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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Several times recently I've found myself making tea whilst listening to The Magnus Archives, and as a result I've developed a silly little headcanon...

I'm not sure if it's a nationwide thing, but certainly throughout my life I've experienced the weird stigma of having sugar in your tea. It's not direct or aggressive, but there always seems to be this vague notion that sweetening your tea makes you less strong, less manly. I rarely see men ask for sugar, and often observe an obvious proudness in teenage boys when they say "no sugar, thanks."

Picture Jonathan Sims, newly appointed archivist, worried he's not good enough, placed haphazardly in power of people who were very recently peers, and desperately trying to prove he's the right man for the job. Everything seems to be falling apart a bit, and he's not at all sure his assistants have any faith in him; he had to ask for a tape recorder because he couldn't get his laptop to work properly - that's embarrassing.

Now imagine Martin: office sweetheart, gets along with pretty much anyone, just moved to a new position working with two close friends, and the attractive guy from research is his boss (he's a bit rude and stuck up, but it's probably just the stress, right?). He's pretty comfortable! Aside from the occasional snide remark from Jon it is a good job, which is especially pleasing considering how he got to work at the institute in the first place.

Two opposing forces, as we all well know! But what's better at building bridges than a nice cup of tea? Martin makes a lot of tea, but I like to think he memorises how everyone takes theirs. Regardless, he has to ask at least once.

And so, kind, sweet, gentle Martin, his offer of a cup of tea promptly accepted, would have the misfortune of saying, "do you take that with sugar?" to an embarrassed, flustered Jon, who's trying desperately not to confront any romantic feelings he might have hidden away. The ensuing scoff and slightly too enthusiastic 'No! Thank you.' would be enough to remember that preference for a while.

As times go on, hundreds of cups of tea later, things get less tense between the pair, and Martin never has to revisit the question; but late one night, shortly before Jon is to leave for Great Yarmouth and Martin is to risk it all to take down Elias, Jon places a hand gently on Martin's shoulder and asks "Could I have a cup of tea?". Of course Martin says yes, it's the least he could do, but as he turns to go and make it, Jon calls out again. "With sugar, please."

Just a tiny vulnerability, but enough. By that point most of Jon's facade has been torn roughly away many times, but letting go of small points of pride often means more than non-deliberate actions. Having enough bravery to admit to liking something soft and sweet is harder than you'd think.

Maybe during those six months after, Martin would watch the sugar dissolve into his own tea with a painful melancholy, the sweetness a bitter memory.

#This is so much soppier than the stuff I usually write‚ but the mind wants what the mind wants 😌#I was planning to write this as fluff only but that's not where it wanted to go #But God. It's literally just like Peter Lukas said‚ cos they love eachother so much and so intensely #But how much do they ever really know about eachother? It shows how much they truly love eachother who who they are #But it also makes it so much more tragic that they loved eachother so much yet they never got to know everything about the other...#Anyways that's enough of that!#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #Jmart #Jonmartin #teaholding #tma headcanons #Fun fact I actually wrote this instead of writing case studies for real life because the only academia in my brain is tma...#Also if you read this far put in the tags how many sugars you take in your tea... I'm curious...#I'm a monster so I take 3 or just pour roughly that amount into the cup :/

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mossghosst · 8 months

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we need to stop characterizing misako as a terrible mom and instead hate dr julien for deadbeat and leaving echo in that damn lighthouse

#this is /hj cause i mean echo was written #after he was gone from the narrative so like. not his fault later seasons would make him look bad in retrospect #but also that’s interesting for angst purposes #ALSO I AM MISAKOS BIGGEST DEFENDER.#yeah abandoning lloyd was shitty but she CANONICALLY deeply regrets it and #was just trying to prevent lloyd from hating his dad and having to fight him #and then she dedicated her entire life after that to trying to save him from fighting him #OVERALL her story is SO MUCH more interesting when you consider how tragic it is #also ppl act like she and llpyd hate eachother for some reason which makes no fucking sense #canonically she and llpyd have a good relationship (a better one than post oni trilogy lloyd and garmadon…)#anyway. i love misako she would’ve loved never love an anchor by the crane wives #ok rant over thanks for coming to my ted talk #anyways #ninjago #lego ninjago #dr julien #misako #echo zane

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whole-circus · 10 months

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Hihi I recently started reading your works and stchnvdhnifbmb I'm obsessed now lol

I must ask how the creeps would react to someone who was there for them before they became the way they are now? I'm quite curious (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；)

Take care and hydrate <333

Creepypastas with reader that had knew them before tragic eventes

➥ with Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, "Ticci" Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned

Ahh you waited so long for this Im so sorry!T^T

Also you guys have no idea how sweet that is! Im glad that someone likes to read my scribble! <3 Lots of love and also remember to hydrate! I choose couple of pastas, but feel free to inform me if you would like someone else!

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☆ Jeff the Killer

During one of this normal days, or maybe during calm night? You finally saw him..You were looking at eachothers, not sure what to do - sure, he may be a killer now..but this killer was once your friend? Does he even recognize you? But to your suprise, he just started laughing. It wasn't his casual maniac laughter..this one were more friendly, just like the laugh of him you remembered. The laugh of your best friend. He remembered you..and even if he is way diffrent now, then the part of him is still your best friend. You are finally something good in his miserable life, and he almost felt normal once again. Its funny how you make a man like him smile and sigh in relief, just by your presence. And he doesn't care what he did do somehow deserved you again - all he could do is being grateful for that.

☆ Homicidal Liu

You manage to meet Liu on one, ordinary night. Even if he looked, oh so diffrent, then inside you could still recognize his past self. When it comes to Liu, he couldnt believe his luck in that moment. He craves for sense of normalcy like nothing else, its his only true wish..but now you are here again? He start to remember all this nice moments from his childhood..you were in all of them! Even if he didnt recognize you at first, he felt so many strong emotions and could find something familiar..and like that after a quick chat you finally were in eachothers arms once again. There you were..his only hope and only love, you have no idea how long he had waited for you - and when he finally got you, he wont let you go again.

☆ "Ticci" Toby

After everything he had done, Toby really became all this names they used to call him in school - he was a monster, a freak in fact. Could you even look at him in the same, sweet way you used to as a kid? He was scared, constantly scared..so he didnt made a first move. Until that day. When he finally saw you again, he finally felt at peace. The feeling when you were again in his arms felt like coming home from a long journey. He was able to feel the same thing, the same love and care from you. And he already felt much better, just from seeing your smile again.

☆ Eyeless Jack

He was sure you wouldn't recognize him..now he was a monster after all, a inhuman being, a demon straight from poeple nightmares. But he wished, he dreamed that you would look at him in the same way - they way you used to when everything was normal. Meeting you again made him so incredible happy..he almost feel human again! All he could do was just hug you, and sob quietly.. you had so much to talk about, but you have time for that..the only thing that matter is you right now.

☆ Ben Drowned

Ben wasnt the same person you used to cherish and care for..shit, he wasnt even a person, a human anymore. So was he still worth of your friendship? Your sweet words and hugs? Was he even worth looking at you? But he finally decide to meet you once more, he had all eternity and he needs you to make it worth exisitng. So when he showed up at your doors? He had it all planned, the things he will do and say..but just seeing you made him tear up and look in guilt to the ground. His always cool and smug persona, was replaced with the seriousness and culpability. And when you took him into your warm embrace? When you started to shush him ,a dcomfort him? He felt at peace once again, almost like nothing else matters but you both. You already made him the happiest and nothing can compare to you, nothing else in this world.

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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cute bath with jason, candles and bubbles and light music playing and he’s sitting behind you and giving you kisses as you just talk about eachothers days

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Time Written - 10:50 p.m

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“I saw somewhere that they sell these trays that hang on the tub, like hooking on the edges. You can use it to read your book inside. With a glass of wine or tea, or scotch too.”

Rough fingers along your back rolled any remaining knots in your muscles, calloused hands gently stroking along the junction of our shoulder and neck.

“Scotch?” Jason huffs in amusement. “C’mon, y’know I’m not a scotch guy.”

“Whiskey, bourbon. Whatever,” you giggle, leaning your head forward as you swipe along any stray wet hair, only to feel his fingers completely halt.

“You forgot my tastes??” Jason expressed with complete shock at this horrifying discovery. “Baby, I’m hurt.”

Any further giggling was unavoidable as you see his face; twisted into mock pain, his lips formed into a tragic quiver as he gives his version of puppy dog eyes.

“An’ here I was, so very very proud of myself to drive all across town to that lush store you like so much, All for the bath salts!” Vocally expressing his pain, he clutched his chest in one hand, dramatically swooping his damp curls back to dress his palm over his forehead.

“Oh my god, Jason!”

“And they weren’t even on sale!” Jason continues on, leaning his head back further with feigned agony. “I spent good money on my woman, an’ she forgets that I’m a bourbon man!”

“Jason stop it!” You turn yourself just a little more, both hands coming out of the milky waters to settle along his upper arms.

“I got you that bottle of Four Roses earlier, I know what my man loves.”

Jason smirks whilst withdrawing his hands from their prior positions. He can’t help but laugh a little himself, lowering one of his hands under water to rest along your hip.

“What I love is that pretty look on your face, Doll.” He pinches your chin with feather-like softness before kissing you.

Coming home to this everyday; you, was a gift.

Getting to spend every minute in your intoxicating presence. What drug or alcohol could be possibly infect himself with when his brain provided such ecstasy with one look at you?

The lights were dimmed, the water still clung to its toasty warmth. The milky waters seeping with sweet soap, pearlescent powders, crushed oats and herbal oils.

An exquisite tastes of both lavender and honey soothing elegance, bodies dripping in glittering gold.

In some cases, you didn’t wanna do anything sexual when Jason came home. This bath, for example, both of you were naked yes, but it was possible to not think such thoughts in a precarious state.

Your one and only was home safe and sound, You loved nothing more.

Jason was more than okay with that.

If you weren’t up to it, neither was he. Vice versa.

A perfect, consensual balance.

This was much better than a book, even better than a drink. The sleep he always got after these baths were heavenly, nearly slumbering like a baby each time.

“After the day I’ve had, I prefer this right here instead of a drink.” Jason re-swipes his soaking wet hair back along his head, growing slightly irritated from his dipping curls dripping onto his face.

“What a way with words, handsome.” You smile as you turn your body slightly, letting your upper half settle more comfortably against his. His hand settles along your back, running soothing circles against your glistening skin.

“Jason.”

“Hm?”

“If I did buy you that bath tray, would this mean you’d read to me in here?”

“Probably,” he replies, pondering over which book exactly. Also if he believes he could be comfortable enough with literature in the tub.

“Might as well do some skincare too,” you ponder over the idea, to Jason’s confusion.

“Like, some eye masks or something. Make it a spa day.”

Jason remained… intrigued, adamant. Only eye masks he’s seen you use were those glittery jelly ones you put under your eyes. He’s tried them once, per your request. They weren’t bad, but he didn’t understand the uses to this day.

“You’re just giving Dick more things to talk about.” Jason chuckles, his eyes closing as your hand readjusts his sopping wet, snowy curl out of his face.

“As if he needs to know what we do. This is our time, remember?”

“Mhm.” He leans close, pressing a kiss along your cheek before leaning just a little lower, leaving a softer peck underneath your ear.

“Our time.” He murmurs, feeling your head lean against his touches.

“The day I can dress you in a bright pink robe—“

“Babe no.” Oh boy. “C’mon—“

“-With feather lining and fuzzy slippers. You’d look adorable!” Your purposefully cheery accent had him groaning your name in false irritancy against your neck, rolling his eyes.

“There’s no deal you can make with me for that to happen, Princess.”

“I can be very persuasive, Mister Todd,” your tone drops from its cheerful tease into a more slow, much familiar tune he was well accustomed to.

His chest rumbles with amusement, teal eyes narrowing with interest in your statement. You’re really eager for him to do such? Now you piqued his interest.

“I’d like to see you try, pretty girl.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #my heart did flips #I liked this too much it’s too cute

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girltigerclaw · 5 months

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breaking into ur house rn

top ten characters and bottom ten. reasons are optional

I just finished this chart thing i think i actually stole from your blog a few months ago <3 Slightly edited to my own prefs.

If anyone wants the template check the reblogs, and feel free to add you own. I'd love to see. I'm just rambling under here:

Leafpool: She is more special and sacred than the virgin mary. She has everything. Daughter of the first protagonist, ex boyfriend for me to hate, TONS of wlw situationships<3, a lifetime of tragedy, and some of the most gorgeous canon art to exist.

Crookedstar: Crookedstar is a trans woman to me. Her life is genuinely just so tragic and fucked, I love it. The erins asked: “How much truama, death and misfortune can you fit into a single cat?” and then they wrote Crookedstar’s promise.

Tawnypelt: GIRLS WHO HATE THEIR FATHERS. The erins dont love her like I do.

Tallstar: I love old men… I fucking love seeing older characters and how much they’ve changed from their younger selves. Tallstar is considered one of, if not the most peaceful leader in the clans. But also when he was like 19 he went on a quest to fucking murder a guy :3

Cloudstar: I rlly do not care abt anyone in Skyclan(I like Leafstar but she's not a fav yknow?) Cloudstar... he was based as fuck. Why did Starclan get away with this shit for real??

Scourge: It’s fucking Scourge. He’s awesome

Briarlight: I’m disabled and I love her. She has such a consistent fun, sweet personality and she makes me happy!!<3

RavenBarley: It deserves all the attention and hype it gets. Though I wish mlm ships didn’t overshadow wlw ones in this fandom, RavenBarley is genuinely well written and makes me very emotional even if the publisher didnt allow it to be explicitly canon.

CrookedBlue: TRANS WOMEN CROOKEDSTAR YURI. Two leaders having a forbidden relationship and kits is way more interesting than Oakheart. The angst of Crooked and Blue sitting next to eachother every gathering while the entire forest has their eyes on them. Don’t look for too long, don’t let the mourning slip into your voice. You have to pretend your lover is a stranger. You… have become strangers. You can never be together again. You're enemies now. This is what we wanted, isn’t it? …We’ll never be happy again.

Mothwing: Her novella delving into her relationship with Hawkfrost was so good and heartbreaking.

Heathertail: Daughter of leader, sister of a major villian, and former love interest of a protagonist! Why did she fall off the second po3 ended. She’s shown to be very compassionate and willing to put her own feelings aside for the sake of others. Would’ve honestly prefered her as a mate to Lionblaze or get a pov herself over the nothing we got.

Blackstar: *Murders an elderly woman trying to stop me from kidnapping children. Supports a dictator openly abusing/neglecting children and the elderly. Murders a man for refusing to kill mixed raced children- then tells said man’s sister that she will never be safe.* Man…. i sure do feel bad for abusing and killing all of those people…. Good thing I will face no consequences and proceed to be made leader, where I will have even more power over the wellbeing of others.

I hate. This guy.

The New Prophecy: A classic. My first series was actually tnp! i feel more attached to first arc cats tho, if you couldn't already tell by my list lmao

Johanna Map- Best Tawnypelt content out there

BlueQuince: My personal handcrafted, homemade Yuri. Bluefur feels terrible about Tiny going missing and promises Quince she’ll help her find him. They never did, but they had a very… fleeting but intimate relationship. Quince is grieving and Bluefur feels so overwhelmed by the duties in her clan. They’ve always thought of eachother since but never met again.

Tigerclaw: My name sake<3 The angst of his earlier life is so, so facinating to me. Starclan being straight fucked up and decided killing him is their only option? He was a kid and they saw him as a lost cause from the start. They never tried any other methods, never tried to steer him in the right direction or… even just take it into their own hands and kill him themself, which they have SHOWN they’re capable of.

They watched all the the horrific crimes he commited, entirely aware they were going to happen. Thats. Fucking. Horrifying. Starclan is scary as shit… and his death? FANTASTIC. I only wish he’d gotten lives from cats he killed so that him coming back to life to suffer over and over was an actual curse from Starclan and not blessings. They knew how he would die and they gave him the lives to torture him for his sins…

Flywhisker: Adhd girlies. Painfully relate to that feeling of the constant scolding for never being “good enough” because I prefer to do things a certain way or struggle to focus. So, SO happy for her when she left the clans! You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone! Hope she’s happy and warm indoors with her brother💕

(P.S. I was very suprised to find she actually had an official art piece!)

Bluestar: Get behind me women with mental disorders. I will defend you. Beautifully complex and tragic character, my favorite written in the series. Literally can't think of a single other female character in handled as seriously and with the complexity of Bluestar. (Although her super edition was a bit of an L with how others treated her, it ultimately makes her breakdown even more painful.)

Exile from Shaodwclan: Nightstar my beloved! He's such a great guy. The rightful leader of Shadowclan, always and forever.

Ravenpaw's Farewell: HE DIED IN BARLEY'S ARMS, TELLING HIM HE WILL FIND HIM, NO MATTER WHERE HE IS. FUCK.

Crookedstar art: So beautiful. I genuinely think she's one of the prettiest cats in the series. This along with her official art by Wayne Mcloughlin.

Leopardstar: As a kid I hated her and loved Blackfoot, now I hate Blackfoot and love her. #feminism. But seriously I think she has way more going for her than he ever has. Her father is a medicine cat who hates violence, the DRASTIC change in Riverclan's view of outsiders upon Crookedstar's death and her leadership. Her already having a position of power before proving she's unworthy of it. (Unlike Blackstar who gets rewarded for his racism and violence by being made leader afterwards) and the fact she has to interact with her victims on a daily basis after what she did.

The writings attempts to redeem her are really lame and dismissive of the actually damage she did, but at the very least they TRIED to do something else with her. Personally, I would have loved to see her assassinated by Mistyfoot. Just like her mother Bluestar was almost killed all those moons ago by Tigerclaw... The parallels of violence for power and violence for peace. A victim repeating the actions of the very man who killed her brother to put an end to what he started in Riverclan.... A shadow in Riverclan, if you will. (<-Pretending erin hunter has hired me to rewrite their series)

Windclan: Tunneling as a concept and inviting outsiders into their clan so friendly and casual makes the clan seems so much more diverse than the others. It always stuck out to me!

Andddd there are my current warrior cat options as of 2023! If someone actually read this whole ramble ily<3

#THANKS FOR THE ASK. sorry i wrote you a novel❤#I already wanted an excuse to just throw all my favs and thoughts into one place so i used ur ask as that lol #asks #mypost

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run-under-thestars · 6 months

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Aight. I feel like a lot of people are viewing the whole "this is the only one you get" thing the wrong way.

When I watched it (a few times) it became clear that Ashton said that referring to the moment, as in, that was the only kiss Fearne would get At That Point In Time. Because now it was time for the shard, they didn't know if they would live. Also they didn't really have time for anything else. After they kissed her, she says "well now i don't know if I want to put this in (the shard)" probably meaning *I'd much rather make out with you than this stressful thing were about to do*

Also everyone is reading way too much into a stressful 20 minutes of RP in a DnD game. The cast has said COUNTLESS TIMES that they all trust eachother completely in this game, they're adults, and if they have an issue, they'll deal with it off camera. Yeah everyone was upset at the end of the game. Becuase it was stressful to watch?! And even more so be a part of?! But so what? Pretty sure I heard Travis say "I love it". Becuase he absolutely does love chaos and intense moments at the table and big red button choices. A lot of them enjoy that. I enjoy that! It makes things interesting!

Everyone calling Ashton manipulative is reading tok much into it. These characters are complex yes, but the ACTORS portraying them are SMART and know exactly what they are doing. Taliesin is one of my favorite players at the table, and he knocks it out of the park every time. Yeah, he plays some arrogant/cocky characters, usually with a horribly tragic Backstory. Cause that's FUN!

!!!!Also want to point out that he was the ONLY PERSON that even ASKED Fearne what she wanted to do with the shard, and when she said she didn't want it and thought it should go to Ashton, thats when they decided they would take it!!!!

Everybody saying ugly shit about the characters/players needs to stop. Its a fucking game. It's a show. It's a role playing game where a big group of best friends get to play a silly (sometimes stressful but no less fun) game together. Thats why I love it. Get off your moral high horses and touch some fucking grass.

#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role #ashton greymoore #bells hells #callowmoore #fearne calloway

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Okay so i'm thinking about punkness in Atsv and i'm gonna be so real,i can't help but believe they faked out with making Gwen punk like they did Hobie-By which i mean they just gave her the aesthetic and interests but not the mentality and certain actions too.Like yes,she's got the side shave that's partially dyed an unnatural color and eyebrow piercing,the swag costume,the civillian outfits,the being a drummer in a rock band,the snark,the respectfully cheeky flirty attitude to her crushes,the tragic backstoryTM,the rebellion,all that's great and i love her so much for it!!!But at the same time,i wish they'd gone full force with it,again,like they did Hobie,especially because they're literally best friends who're heavily implied to have blooming romantic feelings for eachother and act like a couple already,including living together????I know the last bit is due to George kicking her out but A)that makes Gwen x Hobie even more of a punk x punk love story and B)should've realistically given her motivation to take part in activism like charity events and protests and to HATE COPS.That's legit the whole reason her dad's abusive,that he prioritizes the force over her but she was forced to forgive him instead of giving trans kids an incredibly important lesson that you're under no obligation to love your parents if they treat you badly because that's not what a REAL parent does

For fuck's sake,Peter B was more belivable as her dad in Itsv than George was in Atsv and looking back on it this was probably an accident but notice how not ONCE does Gwen bring up her home life!!Hm,wonder why that is considering what happens only a few months later!It feels ooc for Gwen too because in the comics,she was brutal as SHIT and it was GOOD.She was an anti-hero!!She could even qualify as a Red Hood equivalent more than B*cky B*rnes does!And i get it,they had to make her more kid friendly for a pg audience but they deadass had Hobie use the word 'fascists' onscreen and all but outright saying he killed his canon event cop via the blue laces + 'Yeah,what of it?' combo so they didn't need to take pretty much ALL her edge away other than the death subplot!She dosen't even need to kill,i would've been fine with scenes of her being a bully beater in those flashbacks and peeks into Earth 65 and some offhanded references of her and Hobie doing activism together!

Plus her and Margo not even being friends?????Complete horseshit,bonds between black girls and trans girls are basically inherent and i'm speaking from experience and Margo also deserved as much screentime as Hobs and Pav!And Hobie would NOT fucking date someone without radicalizing them,that's not my son!!!!!I finally get a canon pastel punk trans femme in a franchise i was already into only for her writers not to put their whole pussy into it to make her palpable and quirky for whites instead.Can't have shit in the multiverse

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alienssstufff · 7 months

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I need to talk about Slime’s proposal to Foolish. Yes, it can be seen as a bit of a revenge for Mariana flirting with Foolish in the past, and trying to make Mariana jealous, sure. But more than that, Slime just wants to be happy. And he sees Foolish as having that. Whereas Slime is the have-not. The beggar desperate for a crumb of happiness to be spared to him. Thinking that if only he could’ve gotten a more ‘fortunate’ pairing like Foolish and Vegetta, then maybe he wouldn’t have had to go through so much heartbreak and anguish. But the reality is, he doesn’t love Foolish in a genuinely romantic way. He doesn’t connect with him on a deeper level, as the disparity between their fortune and misfortune creates distance between them. Like how Foolish often offers Slime support, but it’s through a lens of pity / looking down on him.

The misfortune and flawedness of Mariana is EXACTLY what makes Slime so madly in love with him. Because Slime relates to that, he understands that, he connects with that in a way that he CAN’T with others. They both constantly feels like outsiders around happy, well-adjusted people. It’s their fucked up flaws, their painful experiences, their misfortune that bonds them together. It’s also why Quackity was always his closest friend, frequently bonding over how poor and tragic they both were.

LOL

yessss thats the same for him flirting and gatecrashing q!Cellbit's wedding. He doesn't love him, he barely even knows him - but he knows for sure Cellbit is leagues happier than he is... And that's not fair. A lot of the outrageous things Slime does is because it's not fair, and no one is going to do anything about that unless he makes a scene and destroys himself in the process.

The desc between what slimeriana are now is a complicated one - does he truly love her? does he truly not? Yet it's the misfortune that they are defined as that keeps pushing them together. As much as he denies his bond to q!Mariana, the world will forever dub them The Missclickers because they are simply "Made for eachother" and because no one else is deranged enough to stoop to their level.

#ask stufff #stufff rambles #qsmp spoilers #slimeriana #thinking abt that twt thats like the server wont do shit to help unless hes physically getting dying and getting corrupted in front of him #whhww and thats so sad bc like... why didnt they do this sooner Slimes a terrible liar and they knew very well hes unwell so like...#at the very least dont make jokes about his dead daughter IN FRONT of him like hello X]]???????#smth smth im shaking charlie slimecicle by the shoulders

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dumborangecat · 7 months

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Keep seeing people talk about how Betty and everyone else should have loved Ice King as he was and I wanna talk about that.

Its important to mention first that there are 2 main ideas for what the crown represents within our world, addiction or dementia.

If you're going with the addiction metaphor (which I am), then to say that Betty should have accepted Simon as he was just takes away from their characters and their arc.

In elements Betty tries to do just that, get over the fact that Simon's gone now and love him as Ice King but she can't, because fundamentally Ice King just isn't simon. He's crazy and irrational and impulsive and while he shows fatherly traits (to Gunter and sometimes marcy) he isn't nearly as caring as Simon was, especially towards Betty.

Betty says it herself "being with you is like looking at my old life through a fun house mirror. It's driving me mad." Ice King being with Betty and being around Betty is actively detrimental to her mental health, and if she hadn't left when she did It would have hurt ice king too.

Because the crown represents addiction, of course its going to hurt both Simon and his friends/family, because that's what happens with addicts in the real world. For adventure time to push a narrative where everyone accepts ice king as the crazy, unhealthy and not good for anyone (besides maybe gunter) person he is would be very wrong and out of character. It'd be like saying you should accept any loved ones who do drugs as the person they are while on drugs despite the fact that person is hurting both themselves and you. It's not a good message to say the least.

It also takes away from there overall relationship and arc, Betty can't settle for a warped, different and crazy version of Simon, she loves her Simon, and if the roles were reversed it would be th exact same. That's what makes their relationship so special and tragic, they love eachother so much and are completely unwilling to let the other go even when it's the best thing for both of them. For Betty to accept and love Simon as ice king would ruin that.

(I know other characters like finn and Jake accept and befriend Simon as ice king, but that's all they've known him as. Even if they know that's not who Simon truly is, knowing Is entirely different to actually being there and seeing who Simon used to be)

I mentioned the 2 crown metaphors earlier so I'll circle back to that. When talking from a 'the crown represents dementia' viewpoint things do change a bit, which ice kings madness no longer being something horrible he brought upon himself (like addiction) but instead more of a tragic accident. However this doesn't change the fact that ice king is still unhealthy for Betty (and himself) and that her loving him would undermine both their characters and their relationship.

Though it is sweet to think about Betty loving him for who he is now, to say it should have happened and the show would be better with it is just incorrect. Also it would kinda ruin the impact if ice king turning back into Simon at the shows end.

That's all goodbye

#adventure time #simon petrikov #ice king #betty grof #petrigrof

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sporkberries · 1 year

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Hello! Do you have any recommendations for Roy Harper reading? I'm not bothered about which continuity or where, just if you had a suggestion for where you think he's best 👀

If you wanna go back to some older stuff you can check out the silver age green arrow comics and Teen Titans 1966, I'm not the BIGGEST fan of TT 1966 but it does have some cute and funny moments. I mainly read Bronze Age to Modern age so we'll go with that moving forward. Green Lantern(1960) #85-86 This is Snow Birds don't fly and Roy's most iconic story, It introdcues Roy's struggle with heroin and is pretty sympathetic to addicts which was QUITE the big deal at the time. I also think its important for to me say Ollie is not the best parent in this one, he reacts out of anger and is incredibly upset with both Roy and himself for Roy's addiction. OLLIE DOES LOVE ROY AND IS USUALLY QUITE A GOOD PARENT, THIS IS ONE MOMENT THAT DOES NOT DEFINE HIM OR HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ROY. MUST READ not just for Roy but for comic book history in general Action Comics(1939) #32 This one is a small one shot thats post snowbirds. Roy is on his own but it shows that he and Ollie still care about eachother and that Ollie really misses Roy. The New Titans(1984) #20-21 THE REVEAL OF LIAN'S EXISTENCE !!!!! ALSO JADEROY!! also itty bitty robin Jason is in this story. ABSOLUTE MUST READ Action Comics(1938) #613-618 I LOVE THIS STORY I LOVE THIS STORY I LOVE THIS STORY. It hurts me but i love it... Jade and Roy and Lian... It also shows how Roy ended up getting Lian. other than that I will say no more... ABSOLUTE MUST READ Titans(1999) #1-2 Lot's of Cute content with Roy and Lian here. I wouldn't consider it an absolute must read but again its fucking adorable so i recommend it. Titans(1999) #6 Donna Kyle and Roy beat up a Nazi with a tragic backstory or whatever, meanwhile Lian is being babysit by someone her mom has personally affected.

Titans(1999) #8-13 JADEROY!!! JADEROY!!!! LIAN!!!! Deals with the aftermath of the previous rec. Also some DonnaRoy which is admittedly cute. This story kinda covers all the moral complications of Roy and Jade and Lian. How Jade's crimes affect them all, as well as how Roy feels about Jade. I would consider this one a must read. Titans(1999) #21-22 Aftermath of previous rec, Chesire is being held to be tried. I realize a lot of these recs are relate to JadeRoy and Lian but they are so important to his character. If you enjoyed the previous story read this one, but i wouldn't recommend it in a vacuum. Titans(1999) #30 More JadeRoy, I am predictable. This is Jade's trial. If you like the previous two storylines read this. It makes me sad it makes me emo I love Jade so much and she went through so much and it doesnt excuse here actions but it still hurts. Roy makes a decision. Roy appears prominently in The Outsiders but i haven't read it all yet so i can't speak on it. Green Arrow(2001) 1-10 This is an ArrowFam MUST READ. Ollie returns from the dead, mia is introduced, Ollie and Connor, and Ollie reuinites with Roy and Dinah. It's very good. Green Arrow(2001) #16-21 General ArrowFam goodness. Ollie and Roy Goodness. Just,,, emotions.... Ollie is Roy''s dad... I weep...

Justice Leauge of America(2006) #1 Roy and his Uncle Hal :). Also Roy joins the JLA

There's more probably but this list is getting pretty full. These are also all in chronological order so :333. as a sort of anti- recommendation if you want to read an absolutely awful roy that is horrible in every way and want to be mad about it read rhato. its awful!

#spork says stuff #reading recs #roy harper #jade nguyen #jaderoy #lian harper #arrowfam

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malereadermaniac · 1 year

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Drunk words are Sober thoughts ~ Your crush x Male Reader

Crushing on a straight guy is a tragic yet wholesome part of every gayboy's formative years, however the lucky few's straight crushes turn out to be a little more bent than they originally thought...

(Y/c) and you had gotten close over the past few weeks

Ever since your eyes landed on his (h/c) hair and attractive figure in the one class you two shared, you made it your mission to befriend him

So you did

You grabbed a seat near him and did your best to draw subtle attention to yourself

You participated as much as you could in class

Talked just a tad but louder to your friend next to you

And caught his eye at every chance you got

And it worked out for you

The two of you started to toss banter around between the two of you

Joke about the teacher being shit at his job

And even chat about clothing, clubs and work

(Y/c) and you actually became good friends, to the point where you two would look for eachother at parties to chat

Even your other friends noticed how friendly the two of you were towards eachother

But it never went further than that

Although you yearned for it to

You wished every night and day that (y/c) liked you back

But you and everyone else on planet earth was convinced he was as straight as a ruler

Many weeks had passed, the two of you starting to hang out outside of school and parties, just the two of you

(Y/c) would even visit you at work once a week, tease that he had the afternoon off and give you cookies from the store over for your lunch break dessert

(Y/c) is kind to you

Truth be told, he took a liking to you

He was never like this with his other friends, but it never clicked to him why he was so fond of you

He would tell himself it was just because he saw you as a little brother

But deep down he felt it was more than that

Tonight, you had invited the (h/c) to watch a movie and get drunk

It was the weekend after all and there was no party to attend

Of course, (y/c) agreed and was over an hour early

Just because "He had nothing else to do" he totally didn't rush out of the house after making sure he looked and smelled good to get to see you as quick as he humanly could

You picked out a typical action that the two of you could enjoy and busted out the alcohol

Pretty run of the mill shit, just some bears for (y/c) and vodka for the two of you to enjoy

3 shots in, your face was reddening and the movie was getting louder and brighter for no apparent reason

(Y/c) on the other hand wasn't affected by the movie

Instead, he couldn't take his tipsy eyes off of you, drifting between your flushed features to your slightly damp skin to the skin-tight dress shirt you had worn tonight

Two more shots in and the both of you were pretty far gone, movie long forgotten and music now playing from your phone as the two of you stared at eachother and talked about shit

(Y/c) was a lot slower at replying though

Because his attention was almost fully on admiring you, as a friend

Totally as just a friend

But man was his close friend pretty

(Y/c) liked your hair

He also loved how your lips were more parted than usual due to the alcohol

And he admired how effortlessly pretty you looked, with your shirt slightly unbuttoned and your head resting on your fist

"You good, (y/c)?" You ask

Snapping him out of his daze

"Yeahhh... I'm good, (Y/n)... (Yyyyy/n) hehe..." He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear

"You've got a pretty name... pretty name for a pretty guy" the (h/c) says a little louder than needed

"Thank you, (y/c)~ let's get you some water" you say with a chuckle and get up

But as you go to walk to the kitchen, (y/c)'s hand is around your wrist and pulling you down to him

"Nah nah... stay, I feel good when I'm near you" (y/c) says

His face is too close to yours

Not in an uncomfortable way but in a way that makes you question his sexuality

"(Y/c) this isn't funny" you say with an awkward smile, tugging your hand to try and escape his warm touch that you've wanted this whole time

"I'm not joking though... y'know I always... thought I saw you as a little brother to... protect y'know.. but now I..."

"I'm gonna stop you there! You're drunk, you aren't thinking straight and you look pale, let's get you to the bathroom" you say quickly

You wanted to let him finish, but you couldn't do that to yourself

You couldn't go through the whole process of him telling you to forget it once he got Sober

After a trip to the bathroom, which ended up with (y/c) throwing up and crying a little

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor

You forced (y/c) to brush his teeth but he couldn't, so you did it for him

His eyes locked onto you while you brushed his teeth, his face blushing a faint pink

After, the two of you talked about earlier

But to your surprise he didn't take his words back

Instead, (y/c) teared up and hugged you

He rested his head on you as he cried

No words, just quiet tears as you hugged him

He hated that his strong man reputation was crumbling infront of you

But he loved every second of the cuddles he was getting from you

"(Y/c)... listen I-"

"Please don't (Y/n). I meant every word I said and I especially meant the words you didn't let me say..."

His hand was now on your cheek, you admired his face, slightly puffy from his crying and lips looking as kissable as ever

Before you could even register what was happening, his lips were on yours

You closed your eyes and let yourself go

You had been responsible enough tonight, it was time to let loose

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fluff #cute gay #your crush #male crush #crush x male reader #crush x reader #imagine #oneshot #mlm love

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skylarkking · 3 months

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Ships that make me go FERAL. 🔞

Tfp Ratchet x Optimus. These two... oh my fucking God these two. I imagine Ratchet being a valvedom here and having Optimus on a leash as foreplay whenever the pair were alone with eachother. Like just the thought of Optimus whimpering for release as Ratchet touches every sensitive spot on him. Fucking amazing. Plus there is such a gay romance between them in tfp that makes my heart go wee!

Tfa Shockwave x Blurr. Tiny doms are my FAVORITE thing. Blurr being absolutely tiny compared to Shockwave yet being able to make the Decepticon become a begging whining mess is just *chefs kiss*. I also think this ship would be one of those super tragic ones if it ever happened in cannon and I think it came about because of how Shockwave's voice somewhat wavered when he crushed Blurr.

MTMTE Megatron x Rung. *incoherent feral goblin noises*

Armada Megatron x Optimus. Now let me explain something to you all. This show (at least the English dub) is RIDDLED with homoerotic sexual tension. In all other continuities that I've seen thus far (aside from MTMTE and MAYBE earthspark [which idk because I have yet to watch earthspark]) when Optimus fucking dies the Megatron of that continuity REJOICES! But Armada Megatron? No, he fucking MOURNS! He straight up cries out for him and has a massive "I've won, but at what cost?" Moment.

Cyberverse Hot Rod x Soundwave. Do I need to explain myself with this one? Of course I do because I'm a fucking degenerate! I KNOW these two bastards have the nastiest, angriest interface sessions EVER! I'm talking full on BDSM shit where it's not just a frag session, but a battle of dominance. At first these sort of things were merely angry frags just to get off, but over time they became ADDICTED to eachother. So much so that the hate slowly became love. And when Soundwave sacrificed himself and was no more, I think a piece of Hot Rod died with him.

G1 Starscream x Skyfire. Look okay just... just listen. I headcannon that for YEARS Starscream blamed himself for the disappearance of Skyfire and that made him extremely cold on the inside. When the Decepticons found Skyfire Starscream literally was battling with guilt the entire time and was doing everything to make amends with the one he loved only to lose him again. This time, to the Autobots.

BW Dinobot x Rattrap. Gotta love a good hate fuck.

Cyberverse chromia x windblade. THESE TWO! AHHHHHHH GIVE ME THE LESBIAN LOVE THEY DESERVE EACHOTHER OMG!!!! I ENVY I ENVY I FUCKING ENVY!

Tfa Lockdown x Swindle. Fucking greedy little leeches the both of them. They would have the roughest interface and Lockdown would have to gag Swindle to prevent the bot from trying to negotiate (since he HAS to make a deal due to his greed programming that is hardwired into him). But despite being rough with eachother I think they genuinely love eachother. They just are too prideful to fully say it.

#transformers #transformers headcanons #valveplug #hi mom

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child-of-the-danube · 6 months

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So this is truly it, huh? Just like that, no more Doom Patrol?

I don't think I can completely explain how I feel about the show as a whole and how much it means to me, but this final episode just left me empty for both good and bad reasons.

WARNING!!! SPOILERS INCOMING!! DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE YET!

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The whole Immortus/Butts resolution felt like such a cop-out. Immortus just going "Nah, you know what, I'm fine. Here's your longevity. Oh, and I'm besties with the Butts now. Too-da-loo 🥰" after being presented as their biggest threat ever? Meh

It would have been more cathartic had they somehow defeated Immortus when she was occupied with the Butts and got the longevity thingy off her neck to then run home only to find Rita already dead with Laura frozen with shock/grief beside her. To have them think they managed one more victory but with their biggest loss yet. And for Rita and Laura, the moments before she died could have been used to have a proper conversation and resolution between them. I would have loved if the final scene between them (and with alive non-ghost Rita in general) would have been Laura bringing her the Immortus nail just for Rita to decline cause she's at peace with dying. Even a simple "You're forgiven" would have been enough. And what was the point of telling Laura she's part of the Doom Patrol now to go "Yeah, you should all go your own way now" five minutes after she kicked the bucket???

Vic's ending was expected. It was obvious from the start that he would make it. And I'm glad cause he deserves happiness and to build a future that HE feels is right for him finally.

I'm also delighted Jane (a.k.a just K now) got her happiness both within herself and with Casey. And she's the only one we saw on screen saying goodbye to at least one person properly. Her and Cliff's realtionship was one of my absolute favourite things about the show.

Seems I managed to guess Larry's ending almost exactly. It was so sweet and beautiful. He didn't just return to space with Keeg but Rama as well. Can't lie, I've shed some tears during that scene. And his moment with ghost Rita... 12/10 wouldn't change anything about it

Cliff's ending is my favourite and the one that got me bawling my eyes out. "It's ok. I made it home" Uhm, excuse me?????? How dare the writers break my heart like that???? I am unwell and will need 5-7 business days to recover from it. Poetic, beautiful, amazing, showstopping etc. I love Cliff so fucking much

Dorothy who? Guess she just fell off the Earth after Immortimas

Also, Shelley? Never heard of her. Try looking in the woods when it gets foggy maybe 🤷

I guessed Rita would definitely die too but her whole "Each of you will be better off on your own" turnaround just didn't sit right with me. She's the one that spent her life keeping this little, broken, miserable bunch of just the unluckies motherfuckers known to the world together and managed to create a family that loves and supports eachother to death and THIS is her conclusion?? That they should just disband? Nope, not buying it. I guess it's somehow a way of telling that now the one that held them together, the heart of the show if you will, is gone that it's all done but I feel like that's a an insult to the rest of them and to the strength of their bond. Yes, Rita's insistence brought them together at first, but they've grown and gotten close so much since then even without her interfering in their one-on-one relationships. It just doesn't feel right. I also knew we'd get a Malcolm reunion scene but am I the only one that doesn't really care about him? Tbh, we didn't get to know much about him beside the fact that he was Rita's lover that tragically died. I just can't care about a character I know nothing about. I guess have fun posthumously frolicking in a field, Rita and Malcolm 🤷

So Jane got Casey and her sanity, Larry got Keeg and Rama, Vic got his friends and students, Cliff got see his family, their future and die peacefully beside them, Rita got to reunite with the love of her life in eternity and Laura got to, uhm, *checks notes*, play with a flamethrower? Like, ok, I do dig that she got to destroy the place that ruined her whole life guns a-blazing but what exactly does she get to do later on? The ones who remained alive all got someone to share their new found joy with, a proper plan for the future, they're at peace. Laura didn't get to neither truly reconcile with Rita, nor the Sisterhood, and now the only people she felt close to either died or went their own way without a true goodbye. What, pray tell, does her future look like beside, once again, loneliness and grief???? I fucking hated her ending. Give us a Laura de Mille spin-off, you cowards. Make it right...

#doom patrol #doom patrol spoilers #doom patrol finale spoilers #doom patrol season 4 #doom patrol 4x12 #rita farr #april bowlby #jane #diane guerrero #cliff steele #brendan fraser #larry trainor #matt bomer #victor stone #cyborg #joivan wade #laura de mille #madame rouge #michelle gomez

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theamazingellie · 4 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Once more to see you - Tigris Snow

summary - Tigris and the reader who have a complicated relationship hook up at a party.

warning - NSFW, Top!reader but kinda switchy Tigris, reader is GN! but also has a pussy, sapphic yearning, reader has a strap, also the reader is kind of an asshole pairing - Tigris x GN!reader a/n - sum of y’all sleeping on Tigris. So i decided to sleep with Tigris to make up for it, sue me.

Tigris Snow got along almost naturally with everyone she came across.

She was always polite and showed interest in what they were saying and, most times, she was treated kindly by other people because of this attitude. Needless to say, people liked Tigris, and Tigris liked people.

In most cases.

In this case, it was simple; you annoyed her. Any attempt she made to be kind was met by a smartass comment. Which was followed up by a prissy scoff, which most likely triggered another irritating remark from you.

Your sheer existence infuriated Tigris and she was sure you felt the same about her.

In her opinion that’s what made the current situation so ironic.

“Jesus,” she hissed. “For the love of god, at least lock the door.”

“What? You embarrassed of me?” You smiled in her direction and she rolled her eyes and did her usual scoff.

You looked like you were about to say something else so she grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her in further, leaning up against the wall.

She deepened the kiss and tangled her fingers in your hair. Your hands shifted down but just high enough not to be groping her ass.

The affair had been going on for a little over a month now. It started at a particularly rowdy party thrown by Festus. Although Tigris, and many others, thought Festus was a total douchebag, she figured one party couldn’t hurt.

That was not the case. The most unfortunate part about you and hers arrangement was that you were both completely sober when in happened. In a mansion full of drunk people, you two hooked up, completely sober.

How tragic, Tigris thought.

She would have found this memory more troubling if your attention hadn’t shifted to her open neck. She bit her lip as your soft kissing had turned into not-so-soft love bites.

Much like the first time, you were both at a party, although much classier than any of the ones before. Neither of you had fully expected to see eachother here but, silently, both of you held out hope for another stolen moment.

Her hands started to untuck your shirt from your pants and trail up the skin under your blouse. You planted a kiss on her chin, cheek, and lips as your fingers unbuttoned her shirt.

You paused and looked tigris in the eye. Her lips were slightly puckered and her eyes met your with confusion, partly expecting an unfunny statement about the situation. Instead, you broke your usual cocky character.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You thought it was an important question to ask, so you made sure to ask every time you and Tigris did this.

Even if you initially aimed to make Tigris, the nicest person you know, irritated in the slightest way, making her uncomfortable was not on the agenda.

Just like all the times before, if Tigris has any doubts about whatever you two were about to do, they went away after that question.

“No, the opposite, please,” she panted and pulled you in for another kiss while you continued unbuttoning her shirt.

“Yes ma’am,” although you smiled into the kiss as you said it, the comment sounded almost condescending.

Tigris pulled back a moment and when she saw the stupid smirk on your face she knew it was incredibly condescending. She scowled at you for a millisecond before leaning in again.

You dodged the kiss ever so slightly, “Careful, Tigris, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me or something.” The small laugh that followed was absolutely infuriating.

That does it. Tigris pushed you down on the nearest chair and took a seat on your lap.

“Do you ever stop talking?” She hissed.

Oh, and that did something to you. The fact the you were the only person out there that could make sweet Tigris Snow speak with such venom. You brought out a side of her you were sure almost nobody had seen before.

Tigris Snow, who would rather drop dead on the street than so much as frown at someone who didn’t deserve it. Well, you must have deserved it because she was grinding on your thigh and biting down on your neck so hard you could practically see irritation in her face.

Before you knew it she was unbuttoning your pants and kissing you. Happily, almost smuggly because of what you’ve accomplished, you kissed back.

“You wore a strap to a dinner party?” She questioned, tilting her head as if she was genuinely perplexed instead of increasingly excited.

“I’m no amateur,” you deadpan. “I’m always prepared for hot lesbian sex.”

“Shut up, you goof,” her comment came out sweeter than she intended and she pressed into another kiss.

This kiss was more intimate, slower, even. For a moment you could have pretended you two were more than just a fling.

You stopped yourself before you could think more about it and slide your hand under Tigris’s skirt. She couldn’t help but giggle and toy with the waistband of your underwear, before pulling them down and revealing the strap. Then, with your help, she slides down her panties.

She bites back a moan when she sits on your strap. When you start moving your hips she buries her head in your neck and lets out a few giggles that turn into high pitched whines. If there’s one thing you love about Tigris, it’s her beautiful noises.

“God, you sound so pretty, baby.”

Tigris moans and wraps her arms around your neck, grinding down on your strap. She picks up the pace and starts riding your strap faster. Her giggly whimpers coming out faster and faster.

The strap rubs against your cunt while she bounces on you, clinging to your neck while she goes up and down rapidly. You keep up with her as much as you can, bucking your hips up further into her tight pussy.

“Fuck,” you hiss out, “Damn, Tig, you’re really eager aren’t you?” You try to hold back a moan from the way she looks, riding your cock for seemingly her own pleasure.

She moans more frequently and more loudly and she goes. Your hands go to her hips as if to try to slow her down a little bit, but you wouldn’t dare ask.

Tigris slinked her arms back from around your neck and held your face by your cheeks. Not so witty now, huh? she thought. Despite her usual annoyance with you she decided to bite back that comment and exchange it for a slow kiss on the lips.

Your hips bucked up and her pussy slammed down onto your strap, making her whine into your mouth.

When you break the kiss, her hand finds yours. You kiss up her arm until they wrap around your neck again.

Her voice was breathy and light, “God, I’m close.”

“Whenever you want, baby,” you pant back.

Her moans grew longer and more desperate as she slammed onto your cock. Finally she let out one finally whine before letting go. Her hips slowly stopped moving and she sat in your lap, clinging you breathlessly.

She pulled back and looked at you. Her appearance was disheveled, stray pieces of hair sticking to her damp forehead, her cheeks glistening with fresh tears, and her lips red and swollen from kissing.

If this had been another night, or maybe even the height of her climax, you would have told her she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Instead, you settled for, “I wonder if the other people at the party will ask how good you just got laid.”

With that moment over, she groaned, and hopped off your lap.

“Because,” you continued, “from the looks of it, I bet it was pretty good.” Your smile fades when you see her collecting herself in the mirror, realizing how terribly wet you still are.

“Hey, tig, don’t I get a turn?” you bat your eyes and smile.

She smiles back sweetly, in a way that would almost look genuine if she didn’t start walking towards you like she was actually a wildcat circling a good cut of meat.

“Maybe if you’re nice, i’ll repay you when we get home.” She said it so kindly you almost said thank you.

With a kiss on your cheek, and a newly freshened up look, she walked out the door and back into the party. You smile as she leaves.

“Yes ma’am.”

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas x reader #tigris snow #tigris x reader #tigris snow x reader #lesbian nsft #wlw #smut #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #wlw x reader #tigris deserves the world

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forestshadow-wolf · 6 months

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Thoughts on "In a week" by Hozier because @rainerestored has infected my brain (like a bastard (affectionate)) (I blame you)

I have many many thoughts on this, and they're all competing, and not all of them go together so... vvv

Also idk how to explain this but Hozier is a Ghost-coded soapghost artist and The Crane Wives is a soap-coded soapghost artist

Ok onto my poorly strung together thoughts

(1)

So this song give me what I like to call "fatalistic love" vibes. And by this I don't mean that they love eachother so much that it kills them or that it kills each other. I mean I think that when they die it will be with them too young, but side by side.

I think when they die it will with bleach white skeletal hand in bleach white skeletal hand. With just the barest layering of rich, dark, earth- soil ocvering their bones. It'll stretch over their bones like a layer of earthen skin, connecting them together forever.

They'll have the most peaceful-unpeaceful death. It'll be on a battlefield of death that won't ever be touched after the last stray bullet is fired.

Their bodies will be forgotten, holding eachother. They will be a moment of peace in the midst of chaos. The earth around them will be torn and scarred, and tragic. Grass will grow over their skeletons, claiming them for the wildlife now.

And then when the earth reclaims it's ruins, rainbow beetles will become their new eyes. And a pair of mated red foxed will nest between their ribcages. And as the foxed grow they will move on to a bigger home, to a burrow. And a pair of lapwing birds will build a nice nest atop their hearts amongst the lush grasses that have grown around them.

Life will move on and it will whisk them along as well, even after their deaths, ESPECIALLY after their deaths.

(2)

Also I think about them running off base for like 2 days or something without telling anyone, even price.

They go to alaska or somewhere, where they can see the stars for like 90+ percent of the day. (This is important)

They pack a car-load of snacks and drive out to the middle of nowhere. The lay in the dew-damp grass, stargazing for hours on end.

They just needed to get away from the battlefield, all the noises, and bloodshed, and protocols, and responsibilities.

Neither can remember who planted the spark, but they took it and ran, coaxing it into a raging bonfire until they couldn't fight the urge to just GO

They both shed their titles, and technology, and namesakes for a bit. They're just john and simon out there. They become a part of nature for a bit.

They watch little lightning bugs flying around. And the little nighttime creatures creep out to say hello to the world.

They lay in the grass, hand in hand, breathing in the dew-y breeze, and they could both imagine laying here for eternity.

Eventually they do have to go back. They take their time. Lingering and taking as many stops as possible.

I think, when they get back, price was gonna yell at the. For leaving without notice, but then he sees them and he just smiles. Because they look... lighter. Simon looks the happiest he's ever seen him be. And soap is leaning his head on Simon's shoulder, and Simon's head rests on soap's. Price just welcomes them back, and redirects as many missions as he can to other task forces because he's never seen his boys so as peace.

[This one kinda ran away from me and I forgot what I was saying but you get it...]

There's more to this but I'm gonna make it a pert 2 bc this got kinda long

#hozier #“in a week” by hozier #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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Great! So you are open for request!!

Um can I request a legend of zelda (botw one)

With Impa! x knight female reader (who's link's older sister) and in the battle of calamity impa thought that her s/o (they were dating) had died with the other champion because the reader were assigned to help mipha and thought the readed drowned but instead had a fairy friend to help to revive s/o from the gift the princess had given her.

So when link wakes up 100 yrs later the female night also wakes up with no memory and so when link and accidentally bumped into eachother to find the same location they run into impa who was absolutely stunned to see link and of course her lover alive and well.

But since the age gap the s/o just accepts the thought how they can never be together but tends to help around the village and help link to save hyrule...sorry if that's too long (the point I want it to be kinda angst seeing that they can never be in the same relationship so they both have to move on with their tragic ending.. if you want to add ib some flashbacks from the past with young impa and all that's fine just olease make it angst

A Different Time (Impa x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗮 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The way she holds your hand brings back terrifying feelings of love and happiness. And what makes it so terrifying is the fact that you know now they belong to a different time.

A much, much, much different time.

“When will you be setting out again?” Impa’s quiet voice does very little to break the still silence between the two of you, but it has you turning your eyes to look at her figure right beside you anyways. But no matter how many times you pray to goddesses you only know by name, the image of the woman everyone said you had fallen head over heels for does not sit in the old lady’s place. And she never will. “I heard the weather tomorrow will be dreary. Only the early morning will be spared by the rain.”

“Ah,” You hum, making a thoughtful sound at the newly presented information. “It depends if I could get Link to wake up on time. You know how he sleeps whenever we manage to score a real bed for the night. Though I suppose I’m not much better!”

You end your joking jab you and your brother with a light laugh. One that Impa shares with you, light and gentle. But once again, you’re haunted by this feeling of familiarity. That you had heard this sound thousands and thousands of times before. But you know you haven’t heard it as much as your heart tells you. Not the laugh that exists as it does now. A different one. One that belongs to a much, much, much different time.

A time you wish nothing more than to have the chance to go back to.

It’s a constant desire. A burning one. And it comes out on nights like this. Nights where you and your brother visit Kakariko village to restock and regroup. In between restful periods of sleep on soft cots inside of warm inns, you and Link find yourself helping out around the village. Every you’re feeding animals, or tending to gardens, or fixing furniture, or fetching items. The Sheikah work you long, and they work you hard, but you don’t mind. You never do. They’ve shown you such kindness and such support throughout the early days of your journey. They’ve helped your brother navigate a land that feels oh-so foreign after 100 years of sleep. They’ve helped you find a reason to keep fighting. To keep protecting. They’ve even helped you and Link regain some of your memories. But in some ways, you wish they hadn’t even tried at all.

On nights like this, you climb up on the roof of Impa’s house. It used to take very little thought. Very little concentration. It seemed like something innate. Something that was almost second nature to you the first time you climbed her roof. You could pick out the strongest parts and avoid the weakest ones like it was nothing. You could do it all so with one hand as a torch occupied the other. And you could do it like magic.

When you were just in training- years and years and years before knighthood- you remember just how skilled you were at climbing. Even though your memories are scarce, you like to imagine that there were some nights when you were young and didn’t have the weight of the world upon your shoulders, you would sneak out of your barracks and scale every single obstacle in your way just for a night out with your friends. You like to think Impa was one of those people you spent those nights with.

But everything changed when Impa caught you climbing her roof one night. You came apologetically- promising that you didn’t mean her any harm and that you won’t ever do it again. She asked you what you were doing up there, and so you told her the truth: you loved the view of the sky from her rooftop. You love how the moonlight hits it just right and how the stars seem to tinkle the best at that angle in this part of the kingdom. But most of all? You tell her how you know you must have missed the sky, and the moon and all its stars when you were trapped underground, sleeping for a hundred years.

So Impa asked you to take her with you the next time you climbed her roof. And when you asked her why, she said the answer was simple.

“Because I missed you too.”

Now, every time you climb her roof, you continue to do so with one hand. But this time, the torch sits in your mouth, clenched between your teeth as your other hand reaches behind you and secures the small, old lady on your back. You try not to think about the sudden flashbacks you get in the moments like this. Memories that try to bubble their way up your throat into your mind whenever you perform an action a little too close to the past. You try not to think about how you know you used to do this for Impa- the Impa you knew. But the one on your back is much smaller. Much lighter.

She belongs to a much different time. It’s not one that you belong to too. Even so…

…it was still you who began to hold her hand every night after that.

It happens only when you both settled onto the roof and began to look up. You’ll breathe in the air of the night, and all it has to offer. You’ll hear the sounds of nature around you’ll drown yourself in their serenity. And then you’ll grab her hand. A light grip. A loose one even. As if you’re prepared to let her slip away. You’ve never once looked at her hands when you did this. Just like you never once looked at her face and hope for a reaction either. Just like she never once did the same. You just let her hand exist in yours.

And you try not to tell yourself that they’re still in the hands of the woman you fell in love with. The powerful girl in your snippets of memories. The beautiful woman that exists in your fleeting flashbacks. Because even if they do- even if it’s the exact person, the exact Impa, you fell in love with- it will never be the same. Because your Impa belonged to a much different time. A time that was robbed of you. A time that you long for. A time you should have cherished more.

And a time that you will never be able to return to. Never.

“Oh, yes… I remember quite a bit about you and your brother's sleeping habits when we were growing up.”

No matter how many times you sit underneath the moon and cry.

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