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#and it looks SO WEIRD to me because; yes his eyes are genetically like a sea green
way-of-love · 10 months
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Just Open Up (Miguel O'Hara x FemReader) (R-RATED) (ONE SHOT) (NO MINORS)
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Yes, there's smut. Yes, there's licking of the fangs... just read it
PLEASE HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE BITE ME TOO!
Also, yes he's in his spidey suit, just like with his mask he can make parts of his suit appear and disappear :)
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"C'mon open your mouth, it wont hurt."
Miguel rolled his eyes moving his head every other way forbidding you any access to his mouth.
"No. Will you stop! You always do this Y/N. I'm tired of this already." He exclaimed while holding your wrists with his hands pushing them away.
As of right now you both were in the lab you and Miguel shared. This was the place you conducted research for the sake of the spider society and for him. He wasn't a hundred percent healthy as he always proclaim he is.
Miguel has genetically imprinted spiders DNA into his own, so you could say he's a cross breed of a human and spider. More connected to a spider than just being bit by one. And you were his faithful lab partner who helped him suppress his more...animalistic tendencies. So, you created a drug or rather a suppressant that he injects himself with whenever he felt too stressed, or angry or whenever he felt that he was losing his grip on his humanity. Usually when he allowed his emotions to run rampant so did his instincts.
But to create the suppressant you needed his venom and that venom came solely from his fangs. And unfortunately he was always a fighter when it came down to getting his fangs touched, you never really understood why but today he was extra feisty.
That meant that he needed a much higher dosage of the suppressant and that also meant more mouth time.
"Open your mouth dammit Miguel!" You yelled at him while holding a test tube in one hand and small tongs in the other.
Usually he'd let you be but today was just an off day for some strange reason. He was fighting you and holding your wrists away from his face but you fought back pushing and shoving. It became too much just standing at his side that you had to climb on top of him and straddle him as he laid in the dental chair. The only reason why you had one in the lab was because of him! Did he ever thank you? No, he only shrugged it off and rolled his eyes.
What a prick.
"I said no tongs and you brought out the tongs! They feel weird in my mouth so I'm not doing this!" Miguel yelled back surprised that he didn't just lift you up off his lap. Actually, he was surprised you had the boldness to climb on top of him like this.
The tongs were the only thing you could use that didn't bother the sensitivity of his fangs.
"You know why I have to use them!" You practically hiss at him.
He leaned up quickly getting into your face, surprising you," Then use something else." Miguel continued to hold your wrists even when you stopped struggling against him.
He was...so close. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face. Just for a second you felt the urge to lean in but as soon as that feeling came it went.
Clearing your throat you looked away and sighed.
"Fine. The hand it is," Shaking your wrists he got the memo and released them. Bracing your fist on his broad chest you prepared to slide off him but his hands instantly stopped you. A hand on your waist under your lab coat and another on your hip.
You looked at him with wide surprised eyes, yet again surprised by his actions but he looked rather determined to keep you in your place.
"You get off this chair and I'll leave. Stay and take the venom now. I'm busy."
The surprised look quickly morphed into one of annoyance. Tossing your head back you rolled your eyes, maybe avoiding his gaze would lessen the urge to hit him.
Miguel took that opportunity to look at your slender neck. It's been quite a few days since he last took the sedative and during that time his more monstrous traits kicked in. What's more, his more animalistic needs became unhinged.
And right now the one thing he's been craving for, for such a long time was sitting right on top of him, like a fly caught in his web. You were small compared to him, plump in all the right places and soft everywhere else. The prefect prey.
You always caught his eye even when he was just passing by asking for updates on the newest inventions or discoveries that you and his AI made in the multiverse but not a day went by he never thought about you.
His red eyes eyed and watched as you slowly tossed your head forward tossing the tongs to the side. Red eyes trailed down your neck watching your heartbeat through your jugular, trailing that vein down to the flesh of your chest. Those few undone buttons stopping, hiding plump mounds of flesh just waiting for him to grasp and bite.
While you adjusted yourself on his lap you looked back up at him. He seemed so lost in thought starring at your...blouse? Did you have a stain there? You made sure to eat your takeout very carefully. Without looking you simply brushed your hand over the fabric, breaking his trance he shook his head a bit and resting his head back on the headrest.
"Hurry up Y/N." His voice sounded much more hoarse than before. Was he still mad at you? God. He was so annoying!
Rolling your eyes you secretly flipped him off.
"Yes sir, right away sir. Open up and shut up." You hissed at him.
Miguel grumbled but he parted his lips and opened his mouth wide. Instantly his fangs were on full display. They were long, sharp, white and pretty. They were always so pretty.
You had to practically lay on him when he rested back on the headrest. So you both were chest to chest, your hand touching his cheek and the other still holding the test tube. While examining his gums and all of his other teeth, you could feel just how solid his body was.
Strong and powerful between your straddled plush thighs, his chest rose and fell with even breaths. His hand still holding you captive. Like a fly caught in his web. Your thumb brushed along his bottom lip gently tugging it down to the the bottom row of his teeth.
Taking in a breath you tried you control your thoughts. This was a professional setting...sort of?
"Your...Your teeth look very...good Miguel, I'm surprised." You spoke softly, afraid that if you spoke any louder he'd hear exactly how he was making you feel.
"You yelled at me the last time you saw them," Each word he said had the tip of your thumb in his mouth. His mouth was open once more and you saw how wet the tip of your thumb was with his spit.
Fuck.
"I said to shut up." Breathless you licked your own lips and went back to checking his mouth. This was dangerous. You just needed to extract the venom and that was it so why was this taking so long?
You were confused. You always knew he was attractive and you swore you'd never go after a guy as cocky and as sarcastic like him but here you were attracted to him more than ever.
Was sitting on top of him all it took?
Miguel smirked while looking up at you. Your fingers pushed his upper lip up exposing more of those pretty fangs you grew to like. You always thought how they would feel piercing into your flesh, releasing that dangerous venom into your veins; paralyzing you and leaving you at the mercy of-
"Miguel~"
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flushed against him and his hand on your hip fell to your bare thigh slipping up under your tight pencil skirt.
The test tube was forgotten and that free hand came and cupped his warm cheek, the other kept his upper lip up. His eyes glowed red when he saw you finally lean forward with parted lips.
Instantly you placed a quick peck on his bottom lip. Your tongue slowly peeking out and licking his bottom lip, slowly and sensually.
Miguel didn't have to say a single thing because both of your bodies were doing most of the talking. He knew this was bound to happen someday. His instincts always went haywire whenever you were in the same room as him. So it only meant one thing.
You both were compatible with one another.
And with compatibility that meant great sex, and when there's great sex there's offspring.
Something inside of him quite enjoyed the thought of getting you knocked up with his kids.
Your tongue distracted his train of thought, it slipped into his mouth gliding over the bottom row of his teeth, over his gums. He groaned softly trying his hardest not to hold you too tight. But he wanted to, so badly to pull your hips flushed together and show you just how much you affected him.
'Miguel, touch me more," You whispered softly, breathlessly.
Without further instruction Miguel tore your skirt with his talons and tossed the torn fabric to the side. He was careful when he went back to grab hold of your thighs, talons lightly scraping against the skin of your thighs.
And all while your tongue was happily diving into his mouth going over every ridge, every tooth and over each his sharp fang that seemed to secrete that venom you always worked with. You guessed they were just as excited as the person who owned them.
You expected yourself to be paralyzed by it the moment you licked it off his fangs but you were perfectly fine.
Actually, you didn't feel a single thing except for a tingle right between your legs. Did his venom have an aphrodisiac affect too?
What an interesting outcome, you'd have to test this again later just to make sure.
Miguel had enough of you giving his fangs all the attention to he pressed his tongue against yours. Happily you licked and you happily indulged in licking every crevice of his mouth.
You felt him bend his legs behind you, his hand other hand sliding down the small of your back. Those sharp talons reached for the thin string of your thong and pulled it to the side.
He exposed your sex, wet and dripping with need. How could you have forgotten how wet you were?
The great vampire Sider- Man groaned as soon as your sex was exposed. Your pheromones' reaching his nose full force.
You pulled back from licking. Strings of saliva falling and breaking apart as he spoke.
"Got all the venom you needed?"
Why was he asking you that, when you clearly weren't collecting any samples.
"Oh please. This isn't the time-"
You tensed up a bit when you felt it. Prodding. It was thick round and sliding up and down between your wet folds. You could hear it, the soft squishy wet sounds one only makes when they're completely aroused and ready to be taken.
And by the feel of it, he was ready for a long session.
"Because I have some more Id like you to...test out for me."
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Just because I couldn't resist ;///;
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livwritesstuff · 3 months
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a happening in the harrington house circa 2010-ish
(aka another example of Eddie being a kind, loving, gentle parent like Wayne was to him and Steve being absolutely fine with his children being mostly feral as long as they’re alive)
“Dad, am I adopted?”
Eddie blinks, then furrows his eyes as he looks at his seven-year-old daughter, Robbie (who he hadn’t even heard come into the room, to be honest), because he knows that he and Steve have been very upfront with all three of their children about how they’re adopted.
“Yes,” he tells her, “You’re adopted. You’re all adopted.”
“Then how come Hazel and Moe look like sisters and they don’t look like me?” she asks.
And Eddie feels his heart break a little bit.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, running a hand over her curls, “Well, first of all, you all look very similar, and you do all have the same mom, 100%. Sometimes genes are just weird that way.”
Robbie scrunches her nose, “Jeans?”
“Uhh…” he trails off, scratching his head and knowing full well he barely made it through sophomore biology (and that was almost thirty years ago).
When Steve comes home thirty minutes later, he finds Robbie Skyping with Dustin in Indiana and he’s got his camera facing a white board while he talks the first-grader and her middle-aged dad through a very basic explanation of punnett squares and genetics.
“What’s going on?” he asks skeptically, dropping his backpack onto the counter.
“Uncle Dustin’s showing me why me and Moe aren’t related,” Robbie replies, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
“No,” Dustin cuts in emphatically.
Steve looks at his husband for an explanation.
“She thinks she’s not related to Moe and Hazel because she doesn’t look like them,” Eddie tells him.
Steve’s eyebrows fly up as he looks back at their daughter.
“Robbie,” he says, “Where’s your head at? You and Moe have the exact same face with different hair.”
“Moe has brown eyes,” Robbie fires back.
“And Hazel has blue eyes just like you. So what? All three of you are basically identical. When you and Moe were little, you were so tall that people always told me how cute my twins are.”
yEARS later, Moe and Robbie do that tiktok trend where the camera switches back and forth *very* quickly between their faces to show how similar they look, and their friends all comment shit like ‘wow y’all TWINS twins’
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rosewaterandivy · 6 months
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omg, imagine actor!steve! being spotted at rockstar!gf show (kinda like people are spotted at ts era tour in vip tent) and getting cute little bracelets from fans & him showing her them afterwards.
In honor of a follower milestone, here, have some modern!actor steve x rockstar!gf. Took the prompt and ran with it; enjoy! 💜
tender charm
🎶 baby the way you move me, it’s crazy, it’s like you see right through me and make it easier, you please me, you don’t even have to try 🎶
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Steve’s not the type.
Sure, he understands these sorts of things. And for most of your fans, attending a concert of this magnitude will be a defining event in the course of their lives.
He simply was not prepared for the sheer amount of people wanting to give him bracelets. He’s much more used to your fans showing off their ink and tattoos of lyrics or your handwriting. And, as always, he felt ill prepared because he didn’t have anything to offer them in return.
Luckily, they didn’t seem to mind. He was, however, bombarded with shouts of, “Take care of our girl, Harrington!” or “Tell Cherry we love her!” and the occasional, “We’ve got our eye on you, don’t fuck it up!”
Steve didn’t intend on fucking it up. Well, not if he could help it anyway.
So when he gleefully shows you the haul on his arms and shoved into his pockets at the end of the show, breathlessly recounting fan messages he’d promised to relay, Steve doesn’t necessarily catch the mischievous gleam in your eye as you nod along.
“I ended up with a ton of these,” his fingers pinch the moody teal and emerald beads at his wrist, black letters of SHRIKE contrasting against the bright white plastic, “I guess they assume it’s about me, or us.” He concludes with a shrug.
“Yes, because I never write songs about you.”
“Oh yeah, that’d be career suicide.” He laughs and settles back against the banquet seat of the tour bus.
“Hmm, that’s weird.” You say with a twist of your lips, “You’re missing some.”
Steve furrows his brow, confused as you turn to rifle through your bag. Prizing the bracelets between your fingers, you roll them onto his wrist before letting your hands fall into your lap.
He reads the newest acquisitions quickly, eyes widening in realization.
Something simple and to the point. Had cost you all of a ten dollars and maybe an hour of your time. An understated color palette of earthy tones for each bracelet, accented with black text printed on white beads.
The first proclaims DADDY. The second declares 2 B. The third is simply a chord of leather adorned with a singular gemstone in the center.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you—“ Big hands cup your hips and drag you closer to him.
“Yes,” you squeak, clambering into his lap and resting your forehead against his. Eyes growing misty, you blink to clear the haze and get a long look at him.
Under your gaze, he attempts to duck his head and nuzzle into your neck and shoulder. Your hands, cool against his heated skin, cradle his head while your thumbs rub in soothing circles against his scalp.
“You happy?”
Steve nods, at an utter loss for words. Can’t imagine trying to speak without his voice breaking or, god forbid, bursting into tears.
“Good,” You sigh with a sweet smile. “Me too.”
It was touch and go after the shower incident, which ended up being a false alarm anyway. And then there was really no time for discussion between your tour and his filming schedule.
It wasn’t something you’d sat down and discussed, not really. Steve’s always wanted kids, but never quite let himself believed that it would happen.
Not until you barreled into his life, a whirlwind of talent and genetics with a tendency for entropy.
One look at you and he was a complete goner. Started ring shopping after your visit to Palm Springs, as a matter of fact.
So to say that he’s happy is an understatement. Overjoyed, yes. Bowled over, definitely. Synapses and neurons firing in rapid succession, far to fast for him to keep up.
All he knows is this: the brush of your skin against his, a cool balm to his fevered flesh. The scent of you—musk and salt and home— surrounds him, blankets him in comfort. Everything he could possibly want, right here in his grasp.
“We’re having a baby,” he says with a shudder. Because now he’s said it, now it’s real.
You gnaw the swell of your bottom lip, pearly white and plush pink accented by the delicious curve of your smile.
“You can say that again.”
Steve jerks up helplessly. “What—“ Sets you back a pace and eyes you up and down, “Is there—“
A slow nod as happy tears clump your lashes together. As if you can’t take his torment anymore, you smile wide and radiant.
“Twins,” you rasp, “We’re having twins.”
He fumbled with his awkward limbs, drawing you near once more, hands tentative and hesitant with newfound knowledge. Logically, he knows you won’t break— you’re built of sterner stuff, as you like to remind him. But he can’t help treating you with tenderness at a moment like this.
Graciously, you allow it. Soft hands and watery smiles, sweet murmurs that fall from your lips and pierce him all the way through—“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
A kiss planted on the tip of his nose as your hands stroke his form. Sliding smooth up his side and stoking heat into his arms and shoulders, up his spine, down his chest.
Steve’s eyes slip shut when your mouth returns to his neck. He takes your advice to heart, not that there was much convincing that was needed anyway.
It’s only then, your eyes both sharp and steady peering into the once empty parts of him, housed in the tender safety and warmth of your arms, does Steve bow his head and weep.
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mikobeautifulheart · 11 days
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Older brothers best friend trope with megumi where reader is yujis sister?
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Nooooo but that's such a good ideaaaaaa 🐌.
Yuji's little sister
Megumi meets the fist biggest start in the solar system. He really isn't sure how but you just keep shining to him. Btw its unedited.
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Yuji walked into Jujutsu high, but this time there was someone almost hidden by his entire frame. Nobody really noticed until he came across Megumi.
"Hey Megumi" Yuji said with his usual smile and wave.
"Hey Yuji. Is there someone behind you?" he asked leaning to the side to see you meet his eyes and immediately look away.
"Oh yeah, that's my little sister, Y/N." He said moving aside making you give Megumi a small wave.
Unlike me she has a cursed technique but we didn't fully get it until Gojo showed up" Yuji said.
Megumi looked at you up and down, you and Yuji didn't really look related except for the pink hair you both had, and if personality was genetic that too.
"Nice to meet you." You say noticing Megumi staring at you.
"Like wise" He responded.
"Do you know if we have any missions today?" Yuji interrupted Megumi's thoughts as he mindlessly stared at you.
"Uh...maybe" he mumbled still dazed.
He didn't understand exactly what was happening but all he knew was that you were captivating.
Yuji slid the door open and greeted Nobora, introducing you while he was at it. You must have senses him looking at you because you glanced at your side seeing Megumi staring at you from the door way and immediately turning away.
"Hey, don't let Fushiguro weird you out. He's a little anti-social and blunt. That's just his nature, he probably thinks he's being friendly toward you." Nobora said patting your back as you turned to where Megumi once was.
"Oh, I see." You say turning back to the conversation before Gojo entered, Megumi in toe.
"Class i'm sure you met Y/N. Yes she is a year younger but because we don't have a class for her year she'll be joining yours." Gojo said over the moon.
"Nice to work with you this year" you said bowing slightly as a sign of respect.
"No need to be so formal Y/N, i'm sure they don't mind, RIGHT MEGUMI"
"whatever" he mumbled, his ears red.
He figured Gojo caught on to his strange fascination for you. Is there anything those six eyes wont see?
"You can take your seat next to Megumi." Gojo said as he got onto explaining the missions for the week.
"Hey Megumi, look after Y/N on your missions together, I get she's capable but she hides alot of things like injuries" Yuji said when you were to busy talking to Nobora about the last mission.
"Okay..." He said looking at you and nodding at Yuji's request.
The first mission of the day was as a group, but as the week dragged on you saw less and less of Yuji as he worked at other sites with Nobora and Nanami.
You were just as busy but you never really got paired with anyone besides Megumi. Not as if you were complaining. He didn't talk to much but he cared. On missions he would always put himself infront of you incase of a curse and he would always watch you carefully during fights. You thought you could get away with the minor scratch on your arm but as soon as you exorcise the cure Megumi is inspecting the cut going to disinfect it and wrap it up.
He always looked after you, made sure you were safe. Until you weren't.
"MEGUMI MOVE" You said pushing him to the side with your own body taking a vicious blow from a curse.
"Y/N!" Megumi yelled swiftly exorcising the curse and picking your unconscious body up from the ground.
Your breaths were shallow but it might have just been you getting winded, he still had time to get you out of there and to Shoko for further care.
With you in his arms he ran out the building and laied you in the back seat of the car telling Itchi to drive quickly to Shoko. You guys got there but your chest slowly lowered and struggled to rise.
"Y/N hold on okay, were so close and your so strong, I'm sorry and you do so much for me but please just do this for me, just live!" He said holding onto your hand.
You gently squeezed it before your arm went limp.
Shoko had you in her office working to keep you alive, the curse had gotten into your body, shutting it down from the inside.
Both Yuji and Megumi sat out side the office, heads hung low and anxiety over taking them.
Finally after an hour Shoko came out, you trailing behind with a bandage around your arm, still smiling that signature Itadori smile.
"Y/N-" Yuji said getting up and wrapping his arms around you
"I'm okay now Yuji" you said patting him on the back and looking over his shoulder to look at Megumi who was standing up and again just looking at you.
"I'm sorry Y/N I have to go on another mission right now, I would stay but I can't-"
"Its okay Yuji, I'm fine anyway, stay safe." You said before wavering him off down the hallway.
Shoko left back into her office and Megumi looked at you.
"Where you heading?" He finally broke the silence.
"I think I'll go back to class, pick up my bag" You said starting to walk along side Megumi.
You both stood in the class room awkwardly as you realised Yuji must have taken your bag back to your dorm already. You could have turned and left but you felt this weird hot feeling rise in your chest.
"What's on your mind." Megumi said looking down seeing you all nervous.
"Do you maybe want to...go out?" You asked playing with your fingers.
Megumi was taken aback. Its all he ever wanted but it was to good to be true.
Maybe you had some drugs while getting stitched up from Shoko and they hadn't worn off yet, becuase this couldn't be anything but a dream.
"I-I don't think we should, I put you in danger and you nearly died. Plus your my friends little sister and thats-"
"Are you serious? Megumi, it was my choice to get injured not yours, you keep putting yourself on the line for me but when I do it for you it's bad?" You said in frustration
"What about me? Who I am, not who i'm related to, can't you see me as a person?" you continued as Megumi awkwardly looked away.
"Megumi if you don't want to date me just say so but don't use my brother as an excuse." You said with a mix of sadness and disappointment.
You opended the door and were about to walk out when you heard a small breath of hesitance.
"Wait- Y/N" He said looking right at the back of you.
You hesitantly turned around almost on the brink of tears as you felt something warm touch our lips. You melted in Megumi's larger figure as he held you closer as if you would disappear forever.
"I do see you as your own person Y/N, I know you hate it when I try to protect you but I hate seeing you hurt, so much that i'd rather die and i'll keep protecting you until I do die."
"Don't die Megumi, I love you to much"
He moved closer to your lips before capturing them again.
The question was who was going to tell Yuji?
THANK YOU FOR READING ♡
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AUTHOURS NOTE: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I've been bombarded with stuff and started reading some books and rushed dead lines- I'm so sorry but after next week I'm going to be posting a fic almost every day (Hopefully) Have a good when ever my glorious 🐌 anon. and uh reblogs r cool ig, if you were wondering.
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the-scooby-gang · 1 year
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Character assassination and delayed puberty: VelmaHBO mishandling of Fred Jones
As I write the "I watched Velma HBO so you don't have too" reviews for episode 1 and 2, I decided to post this thought process I had regarding Fred's mischaracterization and, specifically, about the choice of giving him delayed puberty.
In the show, Mindy Kaling's self insert (because that ain't Velma in this or in the next life) comes to the conclusion that Fred is such a "spoiled white privileged brat" that his body didn't see the point of growing up at all.
First of all: Fuck that
Second of all: Whose brilliant idea (we all know who, but lets pretend for a second here) was it to turn FRED JONES: cheerleader; net lover; circus enjoyer; himbo friend; golden retriever sunshine boy and "I love my friends and my van so much you guys" into THIS?!?!
Is it because he is white, blond and has blue eyes???? Because it would be easy to make him into a caricature of white supremacy???
Yes. That's exactly why they changed Fred. Because it was easy.
I will go deeper on this in the full review of episode 1 and 2 (god help me) but this whole show is written in the most lazy way possible with jokes that would have fit perfectly in a edgy early 2000s show, where characters become those straw men versions of liberals conservatives IMAGINE exist.
Where people of color complain all the time about white supremacy but don't go deeper into it, its just complaining for the sake of complaining;
Where they bring genuine arguments people make but with zero nuance or though behind them, instead the writers put what THEY imagine it is about and, 99.9% of the time, they attribute it to people being "tOo sEnSiTiVe" and " tRiGgErEd SnOwFlAkEs"
Where people blow things out of proportion and accuse people left and right of being fascists (when they call Fred "Hitler" the background character says "he looks like Hitler. And I'm not just saying that because we call anyone Hitler nowadays") completely disregarding the WHY people in real life are calling out fascist behavior when they see it. Hello rise of fascism happening on the world, how is the INVASION OF CAPITOL IN AMERICA and THE INVASION AND DEPREDATION OF THE PLANALTO IN BRAZIL going for you?!;
This show is Family Guy. I would say it's worse than Family Guy even.
Third of all: Delayed puberty is an Actual Thing That Happens To People. It's something that can happen at random or it can be a genetic disorder shared in the family. It can be a symptom of something way more serious or something benign.
Many people that suffer from delayed puberty suffer from low self esteem because they have to watch their friends grow and develop when the same thing's not happening to them. They may feel like they're never going to catch up.
People are bullied over this, people develop depression.
And now these people are the punch line of this mean spirited joke.
I can even envision a better show where Fred still has delayed puberty, but instead of being the butt of jokes where people keep commenting on the size of the penis of this HIGH SCHOOLER, they treat as the constitutional delay it is. Fred is a late bloomer. It may be caused by a pattern of growth and development in his family, it may be a chronic illnesses he has. Can you imagine Fred with something like asthma or diabetes?
Lets go with that, lets imagine a Fred with diabetes, who is not receiving a proper treatment for said diabetes (maybe because his parents subscribe to that style of parenting where they are more concerned about appearances than the well being of their kid. "No, he has no problem. He is a perfectly healthy Jones."
Or they are the kind that say shit like this: "He doesn't have blurry vision he is just a lazy student, that's an excuse," or "You would stop going so much to the bathroom to piss if you stoped drinking water all the time" or even "I told you to not stay awake all night on those weird net making websites, now you're tired in class. What kind of mother they must think I am..." "But I didn't stay up all night, I swear–" "Don't you lie to me Frederick") and as such the side effects and symptoms are left unchecked.
So the Fred Velma, and we the audience, are introduced too is the heir of this fortune... who can't stay standing because he is constantly tired, has completely given up on trying to apply himself on school because he can't see the fucking board his vision is so blurry, has passed out at least once in gym, drinks water like he lives in a dessert and is so self conscious about his body that even his girlfriend hasn't seen him shirtless even once. The swim team hasn't seen him shirtless even once, so there are these whiplash inducing photos in the year book where is a bunch of guys in speedos nest to this one dude in an early 20th century striped swimming suit.
In episode 1 itself Velma's vision of Fred can start biased, after all from a distance a person that doesn't know Fred personally can chalk his behavior to "rich dramatic boy that knows he doesn't need to put effort into learning since he already has a fortune guaranteed for him after all this, so he is just sleeping and vibing and being dramatic through high school" but as the episode progresses and she gets to know Fred, she notices that the image doesn't fit. Fred, who has such in depth knowledge about physics and mechanics, who clearly loves his girlfriend very much and feels bad about the murder of this girl he considered a friend. The image of "Rich guy that doesn't care" is not fitting.
I want it to be a Velma and Daphne epiphany. About Daphne talking about all these things Fred has told her or that she noticed about him to Velma as they look for clues and it hits Velma as a she connects all together. The tiredness, the pissing, the thirst, the blurry vision.
Daphne may have not seen it because she is too close but with Velma's outside perspective the pieces fall into place.
Now lets imagine that instead of cop lesbian moms, Daphne could have lesbian doctor/nurse moms. They take him to them and they give him what he desperately needed:
"No, dear. You're not lazy, or broken, or an attention seeker, or any other bullshit your parents called you. You have diabetes. Type 1 to be precise."
After Daphne and Velma hug a crying Fred until he has no more tears to give, the series progresses with Fred now treating his diabetes as one of its recurring plot lines.
I want Daphne to have extra insulin in her purse, I want Shaggy to help Fred with his new diet, I want Fred and Velma to go exercising together and have deep conversations about body image and how they deal with it (Fred with his delayed puberty, Velma with her extra weight)
"Mature" and "Adult" content doesn't need to be edgy sex-violence-and-drugs.
It can be simply a story of a high schooler having to deal with diabetes in a country were insulin is expensive as fuck, some parents are more willing to let their kids suffer than offer any kind of help or even admit that there may be a problem in the first place, of dealing with body image and things that are out of your control.
Just a thought.
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“one who moves among hearts” being a possible translation of Astarion’s name is brutal.
If we take this translation as intentionally chosen opposed to real world names where meaning is usually not thought of beyond cultural background. like being named “Michael” because it means “gift from god” (one translation) vs. the name was just in the Bible so it was used
If his parent CHOSE “Astarion” with that intent, they probably meant it as “we want you to be somebody who experiences so much love in your life”
But another interpretation of the phrase “one who moves among hearts” could be somebody who plays with people’s emotions. The heartbreaker.
Which is what Cazador forced him to be. Cazador sent him and the other spawn to catch prey, and unless the most recent patch removed it, there’s basically a Kama Sutra in the room Astarion says he brought victims to. Meaning the seduction ploy was, more likely than not, Cazador’s idea.
Also “tar/taér” being the equivalent of a diminutive and common for an elf’s childhood/first name, something they use until they reach 100 when they get to pick their own and are seen as a full adult in elven society… you think Astarion had to specifically avoid elves?
By a multi species society’s standard he’d be treated as an adult, but an elf hears that diminutive and they’re 100+? They’d probably recoil like when somebody in their 20s realizes a teenager is flirting with them.
Like, could they go with Astarion? Yes, but it would probably get the same sort of side eye as like a 24yr getting with an 18yr. It’s technically okay, but it’s so close to Not Okay that people keep an eye out.
Do you think after endgame that’s something he thinks about? He’s been “Astarion” for twice as long as he should’ve, but it’s also something from his life that Cazador couldn’t take away. He doesn’t remember what he looks like, he doesn’t remember his own eye color.
We don’t know what his relationship with his family was like before, he doesn’t mention them. Which I take to mean he was a transplant to Baldur’s Gate. Maybe he had a good relationship with them but they didn’t live at the Gate, maybe he didn’t and moved to get away. Either way, his name is one of the last and most tangible things from before Cazador that I think he’d have a hard time picking a new one, if he wants to at all.
That's a very interesting point! Thank you for sharing! I actually think Astarion isn't a baby name. Elven baby names are short: Arya, Bryn, Del, Eryn. Tav sounds like an Elven baby name as well. Meanwhile adult Elven names sound like that: Ivellios, Laucian, Quarion, Soveliss etc. Astarion is definetely an adult name in form. Why did he have it though, since he was a child according to Elven standarts?
I have two theories 1) People know the difference between baby Elven names and adult Elven names. So, Astarion just chose an adult name prematurily upon starting his career. I think a lot of Elves start using adult names early in life to look older. Plus they definetely fantasize about what names they are going to take once they hit 100 years. 2) This is a weird theory, but bear with me. There are almost no Elves in Baldur's Gate. Especially, Elven nobility. But there is plenty of Half-Elves. Almost everyone with pointy ears is a person with mixed ancestry. Also, Elves are very delicate and short. Astarion doesn't look like one. He has a human male body structure and if it wasn't for his ears, no one would think he is a pure Half-Elf.
Now let's remember the lessons on genetics, especially Mendelian inheritance. If you have the whole population of Half-Elves (mixed descendants of Elves and Humans), you can get children who inherit only one combination of ancestral features. Two Half-Elves will probably conceive a Half-Elven child but there is a chance the kid inherit Human features from both parents or ... Elven features, getting the same set of genes from Elven grandparents.
So, what if Astarion is like that? He was born in Baldur or its area to the Half-Elven family. Despite being a High Elf, he still has some Human features (ambitions and the body type). And because his folks had little to no idea what Elven society looks like, they gave him an Elven name not knowing it's an adult one. And that would explain why Astarion doesn't have a family to come back to. Half-Elfs live up to 200 years. His parents are dead, people he grew up with are dead. And he is just this "stray" High Elf who wo't be accepted by Elves because he is descendants to Humand and Half-Elves.
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wantonlywindswept · 8 months
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CC Aurek Batch + 1
wanted to write some command batch shenanigans with a side of Just Slightly Weird. are they force-users? fae? eldritch creatures? i have no idea!
obligatory mandoa meanings, tho I use them as names so it doesn’t really matter, and it’s clarified who is who later on:
Mirdala: clever, smart
Edee: jaws, teeth
Kote: glory
Buirkan: responsibility
Gettse: courage, nerve
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"Why is it," Alpha-17 sighed, "That whenever stupid shit happens, it's always you five?"
Every member of CC Batch Aurek blinked at him in unison, wearing the same identical expressions of innocence.
Creepy.
"Sorry, sir," Mirdala lied, like the little liar that he was. 
"Didn't mean to cause problems, sir," Edee also lied.
Kote opened his mouth but Alpha held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Kote was a terrible liar. It was embarrassing. Alpha had completely failed in teaching that one any kind of subtlety, and did not need a reminder of the reason for Fordo's constant mockery.
"Alright," he said, "Show me the poor cadet you kidnapped."
"I wasn't kidnapped," a young, mulish voice said from behind the perfectly-arrayed line of teenage CCs. "I came on purpose."
"Yes, I'm sure they gave you the option of refusing," Alpha drawled. He glanced pointedly toward Buirkan, who at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "Go on, move."
The quintet shuffled uncertainly, holding out just a little longer before finally parting to reveal the cadet tucked behind Kote and Gettse, gently pushing him forward. Alpha'd had his suspicions about why Aurek decided to openly lay claim on a CT, and the blond roots in the kid's hair certainly explained some of it.
"CT-7567, sir," the cadet said, snapping to attention. His salute was a little shaky, but Alpha didn't often interact with the CTs, and the rumors of him being an asshole were--well, true, but at least a little overblown.
When the cadet stopped there, offering nothing else, Alpha turned his attention to Aurek with a pointed, judgemental frown.
Kote stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders.
"His name is Rex," Kote said proudly, with the smugness of someone who'd clearly won naming rights, going by the disgruntled looks from his batchers. 
"He's one of Us," Edee added, belligerent, as if that was enough to excuse the five of them causing chaos and abducting a CT from the cadet barracks in broad fucking daylight. But Alpha heard the emphasis, and--
Well. That was enough.
The thing that not a lot of people knew--or if they did, they shut their damned mouths about it--was that the very first batch of CC-class clones decanted came out...odd.
'Unsettling,' had been the word Mij Gilamar used, said without rancor, unlike the reactions from some of the other trainers. 'Unnatural,' was what Walon Vau called them. Isabelle Reau said that they were 'horrible little abominations', and while Alpha cared exactly fuck-all about what Reau and Priest had to say, he still made sure that Aurek never ended up near their illicit battle circles. 
Jango Fett had watched them for a single training session, face growing steadily darker as they demolished the shooting range, and then he'd turned heel and left without a word. 
Alpha was pretty sure that was just because they were already close to beating his scores. Sucks to suck, Prime.
There was nothing psychologically, physically, or genetically wrong about Aurek--that the Kaminoans could prove, anyway--and all five were clearly on track to be high-ranked soldiers whenever the war finally started. 
But they were, admittedly, really fucking weird sometimes.
"That true?" Alpha asked the cadet. "You're one of them?"
Now that he looked, he could see the similarities between Rex and the rest of Aurek: the little CT was already synced with them, breathing and blinking in time. His eyes bore the same unnatural intensity, and Alpha wondered if he would also be able to locate the others no matter how far away they were.
Rex nodded, a pleased smile breaking across his face. It didn't seem like he smiled that often.
"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm one of them, and they're one of me, and we're all gonna be together now."
Rex looked up at Kote, who smiled besottedly down at him.
"This is Cody!" he said. 
"And this is Gree," he said, patting Gettse's arm.
"That's Bly," he said, nodding toward Buirkan.
"And those're Fox and Wolffe," he said, pointing at Mirdala and Edee.
Alpha took in the newly-named Aurek batch with raised eyebrows. They couldn't quite mask their happiness at the new monikers, and Bly stepped forward, meeting Alpha's gaze.
"We will always treasure the names you gave us," he said earnestly, as if Alpha was some tubie in need of reassurance, "But we gave him his name, and he wanted to give us something back."
It wasn't as if the clones had possessions, after all, and names were one of the few things that the Kaminoans couldn't take away. 
Alpha scoffed and cuffed Bly in the side of the head.
"I'm not offended, you little brat," he said, "And I'll still call you what I damn well want."
Bly just beamed at him, pleased, and Alpha rolled his eyes. He pushed Bly back into the circle of his batchers and their new plus-one, and if there was any kind of gentleness in his touch, he would deny it until he died.
"Meet up for training tomorrow at the usual time," he ordered, "And bring the kid with you."
Grins all around. 
"Sir, yes sir!"
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xoxo-ren-xoxo · 9 days
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I’ve read through the master post I’m hungrily consuming content tell me abt Joe and Cleo. I wanna hear about their adventures. Also perhaps Martyn inthelittlewood crumbs? You got any ideas for him? Cause since evo people are part of Grian’s flock it’d make sense for Martyn to exist . I’m shoving this au in my mouth I need more. -🤖
YES I CAN TALK ABOUT THEM <3 MORE BELOW THE CUT!!
So I have no idea when or where these two come into the story, probably later on (when Grian and Mumbo have teamed up with Cub and Scar... don't worry about how that happens)
BUT. Joe and Cleo are really fun because the apocalypse literally made their lives better. The apocalypse has a sort of refraction effect (like the 'shimmer' in Annihilation) where it bends people's genetic material. For some, this means their eyes change colour, for others they become weird creatures, for many it means they explode into a weird mess of fungi.
For Joe it means he's just... weirder, now. He can do things that seem impossible, appear in places that don't make sense, defy several laws of physics, and seems to be very good at keeping monsters away. He has a sort of aura about him.
Cleo got killed by a monster but then they came back. Instead of coming back wrong or worse she came back better. Stronger, faster, better eyesight. Not that she uses it very often. Mostly they just wander about with Joe, looking for survivors. They like to help survivors get to safe places, but a lot of people are scared of her because of... uh... everything about her.
Onto Martyn who I have NOT talked about. I think he's VERY good at acting and looking human. He's probably fully integrated into a human safe haven. And he likes humans, but humans are also natural prey, so... eh. He's kind of nesting, waiting for the right moment to strike, but also building genuine connections with his prey new friends.
Design-wise I think his most natural form is something a bit more aquatic-looking than Grian and Pearl's bird/bug vibes. He's got a siren type thing going on. Which fits his personality too lol. I would love to think about him a bit more tbh he's an evil little fuck.
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Hii!! <3
If it's alright with you, could do some drabbles/small hcs of the devil butlers who have an aruji-sama who is a long dragon/Chinese dragon? I've been thinking about this concept for a while, I still haven't seen any sort of supernatural MC in this fandom😭 I mean it makes sense since the game MC is supposed to be basically just a self insert of the player, but it would still be nice to see an aruji who's like nonhuman and stuff •w• sorry if I rambled a bit there (T_T)
Why hello Anon! I see you have an interesting request!
In my past few works, I wrote about Aruji-sama who's a devil, an angel and a fairy. But an Aruji-sama who's a Chinese dragon? I LOVE YOUR IDEA!!!
I did a lot of searching about the Chinese dragon, here are the sources I used! - Here! (Please let me know if some information is fake or isn't true!) (Also PLEASE tell me if anything I wrote here is offensive in any kind of way! I don't want to accidentally offend anyone here, I want my readers to feel comfortable reading my writing)
Headcanons under the cut!
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Eyes
First of all, I'd like to imagine that Aruji-sama has eyes with a gradient of colours and slitted pupils. Colourful eyes are extremely unusual in the Human world, so Aruji-sama has to hide their identity by wearing colour contacts.
Ever since going to the Akuneko world and seeing the butler's MAJESTIC eyes, Aruji-sama probably thought that taking their contacts off would be a good idea...
But even if colourful eyes aren't unusual in that world, slitted eyes sure are!
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Nac 🗝️: Oh Aruji-sama! Your eyes are stunning as always!
Aruji-sama ❤️: O-oh thanks-
Lucas 🍷: Is this some sort of unusual genetics from your world, Aruji-sama? May I have a closer look?
Aruji-sama ❤️: Yes, of course-
Lamli ⭐: Aruji-sama! Your eyes are sparkly... like, like stars!
Aruji-sama ❤️: *sobbing internally from embarrassment* (from my research, apparently Chinese Dragons are shy? Oh my! I suppose we have another case of slightly insecure and shy Aruji-sama, oh no!)
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Scales and Tails
Just another note about Aruji-sama's appearance! Once they open up to the butlers, I'd like to think that they'd let their appearance slip through their human looks. From their tail suddenly popping out when they're happy, to showing their canine teeth when they're angry.
Think of it as... those Zhongli (from Genshin Impact) or Dan Heng (from Honkai Star Rail) in their half-dragon forms! That's what I imagine Dragon Aruji-sama to look like!
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Aruji-sama: Guys... I have to tell you something...
Berrien: Yes? What's wrong Aruji-sama?
Aruji-sama: I'm not human... *shows their dragon features*
The butlers: *gasp* 😯
Miyaji: Aruji-sama...
*insert Miyaji turning into his half-animal form after Aruji-sama unleashes his demon (why the fuck does that sound so wrong??)*
Miyaji: Me too...!
Aruji-sama: aww! *on the verge of tears cause they feel safe in the palace*
(if you know this meme take this 👑)
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Fortune and Rain
Last but not least, as Chinese Dragons represent "Good Fortune" and "Strength", I think that Aruji-sama's presence would give extreme luck to every butler in the palace
It can be small, unnoticeable things to unusual and terrifyingly weird events. Like Ammon's roses growing unusually well in bad weather, Nac feeling energized even after he only had a few hours of sleep, and... Haures actually succeeding in making something edible!?
The butlers might freak out (especially because of Haures's case).
And with the power of Google, I have found out that Chinese Dragons are usually associated with water. Occasional rainclouds here and there... oh and nobles slipping on puddles here and there... why is that noble drenched? Wasn't today sunny all day?
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Boschi: Hey Ammon, don't you think things are going a little too well these days?
Ammon: Now that you mention it, that's kinda true...
Fennesz: It's not bad though... we should be on guard in case something happens-
Haures: Hey everybody look! I actually succeded in making cookies :D
Boschi: WHAT THE FUCK-
Ammon: YOU IMPOSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE REAL HAURES-SAN!
Fennesz: I'm hallucinating, I'm definitely hallucinating...
Haures: ...do you want to try my cookies at least? :(
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The rest of the butlers: I feel a disturbance in the force...
Aruji-sama ❤️: a-ACHOO!
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Some random noble: You and your butlers suck! *walks away*
Berrien: Are you alright Aruji-sama? Please don't listen to that noble. I'm sure they-
*Berrien hears a scream in the distance*
Berrien: Oh my! Was that the noble... why are they drenched?
Aruji-sama: *looks away awkwardly* Maybe a puddle just fell on them...
Berrien: Ah, of course, that makes sense- huh? Wait that's not right..
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🍩Side note for anon: I hope I was able to get your request right! Sorry it took me so long to write this... 🍩
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dairy-farmer · 7 months
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Back at it again with my dropping Ficlet propts/question/thingies in you ask booooox~
But! Here we are! And consider~ what do you get when you combine Tim Puss (delightful) with Bat independence and paranoia(not delightful) AND that good, good Wayne CEO type money?
A "streamlined" sex process! "Efficiency", if you will! Letting OTHER PEOPLE? See him NAKED and VULNERABLE? Not in THIS good Bat household! They could be diseased! Or reporters! Or BOTH! Might even be some convoluted scheme to knock him up by Ra's, who STILL has not let that idea go and is STILL being weird about it!
Hmmmm, yeah, no thank you! He has vigilante ass kicking to do.
Yet? He also would like The Orgasms. He USED to have Trusted Teammates for that. USED too. Things are still weird with Kon and Bart. And Cassie? No. Things are to complicated. He wants fun not FEELINGS.
So he makes do at first. Usual things. But THEN? He saves this really sweet dominatrix from the Riddler and takes her home while the others put Nygma back in jail... and??? What are THOSE? He spends like... an HOUR learning about ALL the Interesting Options that exsist out there because apparently? Her Sub works for a retailer! They get a discount.
Which? He, Timothy Drake-Wayne, will not need~
But that Sybian? Oh hell yes he will. If it works out, he might buy one for every safe house. He's a Wayne. They DO have "Fuck You" money, after all, why NOT go big? But of course... "unusual purchases" a thing that is Forever Flagged on all cards of the monetary kind~
Bruce is paranoid and also pathologically incapable of just TALKING to his kids unless someone has nearly died recently. So really... how ELSE is he supposed to feel like a part of their lives and know what they're up too? Support them?
Get THERAPY? Talk to them on the PHONE? He'd give them AND himself a heart attack. Probably die. No thank you. No, no, boundaries stomping and stalking it is. I snoop because I caaaare~ now excuse me while I check your credit cards....
Which leads him to his current problem. He sits at his computer and cold sweats. Rereads the line. May.....maybe it's for an investigation? Surely. His stoic baby boy is not... not doing The Sex...
BUT WHAT IF HE IS??! With WHO? T..This would SUGGEST-... But can he be CERTAIN?! What if it's KINKY sex!? Oh god. Tim, no! This isn't like you! ( :T ya, let's go with that Bruce. That's DEFINITELY the truth as far as Tim wants You, his Mentor, to be aware off. What is this *checks medical text book* Pe Nis, you speak off? *Bats Bambi eyes while the teammates he has 1000% slept with look on incredulously*) Who is putting you up to this?!
Bat Gasp! What if they're PRESSURING him into this? Those BASTARDS. Bruce will BREAK them! *seethes in Bat Fury* But how can he get Tim to confide in him? *begins plotting*
And it SPIRALS. Because Bruce forgets to close his " research" (stalking) meaning? Who still lives with him? That's right! Damian wanders in, wondering why his father is Losing His Shit(tm). Snoops. Goes "ha, ha, Drake needs sex toys! Wait.... what IS a... *googles* *puts dots together* *was unaware but now is SO HYPER AWARE IT PHYSICALLY HURTS* Oh. Oh No."
Because now he CANT stop imagining it? It HAUNTS him. Not just the Thought of Tim ON the device... but the ways Damian could TORMENT him with it. Conquer him with it. Tie him up and watch him fall apart. See his defiant, mulish expression crumble to teary eyed begging. Make him suck Damian. Maybe leave him there ANYWAY! A...and he could... could- *genetic AL Ghul desire to defeat your greatest rival, fuck them, then preferably put a baby in them: Unlocked*
Now of course... TWO different Bats are acting Sus. Dick notices. Bruce? Meh, it's Tuesday. But Damian too? What has transpired here? He goes digging. Can't find anything. He should ask Tim. He swings by. Maybe this could be a could chance to mend some fences, unburn a few of those bridge...s..... *gets EYEFUL* OH.
And Tim? Holy shit the motors on this thing. The WORLD could end and he wouldn't notice right then. He's making noises he'll never admit too. It's his third time TODAY. He's a MESS. Does not notice Dick buffering in the doorway. Or backing out quietly.
Dick... goes home. Calmly takes a shower. Turns off his phone. Drags out the case from beneath his bed. And goes to TOWN on himself like he's trying to break something. It was one thing to know... intellectually... but? He has NEVER wanted to pound someone in half so badly in his LIFE.
And just? The shenanigans? Bruce confronting Tim. Him managing to convince JASON there is some creep out there pressuring "straight laced little Timmy" into depraved KINKY sex he's not comfortable with ("oh if only his big strong brother Jason would saaaave him" he's probably saying, crying into his pillows, as the imagined asshole boyfriend drinks cheap beer. "I'm so sad and scaaaared. He's hurting me and no one caaaares. He's gonna put a baby in me then skip town! Has fifteen other lovers on the side!") So of course *gun noises* No Today, Satan!
Them showing up while Tim is NAKED. Dick trying to head them off. Damian there because he's TOTALLY here to help and not oggle the puss, really. No one is letting Tim up to "storm off". That's not why he wants up! He's STILL ON THE SYBIAN YOU ASSHOLES! But they keep yelling over each other and interrupting HIM until? Oops! Nother orgasm~ this time with an AUDIENCE.
It's the best and worst day of Tim's life. He's had dreams like this. But NOW? Bruce is CONVINCED. Tim is baffled. Somehow even Dick has bought into it. Apparently the crappy kinky sex boyfriend that never was... has started conditioning his body for exhibitionism? General lewdness? Tim can't get a clear answer over the outrage.
But he is informed he Does Not Need the man. Must leave him at once. He isn't treating Tim properly and people who act like this don't TRUELY love him. Not like they do.
You know what? Fuck it, thinks Tim. Who's day has been weird, sexy, unsexy, and might be Really Awesome in just a few moments. Go big or go home. Witness Me. *teary Bambi eyes* "But... but he DOES love me~ and... and I would be So Alone with out him! He's right, no one could EVER want someone like meeee~~~"
And holy shit that actually works. Thank God they're pretty, because all these men are dumb as hell. He's gonna have to invent a fake scumbag ex. Maybe lead it back to Ra's. But first? His bed room is THAT way and he is but a poor waifish thing~ in need of love and fuckies~ pay attention to him.
tim being all 'im poor sad little slut 🥺 a poor sweet little boy that just needs attention 🥺 and love 🥺 and fuckies in my pussy 🥺🥺🥺' and using it to manipulate his family because they sabotage and ruin his other opportunities to get dick is so good 😭😭😭!!!!1
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frangipanilove · 6 months
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Got some grit in the gearbox, Daryl?
Kudos to Sylvie for cutting through the crap and getting straight to the important stuff:
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Back in TWD 6x14 Twice As Far, we were all baffled to learn that Daryl, our favorite southern redneck, for some inexplicable reason didn’t know how to drive a manual car. Yeah. Super weird.
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In fact, it was so utterly incomprehensible, that the only possible logic behind including that bizarre scene in the episode would be for symbolism purposes.
Because in fact, in TWDDD 1x6 Coming Home, Daryl's response to Sylvie’s question “have you ever been in love”….
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...was to change gears. Very demonstratively.
So clearly the man knows how to do it. Why did tptb so badly need us to know that Daryl didn’t know how to drive a manual car back in 6x14 Twice As Far?
This was Denise’s death episode, and she spent a considerable amount of her last minutes on the show explaining to Daryl how to change gears. It all seemed a bit odd. Why?
I’ve answered that question already. They did it for symbolism reasons.
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When Denise joined the show in season six, TD immediately recognized her as a Beth proxy. She was also ultimately killed off by taking an arrow through the eye (Sirius symbolism). Daryl was very distraught from her death.
It’s not for nothing that she, the Beth proxy, was the one who (for symbolism reasons) had to teach Daryl Dixon how to change gears properly. Because not only would Daryl on a normal day obviously be perfectly able to drive stick (he literally built a motorcycle from spare parts! Come on! The man clearly knows his way around gears), he was also the one who fixed the music box back in 5x11 Them (yes the one that totally symbolizes Beth).
His diagnosis? Grit in the gearbox.
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(I wish I could remember who first made me aware of the link between Daryl’s inability to properly change gears and the grit in the gearbox. It was likely @wdway or @angelthefirst1, as they’re both experts on catching parallels like these)
I want to take some time here to remind everyone about the meaning of the numbers 11, or “one one”. I’ve written extensively about it, both in the past and more recently. 5x11 “Them” was the eleventh episode of season 5. Remember this post about the connection between the words “record” and “heart”? A music box is part of the “recording studio” symbolism. A record player is a music box, illustrated below by the record player Daryl got for Judith in season 11, a record player in a box, a literal music box. The music box from “Them” is part of the “one one recording studio” symbolism I’ve talked about so much recently.
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And the music box that symbolized Beth had “some grit in the gearbox” according to Daryl.
Let’s move on to the clock for a minute. After escaping from Madame Genet’s Maison Mere, they find a police car (Police = blue). Before they start driving, Laurent gives Daryl the clock, and Daryl attaches it to the rear view mirror. Remember there are strong navigational themes around the clock.
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Remember Morgan’s rabbit’s foot from 5x8 Coda? It was literally one of the first things we saw on the show after Beth had "died".
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We later learned in a flashback (in 6x4 Here’s Not Here) that it originally belonged to Eastman, who in turn had gotten it from his daughter. He told the story of how it gave him hope and a will to survive, it was truly a good luck charm.
We also saw in in 5x16 Conquer, hanging from the rear view mirror of a car, much like we saw Laurent's clock hanging from the rear view mirror in 1x6 “Coming Home”.
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I talked about the symbolism around the rabbit's foot and rear view mirrors in my Sirius/North Star master post. Back then I interpreted it as something that was about "looking back", like "back in time", plus the obvious "back" = "coming back" = "return". In fact, we also saw a walker that appeared to have her head twisted around so that she was facing backwards, something which in my opinion further indicated a theme of "looking back". Again, this was directly after Beth had "died", and symbolically speaking, looking back would mean looking back at Beth's "death". Like, "Reverse! Everything is not quite what it seems".
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The link between Sylvie's question about Daryl's love life, the clock and the music box from 5x11 Them is the grit in the gearbox. The gears. Immediately after Sylvie has asked her question, and Daryl has successfully changed gears, the car starts malfunctioning. Could it be grit in the gearbox perhaps?
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The music box had grit in the gearbox, but he fixed it...
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dad matty would get so upset if baba wanted to start straightening her hair in her pre-teens
omg noooooo this made me so emo for some reason. thinking she's like 12 and matty's giving some impassioned rant at dinner about how self-expression is important and it's normal - good, even - for young people to experiment with style and try new things and all that. neither you nor baba are quite sure how he ended up there, considering she was talking to you about her maths homework beforehand, but you roll with it. and it's all pleasant, until baba totally innocently says "well, there is something i wanted to try, looks-wise. can i try straightening my hair?"; matty's face drops, and his lip genuinely starts trembling like he's about to cry as he says "oh. do you... not like your curly hair, munchkin?", and you could honestly kick him because your daughter's face drops to match his as she's like "that's not it, dad, honest! i just want to experiment a bit, like you said. i've never had straight hair at all. but i love my curls! you know that". matty's slightly appeased, but he still looks glumly at his empty plate, and then grumpily at you when you say "if you want to try straightening, sweetheart, then you should. god knows your dad and i have both done it. and don't look at me like that, matty, you were the one literally just ranting about experimenting with style. we're only talking straighteners, not something more permanent like bleach or dye". and matty raises his eyebrows like "that's true. yeah. ok", and you think he's over the initial sadness, but then he continues "nobody's trying to force you into changing your hair, right, munchkin? none of your friends, or people at school? you're not doing it to get someone's attention, are you? because you KNOW you should never change for other people like that. and also you're too young for a relationship" - you and baba eye-roll in complete sync, and she's like "dad. i'm half you and half mum. there's no WAY anyone's telling or influencing me what to do". you all have a laugh at that, and matty's like "fair enough, sweetheart, fair enough. alright. if you want to straighten your hair, go for it. it's on YOUR head, after all, you can do what you like lol".
the straightening process itself happens a couple of days later, and because your daughter's hair is so curly it takes a MINUTE. she comes to you with it soaking wet and asks you to help, so you painstakingly blow-dry it with a big paddle brush - you both agree that it's weird not using a diffuser on her hair - before you get the straighteners out. both of you thought matty would be too busy being emo about his baby girl's hair to actually get involved in the styling process, but he comes into her room anyway and chats to you while you straighten - he's like "it's actually quite scary how alike the two of you look once my hair genetics are out of the way. good for you though, munchkin, that you take after your beautiful mother", which is cute, and then exactly 0.2 seconds later he's like "wait babe side-part her hair and give her an emo fringe lol". the duality of man fr. once it's done, you all crowd round the mirror to look at baba's hair, which looks great; the first thing she says, though, is "that took so long. i don't know if i can be bothered doing it again for a long time", to which matty's internally like "YES". you're like "look how long your hair actually is! wow!", and she's like "i know, i'm so surprised at that. it's so weird to think that that's MY hair" - matty's like "but it is, and it really does look amazing. YOU look amazing, my darling", and baba smirks like "well, yeah, of course" lmao. she might not have his hair in that moment, but she's definitely her father's daughter <3
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kyinpeachichu · 7 months
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Lyney and Lynette headcanons and imagines because I am head over heels and obsessed with them rn-
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Teeny tiny note: I will be writing dynamics and mostly on Lynette being a cat girl and how these two live together.
If anything sounds too 'shippy' just tell me and I'll remove it. That or you interpret it wrongly and don't know what it's like to actually love your sibling. (I have a sibling)(I actually do love her...)
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I still don't get how Lyney is human and Lynette a cat girl but genetics are weird I guess.
Then again Lyney still has his own little connection to cats so maybe it just runs in the family.
Whenever Lyney is sick, Lynette handles the situation calmly enough. She goes to get medicine and takes care of him whenever she can. She acts like she isn't worried but Lyney can see right through her.
She actually cares alot. One time, Lyney woke up to see her crying on his bedside.
Whenever Lynette is sick.... Lyney is ready to make SACRIFICES.
Cancel every show, spend any amount to get her the best medicine, send her to the hospital-! (That is until Lynette insists that this can be treated at home)
Is secretly panicking. But whenever he sees that she's getting better, it always makes him immensely happy.
Yes they can spend time away from each other but they have severe separation anxiety.
As a cat girl respectively, Lynette will have heat cycles every now and then.
Lyney is always eager to help with this. Whether it's by giving her herbs and tea to help calm her down, or give her as much privacy as she needs. Always checks in on her, never judges. Gives her hugs if she ever needs them, and maybe a kiss on the forehead when he's really worried about her.
Whenever the other has nightmares or has trouble sleeping, they're welcome in each other's rooms.
Lyney knows not to touch Lynette's kitty features. But whenever he does do it on purpose, it's always in a teasing fashion.
They are cute. They are popular, as such they earn themselves a good bout of admirers here and there.
Whenever a guy tries hitting on Lynette Lyney is quick to the rescue. That is unless he actually sees that Lynette is enjoying the company. Even so he's keeping a very watchful eye.
Whenever Lyney gets hit on... Lynette abandons him. Even when he's asking for her help, what could she do? She just huffs and watches in amusement.
But if she overhears a few girls actually thinking of going out with her brother, she's quick to step up and give them warnings. And proceeds to drive the maidens away if she doesn't think they are worthy.
"you sure about going out with my brother? Y'know, he snores alot."
Lyney is the one who spends their money on clothes for them.
"Look at this dress Lynette! Wouldn't you look adorable in it?" / "Isn't that kinda pricey?" / "No price is too high for my sister to look her best~"
Lynette has to bonk him into not spending too much of their money.
Card games. Card games. Card games.
Occassionaly Lyney would find himself staring at how expressive Lynette's tail is. But he's quick to avert his eyes whenever she might catch him looking.
They do each other's make up.
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dadilovefishing · 9 months
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The Start of the Beginning… Again
Miguel O’hara x Filipina Reader
Chapter 1
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Earth-1610
“Okay am I crazy or does it feel like every time Miguel and Y/n are in the same room the tension fee-”
“Feels thick?” Peter cuts Miles off with a mouthful of his burger then taking in another bite even though his mouth was still full. Gwen, Hobie and Miles look at him in disgust as Peter stuffs his face with food as if he hadn’t eaten in years.
“Ye-”
“You might wanna slow down on the nosh there mate, it ain’t gon’ run off anywhere” Miles was again cut off by Hobie this time, clearly having enough of Peters disgusting eating behaviour. Peter takes a swig out of his soda and gulps everything down, he takes a fry and points it at Hobie.
“You try controlling yourself when you get to eat your favourite food that you haven’t had for years!” Peter retorts looking at Hobie then shoving a fry into his mouth.
“Don’t got a favourite” Hobie says coolly, Peter rolls his eyes at the anarchist then switches his attention back to Miles.
“And to answer your question kid, it’s a long story. Way before any of you kids came along. I think at that time it was just me, Miguel, Jess, Lego Peter, Ben and a bunch of others that I don’t really remember nor do I remember how spider cat got recruited before me… anyways yeah it’s a long story kid.” Peter says as he takes another bite of his burger. He notices that Miles was looking at him as if telling him to go on with the story. He groans.
“Okay now that Miles brought it up, yeah why does it always feel weird when both of them are in the same room? like it feels stuffy all of a sudden?” Gwen asks, taking a sip from her milkshake. Peter sighs and pulls out his wallet pulling out a couple more bills ready to buy himself some more burgers.
“Okay guys get comfortable, this is going to be a really long story and I mean really long. So let’s starts from the beginning.”
Earth-6301
Year 2099
“Okay let’s start from the beginning, my name is y/f/n and for last 6 years I’ve been the one and only spyder-woman, I worked as a geneticist in Alchemax Manila, got bit by a spider that I had been working on that I was planning to bring back home to the province and to give my little bro as a gift since he and his friends love to have spider fights after school. Thought the bite did nothing since the spider wasn’t showing any signs that it was taking in any new modifications that I was making, but I was so, so wrong. Next thing I knew I can stick on walls, got super strong, was faster than usual, my flexibility got way better than before-especially since I would stay holed up in my studies for days without stretching-and got spider senses. My best friend Gwen-who used to work to work at alchemax with me-found out about my powers when she saw me stuck upside down on the ceiling of our shared apartment. I was so glad she didn’t try to get me exorcised right away and thought my new abilities were super cool. She helped me with everything! Designing my suit, creating my web slinger and weapon. Reported to me to help catch the bad guys, preventing a couple of motorcycle accidents dealing with villains of the week.
Until…
I failed to save her when she got caught in the crossfire trying to help me stop our boss from doing any more harm when she turned herself into a manananggal. Worst thing was when her boyfriend John Peter, a.k.a J.P. Who was chief of police and was also my childhood friend mistaken me as her killer when he caught me with her dead in my arms decided he wouldn’t rest till Spyder Woman was behind bars or dead.
Okay let’s speed up this story. In drunken rage, he broke into her studies found a regenerative project she was working on injected himself with an unknown serum-only god knows why-he turned into a humanoid lizard and started terrorizing the city and eating people, had to kill him because there was no cure. Got promoted to work as one of the heads of the genetics department at Alchemax’s newest location in Nueva York after JP destroyed the one in Manila. Sending my family money here and there to support them and my brother’s education. Made a new friend named MJ who’s also my new room mate since she got recruited to work at Alchemax. Adopted a cat and named him Oscar. MJ found out I was Spyder-Woman when she was on laundry duty. Found and Lost my first love. So now the only ones I have left in my inner circle are MJ and my cat Oscar…
sometimes I wish I didn’t get bit by that stupid spider, but with great powers come with great responsibility.”
Earth 1610
Everyone just looked at Peter in shock as he stares down at his half eaten burger with a solemn look, he puts his burger down and takes a sip from his drink while looking out at the window.
“Wow, um she went through a lot. I mean having to kill a friend with your own hands?” Gwen spoke up-knowing what it felt like to be the reason for your friends death, but it was still an insane concept since it wasn’t an indirect action like hers and the others-breaking the silence as Miles and Hobie didn’t know what to say and just stares at Peter.
“Yeah well that’s just part of the job description kid, losing a couple of people here and there. Thing is, the whole revenge-misunderstanding situation happened to her twice.” Peter said and let out a dry chuckle trying to lighten the mood a bit. Everyone just stares at him, not knowing how to respond with his poorly timed joke. Peter clears his throat and look back at the three teenagers awkwardly.
“Anyways yeah, she also was originally never supposed to be recruited to be part of spider society.” Peter says as he picks up his last burger of the day and takes a bite from it.
“What?” The three teenagers questions Peter in unison. Peter chews his food and nods.
“So how did Miguel even let her in when she wasn’t supposed to be part of it?” Miles asks looking at Peter in bewilderment knowing that Miguel wouldn’t just let anyone in, speaking from experience.
“Yeah, yeah I’m getting to that part.” Peter replies with food still in his mouth.
Earth-6301
“Why is Miguel sending me off on this stupid mission? Like dude? I put in a request for vacation just for one day? Out of all days to put me on a mission! It’s not like he’s doing anything except brooding in his lair…Ugh whatever! just in and out, in and out.” Peter mumbles to himself taking in a deep breath as he searched for the anomaly that landed on Earth-6301
“Hey Peter?” Lyla pops up on Peter’s watch painting her nails a hot pink. “The Green Goblin is down that way if you’re done mumbling to yourself.” She points down the road where there is loud commotion.
“Yeah that checks out, thanks Lyla.” Peter sighs as she disappears. He swings his way to where the green goblin is. He slows down and lands on the ground prepping himself to deal with the green goblin only to find a spider person climbing up the wall carrying the passed out anomaly, civilians of the city cheering and taking pictures.
“We love you Spyder-Woman!”
“Thanks for saving us!!” Spyder woman looks back down at the crowd of civilians and salutes to them then throws the the glitching goblin onto the roof and climbs on top of the roof, disappearing from the civilians view.
“Huh a Spider-woman, of course. At least my job is done, just need to get up there, convince her to give me the goblin and take the goblin back to HQ.” Peter shoots a web at the apartment to take him up to where spyder-woman is took the anomaly. He lands on top of the roof and slowly makes his way to Earth-6301’s spider person, he takes caution and hides behind the shed as he hears her interrogating the goblin.
“I’m going to ask you one last time. Who are you? Cuz last time I checked the green goblin is locked up.” The spider person asks as she crouches in front of the glitching goblin, holding her yantok with a blade protruding out of it up to his neck.
“I’m the green goblin! And where the fuck is spider man?” The green goblin spits out as he tries to wriggle his way out of his confinement but glitches as he tries.
“Like I said there is no spider man only spyder woman.” She emphasizes the woman in her name “with a ‘Y’” she adds. “And before you ask the ‘Y’ in ‘spyder’ is just for the added flare.” She continues as she stares down at the wriggling goblin. She sighs then looks away from the goblin.
“Why are you glitching?” She asks as she brings her attention back to goblin and holds her yantok closer to his neck now slightly grazing against his skin. The goblin still trying to get out of his webbed confinement even though it hasn’t been working for the past few minutes, it’s almost embarrassing that he’s still trying at this point. He glitches again then groans.
“Does it look like I know you dumb bitch?” The goblin hissed. “All I know is that I was close to killing Peter but I got sucked into a black hole and was shot back out. Now bring me spider man you tramp!” He yells at her, she sighs and looks down to the ground.
“You know what I’ll deal with you later if you don’t want to cooperate with me right now.” She says then stabs him in the shoulder with the blade and presses a button which electrocutes him. The goblin passes out from getting shocked. She stands up and retracts up the short blade back into the yantok.
“Hay Susmaryosep, Like I said there is no spider man. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” She shakes her head mumbling to herself then turns around to where Peter was hiding.
“Now, to deal with you.” She says out loud, Peter felt goosebumps when he heard her talking about him. Not having enough time to comprehend her standing right in front of him ready to attack. She swings her yantok at him and Peter dodges her attack.
“Woah there, can we take this nice and slow please? We just met and I’m here to help.” Peter says as he tries his best to dodge all her attacks trying to come up with an offence but she wasn’t giving him an opening. “Look if you let me explain we can settle this then I can take the him back to where he belongs and leave you and your world alone.” Peter bargains still trying his best to dodge all of her attacks.
“I’ll have to make sure that you’re not a threat first.” She says coldly and got him to finally have an opening for her to swing an attack at him.
“Wha-” Peter was cut off as he got hit on the back of his head by her yantok causing him to lose consciousness and drop to the floor, his vision fading to black.
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dreamcatcher2113 · 1 year
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Hold Me Down for One Night, Like I Got 3 Strikes
Summary: It’s funny how all of this started with a map at Hartley High. You and Jace have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both go to Hartley High, with your friends Quinni, Darren, Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h. All of you had a sleepover at Jace’s place. What you guys didn’t know is that Jace’s hot uncles (Aegon and Aemond) and beautiful aunt (Helaena) are staying with his family because their new house is being renovated. Some Things started to stir up and old feelings began to surface. Only in Hartley High.
Warnings: Language, sexual content, 18+ smut, and more I can’t think of.
Author Note: Yes I am mixing HOTD and Heartbreak High together because I can and want to. Everyone is 18 years old in Hartley High. Aemond, Aegon and Helaena are in their 20’s. Aemond has a genetic condition that made him blind in his right eye. All the Targaryens are close, there is no feud. Daemon is not Rhaenyra’s uncle in this AU, and they are married. You are a Stark in this AU, Cregan is your cousin.
Inspiration: @valeskafics @tinfairies
Song: 3 Strikes by Terror Jr
Part 01
Masterlist
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Part 02: Won't Get It Out The Silent Scream
Jace picks you up from your house, you walk out of your house and get into his car. The two of you drove to his house. You and Jace sat in comfortable silence, and the distance between his house and yours is not far. It takes about 10 to 15 minutes to drive from yours to his. You and Jace made it to his house and got out of his car. You see three familiar cars in the driveway. This was going to be an interesting night. 
The both of you walk to the front door, before either of you could open it. You see a blonde shaggy-haired man that you know too well. Aegon smirks at you and looks you up and down. 
“Well aren’t you a pretty thing, can I have your number?” Aegon asked jokingly.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re so funny, Aegon. You should work your pick up lines, you're losing your touch.” You teased.
“Whatever. Give me a hug, I missed you.” Aegon pulled you into a tight hug. You’re not going to lie, you missed him too.
“I’ve missed you too.” You hug him back.
“Alright you two, don’t block the entry way. Some of us need to get in and get the party ready.” Jace said.
Both you and Aegon rolled your eyes and moved away from the door. All three of you are making your way in the living room, where the slumber party is going to be. Even though Jace’s house has enough guest rooms, your little friend group thought it would be more fun if it were in the living room. You and Aegon were catching up a bit, then you heard someone calling for you on the staircase.
“Wow Y/N, I thought you were going to be more excited to see me.” You hear a familiar voice. You look up at the staircase and sew Helaena.
You smiled widely. “Helaena!” You rushed towards her and gave her a big bear hug. Even though you are close with Jace, Aemond and Aegon, you and Helaena were closer. A lot of people thought you and Helaena were weird. The two of you didn’t care, even though you two have two polar opposites in taste and interest somehow it worked for the two of you. It was like two puzzle pieces that fit.
“I missed you.” Helaena said.
“I missed you.” You said after.
The two pulled apart, giggling and smiling at each other. You and Helaena haven’t seen each other for a long time, because Helaena was offered a once in lifetime opportunity to help animals and the environment. Which caused her to take a gap year, which she didn’t mind. Helaena always wanted to help the environment and always loved animals.
“Hey Y/N.” You froze, you recognize that voice anywhere. A voice that used to give you butterflies, but now it makes your heart drop.
You turn around and your smile immediately fades. “Hey Aemond.”
“Haven’t seen you in awhile.” Aemond said.
“Yeah. That's what happens when you ghost someone.” You said coldly. You hear Aegon say ah-oh.
“I didn’t want to Y/N. I had my reasons.” Aemond explained.
You scruff. “Right. I’m sure you did. Speaking of reasons, I’m surprised Alys let you stay here. Considering she has you on a tight leash.” 
Everyone can feel the tension between you and Aemond. “We broke up.” Aemond said.
“Bummer. Sorry to hear that.” You said with a bite. Before Aemond could say anything, you walked past him. Jace awkwardly follows you, shrugging his shoulders to Aemond. 
Aegon walks up to his brother, and patted his back. “If I were you brother, I would sleep in your room tonight.” He warned. Yep this was going to be an interesting night.
You didn’t want to be cold to Aemond, but after what happened that dinner that night, it hurt you. Yes, you were hurt that Aemond was dating someone who wasn’t you, but you weren’t pitiful enough to hold a grudge over something that is not in your control. All you cared about was Aemond's happiness. You weren’t mad that Aemond didn’t have feelings for you, you were mad that he let someone get in between your friendship. You are hurt that he let someone say all those awful things to you, and not once did he stand up for you. Aemond’s family however had no problem telling Alys off, especially Rhaenyra. You wanted to yell and scream your hurt away, instead you let it be silent.
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Two Parent Home Part 3
Kuai Liang tries his best.
(art bt Sheilenwei)
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 “My daughter informed me of the incident yesterday.”
Hydro kept his head down as his cheeks burned. “It… I'm still adjusting to…”
“Being human,” Kuai Liang said. “Being… an Omega, later in life. Yes. I understand.”
His statements offered no pity, but his voice and soothing paternal pheromones were nice, especially since Hydro still had a headache from yesterday.
They were in a large hot spring, hidden in a valley of springs beyond the villages. Hydro felt weird about being so disrobed in an open setting. Which was strange in and of itself. In the Lin Kuei, he was practically naked in between missions. “Master Kuai Liang, I have a question.”
A deep, rumbling drone came from the former grandmaster. Hydro looked over to see him totally relaxed, almost completely submerged in the water. Which raised more questions, but Master Kuai Liang didn't tolerate back to back questions.
“Smelling other people's pheromones… will it always hurt me?”
He opened his eyes for that and stared straight at Hydro, which made the younger cryomancer look away nervously. “I know that this is a difficult period of adjustment. But you will not always be so affected by the pheromones of others.”
He closed his eyes again. He said it like it was simple. Like it was totally normal to get a sinus infection just because somebody got mad and their pheromones were overwhelming. “Do pheromones still hurt you?”
Hesitation. “I am not a measuring stick, Hydro.”
“Then why am I even talking to you?” Hydro snapped.
He realized his error as a damp wave of disappointment flooded him. His sinuses became irritated and the pounding in his head became intolerable. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Language.”
“Fuck you!” Hydro screamed. His outburst sent spikes of nails into his brain. He gasped for breath, curling into himself. “Fuck you. Fuck th-this!”
“Mitsunari–”
“I hate you! I hate this! Stop acting like you know anything about me!”
“Mitsunari.” A cool hand caressed his hair. That one touch, that simple gesture of fingers in his hair made everything stop. The headache, the pain, the fear, everything. “You are correct. I do not know anything about you, beyond the fact that you are presenting. I am not here to scrutinize. I am here as a resource.”
A low purr rolled in Hydro’s chest but it felt so good, he didn't fight it. They were Lin Kuei. This touching and fraternizing was a punishable offense. How did Kuai Liang know to do this? The Lin Kuei had become soft. Probably because of Kuai Liang. Only Alphas were allowed in the Lin Kuei. Hydro himself has seen Betas executed for failing to present as Alphas – he was reminded by the elders that he only had a couple more years to present as an Alpha. They must have made an exception for Tundra. Of course. He was from the Sub-Zero bloodline. Exceptions were made for them.
He must have had a real cushy time. He was a Sub-Zero, an Omega who could pass as an Alpha, his ice developed, he could give birth to more cryomancers. He was probably royalty there. Talk about hitting the genetic lottery.
The more Hydro thought about it, the angrier he became. He shoved Tundra away and climbed out of the spring before storming away.
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