#I'm actually really happy with how this turned out

[scuderiahalf]

brother's prejudice — max fewtrell

pairings. max fewtrell x norris!fem!reader, lando norris x twin!fem!reader

summary. you have always been happy to support lando in any way you can but when he can't give that same support back when your relationship with his best friend is revealed, you're left wondering if your relationship with your twin brother will ever be the same. 4.2k, 18+

playlist. "idfc" by blackbear, "the heart wants what it wants" by selena gomez, "our song" by taylor swift, "it will come back" by hozier, "make me like you" by gwen stefani

warnings. lando's a bit of a dick but he makes up for it, censored oral (male receiving)

. . .

"Do you want me to suck your dick or do you want to watch Markiplier?"

"Do you want an honest answer?"

You huffed, and started to get out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

"No, baby, I'm just kidding."

Max grabbed hold of your hand before you even fully got to your feet. He tugged you back onto the mattress, pushed you down and hovered over you.

"You're too late. The moment is gone," you said.

"I'm sorry."

He tried to kiss you but only got your cheek when you turned your head to the side.

"Baby, don't be like that. C'mon."

He kissed your neck and your breath caught in your throat because you were just a girl. You were just a weak girl when it came to Max.

"I love you," he said into the skin of your neck.

"Hm," you pretended to consider it, "Apology accepted. Lay down, drama queen."

You pushed at Max's shoulder and he let you get on top of him. You grabbed a hair tie from the nightstand to pull your hair back with.

Max let his hands slide under your shirt—which was actually his shirt, which was why he was only in his sleep shorts at the moment. He freely let himself feel you up as you tied your hair up, squeezing your thighs and hips, your ass and up to your boobs.

"You've got to stop groping me if you want me to give you a blowjob."

"But you know how much I love groping you."

You laughed and pulled his hands out of your shirt. You intertwined your fingers with his, leaned down to kiss his nose.

"You're really making it seem like you don't want me to suck you off."

"I never said that."

You kissed the knuckles on each of Max's hands before shimmying further down the bed, pulling the blankets with you. Soon, the only sounds in the room were Max's sighs of pleasure and the lewd, wet noises coming from your mouth.

Then, someone with the spare keycard to Max's hotel room unlocked the door and entered without knocking.

"Max, mate, the plane's leaving at ten, not eleven, apparently. I tried texting you in the group chat but—what. The. Fuck."

Thank god Lando was a naturally loud individual, giving just enough time for you to sit up and wipe your mouth, for Max to pull his shorts back up. You both faced Lando with similar caught expressions, still tangled up in bed together but thankfully without your lips currently around Max’s dick.

"Are you actually kidding me? My sister? What the fuck, mate?"

You jumped in to try and defuse the situation before it escalated. "Lando, just wait a second. Let me explain—"

Lando cut you a harsh glare. "I'm not fucking talking to you. We can talk about you acting like a slag later."

You drew back, more than a little hurt at your twin's words and the tone in which he said them.

"Don't talk to her like that," Max stood up for you.

"That's really what you're worried about right now?"

"That you're calling your sister a slag? Yeah, it is."

"What the fuck is going on? You get busy with the one girl that has always been off limits and you think you're some sort of knight in shining armor?"

"Let's just all wait a second. Yeah? Let's just take a breath."

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“Lando, if you think—“

“Please don’t argue, Max—“

“He’s being a fucking dick to you, Y/N—“

“I’m being the dick? You’re shagging my sister—“

“That’s no excuse to talk to her like that—“

“It’s not like that—“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Lando, just listen—“

“Ten months.”

You close your eyes.

“TEN MONTHS!”

The flight back home was going to be a long one.

.

“You really don’t have to come.”

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do but… Lando is going to be there.”

“And you don’t trust him not to cause a scene?”

“I don’t know if I trust either of you not to get into a shouting match in front of our parents.”

You were already dressed and ready to go to your parents for dinner. You sat on the bathroom counter as Max finished getting ready. He was fixing his hair, the last step before he would be done, also.

You watched as the gentle, concentrated furrow in his brow deepened to one of anger. “He called you a slag, Y/N. I don’t care if he’s your brother; that’s not okay.”

“He said I was acting like a slag—“

“Same difference.”

“—and he didn’t mean it. He was just caught off guard. I did go behind his back…”

“Don’t paint him as the victim. Admittedly, we probably should have told him sooner but that doesn’t mean he gets it be a dick about it.”

Max momentarily abandoned his hair to squeeze your knee.

“You have to stop making excuses for him.”

“He’s my brother.”

“And he has always walked all over you. When was the last time he properly apologized to you for anything?"

“Max…”

This wasn’t the first time Max had brought this up and every time, you deflected or excused everything Max tried to shine a light on. Lando was Max’s best friend but he was your brother, your twin brother. You had never not known him.

Lando was integral in who you were as a person. You were made as a pair. You grew up as a pair. You had always had each other. He was your built in best friend. You always had his back, no matter what.

If you were a pushover, if you let Lando tease you and speak to you in ways you’d never let anyone else, if you tolerated things from him you that you shouldn’t, then that was your decision.

Max didn’t understand that. He didn’t seem capable of understanding the complex workings of your relationship with your twin. You would do anything for Lando, regardless of what it would mean for you, and you were fine with that.

That was how it had always been: Lando, the showman, and you, the supportive sister. Even back when you were karting together, Lando was out front and you were playing defense to protect his position.

You celebrated his victories more than you ever celebrated your own but that was fine. He was your brother and you loved him.

“Okay, fine. Whatever,” Max relented on that front. “But this is a step too far. He doesn’t get to act like a petulant little kid because I’m dating you. Calling you names and running away to Monaco when he’s meant to be filming with Quadrant. He’s being ridiculous.”

Some part of you knew the punishment of Lando ignoring you for the past month didn’t fit the crime of not telling him you were dating Max. The bigger, more conscious part of you felt like carving “traitor” into your forearm with a steak knife and hoping the pain would make your brother forgive you.

Your messages to Lando had become a wall of blue, full of apologies, begging to let you explain, attempts at striking up a conversation like normal, asking if he had meant to cancel your plane ticket to the Azerbaijan Grand Prix followed by even more apologies and then congratulations on a race well done.

You played with your fingers the whole car ride. Max reached over at one point after you had started picking at your cuticles to kiss the back of your hand and hold it the rest of the way, making idle talk that did nothing to distract you from what you were headed towards.

After Lando found you two in Max’s hotel room and the ensuing argument got heated on both of the boys’ sides, Max stayed with you for a few days. When he finally went back to his and Lando’s London flat hoping to talk things out before filming for Quadrant, Lando had cleared out.

He posted a rather passive aggressive Instagram story a few days later about “real friends” featuring some other F1 drivers all holding padel rackets. Max had not been happy when he found you torn up over it, shedding tears over the fear that you had lost your brother.

You had always been sensitive. Quick to cry, quick to care, quick to get attached, quick to get hurt. Lando poked fun at you for it your entire lives but he was also the first to jump in and defend you whenever anyone else said anything to you.

Lando’s distance over the last few weeks hurt. Like, physically hurt. You would see something that you thought he would find funny and go to text him about it just to remember he was giving you the silent treatment and your chest would hurt for the next several hours as you waited on a reply that never came.

Despite it all, when you saw Lando stood in the kitchen with your mom, the first time you had seen him in over three weeks, you couldn't help but smile.

He was halfway to returning it, as if on instinct alone. Then, he noticed Max at your back and his face fell devoid of any sort of pleased emotion. Your own smile fell, chest starting to ache again.

“Y/N darling, there you are.” Your mom came over to hug you and kiss your cheek, then did the same to Max. “And Max! Your best be treating my girl right.”

"Of course, Mrs Norris."

"Stop it with that; I've told you to call me Cisca."

"Mum knows?" Lando said. "You already told mum? Did she know before I did?"

You drew a sharp breath. It was difficult to talk to Lando when his tone was both wounded and accusatory.

"She called me not long after you boys had your spat," your mom explained, "Told me all about her and Max and I couldn't be more pleased. I always knew you fancied him, Y/N, even back in your karting days."

"Muuuum," you groaned, embarrassed even if Max already knew how long you had been crushing on him.

Max laughed and kissed your cheek. "The Shield fancied me."

"Shut up."

“The Shield” was the cringe-worthy nickname that karting media outlets had given you back in the day on account of how difficult it was to overtake you. So much of your karting career had been defense for Lando but you always felt a little victorious whenever you made a boy mad about getting beat by you simply because he couldn't get around you.

You could have gone far in racing if you hadn't quit after a single season of F4.

Lando gagged at Max's display of affection.

Max zeroed in on him, eyes sharp and mouth opening to call him out. You caught his shirt between your fingers, silently reminding him that he had promised not to start a fight. He looked mighty unhappy about it, but Max let his chest deflate and followed you into the dining room to help your other siblings set the table.

Ten minutes later, you all sat down to eat.

This was not the first time Max had dinner with your family. It had become such a common occurrence that it didn't cross any of your minds that your typical seating arrangement had your dad at one head of the table, your mom at the other, your older brother and sisters on one side, and you, Lando, and Max on the other, in that order, always with Lando between you.

Even dating Max, you didn’t think to sit next to him because that was Lando’s seat. It didn’t even cross your mind that it might not have been the best decision to sit your twin next to his best friend who had gone behind his back to date you for months without telling him but it was too late for that.

Lando was the last to sit down after going to retrieve the forgotten napkins. You considered swapping seats last minute as he hesitated over the dining room threshold, then thought better of making a scene and resigned yourself to a torturous dinner without being able to hold Max's hand through it all.

After getting caught by Lando, you had told your mom about you and Max. She had obviously clued your father in but you weren't sure which of your siblings knew the full extent of what went down when Lando found out.

Oliver and Cisca seemed oblivious enough, even if they were casting confused glances at you, Lando and, Max, trying to figure out why the three of you weren't speaking to each other. However, Flo was keeping an awfully watchful eye on your twin and boyfriend, as though waiting for the show to begin.

Table talk was casual and nearly pleasant. With Lando uncharacteristically silent beside you, and Max refusing to so much as look at his best friend, you couldn't fully enjoy spending time with your family while they were all together.

Max caught your eye behind Lando. He gave you a smile, one you couldn't quite return. Lando leaned back and got in the way of your eyeline to Max. You turned back to your food, continuing to pick at the delicious pork your mom had cooked but not able to enjoy it.

"Max, what of you?"

"Sorry?" Max was about as clueless to the conversation at hand as you were.

"Do you have plans to visit Monaco any more this year?"

They must have been talking about the trip your parents and youngest sister would be taking to Monaco during Cisca's summer break. You had planned on taking time off work to go with them, as well as with Max later in the year, closer to the end of the F1 season to attend a few races and help film some Quadrant content.

"Are you and Y/N going sometime together, possibly?"

It was a harmless enough suggestion from your mother. She probably only wanted to try and get Lando and Max to say a word to each other.

Then, despite having already agreed to house both of you later in the year, Lando said, "They haven't mentioned anything."

You really were not enjoying this dinner.

It was getting harder and harder to have all your siblings in the same place as you all got older. Only Cisca lived at home now and she was going off to uni in Manchester next year.

You missed when being with your family was easy, when you didn't even have to think about it. You missed your childhood bedroom that was now the second guest bedroom, your and Lando's bunk beds long gone.

You missed your brother terribly, even if it had only been about three and a half weeks since contact was cut. You didn't want to lose him to something like this but at the same time, you couldn't imagine letting Max go.

Max made you so happy. Couldn't Lando see that? Couldn't he see how in love you were? Couldn't he accept your and Max's relationship for the sake of not wanting to lose his twin sister and best friend?

You would do anything for Lando. You had given up so much for him. You supported him at every twist and turn of your lives. You just wanted things to be okay again.

"Y/N darling, what’s wrong?"

Your mom’s question was quiet, meant to not attract anyone’s attention. But Lando and Max were both quiet, too, in unsettling amounts from the two of them. They both looked at you just in time to see you wiping at your cheek.

"I'm fine."

Except you weren't fine. You were sad and nostalgic and sick of feeling that way and now you were all teary. You just wanted a nice dinner with your family where the two men you loved most in the world acted normal and you didn't start randomly crying at the dining table.

Lando put his hand on your arm. "Y/N/N, are you alright?"

Like his touch finally shook loose something inside you that you had been holding back since the hotel argument or maybe even longer, you rounded on your twin brother.

"No, I'm not alright! How could I be alright when you're acting like this?"

Lando immediately threw his walls back up, going on defense. "You and Max went behind my back."

"And that means you get to throw a month long hissy fit over it?"

"You've been dating for ten months!"

"It's actually eleven, now, mate."

Lando turned to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. "Shut up, Max."

"Stop being a dick, Lando! Just stop! Yes, we should have told you sooner. Yes, I'm sorry you found out like you did. But that doesn't mean you get to treat me, treat us like this."

"How am I supposed to react?"

"You're supposed to get over the initial shock and be happy that two of the people you care about are happy together."

(On the other side of the table, Cisca leaned closer to Oliver. "When did Y/N and Max start dating?"

"I think he said eleven months ago."

"That long and they haven't told us?"

Flo shushed them both. "Shut up; I'm trying to watch.")

"How am I meant to be happy about you two lying to me for the last year?" Lando demanded.

"I have been trying to apologize and talk to you about that for the last month and you haven't let me! You ran off to Monaco, ditched your Quadrant responsibilities, and left me thinking that I'd ruined things forever. That's such a dick move, Lando! Fuck—"

You were crying again. You wiped angrily at your cheeks, wanting to be taken seriously and get your point across but it was difficult when you had tears running down your face.

"You can't just ditch me like that when things get rough. It's not fair when I've been there with you through everything. I have never not supported you. I have always been there for you. I quit racing so that you wouldn't get passed over. But the second I do something you don't like, you can't give me even an ounce of support in return."

"What do you mean you quit racing so I wouldn't get passed over?"

Your chest went still, blood running cold. Shit. Shit shit shit, Lando was never meant to know about that. You had never planned on telling him. Never ever. Not even when you were old and saggy and there would be no consequences. You were meant to take that secret to the grave.

"That's not what's important. I don't understand—"

"What did you mean, Y/N?"

You gulped. "It's nothing. It was a long time ago, anyway. It doesn't matter."

"Y/N."

.

"Me? You want to sign me?"

The Josef Kaufmann Racing representative grinned at your bewilderment. "Yes, you."

"No way. Are you serious?"

"Completely. It obviously won't be set in stone today and we'll need to speak with your parent or guardian but Carlin would be lucky to have you on our roster next season."

"Oh my god. No way!"

You had been worried about next season as all the 2015 series were nearing their ends and you had yet to have been scouted by any teams. Your contract with Mücke Motorsport was coming to an end after this season but now you had been offered a seat in the next level of racing, at the same team your brother was in talks with, no less.

"Oh, this is great! Lando and I will still be on the same team. You know, my brother and I have always walked about being on the same F1 team. That would be crazy, obviously, but this is just like that but on a smaller scale."

"We'd not be giving your brother a seat."

Your excitement was gone in an instant. "Sorry?"

"Lando wouldn't have the seat in Formula Renault. It would be yours, instead."

"You're offering me... my brother's seat."

"That is correct."

Just like that, you let your career die. "I don't want it, then."

The rep blinked at you. "What?"

"Give the seat to Lando. He's who you want. He's the better driver. He has always finished before me."

"He would not have if you were not defending his position. Josef Kaufmann would rather have you driving for them next year."

"I don't want the seat. Give it to Lando. I was planning on quitting racing, anyway. Sign Lando for next year. He'll do well for you."

.

"Y/N, what the actual fuck?"

You ducked your head. "Don't blow it out of proportion."

"You gave away you entire racing career at the drop of a hat because you didn't want to take a seat that I hadn't even been signed for yet? You— Why would you do that?"

"Because you're my brother."

Behind Lando, Max was staring at you, wide-eyed. All around the table, your family openly stared at you in shock, not quite able to believe the real reason you had suddenly dropped out of racing.

The reason you had given was that you had gotten bored of it. That you had only ever gotten into it because of Lando. That you didn’t want to constantly be in competition with your brother. That when Lando got famous, you didn’t want to be his lesser racing counterpart.

There may have been some truth in those excuses but the whole truth was this: you had been offered the seat Lando was negotiating for and you would not take it from him. You loved racing; you did not love it more than you loved your brother.

“Y/N, I… I honestly don’t even know what to say.”

“You could start with an apology,” Max offered.

“To both of us,” you added.

Max leaned back in his chair. “I’m good back here. Worry about me later.”

“No, she’s right,” Lando said. “I’ve been a real dick to both of you over the last few weeks. You guys didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve always had Max as my chosen best friend and you, Y/N, as my built in best friend but then you guys started getting closer. Then, I found out you’re together and it’s like, what do you need me for if you have each other?”

Any anger you may have been holding onto melted into sympathy. “Aw, Lando—“

“You are so fucking thick, mate,” Max cut in. “You think I’m going to treat my girlfriend the same way I treat your dumbass? I need a platonic best friend just as much as I need a romantic one.”

You laughed at the face Lando pulled.

“If you start referring to us as your platonic and romantic best friends, I’m fleeing to Monaco again.”

“It’s too late. It’s already started, platonic best friend.”

“Eugh, this is terrible. Go back to being awkward acquaintances, please.”

“I love her, mate. There’s no going back from that.”

You loved Max. Wholly and truly you did. How well he got along with Lando was just the icing on the cake, another thing to add onto the list of reasons you were stupidly in love with him.

Your lovesick expression must have been quite obvious because suddenly Lando was shoving your head to the side with a hand over your face.

“Oh my god, don’t look at him like that—I’m gonna barf.”

(Oliver had gone back to his food.

Cisca was still watching, confused. “Wait, so Y/N and Max have been dating for eleven months and not even Lando knew? Why?”

“Apparently, it was an oversight.”

Flo speared an asparagus. “This is better than any TV show I’ve watched all year.”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Oliver said.

“I’m the only one enjoying this the correct amount. I’ve been waiting for Lando to stop cockblocking Y/N and Max since 2014. I am allowed to be entertained by their drama.”)

“Can we circle back to the whole quit racing because of Lando thing?” Max asked, “Because what the fuck, babe?”

“You quit racing, too!”

“Because I was burnt out, not because I would rather throw my entire career away than make my brother momentarily unhappy while other teams jumped at the opportunity to sign him up.”

“It’s fine! I mean, look at where Lando is now. Season number five of Formula One! It all worked out in the end.”

.

“Are you really okay with us being together?”

You stood outside with Lando and Max after dinner had finished up. Your parents were loading the dishwasher, Oliver was driving off down the street, and Flo was finishing up doing something with Cisca inside. The three of you were finally able to talk privately.

Lando was quiet for a while after your question. He still seemed a little hesitant but it wasn’t anywhere near how he had reacted in the hotel. He glanced down at where you were holding Max’s hand, then looked away, still thinking.

“You’re not allowed to have sex while I’m in the flat,” is what Lando eventually decided on saying.

Max, unimpressed, said, “It’s a bit late for that, mate.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Lando yelled his displeasure quite loudly. Max just laughed at him, not at all apologetic.

Even if your face was burning, at least you knew things would be okay. You had your brother back. Max had his best friend back. And Lando had both of you back.

The three of you were messy and intertwined but you would be okay.

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[barcaatthemoon]

Can I request something from the Big prompt list?

It would be number 22."If you call me baby, I'll always be yours." With Laura Freigang. Thank youuuu

be my baby || laura freigang x reader ||

the locker room was loud. you had known to expect things to be pretty high energy after the clean sweep of your euro qualifier group. you were still fairly new to the senior national team, despite several of your friends having been called up already. that was why you were still riding the high from qualifying for the olympics.

"there she is, woman of the game!" lena exclaimed as she jumped onto your back. jule and sydney quickly joined the midfielder in trying to cling to you. they managed to pull you down onto the ground with them, lena attempting and failing to put you in a headlock.

"come on guys, she just got her first cap. let's not injure (y/n), maro would march in here and wring your necks herself." you shot svenja a grateful look as the girls got off of you. a surefire way to always get the girls to act right around you was to bring up your older sister, one of their former teammates.

"are you okay, babe?" laura asked as she pulled you up onto your feet. you leaned into her as you nodded. laura wrapped her arms around you in a loose hug. everybody on the team had their suspicions about your relationship with laura, but nothing had ever been confirmed. they knew that you played together on the club level, but nothing specific past that. laura was protective of you, but not in the same wa svenja or the older girls were.

"stop, you're gonna make me look soft," you whined softly. laura laughed as she pulled out of the hug. most of the girls had their attention turned away, so they didn't notice when laura pulled you off towards the showers.

"you are okay, right? they didn't actually hurt you at all?" laura cradled your face in her hands, knowing that you cuoldn't lie to her when she really looked at you.

"i'm fine, other than you embarrassing me a little. you know how i feel about you," you told her. laura swallowed nervously as she forced herself to look away from you. you weren't that much younger than her, but you were still seen as the baby of the team. "it'd be so easy. just call me baby, and i'll be yours forever."

"that's a long time," laura told you.

"i know, but i want this. i want you. we've been dancing around this for too long. you make me so happy when we're together. what's stopping us?"

"fuck it. i love you baby." laura cradled your face in hers and brought you down to kiss. you let yourself melt into it, only interrupted when laura pulled back as the shouts of your teammates grew closer. it was easy enough for laura to pretend that you were hurt, there was a bruise left on your body from the game that looked close enough to where lena had jumped onto your back. it was much harder to keep your eyes off of each other, but everybody already assumed you were together already.

#answered #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #laura freigang x reader #laura freigang imagine

[omedapixel]

i'm very excited to be working in Tørsvall again! 🥳 Unfortunately I found out that the super cool DXVK fix doesn't play well with Create-A-World Edit in Game :(

but i'm really happy with how the glacier turned out!! on the left hand side there's gonna be an entrance to the ice caves, that will only be accessible during winter (and maybe autumn too?)

currently trying to go through all the completed lots and a) update them to use non-decrapped store cc and b) make use of my decorator mod! i redid the church interior and made a cc stained glass window of the "holy plumbbob" lol

also updated the lighthouse! it;s going to be an actual residence now instead of abandoned like in it's first iteration

that's all for now! i'm hoping to hold on to this motivation for as long as possible hahah

#torsvall #tørsvall #ts3 #s3 #ts3 world #omedapixel

[pikahlua]

Look, it's probably still not time to go really deep into it, but I did mention there are ways this ending where Tomura dies could work for me. Honestly I didn't have much of an issue with chapter 423 itself before the internet's emotional onslaught over it, but now that I'm hearing rumors the chapter was received well in Japan and a number of western fans have decided to couch all their disappointment in racism and rage at the target readership, maybe I should give some cursory thoughts just to counteract the stupid.

The Bittersweet Ending

Here's the thing. For all the game the bird app likes to talk about how MHA is happy and kid-friendly and not dark and that's bad somehow, it's kind of funny to me how little MHA actually meets expectations in that regard. If I were to divide MHA arcs into categories based on their endings, I would probably have to put the majority of them into the "makes me cry" category. Even arcs where the hero wins with ostensibly happy endings often have absolutely gut-wrenching moments, like All Might's retirement in the Kamino arc, Tsuyu's apology in the UA Dorm Contest arc, and Nighteye's death in the Overhaul arc. I don't think it's possible for me to watch the Sports Festival arc and come out of it with anything but mixed feelings of hope and haunting. Stain may have lost his battle, but his effect on society sure seems to give him the win when it comes to the war. The Paranormal Liberation War arc has a pretty rough ending where there may still be a sliver of hope, but goodness is it a small one.

Sure, some of the teariest moments are a result of happy scenes like Eri smiling for the first time at the cultural festival, but what I'm getting at is that MHA tends to go for more hopeful endings rather than happy ones. And those hopeful endings are often stained by some other tragedy, a price to pay for the hope. Just because MHA isn't full of random death doesn't mean it doesn't contain poignant loss. This was one of its early selling points in fact. MHA's most hopeful moments have always felt so real because the story acknowledges that these things should often play out messily. We've seen the mess, and now chapter 424 has given us a glimmer of hope. The question is now where the story will take us from here.

The Anticlimax

This post has come back for me in the most unexpected way, not gonna lie.

I often hear “anticlimax/anticlimactic” used as a negative criticism, especially colloquially. This criticism assumes an anticlimax is always written unintentionally. But that’s often not the case; anticlimax is actually fucking fantastic when placed in the right hands. And Kohei Horikoshi is a goddamn anticlimax connoisseur. I say he’s a connoisseur because Horikoshi has the gall, nay, the gumption–dare I say the balls to showcase the versatility of anticlimax as a storytelling technique for more than just comedy (although he does also use it for comedy a lot). He dares to use it in action scenes, horror/thriller scenes, and even fuzzy heartfelt scenes, all to the great effect of toying with our emotions. And he successfully has us feel exactly what he wants us to every time–because that’s the point. These aren’t cheap jokes; they serve a purpose! They illustrate an actual, meaningful point about whatever scenario they are used in to make the story more realistic, to combat the fridge logic “well actually” complaints endemic to fandom. Because Horikoshi is a fan himself.

When I write "realistic," I don't mean to apply this quote here to indicate that death (especially for edgy aesthetics) is realistic. I mean to indicate that imperfection is realistic. Izuku isn't a perfect hero. Tomura isn't a perfect victim, and by victim I mean "character for the hero to save." Izuku says it himself:

A perfect victim for the hero to save would yield to the hero's attempts to turn and save them. They would see the wisdom in the hero's position and 100% change sides to agree with them. Trite.

Doing this runs the risk of erasing the victim's identity that comes before. Izuku never has a perfect answer to all of Tomura's problems with the world.

Izuku is the same as All Might. He's only human.

[...]Horikoshi has no compunctions using anticlimax in big, important, non-humorous scenes (even if the anticlimax ultimately adds humor to the scene that was otherwise unexpected). This man has no fear. He ends his famously popular take on the tried and true trope of tournament arcs with one big let-down that affects not just the audience but the in-universe characters. [...] You wanna tell me Horikoshi didn’t know exactly what he was doing here? You wanna tell me Horikoshi didn’t know about the fandom war over Katsuki’s hero name? That he didn’t purposefully fucking troll the fandom with this? That this isn’t the single greatest brick joke in the history of published media for its effect both in the canon and in the meta? Fuck you, we’re building up the tension around the most wildly popular character’s hero name reveal for 248 goddamn chapters (that’s five-and-a-half years) just to make it the cringiest fucking thing you’ve ever heard in your goddamn life. His hero name must be the closest audio rendition anyone can imagine shaped like a middle finger and fucking nothing less will suffice. Congratulations, fandom: you played yourselves! You made a war no one could win! Horikoshi could have chosen Ground Zero or Kacchan as Katsuki’s hero name and risked alienating half his fandom either way, but you didn’t realize there was a third option, which of course he took: to risk alienating the entire fucking fandom.

I'm just saying, an ending like this isn't out of character for Horikoshi. In light of this trip down memory lane and Izuku's parallel with All Might in that they acknowledge they cannot save everyone, I'm interested to see what Horikoshi does with this ending whether or not Tomura survives. What sort of hope will he offer?

The extended ending arc

The only real extended ending arc we've had in MHA that might give us a glimpse at the inner workings of Horikoshi's mind is the School Cultural Festival arc. Because of that (and the many other things I've mentioned before this post), I will say there is cause to believe we will have a hopeful ending. Again, I don't know what that looks like. A lot of people seem to have a specific thing they need to have happen to save the story for them, and I cannot speak to those.

Except for Deku vs Kacchan 3, which is what I need to have happen lol. And god does it seem really fucking possible now.

#my hero academia manga spoilers #epilogue arc spoilers #meta #just some incomplete thoughts really

[twost3ps]

This boy has been in the drafts for like a month

I'm feeling like I want an Adam sandwich with two slices of Morningstar brothers so you guys are going to hear me out on my LucifurxAdamxMicheal au (and I mean it in a they both share Adam in the end :3 ) In general I'm calling the ship ✨️GuitarStars✨️ boooyaaa I feel like there might be a better name for it but idk

(Also I’ve noticed there is complaint for guitarhero in the adamsapple tag. I'm tagging this post as adamsapple this once of it but post related to this with both brothers will be counted as #guitarstars.

I also completely agree with the complaints. There is a problem with the tagging so this is a very quick reminder to please tag properly!!! Ik it's not meant to be harmful bcz most guitarhero shippers are also adamsapple as well. But i will admit there has been a lot of unecessary tagging (i am guilty of this im so sorry qwq) so please be mindful!!!! Ik this post might go agaisnt that but its just this post i swear sorrryyyy)

ANYWAYS The actual au:

For now I'm calling the au- Angels on My Shoulder (I can't think of a good title rn grrr)

quick sketchs so you get the idea

General prompt:

Adam respawns as a human with all his memories. He lives a normal happy life until he turns 21 when two angels (Micheal and Lucifer) appear on his shoulders with a mission: try convince him into making certain decisions so that he ensures a spot in heaven or hell.

That doesn’t work out very well because adam hates how theyre forcing their ideals onto him one way or another. He doesnt really want to think about heaven or hell anytime soon. Heaven or hell seems like complete torture to him. The fact that he didn't like either of them before he respawned doesn't help.

A revelation happens and both brothers realize it's not gonna work on their terms so they're gonna have to earn his favor first before trying anything. One of the ways is talking it out beacuse adam had expressed several times over that, while at first it was funny, their bickering needs to die because it's getting annoying.

They talk it out. They make up. It takes a whole but they become close again. They try to earn adams favor in the meantime and between time. Everything is at peace. As time goes on though, the wooing is no longer for just adams favor, its now romantic. Both develop feelings for Adam. And since now they made up both made up they are very willing to share him.

The og goal is completely lost. Gone with the dirt and dust. And now what was once a competition to get Adam into heaven or hell has spiraled into heaven and hell trying to get into Adam. If you catch my drift.

Do they get in there?

God bless they do

(Ps they start off as small little mascots but then later grow into their normal form and an added human form. Adam Prefers the small mascots though)

My in-depth of the au that is very subject to change I just wanted to rant is under the cut o3o

So when Adam had died, he respawned onto earth. Born into a normal family and all that jazz. He lives life as normal and has comes to terms with it. He actually loves his life. He doesn’t have to walk on eggshells anymore and lives as normal. He’s not insanely good or insanely bad, he’s just a guy.

A guy who is very happy with himself. After graduating he becomes a national park ranger.

Heaven and hell both know of adams soul, but contant cant be initiated till he turns 21 (It was recognized because I wanna say 21 would be the age Adam technically was in his creation during Eden, and thats when he can process divinity without his body tweaking as if he were any other mortal. Souls grow along with age and all that drama, adams soul in eden was strong enough to stand the sheer power of a seraphims presence) both sides made it their immediate duty to guide him to their path.

Sera wanted Adam in heaven to clear her mind- to have heaven back to perfection with the original perfection creation (also to have her son back, but she's not ready to unpack that for herself.)

Lucifur wanted adam as he could punish him directly for hurting Charlie and her friends. A little tiny part of him also really wants Adam all for himself grrryrvgrvsgrs

So both heaven and hell spawn a representative guide for Adam to follow once his soul is ready to guide. Lucifur nominated himself and Sera nominated Micheal who agreed.

For some reason (probably amix of earth and god or sumn), Adam's presence nulls the powers of both angels and devils. So the first time they appear, Micheal and lucifur appear as small tiny mascots on Adam’s shoulder.

(Adam has flicked both of them away several times and they can't really do anything about it other than fly back and try again)

Both sides had the same idea and Adam connects the dots very fast on why they are here without them telling him. And he's pissed.

His normal life is now ruined.

Adam actually really hates both Lucifur and Micheal. Lucifur for obvious reasons and Micheal because he's just so nitpickey. Micheal had trained Adam in the past and that guy was brutal. Adam understood part of it was with Lucifurs falling and their brother thing and whatever but god daymn bro needed to chill. If Sera was on him like a hawk Micheal had been on him like a spy camera from space monitored by the secret service. In a way, both devalued adams emotions to some capacity so Adam hated both of them equally. Nothing Adam could do about it though because he was human.

In the beginning, both micheal and lucifur kept it really formal between them. Its strained but neither brother imposes on what the other one advises. That doesn’t stay for too long. The formalities between Lucifur and Micheal die pretty quickly. Under 2 months tops. While both are very old and very much adults, they are, first and foremost, SIBLINGS.

Both begin talking over eachother, butting in, shoving eachother. It's like pre eden all over again between the two on who is better. Most of the time they argue about the most random topics forgetting their og purpose.

After one year of enduring both of their bs, Adam feels like he has a dog and a cat rather than two otherworldly gaurdians monitoring his every move.

He doesn't complain though. After a while he's learned to tune them out. He also finds it incredibly entertaining watching the literal devil fight with the a high angel while being incredibly small. And with no powers it resorts to petty slapping. He's gotten pretty used to it....

Except when it comes to them making him choose what actions he takes.

They're always on him about everything. It sucks so much ass. Everything Adam tries to do something good, Lucifur tells him that it's stupid, that he should be more selfish and blocks Adam. He keeps on telling him that deep down adam really isnt all that, and why should he try and do good when everyone knows that hes not really that. Micheal does the same thing in reverse. When Adam does something considered bad, Micheal raves on how he'll go to hell. That Adam was made in perfection and must reach that perfection. That heaven is waiting for him and is available only if he keeps on doing good.

It makes Adam so mad when they remember what they're trying to do.

Adam doesn’t listen to either angel because after living part of his life as just a normal person, he’s come to realize he doesn’t want to think about living life wondering if he’s going to heaven or hell. Adam does not want to face eternal punishment or be in hell. He still really hates sinners, and while the blood hungry killer part of him died with his second life, he still thinks that the majority of those sinners are disgusting to say the least. But he doesn’t want to walk eggshells to be virtuous enough to enter heaven. Heaven, for all its greatness got tiring after 1000s of years. He's grown tired- already hated hell and grew to hate heaven. He doesn’t want to think about either, he doesn’t want those ideas to deter him from choosing what he wants to do. He wants to make both good and bad decisions without an angel watching over him. He wants to be able to make both good and bad decisions. He makes this very clear after a breakdown.

It becomes less of a competition over making Adam choose and more of getting into Adam’s favor after that because their first tactic is clearly not working.

So both agree that they will have to earn adams favor before making him do anything.

But in order to get adams favor both have to learn to get along because it had become one of Adam's biggest gripes. Funny at first, but the bickering and arguments got tiring after the course of a few years.

So they do attempt to make up. Genuinely. It's hard and its tough. Theres a lot there to unpack. But both jnkw that if they don't do this Adam is not going to listen to either of them because getting along has go go both ways.

And they do make up.

By the time Adam is in his early 30s, the close proximity and a lot of Adam yelling to sort it out, allowed for some slow but needed time to talk it out. They would do it infront of Adam who was the mediator, but they mostly would talk when Adam falls asleep as both watch over his dreams (creepos imo). They begin talking about their decision and their lives. Both brothers do acknowledge that they miss each other and that they have committed several wrongs with each other. And soon the fighting turns to light banter and life is good. They still try to earn adams favor but it's a lot more calmer. Everything's more calm.

Atleast that's what adam thought at first.

While bonding and stuff, they both come to the mutual agreement that they could share Adam. So they both freak it and try to woo Adam together.

And then now it's a matter of Adam freaking out because while before, both his little shoulder angels used to argue, they their bickering distracted them enough that Adam could chill and leave.

Now they're both bothering him and helping eachother try to get in adams pants. They're tag teaming him now.

It doesn't take long for their combined forces to make Adam cave.

The og goal is kinda gone. They still put their input but adams become more open it because they're less demanding and he feels like their goals are more aligned to his wants than theirs. Lucifur and Micheal also come to kinda realize that where Adam ends is where Adam ends. They're going to have to just suck it up when the time comes but they'll enjoy sharing while it lasts.

It gets pretty domestic and slice of life here. So the years following is a mix of sibling bonding and having ✨️the rizz✨️ on Adam.

Lucifur talks about hell and Charlie. Micheal talks about heaven and lucifur and his siblings. (Both Micheal and Lucifur arent permannt shoulder angels, they can actually pop away if they wanted to) Adam talks about his life and stuff.

When Adam eventually dies, his soul is neither here or there (because getting absolutely boned by twin morningstars does not make you virtuous or sinful it just makes you a bad bitch) his soul spawns in limbo. He’s deprived from salvation but doesn’t endure the horrors of hell. It’s basically a decent sided garden with a basic house in the middle where the garden ends is white space. On opposite ends of the garden are two doors, one goes to hell and the other to heaven. Turns out, the doors are connected to Micheal and Lucifer’s homes, but only appeared in them once Adam died. He’s allowed outside limbo into heaven or hell of his choosing for a limited amount of time and visites Micheal and Lucifer when he can. On the flip side Micheal and Lucifer can freely walk in and out of the place. I don’t want Adam to be lonely once he enters limbo so Cain and Abel are there because they died before heaven was ready and when he’ll just started.

So that’s pretty much it :3 kinda

incomplete but doesn't have everything I wanna say

Also

I will reiterate what I said at the beginning. I love you my guitarhero ppl but they are right in the tagging. It comes from a place of love so just be mindful!! Also, this is from me, sometimes the adamsapple vs guitarhero thing gets repetitive. It's a very common post ive seen. And I mean in general not just leaking into the adamsapple tag. That might just be me, but I do see it pretty often. Love it but that with the tagging does get a bit old. Really, the problem is a mix of incorrect tagging and the same trope. There's a lot more to the ship, especially with Micheal being free reign rn, so there is a lot of opportunity to show their relationship besides comparing it to Adamsapple.

I feel like somone who ships guitarhero also had to say something so yeyeye

Again, no offense to anyone guitarhero isbmy love but just please be mindful guys o3o

If you read all that thank you lol

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #guitarhero #adamsapple #michael x adam #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel michael #adam hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #my au #guitarstars #if i miss tag guys pls dont be afraid to tell me #even old posts

[ericshoney]

Interrupt ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You agreed to film a car video with the guys but you couldn't help keep interrupting Nick due to your random thoughts, resulting in a fight.

Warnings: Shouting, swearing, ADHD!Reader, argument, angst with a happy ending.

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Today you had gone to hang out with your best friends, agreeing to film a car video with them. The guys knew about your ADHD and being an influencer yourself, you were open about it on the internet.

All four of you were sat in the car, eating McDonald’s happily as Nick began to intro the video.

“Hey look at this funny TikTok I found of a dog!” You shouted, cutting Nick off.

You showed the video to the boys, Nick sighing as you did. All of them loved you and helped where they could with your ADHD, but they weren’t professionals.

Nick continued to talk about the video topic, however you kept interrupting him. It was like Chris but worse and Nick started to get angry.

“Shh! Your on time out for a minute!” He shouted, setting a timer on his phone, as Chris and Matt both laughed.

You pouted as he kept taking, Matt and Chris taking as well and as soon as the time stopped, you talked again.

“I think that food looks disgusting! I mean dog food looks better!” You shouted, looking at the gross food.

"Okay, what about thi-" Nick began saying, but you interrupted him.

"Oh remember that TikTok of that guy who tried dog food!" You shouted.

"Shh!" Nick exclaimed.

"Go Nick." Matt said.

"I'm trying!" He responded loudly.

"Dude calm down." Chris said.

"No! I'm actually getting pissed off now. She's constantly interrupting me every second! Like at least you keep your mouth shut for a bit, Chris." Nick responded.

You frowned a bit, Matt already turning the camera off, knowing none of them wanted this footage to be recorded.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean too." You apologised.

"You always say that, but you keep doing it. Like shut the fuck up and let someone else speak! You can't blame your ADHD all the time!" He shouted.

You fell quiet and looked out the window, feeling your heart sink. You had forgotten to take your meds this morning, resulting in you being extra loud and bubbly. They guys didn't know this though.

"Let's carry on, shall we." You said quietly.

"I promise I won't interrupt you Nick, or Matt or Chris. I promise to keep my mouth shut." You added.

"No, kid. We're not filming right now. I'm driving home and we can continue filming another time." Matt said, starting the engine.

Chris had agreed while Nick remained quiet. He instantly regretted shouting at you, especially hearing your apology for no reason.

When you all returned home, you rushed to Matt's room, taking shelter in there, as Matt slapped Nick around the head.

"Hey woah!" He shouted.

"Dude you fucked up." Chris said.

"I just got angry alright, I shout at both of you sometimes." Nick responded.

"Yeah and we take it differently to her. Plus you know she can't help it with her ADHD, why use that against her." Matt said, disappointingly.

"I know and as soon as I said it, I felt bad." Nick admitted.

"Go tell her then, bro!" Chris called.

Nick came to Matt's room and as soon as he heard you crying, he felt his heart break instantly. He walked in coming over and hugging you tightly.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean anything I said. I was just a bit angry and I know you can't help it I really do, I'm sorry and know it's a fucked up thing. I get if your angry at me." He apologised.

"Didn't have my meds. I forgot." You admitted.

"Kid, why didn't you tell us?" Nick asked softly.

"Scared you'd tell me off or something....but that already happened." You answered.

"I'm so sorry again. I really am." He apologised again.

"If your willing, how about Chris, Matt and I help you try and remember your meds? Come up with some sort of plan that we'll stick by too, then we help you out and something like this won't happy again." He suggested.

"You....You want to help me?" You asked in shock.

"Of course sweetheart. I'm so sorry again for shouting at you, I should have checked if you had your meds or needed time to regulate before jumping to being a asshole." He replied.

"Thank you." You said, giving him a small smile.

"Your welcome and I'm so sorry again." He said.

You smiled and hugged him, happy he apologised and knew he was going to do better to help you and make up for his mistake.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets oneshot #sturniolo triplets fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo oneshot #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo oneshot #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #platonic #angst with a happy ending #fluff #fight #argument #adhd!reader #adhd

[4ngel-inc]

KYOJURO RENGOKU + B.J. HEADCANONS ಇ [ 18+ ]

notes / tags — fem reader. it's 1 a.m. and i'm thinking about sucking this beautiful man's cock again sigh :')

kyojuro loves it when you look him in the eyes while you're giving him head, it makes him feel so special that you're not only going through such effort for his pleasure, but that you truly enjoy looking at him while doing it—it makes him feel so loved, so attractive.

it's difficult not to rake your nails up and down his abdomen and pecs while sucking his dick—he's just so handsome, so sturdy. he always groans and grabs one of your hands when you're gliding them over his skin, interlacing his fingers with yours, never taking his eyes off you while your mouth is stuffed full of him—he'd never miss a single second of such a beautiful sight.

his beautiful girl, softly suckling on the head of his cock—what could be better than these precious, intimate moments with you?

it feels so good when you're sucking his dick, he thinks about it for days afterwards. when he thinks back to it, he can't even believe it really happened—that's how blissed out he feels when your mouth is on him, and how truly euphoric it is when you let him cum in your mouth.

kyojuro thinks it's so dirty when you swallow his load. though he isn't a particularly possessive person (he's just too much of a gentleman to be controlling), he does find immense pleasure in knowing you're willing to swallow his cum, and he loves how much you savor it. it actually seems like you enjoy sucking him dry—he loves that.

he absolutely loves to return the favor, though you always insist he doesn't have to. "it's ok, love—i just want to make you happy, i don't need anything in return!" your smile is so sweet, he just has to grab you and flip you over, your gorgeous pussy in his face, his eyes rolling back as he just barely flicks his tongue over your clit, just a little taste to get things started.

sex and emotion are tied together closely for kyojuro—he never had sex before he met you, and falling in love with you made him realize sex probably wouldn't have even been enjoyable before he met you. he strongly suspects he's the type of man who has to be in love in order to cum. his heart is so gentle, your love for him is what really turns him on.

honestly, kyojuro has never really wanted much, just peace and tranquility, safety for everyone around him, and love. in those moments when he's lying back and letting you take care of him, he realizes the simple life he leads will always be more than enough, and more than he could ever feel he deserves.

truth be told, though, kyojuro is the most deserving person in the world—of love, pleasure, happiness—and you're more than happy to give him those things. in fact, you feel quite grateful you're the one he chose to spend his life beside, though he finds himself feeling the same about you. it's one of the reasons you two work so well together—you're both equally grateful to have found the other.

#— love notes: [demon slayer] ୧ ‧₊ #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x you #kny x you #kny x y/n #rengoku smut #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you

[swordsmans]

Behold! My longest bind yet! Which is saying something, really. I began typesetting an anthology of @thychesters incredible zolu fics sometime last fall, printed the textblock in February, and finished the case... well, that's between me and god. Life happens! This was an unexpectedly tricky bind and I hope I did the gorgeous fics inside (and @loopeyfluff / @fluffyartbl0g's lovely fanart) justice!!

The cover is made of nine pieces, not including bookboard. I wanted VERY badly for the case to be entirely flush while still having an old-school layered appearance, so what you're actually looking at is filled blue fabric, a layer of white printed + foiled cardstock cut to lay against the corners, and then a layer of extremely thin translucent marbled paper with both the corners and negative space for the "labels" carefully cut out.

In order to gild the manga panel edit (taken from Sunny's introduction, btw) I printed and cut the cardstock, but before i glued it onto the bookboard i used washi tape, heat-reactive foil, and an iron (i'm cheap!) to carefully foil the parts that I wanted. This was my first time using proper toner-adhering heat reactive foil, and it was definitely a learning curve. I did lots of tests (sooo many foiled stickers. so many) and had a fun time. I'll definitely be using it in the future!!

After the layers of paper and fabric were pressed, I used metallic HTV to hide the seams and title the spine. It's a very neat effect, I think.

The edges of the textblock are also layered, with two coats of matte acrylic (pastel blue and green respectively) and one coat of green shimmer. The shimmer coat acts like a kind of sealant for the matte paints, so I didn't need to break out the beeswax this time. This was also one of the first sets I did with my guillotine (I cut it with Conquering and Spill Your Wine), which was an experience in and of itself.

I used white endbands and a 5mm white silk ribbon (looped this time; learned my lesson), then topped the bookmark off with a gold anchor charm. The textblocks are sewn with teal and green thread. And oh! And the endsheets are a teal, blue, green, and gold marble that's absolutely to die for—and kept staining everything blue the minute it touched moisture! Totally worth it though.

The typeset is my most colorful, I think. I went pretty heavy on the ocean themes because Kate has a really distinct pattern for her titles, and I wanted the book to follow!! I'm very pleased with how it turned out, and also endlessly delighted that Kate proofread her own typeset. That was very fun, hehe.

All in all, I think this was a very successful project despite the endless delays, and the final books look exactly like I pictured. I happy to send them to their new homes!! <3

#bookbinding #fanbinding #zolu #bad blade bindery #aaaand that’s a wrap! now everything goes in boxes with the rest of my stuff and doesn’t come out again for a month

[chaifootsteps]

off the cuff thoughts about the episode (& bit of a rant, sorry!):

first bits with IMP talking about the grimoire & Stolas really drive home Blitzo was only ever doing it for the book - he sounds happy about having some months off, the others don't imply Stolas is into him romantically and are actually worried about losing their entire business (to the point they followed him!)

some of the bits with CHERUB were actually sort of fun

some good jokes

nice to see Fizz call Blitzo 'buddy'

then the worst scene in the episode is the one where Stolas gives Blitzo the crystal. He gives this whole speech acknowledging the full moon deal is wrong but pretty crucially doesn't say the actual words 'I'm sorry' or 'I'm sorry for how I treated you' or 'I shouldn't have treated you like a sex object'

then it's all down hill from there. He immediately gets indignant that Blitzo thinks he's trying to do roleplay and is annoyed Blitzo made it about sex when he's conditioned Blitzo to think that way

then when Blitzo rightfully calls him out for his bullshit he turns it around and says he 'thinks so highly of him but didn't realize Blitzo thought so love of [Stolas]'. like what is this self-victimizing BS??? he's calling Stolas out on how he treated him and Stolas immediately starts crying and refuses to hear it.

like what good partner material he is, first he makes Blitzo majorly panic about his business (did he seriously not notice that desperate little 'I'll do anything'???), dumps a major status quo and a confession on him (still without saying a single thing he likes about Blitzo, good job on the dialogue there) and then just walks off the second Blitzo doesn't immediately get on board with what he wants now

worse still, when he busts out the manipulative self-serving tears Blitzo sounds like he's about to say 'Stolas I'm s-[orry]' right before he gets thrown out, which...ugh. Can the show please stop making Blitzo apologize to Stolas when he hasn't done anything wrong???

as usual the bits of the ep without Stolas in were mostly fun, nothing too annoying or out of place this time, but unless the song Stolas sings in Apology Tour is reflecting on how he treated Blitzo to make him feel that way and showing some actual self awareness and empathy Blitzo is far, far better off without him and nothing will change my mind on that

(on a brighter note, dear god was it satisfying to hear Blitzo set the record straight with Stolas. He got to call him out for the classism, just wish the show had let him call out Stolas for using the fact he was getting shot at - and not caring about it - to coerce him into sex. Like gee I wonder why he thinks Stolas don't care? I wonder why he thinks 'so low' of him?? Because he behaved in a low despicable manner and Blitzo absolutely deserves to be able to yell about it

RIP Blitzo's 10 seconds of agency, dignity, and freedom to stand up for himself. They were fantastic while they lasted.

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #viv stuff #stolitz critical #actual blog post

[tenderleavesbob]

"Did he ever tell you about Sheik?"

"Which Sheik?"

"His Sheik. Princess Zelda's... disguise? Alternate self? I never did get anyone to clear that up for me."

Warriors hummed and held out his glass for a refill. Malon poured him some LonLon moonshine and then refilled her own glass. They quit wine thirty minutes ago. Most of the chain took one glance at them and the bottles surrounding them this afternoon and left them alone. Time and his concussion and his busted leg were sulking in his and Malon's bedroom.

The idiot deserved them gossiping about him, Warriors thought. Time should have known better than to pull that stunt.

"A little bit," Warriors said. He sipped his moonshine. It didn't burn like it had earlier.

"He had such a crush on him," Malon said. Warriors hummed and nodded. He hadn't wanted to say anything if Time hadn't told Malon, but it made sense that he had. He was so happy that his youngest had made such a good relationship with Malon. "It's a little funny. He has a crush on Sheik but not Queen Zelda. I wouldn't mind bringing the queen into our bed, but I can't say Sheik does anything for me."

Warriors paused before taking another sip of his moonshine. He hadn't expected that to come out of this conversation. He mentally shrugged. What better time to discuss it? "He knew my Princess Zelda was masquerading as Sheik. I think it's different for the two, though. I think your queen is sometimes Zelda and sometimes Sheik." He shook his head and smiled. "He actually told her that his Sheik had a better ass. The little shit."

Malon laughed so hard that moonshine came out of her nose. Warriors whistled and got her a towel. That had to sting.

Glasses topped off and mess cleaned up, they sat down again. Voices rose briefly upstairs before quieting again.

"What else did he say?" Malon asked. She leaned over the table toward him. Her eyes were very bright and her cheeks were almost as red as her hair. Warriors wanted to pinch her cheek.

...maybe it was time to start wrapping up.

After another story, maybe.

Warriors leaned forward, too. He grinned and something about his expression made Malon giggle. "He heard all these ridiculous stories from soldiers and Knights about how they romanced their partners back home and he wanted to know what to do, too." He tried to take a drink and almost made a mess when he snickered at the same time. "He told me some of the stories he had heard from his travels and the other people he had seen and decided he didn't like any of it. He wanted my advice. My advice. I didn't want anything to do with flirting. I wanted to know how to make people stop flirting with me."

Malon laughed at him. Warriors stuck out his tongue at her and froze with his tongue still out of his mouth. He really needed to wrap up. As she continued laughing at him, Warriors sniffed and took another drink.

"Want nothin' to do with sex and guess what?" Warriors took another sip. "Turns out your boy knew what every other race did but not Hylians. Next thing I know, I'm the one giving him the full talk." He paused dramatically while he took another drink. His glass was almost empty. When did that happen.

"Well?" Malon demanded. She went to refill their glasses but paused when her hand wavered. She scowled at her hand like it had personally betrayed her.

"Well," Warriors drawled, grinning like an idiot, "he wanted all the details. You know. For when he returned home." He toasted her with his glass before finishing it off. "So he would know how to deal with you and Sheik. Ambitious little shit!"

Malon threw her head back and laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. Warriors gave in and cackled like a fool.

"Wars?" Time's voice floated from upstairs. "What are you telling her? Warriors? What are you telling her?!"

#lu warriors #tl scribbles #lu time #lu Malon #happy pride!

[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 8

A/N: I want to start by saying how much I LOVE ALL OF YOU who are reading along and commenting and loving Viv as much as I love her (and Elvis does 😏). We're getting closer and closer to the end here. I hope this story continues to intrigue you all! Thank you again for all of the comments! They really mean the world to me! 🩷

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, creampie, infidelity, angst

Word count: ~1.9k

Their conversation is over before it even started. And after this they'll never talk again.

******

Time passes and the day of the wedding arrives. Vivian stands in her dressing room in her wedding dress and veil, staring at herself in the mirror. She smoothes the fabric in the front and tries to take in her reflection.

She doesn't feel like a bride. This is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. And she's not exactly unhappy. Sonny is a good man and he treats her well. He loves her and she knows he'll take care of her as her husband. She shakes her head and tries to focus on him.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. West. Sonny and I are so glad you came." She says it to herself in the mirror, practicing the sound of it. "Mrs. West."

But it feels wrong. Something about it makes her want to cry and she swallows the lump in her throat and tries again.

"I'm Mrs. Vivian West. Mrs... I'm..." The only thing keeping her from breaking down is how long she spent doing her eye makeup. She looks up at the ceiling, willing the tears not to fall. Taking a deep breath, she exhales slowly and tries again.

"I'm Mrs...." and then it just slips out. "I'm Mrs. Presley. Mrs. Vivian Presley..."

A smile slowly spreads across her face as a feeling of warmth bubbles up inside her. She has a hard time containing the joy that emanates from her when she thinks of Elvis at the end of the aisle, sliding a ring onto her finger, pulling her to him in a kiss in front of everyone that knows them. She giggles and smooths her dress again. "Elvis and I are so happy you're here. We're just excited for the marriage. Thank you, yes, he does make a stunning groom."

The fantasy lights her up from the inside and she looks at herself in the mirror. Now she looks like a bride.

Then, her smile falls. It won't be Elvis at the end of the aisle. It'll be Sonny, with Elvis standing next to him as his best man. The sob that wells up is impossible to suppress. She'll have to redo her makeup.

******

There's a photographer in the room as Elvis helps Sonny get dressed. Sonny is buzzing with excitement and Elvis is doing his best not to ruin it. Finally, Sonny is finished and he leaves the room to take care of some kind of wedding business, leaving Elvis alone.

Elvis looks in the mirror at himself in his black velvet jacket that Priscilla bought. He straightens his white tie and rearranges his necklace. Breathing deeply, he tries to prepare himself to see Vivian walk down the aisle towards him. Well, not towards him, but down the aisle. His mind begins to wander about how it might feel if she actually was walking towards him. He closes his eyes and imagines it, his heart skipping a beat. She will be such a beautiful bride. A lump begins to form in his throat at the thought of taking her hands in his and promising to love her until the end of time. He would kiss her so tenderly and hold her as long as he could before they turned and walked back down the aisle together into their future. When he opens his eyes, he's smiling. But then the reality sets in again and he sighs.

"Boss, are you okay?" He didn't even notice Sonny come back into the room.

"Yeah! Yes! I'm fine. Let's get you married." He turns and he and Sonny head out of the room to stand at the front of the church and wait for Viv.

******

The bridal march begins and Vivian takes her stepdad's arm to walk down the aisle. Her heart is pounding when the doors finally open and they make their way. She sees Sonny first and smiles softly. He is handsome and the look of love on his face is truly endearing.

But then her eyes drift over to Elvis. His smile is gentle and filled with awe and it makes her want to scream. As their eye contact continues his face changes to a look of dejected sorrow. He looks down at the floor and shifts uncomfortably and Vivian almost loses control. She has to look up at the ceiling for a few seconds and then back to Sonny quickly.

When she gets to him at the end of the aisle, he takes her hands softly and the ceremony begins.

******

After the wedding, the party gathers at Graceland. Elvis takes a few photos with Priscilla, actively trying to wipe from his memory the image of Viv and Sonny kissing.

There's music and food and drinks and lots of people in the living room and dining room and kitchen. Eventually, someone sends Elvis down to the bar in the tv room to get something. He walks down the stairs and pauses at the bottom, enjoying the quiet.

"Hello?" The voice comes from the pool room and he's pretty sure he recognizes it.

"Viv?" He peeks into the room and sees her sitting on a chair in the corner. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just... needed some quiet." He nods.

"I understand that." She sits and he stands in silence for a while as the party rages upstairs. Finally, he just can't stand it anymore. "Sonny?! Seriously?!"

She looks up at him in shock and he's damn near shaking with rage. Every feeling he's suppressed for the last 4 years is coming out as anger.

"Yeah? We've been together for a long time. Why is it just bothering you now?"

"You married him, Vivian!"

"Yeah..." she looks at him confused.

"Whatever happened to wanting to be on fire for your husband? You wanted to burn for him, remember?"

"Elvis, that was a long time ago. We've grown up since then." He shakes his head furiously.

"How could you do this?"

"I don't understand what you think I did."

"You chose Sonny!"

"You chose Priscilla!" She stands up defiantly, walking over to stand between him and the pool table. He looms over her, seething.

"No. You told me to marry Priscilla. But when I needed you, when I called for you, you chose Sonny!"

"Elvis, what are you talking about?!"

"When I fell! I asked for you and asked for you and you didn't come. You were too busy with Sonny! Again, you were with one of my friends instead of me!" Elvis begins to pace back and forth in an effort to work off some of his rage.

"Elvis! Who told you that?!"

"Cilla. She told me they called you and-"

"Of course she did." Vivian rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "I was here, Elvis."

"No, you weren't." He stops pacing and walks up to her so close she can feel him breathing.

"Yes, I was! Sonny called me and I came immediately." She speaks quietly and looks up at him through her eyelashes. "Priscilla told me you didn't want me."

He softens, pressing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes.

"Of course I wanted you."

"I was here." She whispers. All of a sudden, before he even knows what he's doing, he captures her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands go immediately to her hips and he sets her on the edge of the pool table, spreading her legs and pulling her close to him. He puts one hand on the side of her neck, kissing down her cheek and jawline to the smooth skin below her ear.

She whimpers as he rolls his hips into her and continues kissing down her chest to her cleavage and then drags his tongue back up her neck to nibble on her earlobe. His other hand slides up her thigh under her dress. Her hands go directly to his belt buckle, fumbling until she finally gets it undone and shoves her hand into his pants to palm his hardened cock. He makes a noise that's somewhere between a moan and a grunt as she starts to pump him with her hand. His thumb finds her clit over her panties and he begins to rub circles on her. He runs his fingertip up her slit and notices how wet her panties are, groaning. He needs her, now.

With both hands, he pushes her dress all the way up and pulls her panties down and off. She unzips his pants and frees his dick, moaning into his mouth. Pulling her to the edge of the table, he teases her clit with his tip for a second before slowly entering her, grunting as he pushes in.

"God, Viv." He whispers, kissing her neck. "I've wanted this for so long."

"So have I." She whispers, clutching his back. He begins to pick up a steady rhythm of sliding in and out of her. She leans her head back and he slips the sleeves of her dress off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. He runs his tongue around one nipple as he continues to fuck into her. She bounces as he pounds into her, each thrust getting harder and harder, the years of pent up tension finally reaching the surface as their hips meet over and over. The wedding party continues upstairs, covering the sounds of their lovemaking: the whimpers and moans and skin slapping together.

He kisses back up her neck to her mouth and she bites his bottom lip. He groans and kisses her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth deeply. Again, his thumb finds her clit and he rubs over and around it as he pumps into her bringing her to brink of an orgasm quickly.

"Mmm Elvis, yes..." She whimpers.

"Say my name again."

"Elvis... God, don't stop!"

"Viv, baby, I won't. I want you to cum with me. Say it again."

"Elvis!" She screams as she finally tumbles over the edge, shuddering and pulsing on his cock as he fills her so deeply, shooting her full of his own release at the same time, the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

"Oh, God, Viv..." He pumps into her weakly a couple more times, holding her close and breathing heavily. "What does this mean?"

"I don't-" Just then they hear footsteps on the stairs and frantically jump apart, Viv sliding off of the table and yanking her skirt down quickly as he puts himself away and tries to zip his pants.

"Hey, boss- oh, fuck." Jerry turns his back abruptly as they continue to rearrange their clothing.

"What d'you want, Jerry?" Elvis asks, obviously annoyed.

"Nothin', just, Cilla was looking for you..."

"I'll be up in a minute." Jerry nods, keeping his back turned, and walks back up the stairs. Elvis turns back to Vivian.

"I have to... but we're not done talking about this."

"Elvis, we're both married. What is there to talk about?"

"No. I'm not letting this be the end of it."

"What choice do we have?!"

"Viv, no!"

"Go to your wife. I need to see my husband."

"Vivian!" She picks her panties up off the floor and tucks them into his pocket.

"So you never forget."

"How could I forget this?! Viv!" He yells as she walks up the stairs away from him.

******

Later that night, as Sonny sleeps peacefully on his pillow beside her, Vivian cries herself to sleep, silent tears streaming down her face.

******

Almost the end...

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[mustainegf]

I lost the original req, I’m so sorry, buuutttt this turned out so cute and I hope you guys like it

WARNINGS: mention of throwing up, mention of emetophobia, panic attack

SUMMARY: James comforts you through an emetophobia panic attack

It was well past midnight, and the house was shrouded in deadly silence. The only light came from the small window, beaming a soft glow across James’ messy room.

I lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The familiar, creeping sensation of dread began to unfurl in my chest, growing more insistent with each passing minute.

I had been here before, too many times to count, and I knew what was coming.

Panic attacks were not new to me, but they never became any less terrifying. Each one felt like a fresh wave of horror, dragging me down into an abyss where there was no escape.

My heart pounded in my chest, erratic and fast. I could feel the cold sweat beginning to form on my forehead, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Beside me, James, my boyfriend, lay peacefully asleep. His presence was usually a comfort, but tonight, nothing could pierce the thick fog of anxiety that swallowed me.

I tried to focus on his slow, steady breathing, hoping it might calm my racing heart, but it was no use. The panic was building, fear and nausea threatening to choke me.

My throat tightened, and I could feel the bile rising, my greatest fear clawing at my shaky body.

The mere thought of it was enough to send me spiraling into a full blown panic attack.

I didn't want to wake James, but I knew I couldn't handle this alone. My voice came out in a shaky whisper, "James… James, wake up."

He stirred, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he slowly looked up. "Hmm? What's wrong, baby?" His voice was thick with sleep, but the concern was immediate.

"I… I can't breathe," I gasped, my words barely coherent through the sobs that were begging to break free. "I'm so scared, James. I think I'm going to be sick."

In an instant, he was fully awake, sitting up and turning to face me. His eyes, still droopy with sleep, were filled with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said gently, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

He knew about my emetophobia, knew how debilitating it could be. He had been there through countless panic attacks, just like this one.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close as he whispered soothing words in my ear. "You're safe, baby. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out, nice and slow."

I tried to match my breathing to his, taking deep, deliberate breaths. The air felt thick, each inhale was a struggle, but I focused on his voice. He rubbed my back in slow comforting circles, his touch a reminder that I wasn't really alone.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. "Just keep breathing. You're not going to be sick. It's just the panic."

Tears shot down my face, my body shaking with the force of my sobs. The fear was still there, a living, breathing creature inside me, but his words began to help.

He was right, it was just the panic. It always felt like this, but I had never actually been sick during an attack.

James held me tighter, his voice a constant, soothing presence. "The fear is just fear. It can't hurt you."

"Focus on something else," he suggested, his voice calm and steady. "Tell me about a happy memory, something that makes you smile."

I closed my eyes, trying to push past the fear and find a moment of happiness. "The first time we met," I whispered, my voice still shaky but steadier than before. "At that concert."

He smiled, his eyes lighting up with the memory. "Yeah, I remember. You were wearing that Metallica shirt and looking so damn cute. I couldn't take my eyes off you." He smiled.

I managed a small smile. "You came up to me after the show and asked if I wanted a drink."

"And you said yes," he continued, his tone light and teasing. "We talked for hours and It felt like I had known you forever."

"Yeah," I whispered, my heart rate beginning to slow. "It was the best night of my life."

"Mine too," he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You see? You're already doing better. Just keep focusing on those happy things."

His words, his touch, feeling of his heartbeat against my cheek, it all helped to pull me back. I could feel the tension in my body beginning to ease, my breaths coming more evenly.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice filled with love. "I'm here for you, always."

We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms, the panic slowly washing away.

Eventually, the exhaustion from the attack caught up with me, and I felt myself beginning to drift off.

James held me close, his hand gently stroking my hair, his voice a soothing murmur in the darkness.

"Sleep now, baby," he whispered. "I've got you. You're safe."

With him by my side, I believed it.

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[luminouslywriting]

How do you think the guys would react to you telling him that you’re ready to try for a baby? Like back then people got straight to it after marriage but maybe you decided to wait a bit for him to adjust back but now you feel ready and him trying to decide if he should be excited about fatherhood or about fucking you 24/7

I'm assuming this is for the Masters of the Air men?? If not, let me know and I'd be happy to do a BoB version! Reminder that my requests are open for MOTA, The Pacific, and BoB! Also someone asked for headcanons on how Rosie would react to finding out you’re pregnant, so this is also fulfilling that request!!

Cut for length, more under the cut, spice obviously included:

Bucky Egan:

-Listen, he's the type of man who if you say you're ready to try for a baby, it does not matter what he has going on. Oh he's about to head to a work meeting? He's calling in sick. Oh dinner is cooking? Not anymore. He will drop everything to literally carry you to the nearest surface possible.

-Is more excited about the 24/7 sex than the actual fatherhood aspect of things (at least for now). He just won't know what to make of fatherhood until it's there lol.

-Keeps better track of your ovulation cycle than you do and has a higher sex drive, so he's absolutely the type of man who makes you lay on the bed with your knees up for a bit after sex because he wants to be sure that things stick.

-Probably a master at seduction at random times of day or the week to try and ensure that you get pregnant as quickly as possible. He's ready and prepared.

-Also be ready for sure much praise kink and to be breeded because these are his kinks and he's ready. Going back to the somnophilia thing I mentioned back in the domestic headcanons, he's using that to help things along as much as possible haha.

Gale Cleven:

-Was comfortable waiting to have kids until you were ready and so when he tells you, he's happy about it and nervous. I've expanded on that in the Gale Cleven Pregnancy Headcanons, but as far as the trying goes, he's going to give it his best efforts.

-He's reading up on all of these pregnancy books to try and figure out the best tricks for falling pregnant in order to help you.

-Insatiable with the 24/7 sex and is even hornier than normal; baby Cleven was absolutely conceived on the kitchen table and you can't convince me otherwise

-Gale is a sensible man who is efficient when trying to achieve something so he'll try to orgasm as many times as possible and finish inside of you as much as he can.

-Gets really turned on thinking about you being pregnant and this spurs him into some heavy praise and encouragement to keep efforts up and positive.

Robert Rosenthal:

-He's thrilled, lightly put. He's ready for kids literally whenever you give the word—and if you just so happen to tell him right before a dinner with his parents, well a quickie was definitely on the table.

-And then there was the public teasing during the dinner, and then he absolutely ravished you for hours and hours afterwards because he wants that to be your reality ASAP.

-Is both thrilled about being a dad and the 24/7 sex. He definitely makes it into a sort of game with the two of you, a sort of cat and mouse chase so that things are kept surprising and fun rather than just trying to get pregnant.

-Definitely buys you all sorts of maternity stuff before you're even pregnant because he is so in love with the thought of you being pregnant haha.

-Also the type of man to watch your diet really closely and ensures that you're taking prenatal vitamins and all of that.

John Brady:

-It's an accident, I'm sorry. This man probably figures out that you're pregnant before you even figure it out—the girl math is mathing and he's seeing all sorts of pregnancy symptoms

-And then that causes more of a 24/7 pregnancy kink for him where he just constantly wants to have sex with you or keep filling you up because you take him so well.

-He's really excited about being a dad and he's even more body positive about you being pregnant

-The car sex in the Brady Wagon DOES NOT continue, because he's too worried about making sure that positioning is comfortable and you're alright, but that's cool, that's fine—there's just definitely more sex ONCE you're pregnant than there was before lol

-Absolutely the type to skip out on a public function or leave early because he wants to take care of you and he's gotta keep his baby's mama happy and satisfied.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

How do you explore ideas properly? I often see the advice "explore your characters desires, motives, etc." and "dive deeper into the lore of your world" and similar stuff... but how do you actually do it? I take things literally, so I find this particular wording quite difficult to comprehend. Specifically, when I'm trying to develop my story, sometimes an idea will pop up, and I get that "is this the key to fix my plot hole?" feeling, and I run it through my head, and then my brain is just SO QUICK to disprove it. Like, just instantly lost interest? Sometimes it just wasn't the right idea, but recently it's happened every single time, so I'm starting to lose trust i myself.

So, how can I properly explore and idea for my story to find out if it fits or not, before my brain is too quick to judge it for the worse?

Properly Exploring Story Ideas

Without greater context, it's hard to know exactly what that particular bit of advice intended, but from a general writing advice standpoint, I don't think it's meant to be taken too literally.

Generally speaking, "explore" really just means that once you've done the brainstorming and development to flesh it out for yourself, you need to establish and develop that thing for the reader (so, within your story) and bring it to its natural conclusion. In other words, "explore your character's motives" really just means you need to think about what your character's motives are so that you understand them for yourself, then you need to establish and flesh out those motives in your story and illustrate how they lead the character to pursue the particular goal they pursue. "Exploring" really just means "flesh it out for you and the reader."

When you get random ideas while you're plotting and planning, though, I think most of the time it's usually pretty easy to see whether or not it pertains to the story you're trying to flesh out. For example, let's say you're fleshing out a story about a woman who works for a chain bookstore and is trying to solve the mystery of her boss's murder because she wants justice for them, and also to clear a co-worker's name who is the main suspect. As you're fleshing out the murder (who did it and why, how it happened, how it was discovered, how your character got involved) as well as your character's motives (why it's important for her to try to find out what really happened), if you suddenly get an idea that she's a renowned cellist, I think you can probably pretty quickly determine that this isn't an idea worth exploring--either for yourself or in the story--because right away you can see it has nothing to do with a bookstore, your character's job as a supervisor, her boss's job as the manager, the murder (which turns out to be book related), or the killer (who turns out to be the boss's long lost ex who feels like the guy tanked her small book store.) So, this is an idea you can dismiss. But, if you come to a point during the fleshing out or writing of the story where it would make sense for your character to also be a renowned cellist, then you'll remember that idea and be able to plug it in because it's needed.

So, I guess what I'm saying is you actually should trust your gut. Write ideas down as they occur to you so you can come back to them later if need be, but if something doesn't feel right to pursue in the moment, it's almost certainly because your brain understands it doesn't fit into the story you need to tell. If an idea occurs to you that is the magical thing your story needs, it will be absolutely clear to you in that moment.

Happy writing!

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[cerise-on-top]

Ghost with a Transmasc!S/O

I've been wanting to write this since last week! I'm not exactly happy with how it turned out, but maybe someone else can enjoy it as well!

When you’d approach him, all nervous and fumbling around, he’d just stay quiet. Sure, he’ll tell you that, no matter what, you can tell him anything and he won’t judge you, but he won’t pressure you into telling him what’s wrong either, even if he is pretty curious. If you need an hour until you can tell him, then he’ll wait that hour, reassuring you that it’s alright. Once you tell him that you’re a man, he would only be half surprised. He’s seen how you eye other men. While he may have thought that could have been attraction at first, once you come out to him, all the pieces fall into place. You weren’t in love with them, you were admiring them. However, he won’t judge you in the slightest, but will talk to you about what’s okay for you and what isn’t. Are you alright with him bringing up the past? Are you alright with him referring to certain body parts? If not, then he’ll keep that in mind. He’s never really been dysphoric before, so he doesn’t really know what you’re going through, but he tries his darndest to be supportive of you.

In fact, you coming out to him as a trans man makes him think about his own masculinity. What does it mean to him? How would he define it? What makes him feel masculine? Those are things he never really questioned before since he’s never seen himself as anything but a man, he always took it for granted. Although he may not say it, or even realize it at first, I think he might grow more comfortable in his own masculinity as a result.

But that aside, the first thing he does would be taking you to a clothes store to buy you some new clothes. He doesn’t really have an eye for aesthetics, and menswear being usually rather dark in color doesn’t help that much either, but he’ll pick out some shirts and pants for you that would fit you and that you might like. He’d also pick out some boxer shorts for you, the same brand that he uses since those are of a higher quality and will last a bit longer. If you’re extremely nervous about it, then he’ll even go to the cashier and pay for you. You don’t even need to pay him back. As long as he can help you out somehow, he’ll pay any price. Will also buy you some men’s body wash and deodorant. Probably the same he uses since he’s familiar with it.

If you’re alright with it, then he’ll break anyone’s nose who dares to misgender you. Especially on the days where you’re feeling a bit more dysphoric. Naturally, he won’t out you to people when there’s danger involved or when you tell him not to, but he’s not above getting into a fight for you. Especially when some transphobe decides they need to be mean to you for no reason. He’s a scary man, he can intimidate most people with his resting face alone, which he uses to his advantage.

If you can get the approval for your surgeries and testosterone the regular way, then he’ll congratulate you and celebrate with you even. However, if you were denied such, then he has acquaintances who can get you the permits. Nikolai is a good lad, he can get you just about anything. Ghost will fight for your clinical reports.

Once you start going on T, he’ll actually be overjoyed with you. As silly as it may sound, he wants to record you saying something, anything at all, so he can compare your voice now to how it develops later on. He’s pretty good with faces, he probably has a few pictures of you on his phone, even if they aren’t plenty, so he’s confident he’ll be able to tell you how you’re slowly growing into a body that is yours. If you let him, he’ll even administer your shots or rub the gel onto your shoulders. It actually makes him incredibly happy when you do, it’s a sign of trust to him. He gets to watch you be giddy, he gets to spend time with you, he gets to make you feel good. If it was up to him, then he’d hug you every time afterwards.

If you don’t know already, then he’ll teach you how to fight. He’ll teach you how to beat someone bloody and how to get up with a broken nose. Although he may go easy on you at first, he won’t forever. He’s a top notch soldier, so there’s a good chance you won’t ever be able to beat him properly, but you’ll learn. You’ll be able to defend yourself and you’ll have a pretty nice outlet for your anger as well. If you’re okay with it, then he’ll involve Soap in your fighting sessions as well. It’s absolutely animalistic when he joins, so you really don’t need to worry about any sort of etiquette when he’s around. It’s just beating each other into submission and then patching each other up.

If you don’t already know, then he’ll teach you how to ride a motorcycle. For some reason, motorcycles are very masculine to him, so he thinks it would make you feel good as well. One day, you’ll be riding one together, with him being the one to hold onto you. He’s looking forward to that day.

On the days where the dysphoria hits harder than usual, he’ll remind you that you’re a man. You’re the most perfect man in his life, and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. Holds you close and reminds you that you will become your most ideal self, it just takes time. Either way, he won’t leave you, he won’t think of you as less than a man just because you had to put in the work to get to where you are right now. You’re his most ideal man, and he would go through all the torture he’s gone through once more just to be with you. He’ll support you through your highs and your lows. You’re a man. A darn good one at that, because not anyone can go through what you’re going through and still be standing. He admires you greatly for your strength and will remind you of that fact as well.

#cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #schizophrenia is a bitch because right now I can't form sentences anymore and I can't think either so sorry if it got bad towards the end #for some reason I think motorcycles are the most masculine thing out there. I wanna learn how to ride one so bad #once I realized I was a trans man I also got into sports. I watched the mo//togp yesterday and got really into it #my guy did not win but he got 3rd place! which made me happy! #but whoa that last lap was so thrilling to watch! I did not expect that twist but it was so good! #anyway Simon knows how to ride a motorcylce and would teach me because I said so #he's also very supportive #I've also been thinking of changing my online name #I'm not sure if I should use the name I use irl but I don't know what other name to use #Cerise sounds far too feminine even if it is a beautiful name #I've been considering Alex but that's kinda gender neutral #I wanna have a masc name so I'm probably gonna look for a new name pretty soon #maybe I can find one that rivals the euphoria I get from the name I use irl #anyway being transgender is cool. I know this because I have been trans ever since I was 15 <3 #I love my brothers and sisters and siblings! you're all so cool and I wish upon you some nice and good ice cream :-) #trans!reader #transmasc!reader #:D

[jayie-the-hufflepuff]

Took a few days but I got this done! :D Most of that time was spent tweaking and re-tweaking Tawnypelt because good lord I could not get her looking how I wanted. I'm still not happy with her but I'm sick of looking at this so oh well, this is what you get. XD Maybe I'll play with it again later if I feel like it.

Tawnypelt may still be annoying me, but I'm really really happy with how Moonpaw and Leafstar turned out. :D I wanted to really lean into how old and tired Leafstar would be looking at her age and after all her losses. Her pelt is duller and scruffy in her older age, she's gotten thinner simply due to age and having trouble keeping on weight, failing sight was mentioned in the blurb for The Elder's Quest so I made her pupils more dilated and foggy. She's just very old and very tired and very done with losing everyone she loves and seeing her Clan suffer over and over again. The choice of three stars in her eyes isn't based off of any solid evidence as we have no idea how many lives she actually has left, but it felt like a nice low number to have left after such a long leadership, without contradicting anything against her only having a single life left, ya know?

Tawnypelt is old too, hence the scruffy pelt and thinner frame, but I imagine after Tawnypelt's Clan she's more at peace with where she is in life and that she'll see her loved ones again one day, and unlike Leafstar she does still have a lot of grandkits running around and other kin. Moonpaw jus looks worried because from the blurb it sounds like she's not about to have a fun time in the new books. XD

#warrior cats #erin hunter #warriors #wc #changing skies #design challenge #design meme #art challenge #art meme #moonpaw #leafstar #tawnypelt #changing skies spoilers