since the upcoming war requires alliances

I feel that Saerah would kinda do it intentionally but not necessarily to rile up Aemond but to throw courtiers off. Like she has never made it a secret that she desired Aemond so I think to navigate court life, she would definitely flirt a little bit to keep people guessing what her intentions are, a sort of armour. But she never outright would betray Aemond’s trust. Aemond, while he knows it’s a strategic maneuver, honestly fucking seethes when another man’s eyes lingers on her body for too long.

However, Aemond’s betrothal to the Baratheon girl completely wrecked Saerah, for want of a better term.

Logically, she knows Aemond doesn’t want it either. Knows it’s for their survival in the upcoming war, but feelings don’t follow logic. She feels betrayed. Hurt. Like a scorned woman. She wants to claw the other woman’s eyes out but also feed Aemond to Vexxa.

But she also wants to run away—not with Aemond, because she’s still too hurt (he didn’t even tell her he was offering himself up for marriage) but away from Aemond. Back to Highgarden, across the sea to Pentos. Just away.

But she can’t. She’s stuck in Kings Landing, forced to tolerate her Aemond’s intended as her father sent her from Storms End to ensure the marriage was honoured once the war was done.

And as Aemond predicted, the Tyrell’s arrived at Kings Landing, bringing thousands of men and thousands more provisions with them. There was no outward demand for repayment, but everyone knew: The Tyrells came to make a marriage.

“I am not a milking cow to be sold at your pleasure!” Saerah howled in the Small Council chamber.

“You are not a woman free of duty and obligation, either, Princess.” Lord Lannister replied from his seat.

“It is a fine match.” The Lord Hand, her grandfather, said. “You can do far worse, girl. You’ll be lady of the Reach, wife of one of the richest lords in the land.”

“Very pretty things for a very pretty price of me in his bed. Would any of you like to offer yourself up instead?” She bit out, glancing around the table at the men, avoiding casting her mother a look out of respect. “I mean if the rewards are so sweet, do not any of you wish to take my place.”

“Saerah.” Her mother admonished.

The princess sighed, casting her eyes downward. Already this felt like a lost battle. Aemond was to be wed to the Baratheon girl and she would make her home here beside him. And Saerah would be shipped away again to Highgarden, this time with a husband on her arm.

Still, she tried again. “I…only mean to say, there are others to consider. The Eyrie, the North, and perhaps even one from Dorne. Why not keep the options open until we’ve a better handle on this war.” She made careful sure to exclude western options, still feeling greedy emerald eyes on her form.

Otto shifted in his chair, a sharp sigh hissing from his nose. “I know this is not the match you desire, granddaughter. And neither would the Eyrie, North or Dornish houses would be your preference.” Her lilac eyes flickered up to his, cheeks heating at the fact that was spat like an insult. “Nevertheless, the Tyrell’s have been good friends of the Crown and it does us no good to drive them into our enemies’ beds.”

“And who would Viktor Tyrell marry? Rhaenyra’s only daughter is dead, Baela and Rhaena promised to Jace and—“ damn it all. It had been short weeks since Lucerys’ death, and oftentimes Saerah found herself forgetting.

“Yes, now she understands it.” Lord Lannister murmured into his wine cup. Saerah wishes for Aemond’s strength then, so she might show his pompous face into that cup, breaking glass over his skin. It did not escape her notice that Aemond was absent from the room, and Saerah wondered if the Council acted with stealth, silently inviting her to treat with them and bring this offer to her without Aemond’s interference.

Even still. Saerah’s cold, embittered heart wondered if he would even care. He certainly sold himself into marriage easily enough.

“Rhaena is a far lesser prize than you are, sweet girl.” Her mother murmured, her wide eyes looking imploringly up at her youngest daughter. “Pride is a fragile thing. Deny the Tyrell’s what they desire and every man outside those gates holding a golden rose banner…they will disappear and show up on Dragonstone.”

“Mother, I…”

Alicent sighed. “Just…have an open heart, my dear. You got on well enough at Highgarden.”

Viktor Tyrell gifted her with a beautiful diamond necklace upon their meeting again. It was a private enough meeting—he had come to her chambers, his own servant in tow who carried a gorgeous velvet box. She promised to wear it to the feast that night, held in welcome for their new friends from the Reach.

It was heavy and cold as a chain around her neck. And Aemond took notice at once.

“‘Tis a pretty necklace, sister.” He murmured to her softly, leaning closer to her side. They sat at the high dais, their new king sat at the centre, Helaena sat to his left, and the Hand at his right. Viktor sat beside Otto, and thankfully, she Aemond and his Baratheon girl sat beside Helaena.

The black haired girl in question had gotten up to dance and it was only then that Aemond dared speak to her. Another slight to her poor heart.

“A gift. From Lord Tyrell.” She replied, taking a bite of pigeon.

“Hm. Generous of him.” He hummed, eye flickering back to the other man in question. “Not really the gift of friendship, though, is it?” Saerah did not reply. “More that of what a man might offer his wife.” Again Saerah did not react. “Or his whore.”

Her fist met the table and although the music did not cease, she could feel multiple eyes on her. “Gift one to your Baratheon girl, brother.” Aemond’s lilac eye bore into hers, burning. She hated that she could not hate him. This hurt may not feel so much like betrayal, then. “It is a very pretty betrothal gift, after all.”

“He put you in chains, Saerah.” He growled lowly in High Valyrian. “Say the word, and he’ll have disappeared before dawn.”

“He’s a good man, Aemond.” She murmured back, taking up a little carrot with her fingers.

“Not for you he’s not.”

Aemond did not make life easy for Viktor at court. Saerah was never sure what Aemond did, but over the next month so noticed Viktor lost a bit of weight and had dark circles under his eyes.

#game of thrones #asoiaf #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x sister!oc #jealousy #arranged marriage #angst

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tmmfmp · 3 months

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Researching some games

Cuphead - Cuphead is a game that has a similar level design to the way I want my game to be. This is specifically about the run and gun levels as they are more platform than fighting. I want my levels to look similar construction wise as I'm not confident in platform design.

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Castle Of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse 2013 remaster - This game has both a side scroller and 3rd person aspect to it. Although again I want to go for the level design, not the boss levels as there isn't much platforming in them. I like the idea of the flooding like there is in the sea monkey boss fight.

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Geometry Dash - This game has wonderful level design. The level is entirely based around the beat of the music that the level is played with. I enjoy how the art style is incredibly simple but the game is still loved by many.

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My Friend Pedro - I actually like the combat in this game more than the level design. The way you wipe out enemies is just so awesome. I might honestly add combat to this project because of this.

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Thomas Was Alone - This game is incredibly strange. It has a super engaging story despite the only characters being different coloured squares. There is a narrator taking you through the story as you play. There is a character switching function in this one like my game Different Together although in this you switch character in order to progress the levels by completing little puzzles.

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Assassin's Creed Valhalla - All time favorite Assassin's Creed game as it contains my favorite mythology. I love the way they designed the environment, animals and characters. They made the most accurate Viking representation I have ever seen especially with the oaths and honour themes through it. They spell Freyja's name wrong though.

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God Of War - God Of War is a bit all over the place. For some reason, the mythology used changes. It is originally Greek Mythology and then switches to Norse which makes absolutely no sense. The games aren't very engaging to me and I don't like this take on Norse Mythology.

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Apotheon - This seems to be a side scroller game based heavily upon Greek Mythology. Its art style makes it seem as though you are traveling across wonderful pieces of art from the time of the mythology being widely appreciated. I absolutely love how they styled this game and will try to take inspiration from it.

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Devil May Cry - Devil May Cry is my all time favorite game (if my blog profile picture didn't give it away.) This game series actually takes inspiration from various mythologies for the enemies. It also seems to sort of have its own religion incorporated into it, through the worship of Sparda as he served as the feudal lord of Fortuna.

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Metal: Hellsinger - This game seems incredibly loosely tied to Christianity because of the Heaven and Hell references throughout. It features combat against angels and demons with one direct real enemy, the Red Judge. This is a music based game where you fight demons and angels to the beat in order to try and get back what was stolen from The Unknown (the protagonist of the game.)

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#cuphead #castle of illusion #geometry dash #my friend pedro #thomas was alone #assassin's creed valhalla #god of war #apotheon #devil may cry #metal hellsinger #Youtube

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micheya · 2 years

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Thoughts On Which Harbinger Diluc had a run in with

I want to know which Harbinger diluc had a run in with (and almost losing his life to) when he was out in Snezhnaya busting up fatui camps as a barely turned adult without his vision

So here are my thoughts on them (MOST PROBABLY VERY INCORRECT)

disclaimer: this has been in my drafts for ages (since they were released), i have no clue if i finished this or left it half done

for no reason in particular a part from the fact that I think it would be a good plot point, i would guess The Captain.

A captain and a former captain. One with plenty of experience, another one...while yes has much experience is still young.

He would be a troublesome boy with emotions running rampant in the eyes of the Captain. Even Childe hadn't earned the acknowledgement of The captain.

To him, Diluc would just be a nuisance.

It would be a nice contrast in characters.

(btw ignore how i say honrouable mentions because they're all in no particular order and I was thinkinh about them all anyways)

honourable mention would be Pantalone, who is the height of wealth and Diluc would soon be inheriting his father's riches completely.

And he would also begin to understand (if he hadn't already) the value of information and networks, especially with the organisation that had saved him from the near death experience.

Another no reason in particular would be the Damselette, purely because Childe thinks she's creepy as heck (which tbh, i said "creepy" when first seeing her before hearing his voice lines of her. Idk if that's a flex but anyway-) , and I think it would be an interesting situation hearing Diluc's point of view on her.

Like I bet Diluc would be scared of her...or like you know that extremely weary kind of has goosebumps at the idea of ever encountering her again.

He's older, stronger and has a level head in the present time, but I can still see the idea that she would be the type of creepy crawly feeling you get when a bug is somewhere on your skin whenever he recalls her.

The Knave also because Childe said she hasn't a single sane bone in her, and that just intrigues me. Like what kind of fight would that be between her and Diluc? Like what kind of expressions would this not sane person make, and I bet you Diluc would be severely scared haha. Very intimidated. Like I can picture a completely different vibe of running away to survive with the Knave.

Also I bet Diluc wouldn't exactly be favourable to her type as she's the type to betray someone if it benefits her, this includes the Tsaritsa. (Childe said so.)

I can't picture much the Rooster, Scaramouche, Childe and Pierro, Signora and Dottore being the encountered ones. (I could be very incorrect with Dottore...or tbh any of them)

Not likely, and tbh I don't think it's likely, but I think it would be an epic fight seeing the Puppeteer with her Ruin graders shooting missiles at Diluc and he's dodging for his life completely overwhelmed by all this machinery. Just because it sounds like an epic fight of sorts.

Pierro could be seen, purely for that story effect of Diluc describing the aura and absolute power the number 1 radiated when he was running for his life.

I can't see Dottore, purely because in the manga it looked like Diluc hadn't met him in person before? (like the actual Dottore, not the clone) But then again, he could have a sort of doesn't get a good glimpse of Dottore himself while fighting his creations. Then like later on seeing the man himself in all his glory with the information that he has made clones of himself. I know there's something wrong with my logic here but I don't know, I don't have brain power im sleepy.

Goodbye ya'll

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bengallemon · 2 years

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ayo written another hikikel drabble, this time how mari is feeling just during post good-ending, after getting her feelings sorted out and getting to see all the kids and have some moments

warning: mentions of hanging and suicide.

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The wind is light, a summery breeze wafting through the trees in the backyard. Mari lies there, watching the clouds lazily soar through a pristine blue sky. Summer break has only just begun, and already, so much has happened.

Kel came out of the house, for the first time in four years. And Mari didn't ever truly realise what that meant, at the time. But now, looking back on just a few days ago, it meant so much would happen.

She got to see Sunny again for the first time in so long. She understood, then, what she had done back then. How badly Mari screwed up with her brother. Of course, he was suffering as well. It became so blindingly obvious that he had to cope with death at twelve years old, and he did it by running away and pretending he was alright. At least Sunny did something with himself, something that was productive.

It hurt Mari, now, to see how she ignored everything, gluing herself to a piano. Gluing herself to the memories of someone now dead.

"You're letting yourself rot away, and for what? The memory of someone who wouldn't be able to handle seeing you break yourself like this!"

It stings, to see how she was causing the rest of them to suffer. If she had gotten back up sooner. Maybe she could've helped them, instead of running away from herself.

"If you want to honour his memory that badly, then get up! Dying on that piano won't bring him back! You know this! Mari! Why won't you see what you're doing to all of us!"

All the words Mari remembered Sunny spit at her. All those pent-up feelings, all that hate for what she had done to herself. How Mari let herself think such terrible things.

YOU LOVE A PIANO MORE THAN YOUR OWN BROTHER

The sun is warm, and the grass is oddly soft, with the soil beneath cold, from being mostly in the shade. Mari sighs, wishing she could take back everything she said. But Sunny was right. They couldn't change the past. He said that during their first big fight, and he said it again in the hospital room.

"We can't change what already happened. All we can do now is move forward and try to cope with reality. Besides, Mari. We should be happy Hero didn't actually hang himself, right? He never wanted to leave us, especially not like that."

She regrets what she chose to say that day. The words she spat, spat at a kid who had only just then come to terms with what he had done. A kid who was almost murdered.

And God, was that a sight to walk in on. All Mari heard was the thump of someone hitting the floor. She couldn't properly remember what exactly had gone down after. All Mari could do was call an ambulance and desperately try and stop someone from dying.

Maybe, after she had plugged the wounds and applied pressure, if she had gone back up, instead of numbly sitting there, then the kids she had once grown to love as a family wouldn't be so battered now.

Because Mari got to see their faces, and see just what damage a nail bat can do when it's being swung by a girl who had completely lost it in every way. It hurt so much, knowing now what could have been avoided.

"But we can't change the past, Mari! How many times do I have to say it?! We have to move on. Keep going... It's what he would've wanted for us."

A phone buzz disturbs Mari from her reverie. She turns to check the message, before sighing once more. She gets up and dusts the grass off herself, and begins to walk to the hospital.

I guess I can't keep running from this for much longer. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to stop being so stupid.

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if yall like what yall see, consider following and reblogging! it spreads the content about and also I need people to talk to about my brainrot and thinking. Mari is a complex character and I really wanna do her justice. Next drabble might just be bully Aubrey or Kel hours. Maybe both. Who knows.

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spikybanana · 2 years

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Deep breath,,,, okay. Thanks for coming up with this ask game @heartofspells! (speaking of— forgive me if I've simply missed it but you don't seem to have told us yours? what's up with that!) and thank you for tagging me @tracingpatternswrites @sliebman10 !! am honoured to be considered enough of a writer for this haha, since I've barely completed anything besides microfics, but hey I rly hope some of these happen at some point so!

We all have those lists, right? The ones that just build and build, filled with ideas we don’t know if we’ll ever actually make something out of or not.

Tell me about those (if you want and are willing; i understand sometimes ideas sit closely for a reason).

Which ones are you the most excited about?

Waltz No.19 this is technically a wip not an idea, and was going to be just the figure skating fic but now I'm dumping my brain into it. it's like I can't make something niche enough. you mean you'd willing read thousands of words' worth of stilted prose about a sport I don't even do? how about wolfstar being asexual? oh and did I mention I'm making remus half-chinese? anyway this fic lives in my head so much I don't even know how to talk about it anymore?? again I'm a baby writer so this will take months but eh. I'll wait for it. (tysm for friends who've let me ramble a bit about this one I love you)

What’s one you don’t think you’ll ever follow through with, and why?

oh oh OH there was that one where wolfstar accidentally had a child in first war but sirius didn't know about it, and it's PoA compliant only because remus modified his own memories. then one day in grimmauld place sirius finds remus sitting with a vial containing his own 12 years of lost memories. i don't think there's a single happy thing about this so lol, no.

Are any of them just left to rest because you need to talk them out more and haven’t? If so, maybe someone will see this and help!

these... I don't know when or if these will ever happen. I don't even know if these are the kinds of stories that fics are. but uk.

this time-travelling magical realism ish thing of historian? sirius accidentally falling into the life of the young werewolf who lived during the fork in the road of an ancient-ish community's fate. at the same time remus, who is desperately trying to hold together a world that's falling apart, wakes up in a dystopian future, and is recruited by mcgonagall's office for intel about remaining scraps of werewolf communities. it'll be prosey it'll be pretty (hopefully) and I have no idea what this is. I really have not read/written nearly enough for this ahaha if I write it now it'll be so boring

I watched tick tick boom three times in a row and started a fic where remus lupin goes to new york and meets jonathan larson. remus is busking on the streets when jon picks him up to play at the workshop for a musical called Superbia. there's. no. plot. just the fact that jon and remus are the same age and also andrew garfield. I'd love for this to be some sort of andrew garfield trivia easter egg crack fic but I actually know nothing about andrew garfield. also it got sad because remus is Running From Himself etc etc

oscar wilde-esque sirius??? quiet gentleman remus who sirius initially sneers at for being so plain and conforming but ends up discovering whole worlds with?? I'm just waiting for that oscar wilde phase to tick off to make this happen

on another note, I suck at talking to people so much. but others have told me I'm an alright listener ...? so if any of you ever want I'd love— I'd be honoured— to listen to rambles about ideas

and um open tag! but pls tag me back if you see this and do it!

#tag game #my wips

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the-shared-brain-in-retrograde · 2 years

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Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings

A joint review

Neither of us had watched this film since seeing it at the pictures, where we fucking loved it, so what a treat this is to watch and enjoy again! Cass likes the opening on account of there’s a bit of mythology and sort of dance-fight sequence with a sexy villain, and Becks got to feel cultured because of the subtitles and that. We should mention that neither of us are really au-fait with martial arts films (other than one involving Chuck Norris and a lot of cats in The Colosseum), so we don’t know how the fight scenes stack up on balance, but we enjoyed it.

We also think that Shaun’s mum’s lovely dragon mask would have been very useful in the past two years.

This film feels like quite a paint by numbers Marvel film in many respects, in that nothing particularly unexpected happens and it follows the formula of a reluctant hero rising after some questionable parenting. However, it’s a really good one. It serves as a great introduction to characters that you want to see more of, the rings themselves are a pretty cool weapon, and it’s much more fun and light hearted than some of the other movies we’ve had recently (all that trauma!) so it was a welcome breather. Also, there’s a big dragon. And Morris! A blatant to Disney to sell more merch, and one that I’m sure we’ll all fall for.

Let’s start with the hero of this fine piece of cinema. Trevor Slattery! hahaha no we joke, that was just a little joke. We will get to Trevor in our own good time. No, of course we mean to start with Shang-Chi himself aka Shaun. Which, Katy raises a good question, if you could pick any name to go into hiding with, would you prefer one similar to your name or totally different?

Becks: A man called me Becky the other day and I hated it. So I think I would prefer something totally different rather than a wrong version of my own name.

Cass: I just worry I wouldn’t answer quick enough to a completely different name and give the game away. My on the run self will probably have to be call Cathy. My normal self is called that a lot anyway, usually in Starbucks.

Becks, raging: This happens often when I try to call you hands-free in the car and I’m always like, ‘I didn’t say it with a lisp you DICKHEAD!’

Cass, whispers to camera: Road rage.

Nevertheless, we like Shaun whatever his name. Obviously he’s a trained killer, but quite a chill one, he seems fun to hang out with, handsome, and also caring. We love his relationship with Katy. When that man hit her and he went full blown street fighter, Cass’ notes went quite fluttery and read ‘Oh, he defended her honour!’ Becks agrees, however would like it to be noted that whilst we wouldn’t change him, she doesn’t really think Simu should be playing a 25 year old as he’s actually slightly older than us and she doesn’t think we could pass for it. The aging process is a source of great concern to her, and she keeps a tally of how many times she gets asked for her ID in the supermarket in the hopes that this might serve as some sort of witchcraft and stave it off.

We think Shaun is a welcome part of the MCU. He balances Doctor Strange’s air of twatishness, which is probably why Wong is so keen to have him.

Becks, muttering: I hate Doctor Strange. And that’s why I slept through his stupid movie!

But anyway, we think we’re going to be in for a good time with him in future movies. It’s nice to have a kind, competent character involved in things. Cass is looking forward to seeing him interact with Scott. Maybe in the next Antman film it will happen? We really enjoy the fight scene on the bus. Again it was really good fun. It was exciting, it was violent, and Becks got to lust over that man with the razor arm. She does this throughout her notes on the movie, so at least one of us was happy when he kept turning up and bothering folk.

Another person we like is Katy. Becks particularly likes that she doesn’t really have any clear goals, because she finds that relatable. Her actual words were ‘she has a relatable incompetence,’ but we won’t let that stand because Katy isn’t actually incompetent, she’s very good at what she does. She saves all of those lives on the bus with her excellent driving, she is very brave at a number of points and stands up for her friend even when she is extremely far out of her depth, and she is really good at archery. Hopefully she can get some training in with Clint, I reckon she’ll love them trick arrows. We think maybe what is relatable is just that she has no bigger end goal in mind, and maybe lacks a little self belief in being able to deliver one. And that’s fine, because as she proves it all comes good!

We really enjoy seeing Katy and Shaun’s friendship. They have great fun together, and that’s nice to see. We also enjoy how she utterly refuses to let him deal with all the crazy people trying to kill him alone, and insists on going with him. Nice to have your best friend with you when you go on a family reunion to meet you dad after he has sent people to kill you. We just like her a lot in general, she’s funny, snarky, and has a fun sense of style. Basically, we don’t have a bad word to say.

This family reunion means that we also get to meet Shaun’s sister, Xialing. Now there’s a capable woman! Not only is she a brilliant self-taught fighter, but she has built a successful underground fight club from scratch. It’s sad of course, because her father was far more absent with her than he was with Shang-Chi, who then of course ran away and left her, so she must have had a very lonely life. But even despite all of this, being let down and having to rely on herself, Xialing comes good, helping Shaun and Katy with barely a second thought and finding some of the family she deserves in Ta Lo. It’s nice to see that despite the traumatic upbringing, she still manages to be a good person. With hella style, because she made that compound super cool at the end. Frankly, she’s the only girl boss we care to discuss at this time.

Just as an aside, we would never like to fight on scaffolding. We don’t think it’s safe, especially not that high up. We are making a pact to avoid going on it at all, and especially not to fight on it. We will fight on the ground, as God intended. In the dirt. With the worms.

We are now reintroduced to Shaun’s father, whose name we cannot recall, possibly because goes by many names. One of which Cass thought he said was Mastercard, which seemed like a bit of blatant product placement even for these movies, but turned out not to be the case so that’s okay. Anyway, we’ve looked it up now and apparently it’s Wenwu, so there. We have a bit of a difference of opinion here. Becks thinks he’s a right dickhead. She is impressed by the horse riding with no hands skills (although seemed notably less impressed when she asked if Cass had ever done that and found out that she had), and obviously all for a bit of violence, but still doesn’t really take to him because he really was such a terribly shit dad. And he was, Cass agrees. But where Cass falls down in this is, he’s also terribly, terribly hot. I mean, he’s a lunatic. But in a way that makes it hotter. So it’s difficult to remain impartial about his bad fathering, and she thanks you all for your understanding at this difficult time.

What Wenwu does do however, is proves the need for a safe-word after death. We can’t tell you ours for obvious reasons, but we’ve now agreed it. So if we do hear any whisperings from beyond the grave that don’t include it, we will know it’s not actually one of us but a demonic entity intent on wrecking destruction on the planet, and will simply ignore it and go about our business. You would all do well to gather your loved ones and do the same. Do it now in fact, before you read on.

Have you got the beyond the veil safe-word? Okay good. We may continue.

Their mother seemed like a nice lady, taken too young. And that’s unfortunately all we have to say on the subject. His aunt also seems like a badass, however she also unfortunately goes by the name of Auntie Nan, which is coincidentally what Becks’ used to call a family friend from her childhood who ran a walking group called the Bog Hoppers. This send Cass so hysterical that we find it hard to discuss Auntie Nan much further.

Becks: Another thing about her, she had a Stannah Stairlift. And I used to sneak up to her room on it and rifle through her things.

Cass: (wheezes) That’s the most you thing to do, but also as if you were sneaking anywhere on a stairlift. You probably made a right bloody racket!

Becks: She also made Dead Fly Pie. And I loved her.

Right. Trevor Slattery. Another person that makes Cass feel mildly hysterical. It’s nice to get a little closure on the Ten Rings as mentioned in Iron Man, and of course it’s a treat to see Trevor again. What a tit. A very silly man really, but if there’s no room for Ben Kingsley to do a little thespian silliness in a Marvel film then what hope do we have left? We also like him playing dead at the end, it’s the only outcome we truly accept of that man being involved in a fight, and we enjoyed it immensely.

‘Stay in the pocket!’

We would like now to mention Ta Lo, because it’s just totally beautiful and it is very hard to see why you would ever leave. Not least because it’s so bloody difficult to get back again. Entering Ta Lo is like someone turning the high def on the film. Also, we get to meet the Great Protector, who turns out to be a lovely big dragon, and we love him. If you don’t love a dragon turning up in a movie, then get out of town frankly. We didn’t much like the soul sucking fella that came out of the gate (a dickhead released by another dickhead, is Becks’ commentary), but since he got defeated we thankfully don’t need to dwell on his darkness any longer.

All too soon we are turfed out of this beautiful place and Shaun and Katy are sent back to tell tall tales of their adventures to their friends in the pub, who of course don’t believe them. Doubting Thomas’! But then Wong turns up. Dear Wong, the only character in the MCU who has really got his priorities sorted in terms of the work-life balance. It’s all fight clubs and karaoke with him, and frankly after dealing with Doctor Strange he deserves it. We’re also grateful to see Bruce as Bruce. We hate Professor Hulk, it’s just all wrong, and so that little hologram gives us a hope that we won’t be stuck with him forever.

We just love this film as a whole. We like the friendships, the characters are interesting, the fight scenes are cracking, and we end the whole thing with a smile rather than in tears so that’s always a bonus. The end of the film promises that Shang-Chi will return, and we’re both looking forward to it.

But enough of these new people! Next time will see us revisiting some old friends, when we review The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. Is it the greatest TV show ever made? Well, maybe not. But has it unfortunately unleashed something in one of us? Maybe so! Brace yourselves, friends, for the full gamut of emotions that will come from The Shared Brain. Brace brace brace.

love Becks and Cass

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rikventures-art · 2 years

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for that ask meme u reblogged earlier today: 1, 4, 9, 11 aaand 21? :3c

WOW I completely forgot to answer this fdsfdsfs better late than never I guess

1 - Art programs you have but don't use Technically, I own an old version of Corel Painter. I got it through Humble Bundle years ago, but it just would not run on my pc and I never bothered to report the error anywhere so I never found a fix for it and never tried it :') I also have SAI and SAI2 but don't use them anymore after switching to CSP.

4 - Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw Oh you KNOW I've complained about drawing humans so many times GDSFDSFF there are so many characters, both my own and from other media, I want so badly to draw but iiiiiiii have not been practising at all lately, whoops.

9 - What are your file name conventions I tend to name my files pretty accurately to what's in them, like "[character name] sketch" or "[prompt] - [character name]" and so on. I even have folders dedicated to each year (and if there are many files in one year, I also sort by month)

11 - Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what? I don't actually listen to music very often while drawing anymore fdsfsfds I usually find a Twitch VOD to catch up on, because many of the streamers I follow on twitch stream at times I'm not always free lmao. But when I do listen to music, I tend to choose either instrumental/video game soundtracks or stuff like Lord Huron, Hozier etc.

21 - Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways Hmmm oh man. I adore many different art styles that are nothing like my own, but overall I love love love really painterly pieces, like very rough and messy art that still looks so well put together and has so much character. It's probably the kind of style I'd like the most to one day be good at myself, I just love the rough edges and how brush strokes don't have to be perfect as long as they look right. An honourable mention goes to the artists who know how to control vibrant neon colours; whether the whole drawing has bright colours or only small bits of it where you wouldn't expect it (like the official Hades artwork, love those lil' streaks of purple and green mixed in with the shading), I think that looks really cool!

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Thanks for the ask! I swear I'll be better at answering stuff more quickly in the future fdsfdsfsfs

Original ask meme is here.

#ask meme #not art #answered ask #werewolf-girlfriend

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you flatter me too much. I love this particular way of writing a yandere (of sorts) Geto because there’s so much to explore when it comes to him. It also makes me wonder about the type of yandere Gojo would be, if we’re looking at his personality through how he is portrayed in canon. From most fanfiction depictions of Gojo, people seem to think of him as some fun loving goofy guy who is secretly really sad and to be fair… they’re not exactly wrong. I just think that Gojo can’t be reduced to just that. In my opinion, Gojo is probably quite cold. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ll try. It’s literally fact that Gojo is the strongest. The honoured one. Whatever you wanna call it. But it’s literally only him. Yes, both him and Geto called themselves “the strongest”, but Geto was clearly outclassed by Gojo in their later years, especially with Geto mentally deteriorating due to all the misery of being in the jujutsu world. Gojo is, in every sense of the word, alone. Untouchable. Raised to be the best of the best. So it’s pretty much canon that Gojo isn’t really showcasing his true or full personality in front of everyone else, and I suppose that’s why people think he just mopes around around depressed about his life, which is a fair assumption. But I think he probably would seem very cold and detached because he is literally different from EVERYONE. Even on a physical level, he’s completely different from everyone. 1. He’s almost fucking perfect. Looks and sounds fucking perfect. 2. He literally sees EVERYTHING. He doesn’t even SEE the same as how everyone else sees. Gege says that Gojo’s sight is like looking through a high definition thermal camera. THATS FUCKING WEIRD.

He doesn’t even need to sleep. It’s said that he’s constantly running Reverse Curse Technique to keep his brain fresh and from frying, so technically, he doesn’t even NEED to sleep.

What I’m trying to say is, Gojo is quite literally different from everyone else in this world. So I’d assume that he doesn’t know or personally understand the typical human or sorcerer experience. We can see this with how he invaded everyone’s personal space. He looks at humans the way humans look at ants. Like things to be examined.

So I think that all of this would make him quite a cold person, because he’s literally not relatable to anyone. The one person he thought was relatable went crazy and started a cult, so….

[I also think he’s aware of how unrelatable he is and how unsettling his very existence is, so he acts all goofy and annoying to appear more palatable and less flawless to people because if he was to act otherwise, how would people act towards him? Scared? Worship him, maybe?

I could also get into how being so different from everyone probably affects how he experiences emotions and how he probably doesn’t experience emotions the exact same way that everyone else does, but this is really long already.]

So I say all of this to say… what type of person would this God like being, the Honoured One, be obsessed over? What type of individual would catch this man’s eye and what exactly made them stand out from everyone else?

I think it would have to be someone who could make him feel something emotionally intense. I think out of everything, what Gojo really wants is to feel SOMETHING. Which is ironic because with his 24/7 infinity on, he can’t really feel anything physically lol. But yeah, I think he’s desperate for stimulation. He eats sweets a lot because they stimulate his brain for example.

Like imagine being able to do and have EVERYTHING. That must be so boring!!! Yeah, I think he wants to feel something.

You mentioned MBTI in your analysis of Geto, which is very interesting. what MBTI type are you? I’m an INTP. Enneagram 5w4. I don’t know any of that means lol. I wonder what MBTI Gojo is and how that might play out into him being obsessed over someone and how he’d treat them.

Basically Gojo reminds me of porcelain or diamond or marble. Flawless. Or… almost flawless.

Don’t get me wrong, Gojo definitely has flaws and isn’t fully perfect, but I think the fandom attempts to make him more of a lover boy than he probably is lol. I don’t have a problem with it because it’s fucking fanon lol, do what you want with whatever character, but I just love exploring different perspectives of characters and I think the fandom (that participates in fanfiction), like most fandoms, has a tendency to reduce characters to one aspect of themselves, and in Gojo’s case, he’s constantly reduced to his short lived and possibly homo erotic friendship with Geto and I’m just trying to look at him from a different angle, I guess.

Like think about it! Gege says Gojo chooses to be single and I think it’s because nobody makes him feel. Feel what? I’m not exactly sure. A rush, probably.

Geto made him feel that because for a while, Geto was the one relatable person to him. Toji made him feel that, because Toji is also relatable to Gojo (in the sense that Toji, like Geto and Gojo, is an outlier. Not meant to be as strong or powerful as he is, but somehow he exists). I mean, Toji KILLED him. I don’t think even Gojo knew he could be killed lol.

TL:DR- Gojo is bored and cold and detached and needs to feel something and I think that if he was a yandere, he would obsess over someone who would make him feel that something.

I will stop yapping here. Actually, I won’t.

I emphasise that Gojo is not perfect, but is ALMOST perfect. He has flaws, but flaws can be disguised as perfections or hidden. I mean, if Gojo was perfect, he wouldn’t be able to be killed by Toji, Riko would be alive, and he wouldn’t be sealed, and he wouldn’t have died (I’m holding out hope that he’ll be back lol), etc. One major flaw is that he’s not omnipotent or omnipresent and it’s showcased many times in the manga. I could talk more but let me ACTUALLY stop yapping here lol.

I’m so sorry.

Holy molly what a delight to wake up seeing such a long ask in my inbox!

I wholeheartedly agree with you on that the fandom tend to reduce Gojo to a silly-goofy guy with a heart of gold and there's nothing wrong with people sandboxing with their faves. He's your blorbo, your squeeky dog toy lmao.

I can recommend @/sukunasun's Gojo fics, I think they characterize him really well!

I must admit that Gojo as a character is almost impossible for me to write. Especially with my writing techniques that's just like... method acting but in fiction lol. I want to give it a try in my gothic au where he's kinda like a minor villain and I plan to showcase certain elements of gothic horror through his character.

And Gojo as a yandere oml... I believe that many jjk characters have the potential to be yandere but Gojo would be literally the worst. He wouldn't just isolate you, he would be capable of to kill anyone important to you, he would endanger you so you'd rely on him. If I remember correctly, @/saintshigaraki once reblogged a long yan!gojo fic in which he literally brought a curse to reader's house so he can save them.

Well, it's time for my own thoughts:

I think Gojo struggles a lot with empathy. If not completely devoid of the skill to recognize other people's perspective. Like... it's literally canon that he ignored Shoko, he made Geto's defection his own personal trauma. And I know that it's gonna be a very bold statement, but I think that he was a shitty best friend when Geto started spiralling after the Star Plasma incident. Idk... if my bestie is showing signs of being mentally unwell, I'd do literally anything to help, nobody can stop me.

Once, just for fun I checked some DSM-V criteria and tbh... Gojo meets diagnostic criteria for several Cluster B personality disorders. Namely Narcissistic Personality Disorder, some for Histrionic Personality Disorder and even Antisocial Personality Disorder.

These disorders kinda encapsulates his character for me: his relationships are superficial, he likes being the center of attention, he struggles with empathy, not afraid to endanger himself or others and his insecurities are hidden beneath a grandiose sense of self-worth.

Just being professional here, but I'm not bringing this up for the sake of bashing his character. Real people, who are diagnosed with these disorders are not inherently bad and they deserve the same love and respect as anyone else!

Okay, back to the MBTI: I'm an INFJ (introverted intuition, extroverted feeling, introverted thinking and extroverted sensing), I didn't take the tests, I just simply analyzed Jung's cognitive functions because they're much more empiric and reliable. But being INFJ kinda explains why I'm drawn to characters who are Ni, Ne or Te, Ti dominant. Geto for example is Ni dominant, just like I am.

Gojo is an ENTP, my fave type tbh. Like... around 2/3 of my fictional crushes have this type, it's concerning lmao.

When I got into the Hellaverse I literally started crushing on not one but THREE ENTPs lmao.

So... Gojo's cognitive functions are extroverted intuition, introverted thinking, extroverted feeling and introverted sensing. Literally the polar opposite of Geto's functions.

While Geto's introverted intuition is a future oriented function, extroverted intuition is present oriented, focusing on ideas and "what if" scenarios instead of patterns.

Ne dominant people are all about ideas, they're dreamers, envisioning many possibilities. If you present an interesting topic or thought to them, they're gonna play with it until they get bored and need something new (Ni on the other hand will find a topic that they like and analyze it from different angles). While Ne is like brainstorming, hopping from one interesting concept to another, Ni is about the execution of these ideas.

Because intuition is their dominant information processing function, think about them like this:

Ni is like a connect the dots game. They see patterns and predict outcomes based on probability. Ne detects patterns in their environment and they predict implications and intentions like search engines do.

Introverted thinking, compared to Geto's extroverted one is much more theoretical, analytic and deductive. Introverted functions are subjective, they need an inner system that are alligned with their values before they even activate. Ti users will grab facts and proofs and put them in boxes in a way that it fits their own bias.

While Te users accept statements and opinions if they have significant proof, Ti is all about "is this logical? give me a minute, let me think about it"

SHITTY EXAMPLE:

2x2=4

Te: yeah, that tracks, it's basic knowledge. Let me think about a conclusion.

Ti: okay, that tracks, but why? I want to see the process. By adding 2 to 2 really makes 4?

An unhealthy Ti overthinks and overcomplicates things while an unhealthy Te oversimplifies.

Extroverted feeling is an objective function and they use empathy in this way too. Not in a "i know what you're feeling" way but more like a "i'll try imagining what you're going through" type of empathy. It's group oriented instead of the individual oriented Fi. And extroverted feelers express their emotions much more easily, they're approachable, they like harmony within a group and would supress their thoughts and values if it would disturb that said harmony. An unhealthy Fe is a people pleaser, a martyr, who'd sacrifice themselves for others while unhealthy Fi is about self-preservation and self-suitability and they're heavily biased.

I forgot to add sensing in my previous answer because I thought that as the least active function it has no importance but the difference is this: extroverted sensors live in the moment, they react quickly to any minor change in their environment because they're highly attuned with it, while introverted sensors are all about past experiences. They learn from their mistakes, they're perceptive, they're capable of remembering minor details about you.

ENTPs have that ongoing stereotype that they have a good sense of humor, they communicate well and you don't want to pick a bone with them because they'll roast the fuck out of you.

As a yandere, I think ENTPs would brainstorm about how they want to get closer to you and later arrange different scenarios to grab your attention. They could be very attuned to your feelings so they wouldn't want to see you hurt. They would try to cheer you up, confuse you with comfort if you're defiant. But if you're fighting back like... in a vicious way, they would argue with you. They'd use their eloquence to make you question yourself, they'd use any opportunity to undermine you because they already figured you out.

I think that's all, you're literally spitting facts what can I add?

#oh anon you're so smart #how could u handle such a big brain?#asks

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[BSTS] 4th Anniversary ‘Outsider’ Event Story - Final

Part 1 - Part 2

Chapter 14

-starless office-

unei: Great work on the fourth anniversary show everybody! I know that incorporating improv into the show must've been difficult, but it's been very popular.

kokuyou: Of course it is.

saki: I couldn't take my eyes off any of the performances, they were all a lot of fun.

kei: Thank you. To hear that from you is the greatest honour of all.

rindou: As Unei-kun said, the improv element was hard, but I also learnt a lot from it. It's improved our judgment and ability to read the room whilst on stage.

mokuren: Hmph, it shouldn't have just been the acting that we improvised. We should've done it with the dances too.

rindou: That... Would be quite a difficult show to pull off indeed.

kokuyou: Didn't you just go ahead and do that anyways Mokuren?

kei: In any case, the audience reaction was favourable. The guests all appear to have been pleased with this show.

unei: I actually have some big news for you all! It's been decided that we'll hold a fourth anniversary performance after party~!!

mizuki: The hell's that mean?

kei: It means that the fourth anniversary show is not yet over. In this after party we will have reruns of the shows with the lineups that were the most well received.

unei: As for who will be performing, I'm still sorting out the surveys, so I'll let you all know soon!

rindou: I see, so you even thought of holding an after party.

kokuyou: Perfect, I was just thinking that I hadn't had enough time on stage.

mizuki: Tch, so it's still not a team based show.

mokuren: If you have a problem with it then withdraw. Though I doubt you'll be chosen again in the first place.

mizuki: Piss off, that's my line.

kei: Whilst we wait for the survey results we must not be negligent. Unei, that goes for you too.

unei: Yes of course! Ah, wait, you mean we're starting preparations right now? O-oh no! That means the flyers and merch need to be ready, and the official announcement needs to be made! Ah, what else what else...!? I-I'm not going to make it in time~~!?

kei: You should have already been making preparations before telling us. If you begin right away we should be able to complete everything in time. That is, if you don't make any mistakes. You've been working as Starless' management for four years, I trust you're capable of handling this.

unei: Huuuuuh.... I'll, I'll get started right away~!!

-unei runs off-

kei: This performance would not have been such a success without your help. Let me thank you once more. Because you are here, Starless is able to continue onwards. In order to keep entertaining you I will dedicate myself to my training. Please watch me.

saki: I will, I'll be looking forward to it.

—end

Chapter 15

-outside starless entrance, day time-

iwami: Hey there, young lady. What a coincidence it is running into you.

saki: Did you need me?

iwami: I figured we could have a little chat. Not right here though, let's head round the back of the store.

-behind starless-

iwami: You attended quite a lot of the fourth anniversary shows didn't you, Saki-chan. What did you think?

saki: All of them were wonderful, no matter which I saw they were all fun.

iwami: I see, they did all put a lot of effort into the improv parts. It must've been difficult, to be honest even I was impressed. Compared to the past, not only are there more members here but they've all polished their skills... They've grown to be quite praiseworthy. ...Ah, come to think of it you never attended the old location did you?

saki: No...

iwami: Well since it's rare we get to talk like this, go ahead and ask whatever's on your mind. I'll give you an answer.

choice

>tell me about yourself

>are you on our side

>how was starless different in the past

>tell me about yourself

iwami: What is there that you'd want to know about me? I wasn't expecting you to ask me that. Well to put it simply, I'm unemployed. For now at least. Ah wait, before you go making any assumptions I'm not a kept man or anything. I have enough money to make a living, so don't worry about that.

saki: I see.

iwami: Was that all you wanted to know? Then I better get out of here before anyone troublesome finds us and tells me off. See you around, young lady.

—end

>are you on our side

iwami: Well, I guss it would makes sense for you to ask that. What I can say for sure is that I am an ally of Starless. Haseyama and Kei like to make me out to be a villain, but I don't mind it. And of course, rest assured that I have no plans to bring you any harm, Saki-chan.

saki: ...Understood.

iwami: Was that all you wanted to know? Then I better get out of here before anyone troublesome finds us and tells me off. See you around, young lady.

—end

>how was starless different in the past

iwami: How was it different from now huh... Well the main things would be that there's more people and the store is larger. I have to give credit where it's due, Haseyama and Kei are impressive for being able to maintain a store of this size. Though, since it’s this big it's easier for fights or trouble to arise. What'll happen from here on out... that's what I'm worried about.

saki: I see...

iwami: Was that all you wanted to know? Then I better get out of here before anyone troublesome finds us and tells me off. See you around, young lady.

—end

#bsts main story #bsts translation

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