#and then you believe based on whether you feel that yes it sounds right or no it doesn't

[navree]

reading suetonius is always fun because it is an incredibly vibes based experience

#personal #basically the man was such a lying liar who lies half the time #that it boils down to 'hm does this sound right compared to other stuff' #and then you believe based on whether you feel that yes it sounds right or no it doesn't #that's why we can all immediately buy into shit like 'octavian had sleepovers with maecenas whenever he was sick' #with no questions asked #but the stupid 'oh yeah he liked to cheat on livia with virgins' thing is just.....nah bud

[rheiple]

Sun wants to be your favorite.

Have you noticed? From the way he greets you with a really tight hug and a little twirl, unlike how he only gives his other friends a quick pat on their shoulder and a handshake at best. The way he like to help you with work whether it’d be passing out the tools you needed, reaching stuff you can’t reach at, or even giving you the emotional support you needed when you feel like you can’t complete a task at hand. Please, he’s practically giving you the puppy eyes waiting for your praises, whenever he gives you a gift he hand made, cause he believes that putting effort like hand made crafts is much more romantic than buying it. Not that he mind buying stuff for you that is! Whatever you need, he’ll give you all, because you’re his favorite human!

And when you do give him compliments and praises? Ohh you flatter him so much! Internally squealing like a school girl who gushes about their crush, it’s so bad that he’s been nagged at by Moon. He doesn’t care though, he’s just jealous that he’s our favorite!

He doesn’t really believe it, but when you gently cup his face to admire his blue eyes, his golden rays and his pearly white smile. You told him that he’s such a pretty boy? He practically melts because of how hot his circuits are! Oh don’t look at him, you’re making him blush!

But you know what he really really likes? Whenever it’s his turn to praise and compliment you, he gets to see you overheat! Your flushed cheeks, awkward smile not being used to such statements about you, and the way your pretty eyes dart around to look anywhere but him. Oohhh he can’t wait to just eat you up! Acting all shy like that, and you’ll get a hyper Sun not letting you out of his love bombing.

He really likes you, and you seem to like him too! So is he your favorite boy? He really really hopes so !

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Moon is your favorite.

Oh, he’s not going to sit and hope that he’s your favorite. He knows he is your favorite. I mean, you wouldn’t go out of your way to be nice and be buddy buddy with him right? He found it cute that one time you were too shy to start up a conversation with him, thinking he’s not much of a talker. He really isn’t, he prefers to listen to your voice. But if you asked him, he’d talk and talk. Wanna hear about facts of the solar system? Or hear about that one time a kid took a dookie on Sun? Oh, he’s just joking Sunny boy, he’s not that mean to embarrass you to his favorite human. Do you want to hear a story? About the spooky rabbit lady who likes to kidnap bad children? Or a love story about a human… and a robot..

Hah, he doesn’t know what your talking about Starlight. It sounds familiar? Well, yes because it’s based on a book he read. What book? Uh, he’s actually gate keeping it. Sorry Star, the book was too good for him to share it. Him? Projecting his feelings on the story?

His gonna put you in naptime for that.

Ohh but don’t think he didn’t noticed the way your eyes shined with stars whenever he lifted something heavy to help you with your duties. Like what you see? You’re practically ogling at his physique. Not that he minds, he loves your undevided attention. You get excited and hype him up whenever he does the lifting. His face plate spins in glee thinking about being your big and strong man.

He likes really teasing you, he sees your flushed cheeks and hears your heart rate speeding up little by little. He gets the sudden urge to just pinch and pull your cheeks really hard.

Oh, but you always like to take revenge. Stroking his cheeks and looking at him like he’s the million dollars you’ve won at the lottery. Telling him how he’s such a handsome man. He might’ve grumbled, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t loved it. He’s just very flustered at your compliments. No Star, I’m hiding in my hat- hey don’t take it off of me!

He knows you never get mad at him whenever he steals shiny trinkets and presents it to you. You just really love how he really really loves you. You know you’re his favorite human, his actions have shown it… So it’d make sense that he’s also your favorite, when you reciprocate his love for you right?

I got the sudden energy to write this when I listened to the song called "Pretty boy" by Naethan Apollo. The song is such a banger I would recommend it to y'all.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf sb #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sundrop x reader #sundrop x y/n #sundrop x you #moondrop x y/n #moondrop x you #moon x you #moon x reader #moon x y/n #sun x you #sun x reader #sun x y/n #fnaf dca #fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sb x you #fnaf sb x y/n

[jadedxhearts]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟗

Headcanons about orgasm for Law; what he feels/sounds like, etc.

Warnings: smut, afab reader, no pronouns used

Originally posted on June 27th, 2023

Everyone loves to make out Law as this constant always 100% of the time mean dom who can’t show emotions, or doesn’t feel as deeply as his s/o. But I think it’s painfully obvious that he really does feel things, more deeply than anyone else, really. But I’m only applying this in a sexual context, of course. So;

I firmly believe Law can’t do that mean dom shit 100% of the time. I mean, yes, I’ve written it, but I only use it where it’s implied that he’s not always like this, that’s maybe it’s just a kink he’s got and this isn’t a thing he always does. Why else would I add in the little “I love you”s or “are you okay?”s if I thought otherwise? But that’s not really the main point here, so let me get to that.

Law is 10000% a virgin whether you like it or not, so of course he’s going to feel things very heavily and saturated (does that word make sense here? It does in my mind lol). So I’m basing all his reaction off that.

When Law cums, he’s feeling as though his body is on fire, in such a good way, a high that he thinks isn’t possible to feel so good. He’s clutching onto you, holding your warm body close to his as his hips stutter and shake through the orgasm. He tries keeping himself still, trying to concentrate on you, but it’s just too good of a feeling. Through the trembles, he’s trying to keep his cock locked in place, deep inside of your velvety cunt. I don’t know why, but Law just gives off the vibe that he cums a lot. He can’t help it, the large amounts of seed leaving his body. That’s just how he is.

When he first starts, if he isn’t already doing so, Law lunges to hold onto you, arms wrapped tightly around your frame, palms grasping for your soft skin. He wants you as close as possible, a way to ground himself as his hips uncontrollably shake and slam into you, needing his length to go deeper and deeper as he cums. His face is either right in yours, open mouthed-kisses with moans and whines leaving both sides, entering one another. That, or his face is buried deep into your neck, goatee softly scratching against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he lets out choked groans and whimpers, sweet sounds for only you to hear. It’s impossible to contain himself, being so lost in the feeling of orgasm.

As he starts to finally completely empty himself into you, the thrusting and stuttering of his hips slow down, still deeply rocking into you as he regains composure of his entire self. When he knows he’s done, that there isn’t a drop left that isn’t buried in your womb, Law will relax and simply stay still for a bit, holding onto you like he can’t let go, not wanting you to somehow slip away.

You’ll rub his back and hold him close, placing sweet kisses against his forehead or lips, helping him calm down. He pants into your neck, eyes closed and feeling heavy as he’s nearly succumbing into some much needed sleep. Sometimes, he won’t care and will allow himself to sleep. But other times, Law will force himself up, pulling his cock out of you before going to clean up. He’s gentle with you, always, no matter what. Whether it’s simply wiping any excess fluids away from your cunt with a soft washcloth, or picking up your body carefully and carrying you to the bath, laying in the warm water and snuggling with you as you (try to) clean each other.

Basically, it’s just such a contrast. How heavily and hard he cums, compared to how gentle and sweet he is with aftercare.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x reader smut #law x y/n #law x you

[gallusrostromegalus]

Why dies tousen hate horoscopes?

Scene: Ninth Division HQ, about 10 years after Turn Back The Pendulum and a few years into the regular publication of The Seireitei Bulletin, The Gotei-13's officially endorsed monthly periodical, produced by the 9th Division, of which one Captain Kaname Tousen is Editor-In-Chief: Tousen could feel the sizzling aura well before he ever set foot in the 9th divisions courtyard, and a good ten minutes before the loser of the hasty break room janken tournament coughed nervously at his office door.

"Yes, Hashimoto?" he sighed.

"The. Uh. The Captain-General is here to see you." Hashimoto stammered. "Actually he's right here in the hall if you want to-"

Yamamoto strolled up to the threshold of the door but did not quite step inside. There were rules, and even The Great Genryusai Yamamoto was beholden to them. "Captain Tousen." he spoke evenly.

"Sir." Kaname stood up and bowed as Hashimoto sprinted back down the hall. His footfalls did not entirely cover the sound of others slinking closer to eavesdrop. This was the 9th, and Kaname would be the first to admit he'd be a little disappointed if their meeting wasn't being carefully and discretely documented by several division members.

Now that he had been acknowledged, Yamamoto stepped in. "At ease." he nodded, and Tousen shifted positions a bit into an easier but no less cautious stance.

The Captain-General went to stand in front of the window beside Kaname's desk, looking down into the courtyard of the Ninth, or perhaps the extensive collection of Bird feeders a confused but earnest Ukitake had gifted Kaname over the years*. "...Captain Iba has been to see me."

Tousen winced. Third Division Captain Chikane Iba, mother of Young Tetsuzaemon and Astrology Fanatic, was Kaname Tousen's third-greatest personal nemesis, and that was only because he had not yet figured out how to Murder Aizen and Gin.

"She claims you were rather sharp with her when you turned down her proposal to include a Horoscope in The Bulletin." Yamamoto continued, watching an exceptionally round bird with dramatic black facial markings hop between feeders, sampling the wide variety of seeds available.

"The contents of the Seireitei Bulletin are not the concern of anyone except the Ninth save in terms of veracity, and to that end, there is not, and will never be, a Horoscope in The Bulletin." Tousen spoke as evenly as possible, but the acid in his voice dripped through.

"I am aware this is not actually my problem," Yamamoto nodded as the little bird settled on a feeder full of safflower seeds. "-But Captain Iba seems determined to make it my problem, so I am politely asking you to make it cease being a problem at all."

"As I said, the foremost requirement of any information or article in the bulletin is that it be, to the best of our ability, accurate and true. In that sense, no horoscope has ever managed to pass the first requirement of publication." Tousen stood up straighter. "I cannot help it if Captain Iba chooses to believe in patent nonsense, but I absolutely refuse to indulge her childish and cruel superstitions."

Yamamoto turned to look at Tousen. "Cruel?"

"A horoscope is, fundamentally, a means of arbitrarily grouping people into various stereotypes based on the accident of their birth. Several of the stereotypes are as cruel as they are inaccurate. For instance, everyone born in from late August through September is a quarrelsome slut, according to her favorite theory of divination."

"...That doesn't sound like Sajin at all." Yamamoto muttered.

"Putting the fraudulent pseudoscience and outright fabrication of all the Zodiac's so-called facts to the side for a moment- It encourages prejudice in a very literal sense. Deciding whether you will be worshipful of or nemeses with someone based entirely on a date, and not one hint of their actual conduct!" Kaname waved his hands evocatively, trying to avoid raising his voice in from of his commander. "Furthermore, predestination is a callous philosophy- to say that our fate is written in the stars is as good as saying that any unfortunate circumstance someone may be born with is 'just how things are' and encourages an apathetic neglect of one's fellow man- if this is destiny, why bother trying to improve things? Worse still- if the stars dictate that someone be born with some misfortune, it is implied also that they *deserved* this misfortune somehow, and heaps the further misfortunes of guilt and being perceived as wicked onto people who were already suffering!"

"...You can tell why I cannot give even the barest hint of endorsement to this kind of thinking." Tousen sighed, gesturing to his face.

"Hm." Yamamoto nodded, watching the birds for a moment. "Your point is well-taken, but this still leaves Captain Iba and her cohort to be dealt with."

"I can lead a horse to water sir, but I cannot make her think." Tousen shrugged.

Yamamoto snorted with amusement. "She did say you compared Astrology rather unfavorably to livestock waste. What was it, Stupider than..?"

"I believe my exact words were that if one were to channel the entire farm animal waste of the rukongai for 100 years into a single location, one would still not have a pile of shit as spectacular as this stupider-than-sheep-smegma attempt at prognostication. Sir." Kaname mumbled.

"...Your former career as a Librarian really enhances the quality of your work." Yamamoto nodded, turning from the window and stepping closer to Kaname, head bowed conspiratorially. "Would you like some advice?"

"Sir?" Kaname tilted his head to point an ear at the old man.

"Understand that you shouldn't follow this advice too often, but I feel like it might help in this situation." Yamamoto cautioned.

Kaname nodded, curious.

"If you do something badly enough the first time, you will not be asked to do it a second time." Yamamoto explained with an audible grin in his voice.

Kaname blinked a few times, processing that, then broke out in a small, hopeful smile of his own.

"You understand. Good man." Yamamoto nodded, affectionately clapping Tousen on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Sir." Kaname grinned. "If you can remind me, When is Captain Iba's Birthday again?"

"September Fourtheenth." Yamamoto replied with a speed that indicated he'd looked up and been waiting to tell Tousen that date all morning. "As you were then, Captain Tousen."

"Thank you, Sir." Kaname bowed.

"I look forward to your next publication with great anticipation!" Yamamoto cheerfully called over his shoulder as he turned to leave, chucking quietly at the sound of manic typing already emanating from Tousen's office.

---

*Upon Tousen's extremely unfortunate promotion to Captain, an entirely good-natured and generous Ukitake had asked Tousen if he had any hobbies, with the intent of trying to get the poor thing's mind off The Tragedy, and scoping out an appropriate end-of-year gift for his new colleague.

Unfortunately, Kaname had been in a foul mood on account of the horror show his life had become, and had sarcastically replied "Bird-watching."

"Oh of course!" Ukitake had replied without missing a beat "-You ryouken is so sensitive you can probably pick a thrush out of a thicket a mile off, and you must be excellent at identifying bird calls!" And then proceeded to gift Kaname varying types of bird feeders, baths and houses until the small porch outside Tousen's office had become a stronghold of the Audubon Society.

Kaname did have to admit, Ukitake was right- with a little practice he *had* gotten quite good at using his spiritual sense to identify the hundreds of birds that passed through the Ninth, and the Birdsong both a comforting blanket of white noise and early warning of Gin's approach were it to suddenly cease.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach Fanfic #kaname tosen #genryusai shigekuni yamamoto #No hate on recreational horoscopes but as a philosophy? they suck #There will be a Part 2 to this at some point #long post

[takenbypeter]

Lovely Neighbors

Eddie Brock x reader

Words: 727

Author’s note: Did I write this slightly based off of personal experience? Yes. Gotta love neighbors. Also I set it up like there may be a part two because I feel like there should be but idk if I actually want to do that.

Warning: one part alluding to sex but like barely

“Oh god, why? Why?” You’d whisper shout while clenching your hands tight and shaking your head.

When you decided to make the transition from a big house with your family to a small apartment living all on your own, what you forgot to remember was the lack of privacy, and it seemed like your dear neighbors forgot as well.

The thumping, the moaning, you could barely even think with all the sounds that were coming out of that apartment. You’ve only been in the place for two months and they’ve done this a number of times. And it’s not like they were right next to you, they were your diagonal neighbors so that went to show either one; how loud they were, or two; just how thin the walls actually were.

At first you were going to ignore the problem altogether but it was nearly impossible to do.

Now you were not a confrontational person, so while you stood with your hand wrapped around your own front doorknob you practiced what you were going to say.

“All I’m gonna do is go over there,” you mumbled, “and say, ‘hey I love that you guys love each other, that’s super important in a relationship but other people live here, please keep it quiet…please,’ yeah that’s it, that’s perfect.”

You shook your head once more and inhaled for confidence. With that small boost you turned the knob and pulled the door open. Just as you did, the front door of the the apartment next to you flung open and out came your next door neighbor.

You watch, a little surprised because you’ve genuinely never seen the man before. He was always out and about, and honestly you weren’t sure if there was one person living there or two because when he was home, he was always talking with someone. It was funny, after hearing his voice multiple times and now seeing him, he looked exactly how you imagine. Like a volunteer firefighter. Like a really tired, annoyed, angry volunteer firefighter.

That being said you watched from your door post as he knocked on the door, hard. You could hear him mumbling angrily. He didn’t wait long before knocking again and when it was obvious that no one was going to answer the door he did something that no one would believe you if you told them.

You heard him say , “that’s it.” And his arm started becoming encased in black goo or something like that and then he punched the door.

Wide open.

The door practically flew open.

Then a deeper voice spoke, one that you recognized as the other person he talks to, “If you two don’t shut up I’ll rip both your heads off.”

That got them to stop.

The goo practically disappeared back inside of him and at this point you don’t know whether to be confused or horrified by what you just witnessed. You guess it was sort of obvious on your face because when the man went to turn back around he spotted you clearly for the first time since the whole ordeal started.

You stood, with your body frozen against the door post, eyes wide in a panic. His own eyes fell to the floor for a moment, almost like an ashamed child before he went back in his apartment and slammed the door.

After that there was nothing really for you to do expect retreat back into your own apartment.

You go to bed that night feeling awful. But honestly thankful to that mystery neighbor that saved you knowing it to be true that you were more likely than not going to chicken out at the last moment.

You replayed that embarrassed look he gave when he caught you staring at him. Even though you couldn’t see your own face, you could just picture the horrified expression you made. You couldn’t help it, it was just a natural instinct, you meant nothing by it. At this point it’s well into the night and you’re not sure if what you’re worried about is a serious concern or if you’re just overthinking things as you typically did. But either way, as you drift off to sleep you decide not to address what just happened. I mean you’ve never seen him before this. It’s not like you were going to really see him again. Right?

#eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock fanfic #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x reader #venom fanfiction #venom fanfic #venom imagine #venom x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu x reader

[givemearock]

Cuddling with the Stranger Things Older Teens

I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time and decided to write this to revive my tumblr 😭 I will be doing one for the party too :D (also shoutout to all the shifters who see this let this serve as motivation for your adventures)

In order- Robin, Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle

Robin

It's very easy for her to get comfortable in any position. You’re elbow stabbing her stomach? She’s fine! You’re laying on her throat? If she can still breathe she’s good!

This is amplified especially if she’s already rambling on about something because she is more focused on not trying to sound stupid in front of you

In between thoughts, she’ll ask if you’re still comfortable or if she needs to move

“You’re still ok right?” “Yeah I’m fine” “Are you sure? Like 100% sure. Because I can move like I’m totally fine with moving, it's really easy.”

Would definitely be more like a base for you to snuggle up to because she moves her hands around to talk a lot

If you were the one sitting up she’d just lean her head against you as she keeps talking

After she’s been talking for a while if she needs a break she’ll just lay there in silence for a few minutes before continuing on

If you fell asleep she would definitely freeze up until you woke up

Overall a comfortable experience and you’d probably get to hear all about whatever she was obsessed with at the moment

Steve

He’d probably be a little hesitant because he’s not incredibly touchy, but since Dustin is he sort of learned to be

Touch starved growing up so he does not know how to accept it

His default would be to just hug you, but he’d move however you moved, trying his best to not make it awkward and to not ‘mess up’ as he’d say

Would fake confidence because he’s dated many girls in the past, but he honestly does not know what he’s doing

If he ever ended up uncomfortable he would ignore it and would deny his discomfort at all costs

“Steve, are you ok?” “Of course! Why do you ask?” “You’re tearing up” “Those are happy tears because I’m so comfortable!”

He’d somehow get you to believe him, either that or you’d have to hide your movement so he doesn’t end up feeling bad

Would get very cuddly and would probably end up sharing his innermost thoughts with you

He’s a weirdly comfortable person like a giant pillow so you’d get sleepy really fast, his hair is also really soft so that’s a plus

If he did fall asleep he’d make sure you did first to make sure you’re ok

10/10 you both end up asleep

Eddie

Always, and I mean always up to cuddle with literally anyone he knows, yes it’s because he’s touch starved but in the opposite way of Steve where he’s very touchy

Would pretend you’re weird for asking but, of course, he’s joking

“You wanna ‘cuddle’ with me?” “Yeah” “That’s so weird wth” “Oh” “I’m kidding, IM KIDDING”

Latches onto you immediately and won’t let go until you let go

He moves around a lot until he gets comfortable and you will probably end up as his pillow whether you like it or not

Makes sure his hair isn’t all over your face because it does that a lot

He wouldn’t ask you if you were ok with him talking a lot he would just give you a look and you’d sort of have to notice

“Eddie?” “Hm?” “Would you like to say something?” “Yes, ok so-“

Would whisper “are you sleeping?” in your ear a little too close and would get really apologetic if he accidentally woke you up

A very fluffy person 10/10 experience

Nancy

She is not a very touchy person at all and would be very reluctant to say yes and would probably resolve with an “ok but only for a few minutes”

However if she was working and you asked she’d absentmindedly say yes without really thinking about what she’s agreed too

At the beginning she’d just sit down and she would be very awkward about everything but after a little while she’d warm up to you

You’d be able to tell when she’s comfortable because she’d stop tensing up and just relax

She would have her eyes closed very tight and she wouldn’t really speak to the point where it’d be a little concerning

“Nancy? Are you ok?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.”

If she falls asleep be prepared to never move again because she goes deadweight pretty much immediately

Since she’s always busy she will more likely than not fall asleep

It takes some getting used to but she’s sweet 10/10

Jonathan

He definitely grew up cuddling with Joyce and Will a lot so I feel like he’d say yes and not think much of it

Very much the type to hold you versus having you hold him because with his family he was always the one doing the holding

He would let you hold him but you’d have to ask

Surprisingly takes up very little space because he sort of just curls up with his knees pressed to his chest to make sure you have enough room to get comfortable

Would sit there in silence but not in an awkward way it’d be a comfortable silence

It’s weird to describe but he has the same vibe as a cold pillow so you might get a little sleepy

If he’s either high or just very comfortable with you about 30 mins in he’d start asking you the most random of questions

“What do you think frogs think of puddles?” “Hm?” “Like, imagine finding a smaller version of your house” “Jonathan-” “Just saying it’d be a little weird”

Eventually he’d up silent again and his hold would get tighter than before as he slowly gets used to you, but he somehow isn’t aware he does this despite doing it every time

Overall you’d feel very secure and comfortable, plus you’d get to hear a wild thought, 10/10

Argyle

Of course he would say yes

Basically a giant teddy bear this man is so cuddly

Would probably just close his eyes and wrap his arms around you before whispering ‘this is nice’ in the most stereotypical way

Makes comments about your clothes if the fabric is uncomfortable or especially if it’s really comfortable

An awkward silence will not happen because if it does he’ll call it out and start a conversation

If he’s high he might try to stand up before apologizing

*he tries to stand up* “Dude I’m still here!” “Oh sorry man totally forgot you were there”

Will randomly start singing just because he likes singing and he does it whenever he’s comfortable around someone

If you guys started talking if something you said reminded him of a story he would immediately change the subject because he needs to get the thought out

“Yeah, I had a frog once and-” “FROGS! That reminds me-”

Would later on apologize for interrupting you

If he somehow ended up uncomfortable he would definitely tell you but he would make sure you didn’t feel bad about it because to him it’s not really a big deal since it’s an easy fix

Overall he’s a very comfortable and chill person, 10/10

I forgot how fun writing stuff was so I think I’m gonna start posting a lot more now. Anyways, I hope you guys like it :)

Have a nice day and night !! 🌸

#stranger things #st4 #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan stranger things #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #fanfic writing #writing #writers on tumblr #givemearock

[cerastes]

What are some of the greatest/most impressive feats of strength in Arknights’s story?

Taking the overall narrative and worldbuilding into account, I believe the most effective aspect of Arknights' narrative is that they managed to make Terra feel like a breathing, living world and setting instead of a vehicle for the point-of-view character to exist in and act upon. This is specially remarkable for a mobile gacha game, as settings in these tend to be exactly that sort of vehicle instead of world that give any hints of existing when outside the player's immediately vision. The way I like to think about it is, "if a tree fell somewhere in this setting while my intended point-of-view or self-insert character isn't there to see it, did it make a sound?”. In Arknights, Girls' Frontline and SIGH Epic Seven (credit where it's due), the answer feels like a yes to me, whereas in every other game of this kind, it feels like a no, if you know what I mean.

This is intrinsically tied to the cast of characters: It is an inevitability that games where a guiding principle is to release an immense number of characters throughout its lifetime will have characters that will never have any relevance whatsoever besides existing as a minor piece in the world, and Arknights is not immune to this. Even other works of a different base nature and with a much smaller casts will be victims to this: In Trails of Cold Steel, for example, you have a pretty big cast of playable characters, some of which are very well developed and have a lot of screentime and development, and others who are Gaius Worzel. However, this leads to two aspects of Arknights as a narrative and as a game telling a story and fleshing out a world that I appreciate:

The first is that those characters that do get used, are for the overwhelming majority fun and interesting to see and accompany throughout their narrative, and rarely for me, I include the usual point-of-view character in this, Doctor. I tend to have a pretty big dislike, if not disdain, for characters you're meant to self-insert into, I sincerely cannot stand them. Doctor definitely has a big of a self-insert nature to them, but there's also a lot of the Doctor that is actually pre-established, such as them being a weirdo, tending to be very effective but also causing troublesome aftermaths that others then have to clean up, and being particularly good at bonding with assassins and underworld types, among other things. More importantly, Doctor is not present in most side-stories. This is fantastic and leads to the second aspect I appreciate.

This second aspect is that the cast has legs to stand on without needing the protagonist or POV character. You'd think this is a problem mostly limited to gacha games due to their usually flimsy narratives and structures, right? Except, this is actually a huge problem in pretty much every corner of narrative art! I can think of countless comics, manga, cartoons, anime, light novels, novels, and much more, eastern and western, that just tend to have worlds and casts that center entirely around the protagonist, for the protagonist. Whether it be a US author writing out their post-apocalyptic hoarder fantasy or a Japanese author detailing the trials and tribulations of a relatable nobody that a myriad of girls want to have sex with, and even some other pieces of art perhaps not so comically easy to make fun of, it's a consistent aspect of them that the protagonist is the center of the universe, both in terms of events and what the rest of cast thinks about, talks about, and takes action upon. Obviously, this results, in my opinion, in weak worlds and weak casts that have no legs to stand on. I appreciate that even without Doctor around, Arknights does a good job of having protagonists of their own little stories in the side stories: Olivia Silence is a joy to follow when she takes the lead in a Rhine Lab story, Kroos has been one of my favorite characters to be able to experience events through with the Sui stories, Skadi and the Abyssal Hunters are exciting to watch in Abyssal Hunter stories, and the latest event as of the writing of this post filled me inspiration, seeing Reed star in a character piece that tells us more about someone so immensely reticent to open up. It's by having interesting world events occurring throughout Terra that don't have the input of Doctor, and thus lets us see more and more of this huge cast of characters taking the lead that I think is a fascinating experience for me as a reader that keeps things fresh. It's even allowed me to come to appreciate characters I initially didn't care about, such as Bagpipe and Magallan, and see, in most games of this nature, if I don't care about a character frame one, it's probably going to stay that way because, well, if I didn't care about what their limited assortment of pre-cooked lines had to sell me on, then I'm likely not going to care about that character likely not showing me a new aspect of themselves impactful enough to change my mind in an event they'll likely just be an accessory to.

It's upon this base that I think Arknights stays interesting and fresh: A solid foundation that I can agree with and that keeps things dynamic and interesting. Specific events and story beats that I think are interesting are a natural result of these baseline aspects, but it all traces back to the cradle, to these baseline aspects that facilitate those cool narratives in the first place.

#arknights #sanspapyrus683

[forlorn-crows]

kinktober day 26

i wasnt gonna write for this day, can you believe it? blasphemy

mountrain piss ahoy. cause who else would it be?

transmasc rain, clit/cunt/folds/dick to describe his anatomy

Mountain puts a hand over Rain’s tight little belly, swelling with fullness. He knows his cock is pushing right against his bladder. He can feel him fluttering, clenching to hold it back every time he sinks back down. 

“Mount . . . ‘m so full,” Rain whines. He bites his lip and grinds his hips in little circles, covering Mountain’s hand with his own. The earth ghoul presses down, just enough. Just enough to get Rain to gasp and dig his nails into his wrist. 

“Want you to do it,” Mountain breathes, entranced by the way his mate goes rigid, thighs quivering with strain. His cock gives a jolt. “Belial, want you to get me wet.”

Rain chokes on the moan that falls from his lips. His cunt squeezes around Mountain, drooling more slick onto the base of his cock. 

Mountain makes a choked noise of his own in return.“You’re so wet, tadpole,” he says, as if it’s something to be surprised by. He smooths his hands up and down Rain’s thighs, feeling them twitch beneath his palms, unsure whether or not to keep bouncing. 

“Uh huh,” Rain wallows. He looks down at Mountain with heavy, unfocused eyes. The earth ghoul reaches up and brushes a dark, sweaty curl off his forehead, tender. Rain’s eyes flutter shut, and he whimpers. “Gotta…gotta fuck it outta me, Mount, it wont—I can’t—”

“Yeah? Want me to make you?”

Rain nods. “Don’t—don’t hold back. Need to,” he begs, almost ashamed. 

“Fuck,” Mountain groans. He slides his hands back up to the water ghoul’s hips, digging his fingers in until they dimple the skin. Rain arches into it, little dick twitching against the nest of curls at the base of Mountain’s cock. “Fuck.”

“Help—help me move,” Rain mutters. He hisses when the bigger ghoul thrusts up into him, the head of his cock nudging against the building pressure deep inside. “Shhhit, fucking make me, make me—”

He barely finishes his sentence before Mountain’s gripping him hard and holding him up, keeping him half-kneeled as he fucks him hard and fast. He only pulls out about halfway before grinding back in, intent on keeping Rain feeling constantly full. 

"Right there, right there oh—"

"So tight,” Mountain wheezes. “How’re you so fucking tight, Rainy.”

“Cause I gotta—hnn—I gotta—” Rain presses one hand to his belly and fists the other over his little dick, dropping his full weight down onto Mountain’s cock. He lets out a whiny stream of fuckfuckfuck’s, jerking himself while he squeezes his thighs around the earth ghoul’s hips. 

“Come on,” Mountain whispers. He arches and presses as deep as he can. He watches Rain’s eyes nearly cross as he writhes in his lap, chasing release of both kinds. “Come on, tadpole, give it to me, let it out.”

“Oh Lucifer, Mountain, oh no.” 

“Yes, darling, let me see, it’s okay,” Mountain babbles, encouraging. His hands grip his hips tighter still.

“Coming, it’s—fuck—” Rain grunts and a few drips trickle out onto Mountain’s belly. And all at once he lets it go, hand flying over his clit as he empties himself over Mountain’s cock, his stomach, running onto the sheets. The sound of his hand gets even more lewd, fingers tugging and slapping on wet skin. 

“Fuck, Rain, fuckfuckfuck,” Mountain groans, watching it flow over every place they’re joined. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it, especially the way it warms his skin and soaks into the fabric beneath them—especially the way Rain’s body goes rigid and jerky, head lolling back while he loses himself in the defilement and humiliation of it all. 

“‘M gonna cum,” he gasps. His eyes are glassy as he stares at the mess on Mountain’s stomach. “Fuck,” he sobs. 

Mountain thrusts up more into his body, groaning at the way Rain slides against him, wet and frictionless. He’s about two seconds away from flipping the water ghoul onto his back and fucking him sensless. 

He’ll probably do it anyway.

“Cum for me,” he grunts. “Fucking squirt for it.”

#the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #ficlet #fanfic #mountain ghoul #transmasc rain #rain ghoul #mountrain #mountain/rain #rain/mountain #guys you should be proud of me ive written EVERY SINGLE PROMPT ahead of time so far #this is insantiy #i cant spell op

[tklpilled]

heartbeat

(aether/xiao)

summary: aether has a date planned. it doesn't go as expected.

a/n: based on this prompt!! not sure how i feel about this one but i was craving xiaother

[this is a sfw tickle fic!!]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Aether’s never been on a proper date before. Honestly, he’s never even had a partner before, or…whatever he and Xiao are. He thinks it’s normal to be nervous, but he doesn’t want to be. He knows Xiao. It’s not like this is a first meeting or anything, right? Just a normal dinner together. With romantic feelings attached.

After kicking Paimon out and leaving her for Itto to babysit (which really just means Shinobu is babysitting them both), he began cooking. He spent the entire day before stressing over the decorations in his teapot home, wondering whether Xiao would like them, and while he’s still uncertain, there’s not much more he can do. He prepares practically an entire feast — grilled tiger fish, Adeptus’ Temptation, jade parcels, stir fry, and of course he tries his hand at almond tofu — anything he can think of that Xiao might like. So, maybe it’s a bit of an overkill, but at least Paimon will eat all the leftovers.

Xiao arrives at their planned meeting spot exactly on time, not a second early, not a second late. Aether perks up as soon as the familiar dark mist appears in front of him.

“You’re here!” he exclaims, jumping to his feet.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be?” asks Xiao, quirking an eyebrow.

Aether invites him into his teapot, where the sun sets over a table for two, surrounded by a variety of trees and flowers. He’s lit candles around the area, giving it a welcoming ambience.

“Oh, unless you’d rather be inside!” Aether quickly adds, gestures towards the mansion.

He thinks he sees a tiny smile appear on Xiao’s face. “This is fine.”

…So.

Ugh, Aether should have practiced for this.

They eat without saying much, aside from Xiao thanking him for the food with the occasional compliment, in his own Xiao-like way. It's somehow not overwhelmingly awkward — which isn't to say it's not awkward, but it's tolerable.

As he finishes his food, Aether's mind starts to wander. He hasn't planned anything aside from this. Will Xiao leave right away? Will he stay to talk? Probably not, he's not exactly social, but Aether can't think of anything to say and he absolutely can not have them sitting in complete silence for the rest of the night.

There's a squeeze on his knee and he yelps, kicking his leg out and accidentally banging it on the underside of the table. He looks up, embarrassed.

Xiao keeps his hand where it is. “Stop doing that,” he says, nodding at Aether's leg. It's only then that Aether notices just how violently he's been bouncing it.

“O-oh,” he stammers, nodding. “Sorry.”

He expects that to be the end of it, but Xiao gives him a curious look. He doesn't have time to question what it means before he feels another squeeze. His reaction this time isn't as dramatic, but it's still noticeable; he makes a surprised sound, his leg jerking once more.

“What’s wrong?” asks Xiao, leaning in close, which makes Aether squeak and nearly fall off his chair. “You aren’t injured, are you?”

Aether shakes his head frantically. “N-no, not that, it’s just ticklish! Nothing bad, you don’t have to—ack?!”

“I’m familiar with the term, I believe,” says Xiao, looking down at his hand, which has just squeezed again. “It’s something humans do with those they’re fond of, yes?”

“Um.” Aether can’t do much but stare at him, cheeks growing hotter by the second. He thinks he knows where this is going. Finally, he nods. “Y-yes, that’s right.”

“Then, traveler,” Xiao looks up, locking eyes with him, “why don’t we do it?”

Well, Aether has a hard time saying no to that face.

They end up inside the mansion, in the farthest room from the entrance. No one else is around, but Xiao locks the door behind them anyway. Aether almost feels trapped, but he doesn’t hate it.

“So,” Xiao starts, once he’s straddling Aether’s waist on the bed. “I simply…squeeze?” He accompanies his words with a pinch to Aether’s side.

The blond flinches. “W-well, it’s hard to explain…certain spots are more sensitive to certain methods.” He feels uncomfortable and embarrassed explaining tickling of all things, but Xiao listens intently and nods.

“I see,” he says. “Such as what?”

“Um, well,” Aether starts, shifting a little. “Like this?” He reaches out and places a hand on Xiao’s side, skittering his fingers up to his ribs.

Xiao stiffens, eyes widening slightly. “Right,” he says, his voice a little shaky.

“Or like this.” Aether starts to poke his fingers in the spaces between ribs, but his wrist is pulled away.

“I understand,” Xiao insists, cheeks flushed a little. Aether can’t help but laugh at the sight of someone so composed in such a state.

Xiao, to be frank, isn’t great at tickling. He’s inexperienced and hesitant, but Aether is ticklish enough to make up for it. 

“If you’re so ticklish, why do you leave your stomach exposed?” Xiao asks, tracing his fingers along the bare skin. He’s getting better as he goes, seemingly fuelled by Aether’s reactions.

“I-it’s nohohot like I’m ahasking for ihihit!” Aether protests, trying his hardest to keep his hands out of the way. Xiao hasn’t restrained them, but he doesn’t want to make it stop just yet. Maybe he’s having a little bit of fun. Sue him.

“You clearly enjoy it, at least.” Xiao isn’t looking at Aether’s face, more focused on what his hands are doing. “You’re letting me do this.”

“Th-thahahat—Xiahahahao!” Aether squeals as a finger pokes his navel experimentally, before going back to dancing along his tummy. “Thahat’s because ihihit’s yohou!” He feels himself blushing as he admits it. He’s glad that at least Xiao doesn’t have much shame.

“I think it’s…rather cute,” Xiao admits. “I enjoy hearing you laugh.”

Aether makes an embarrassed whining sound. “L-lehehet me tickle yohou next tihihime! It’s ohonly fahair!” He's not sure what it is — a threat? A challenge? Either way, he plans to tickle Xiao one way or another, no matter how much the adeptus insists that he's not ticklish.

He can't worry about it now, though, because Xiao has just figured out that light touches work wonders, and it's absolutely awful. With anyone else, it's torture — but with Xiao, somehow, it feels like love.

#genshin #genshin impact #xiaother #xiao genshin #aether genshin #tickle fic #arty writes #lee!aether #ler!xiao #my fics

[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: but it's coming down, no sound, its all around.

pairing: fem!reader x santi garcia

contents: song based fic, angst, jealousy, perceived unrequited love, best friends to lovers, love confessions, santi being a desperate simp, kissing

wc: 2k

an: yes this is a song inspired fic again bc it’s just who i am ok. listen i want them to fuck eventually but who knows if i have the bandwidth to write santi railing her into oblivion. if people really want it, let me know.

oscar characters masterlist | requests are open

“What’re you doing out here? It's cold, cariño,” He calls out to you, a healthy distance away.

He can tell that you’re brooding by the tension in your shoulders, the way you’re rocking back and forth as you stare straight ahead. He knows you better than he knows himself— possibly better than you know yourself— though he’s not sure why you’re upset in this instance. Not yet anyway.

He’s right– it is cold. Despite the extremely warm days in Miami, the nights can grow cold, especially standing on the sandy plains of a beach such as this one. You don’t bother turning around to look at Santi, continuing to stare out into the darkness of the ocean. It's stupid that you’re out here, that you feel a way about how tonight’s gone. Santi isn’t yours and the depth of your friendship, or your romantic feelings for him doesn’t change that.

There’s always a risk with bringing Santi anywhere. It’s not a deadly risk, but sometimes he looks so absorbed in someone else that it feels like your heart might give out. He’s good at it, at making someone feel like they’re the center of attention or all that matters to him.

He’s a natural flirt, so charismatic that most people don’t believe he’s been in the army or that his day job is in operations and the execution of them. People— including all of your single cousins, who have been all over him since the moment the wedding reception began. You couldn’t blame them, even if you weren’t in love with him, there’s no denying that he’s one of the most attractive men you've ever seen.

Tonight everyone is treated to a rare occasion. Santi’s in a suit; it’s black and fits him perfectly. The top two buttons of his crisp, white button-up are undone giving the most sinful view of his strong neck. His unruly curls are styled neatly for once and with the short stubble dusting his chin it's practically game over. He’s Santi, he rarely turns down showing a woman a good time– because that’s just what women deserve according to his creed– and being with your family means he’s pulled out all the stops, always trying to make a good impression.

You’ve been friends with Santi since college— you signed up to be pen pals with someone in the service. When you saw the name Santiago Garcia, you pictured some sauve man who wouldn’t give you the time of day if he’d seen you walking on the street. It made you nervous, and you didn’t send him a letter— except in a twist you never saw coming, he wrote you first.

You were correct, he was sauve— is sauve, but so incredibly charming. So understanding and playful in the short length of a single sentence. So devastatingly handsome. There was no resisting him. Your friendship with Santi unraveled parts of you that you were unaware of. The deep yearning, the lightness in your chest, the craving for adventure. With Santi by your side, whether in person or words on a page, opened a world for you. One you’re completely sure wouldn’t exist without him.

The first time you’d met six months after exchanging your first letters, you had to swallow the notion you’d been denying for months. You love him. Staring into his mischievous brown eyes, witnessing his bright smile for true and not just in the photo he’d sent you in one of his letters only solidified that. But, he’s Santi. You and Santiago… make sense as friends. And so you fake it. You fake not loving him until it’s almost believable.

“Cariño?” He calls again, breaking through the hazy thoughts of your mind.

You glance back at him for just a moment, and the smile that you flash him doesn’t touch your eyes, “Just needed some fresh air.”

“You’re gonna get a cold in this dress,” He murmurs, slipping out of his jacket as he closes the gap between you.

When he starts to drape the jacket over your shoulders, you turn to him, taking a step back, “I’ll be fine.”

The bite in your voice, the way you don’t look at him as you say it makes him realize that he’s done whatever’s put you in this state. He ignores you, wrapping you in the jacket before pulling you a little closer, dipping on his knees so that he can try to catch your gaze.

His eyes are pleading, “What’d I do? Just tell me, I’ll make it better, you know I will.”

“There’s nothing to say,” You insist stubbornly, looking down at where your feet are buried in the sand. You wiggle them, trying to do anything to distract you from this conversation you and Santi are on the cusp of. Maybe he’ll give up.

He sighs, using a finger to raise your chin so you must look at him. And when you try to pull away, his thumb grips you, holding you in place, “There’s plenty to say if you’re upset, so let’s stop playing this game, yeah?”

You fix him with an empty stare that chills him to the bone. “Fine, there’s nothing I feel like saying. Happy?”

He glares at you, tightening his grip on your chin, “Fuck, no, you know I’m not. Words. Speak. Tell me, right now, cariño.”

Getting both of your hands on his chest, you push him back gently, forcing him to let go of you. Angrily, you murmur, “Would you stop with the cariño and the puppy dog eyes, for fucks sake. Go back inside, I’m sure the girls miss you.”

Santi takes a step toward you, and he’s close enough that you instinctively take a step back— he prevents it though, grabbing you by the lapel of his jacket so you’re cemented in place. Santi’s eyes widen to an almost comical size as he realizes what’s happening.

Are you…jealous? Jealous that others would look at him, that he might be theirs. Do you want him?

“Is that what this is about?” His question is vague so as not to make a fool of himself.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I asked you to come with me, of course, you’re here for me. Not standing around while you whisk women out on the dance floor would be nice,” You grumble, fiddling with the lapel of his jacket so that you won’t have to meet his gaze.

“No, I’m here for you,” His other hand raises, cupping your freezing cold cheek.

“Don’t, please, I can’t. It’s not the same for us Santi. It’s never been the same for us,” You whisper desperately.

“You think I give a fuck about anybody in there but you? Do you? Hmm?”

You open your mouth to answer, though you’re not sure what you would say. He continues to speak, not even giving you a chance.

“You think I wore this ridiculous fucking suit to impress your cousins?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” You repeat, swallowing to try to rid your throat of its sudden thickness.

“You’re jealous?” He tests, too in disbelief to say it as a statement though there’s no other explanation for this.

Your mouth twitches, brow furrowing as you step back, “I am not.”

“I know when you’re lying, your mouth, it does this thing,” He says, eyes wandering your face with wonder.

Yes, you’re jealous. It thrills him— his heart pumping so loudly it drowns out the sounds of the tide.

“You’re jealous, and there’s no reason for you to be because I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, cariño. Understand?”

“What?” You whisper, taking yet another step back. You look like a wild animal, like prey looking predator in the eye, desperate for an escape route.

“I’m here for you— I need you. There’s no one else,” He murmurs, taking a slow step toward you.

“Is…is this real?” You stutter out, the fear in your voice palpable to both of you.

Slowly as not to scare you away, he takes both of your hands, pressing one to his chest, the other to his stubble-covered cheek as he gazes down at you, “Does this feel real? Do I?”

You blink rapidly at the feel of his stubble beneath your palm. It’s a new sensation, it almost tickles and his skin is warm despite the chill of the night.

“You’ve never felt real to me,” You admit quietly. “You came into my life like a shooting star, I’ve just been…”

“Yeah? What’ve you been doing?” He encourages softly.

“I’ve just been waiting for you to disappear like all shooting stars do.”

“I could never leave you, baby, don’t you get it? From the first letter…I knew. I knew,” He repeats firmly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You grumble, your hand twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

A humorless laugh leaves his throat, “You’re the most unreal thing I’ve ever had. I thought— I was afraid you would slip through my fingers. That I’d wake up and you wouldn’t be there, that this is all a dream. I don’t get things like this. I don’t deserve you. I got lucky. I’ve been waiting for you to disappear, can you believe that, cariño?”

“That could never be true. Walking away isn’t an option for me, trust me, I’ve tried to free myself from the torment that is having feelings for you.”

“Sweetheart—“

You cut him off, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, “It’s not, Santiago. It’s not, there is nothing more that I could ever want more than you. I want you so much that I can’t breathe.”

“Then I’m yours. All of me, for you.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Believe it,” He implores, cupping both of your cheeks and pulling you closer. Your eyes flutter shut in anticipation but then he stops, his mouth brushing against your cheeks as he begs for you, Let me kiss you. Please, I’ve wanted it for so fucking long, querida, let me?”

“Yes,” You breathe, trembling against him. He smells divine, like fresh linen, a soft summer breeze, and something uniquely Santi.

You allow yourself to get lost in it, to get lost in him for the first time because it’s safe. He’s right here, getting lost with you.

He presses his mouth to yours and groans, gripping your face so tightly that his hands ache. He forces himself to take a step back and let you go, chest heaving as his eyes roam your face for any evidence of discomfort.

“W-why’d you stop?” You ask the whine evident in your voice despite its breathy tone.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, kiss me again, Santi. Right now,” You demand as you bury a hand in the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

When Santi leans in once more to kiss you, you meet him eagerly, capturing his lips in a bold move that only he could elicit from you. He falters for a moment, still in shock that this is happening before he matches your passion, one arm curling around your waist while his other hand cups the back of your head so that he can dip you.

You smile into the kiss, gripping the fabric of his shirt a little tighter on instinct as he tips you back. It's impossible to not know that Santi’s a charmer and flirt even upon first meeting him, but this is different. You can feel the way he forces himself to be delicate with you despite his hunger. All of this is as painstakingly romantic as it is cheesy, something you’d never expected despite knowing him so well.

He breaks the kiss when he feels you clutching him, nuzzling his nose against yours as he whispers, “I won’t drop you.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that his words are true. Through everything, Santi has only ever done his best to take care of you, he’s shown up for you as much as you would let him. Now that you both have been honest with each other his devotion to you will only grow sweeter and deeper.

You grin up at him, closing the small space between you to press the tenderest kiss to his mouth, “I know.”

santi taglist: @honeybrowne, @jitterbugs927, @theconsultingdoctor10, @tanzthompson, @siezethenights, @clairevoyanceee, @moonmalice, @tiffanypooh, @dearvirtualdiary-blog1, @marc-spectorr, @xbellaxcarolinax, @toracainz, @roseqzpd, @rosecentaur1916, @mccn-bcys, @hotchs-bitch, @missdictatorme

#santi garcia x reader #santi garcia x fem!reader #santi garcia fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #arson writes randos

[solar-eclipses-stuff]

with the cursed ruler Y/N

Character: Qin Shi Huang

To do this, I created the empire of the Harlio De Term, no questions needed, everything here is based on my distorted imagination

Let's say this empire is considered cursed, and the ruler is not a simple man, but a ruthless demon whose head is crowned with spikes from which blood flows

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Debt. Power. You do what you're told to do. The world is something that rests on your palms, and something that you will have to cope with. You have a straight back and a cold heart. Innate or nurtured in you? You didn't know for sure.. A country. The empire for which you are responsible, people who believe in you, but is it possible to save these lives when the whole world is against you.

You are the Empress, your cold hands kept warm in the hearts of people who believed in you

For many years you can't join an alliance with other countries, just because of the time when it's a curse over your house.

You were not angry or cruel, but you need to make sacrifices for more

You were able to learn to do without help and support, although you still think that it could contribute to the rapid development of the empire

Everyone considers it cursed because of the thorn valley that protects its walls. They think there is nothing here but tears and grief

Except for one emperor Qin Shi Huang, he did not have a special vision of the world (as you thought at the time), but for some reason he wanted to come to conclude a contract

You didn't mind because guests haven't been taken to your region for a long time

You watched a carriage drive into your city and everything was quite official

In the reception hall there was a large table with various treats, starting with the spotted duck and ending with desserts

You were sitting across the table, and the above-mentioned ruler was opposite you

"Hao! So you are the ruler of the Thorn Valley" You knew that the people call your homeland that way, so the answer did not take long to wait "Hello, thorn valley is not the correct name" You said "Empire Harlio De Term is the right name" Your voice was not loud but in the ears of the listeners it was louder than anything that could make a sound

"Amazing! You are so devoted to your country, am I right? "you are thinking, "The board is a duty. Duty to the people"

Then everything went without incident, you signed a pact on the commonwealth

Emperor Qin Shi Huang often visited you, watched everything he could and even tried to challenge you to a fight

Yes, perhaps they were right, the symbol of your empire was a thicket with sharp thorns

You finally saw something outside the walls and it was great, the smell, the wind and even the plant were as if different

Soon your relationship turned into something more interesting

Light and gentle kisses, flirting and much more (😏)

You didn't have an example, yes, of course you saw your mother and father, but they never showed feelings for each other

It seemed to you that I love him enough for two, but you knew that two people needed to work for a relationship and you started giving him gifts: bracelets made of gold with amethysts, rings, etc.

He also gave gifts of extraordinary beauty, and those hot nights that you spent together

All this was something new for you and this love made you melt, your hands became warm, and rosy cheeks appeared on your face

You have blossomed and your country is with you instead

And one day he called you to the garden, it was incredibly beautiful there, you liked every flower that you saw so

And at the end you saw him, he was even more beautiful than he was, you couldn't hide the excitement in your soul

You have been by his side all this time and now he is kneeling in front of you and asking you to become him forever

Then everything depended only on you whether you say "Yes" Or "No"

Your soul wanted it with all your heart and you agreed. Just one word and he was already in your arms, then he gave you the hottest and most loving kiss in the world, he was gentle and passionate at the same time

Then you were able to know the power of the feeling that you called love

#record of ragnarok #shumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok Qin Shi Huang #qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang #qin shi huang x reader

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of attempted sexual assault, death, child death, certain amounts of grief, mentions of incestual marriages (It's ancient Egypt, y'all c'mon) canon divergence/merging

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Hah! Betcha I had y'all convinced it was Khonshu creeping through the window, didn't I? :D But also yeah, there's gonna be some inaccuracies here and there while I merge the show and comics (hello, it's fanfiction, duh) Also we get more backstory on Jezebel! Also idk why but this chapter feels off to me, maybe I'll be able to comprehend better (and possibly make edits) once I've had some sleep!

Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu

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Chapter 5:

Pomegranates

"And you're positive it's her?"

Jezebel gripped at the inside of her wrist, knuckles white. She swore she could feel the scales burning her palm.

"I know it's her. It has to be." She affirms.

Zephyr croaked from his perch nearby at the man who stood in a darkened corner of the room.

His hands clasped behind his back, his stark white suit stood out from the rest of him (save for the bots of golden button-up that peaked from beneath his collar). A cleanly shaven head, tanned skin and dark, piercing eyes fixing Jezebel with an intense glare from behind his glasses.

"Jezebel, there is no such thing, really, as knowing, and at the same time thinking something has to be what you want it to be."

"Yehya..." She hissed through her teeth, pressing her fingertips to her temple.

"I don't... I can't explain it to you. You don't understand. I know it's her. I don't know how I do, but... I just do. Trust me, okay?" She looked up at him, her brows softly pinched in a plea.

"I would never do anything to cause Him harm. If I ever did I would sooner kill myself. This could... This could lift Him up, Yehya..." She said to him.

"If it wasn't for your intervention, as well as Khonshu's... I would be dead like almost all of Ammit's blind followers. I would rather my heart serve the Moon, than serve the Soul-Eater."

"Well, Jake Lockley saw to that loose end being tied." Yehya Badr sighed, his posture slumping somewhat as he paced.

He looked at the small golden idol depicting Khonshu, the moon disc proudly displayed upon his head, and his gaze softened.

"Yes, He seems rather keen on utilizing Jake, lately. Whether or not Marc knows about him I cannot say, yet. I must admit, I missed Khonshu's voice whilst he was away, dealing with Spector's insistence on letting his alter, Steven Grant live a "normal" life..." His fingers brushed the base of the statue.

"I just wish he came to me for help. One Fist isn't enough to defend the world."

"It is a war on more than one front. Two Fists means He has more than one weapon to defend the innocent in different places." Jezebel said, sipping her spicy tea.

"Perhaps Khonshu kept you here to carry out his will in his absence? He trusts you enough, believes in your abilities enough that he doesn't need to hang over your shoulders like he does with that Spector fellow and his... brothers."

"Maybe you're right." Yehya said, tilting his head as her turned to look at her again.

"But we're getting off track." He moved to sit in the chair across from her, gingerly holding the teacup in his large hand as he sipped silently.

"You've seen her?" Jezebel asked, quirking a brow.

"Yes. And frankly, she looks like death. She looks like she isn't sleeping, or eating. I'm honestly curious as to when was the last time she saw a doctor."

"There's a reason for that." Jezebel set her cup on the small plate with a clink.

"And that is..." He asked, raising an eyebrow in return.

"She came to me almost a week ago, now. She's been having what she assumed were dreams, but from the little context she's been able to disclose they sound like... visions."

"And these dreams only happened after..."

"She's had them her whole life. They've gotten more intense, more disturbing to her after I gave her the statue and told her to pray to Khonshu for protection."

She reached out to the crystal ball in the middle of the table and waved her hand over it. Briefly, an image of the moon swirled in its depths, before vanishing.

She showed him the conversation she'd had with you, the things you said happened, what you dreamt and what happened to the man who tried to rape you.

Yehya's brow furrowed deeply as he listened, absorbing every detail before the images in the crystal vanished.

"...That does sound concerning. You... Do you think Khonshu himself saved her? Directly?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Jezebel sighed. "She can't ascertain any details of her dreams for me to build more, and well... Given that it has been so long, perhaps she has access to magic, like I do. It can explain some of the things she dreams, her "feeling" as she describes it... Things change, though that body isn't the original, who is to say she doesn't have a gift for magic in this life?"

"You're a mystic. A priestess. This woman... She cleans offices." He said skeptically, leaning back in the chair.

"Merit was simply the cousin of a wealthy man." Jezebel said, her gaze narrowing sharply. "She was a scholar, a scribe. That isn't much higher than a cleaner, these days."

"...A scribe with the ear and arm of a god." He murmured.

He met her gaze with his own.

"But you don't know for certain."

"It... It might not be Merit. It could be someone else, but I just..." Jezebel ran a hand through her hair.

"I feel it, Yehya. Inside me. I feel a connection to her, and it's one I haven't felt since..."

Yehya reached out and touched her hand in a comforting gesture, knowing the subject was a tense one for her.

"I know." He said. Then, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes with a sigh that he exhaled slowly.

"I will investigate, watch this woman from afar. I will see if there is any truth to your suspicions. And if there is, I must watch her, ensure she is kept safe so history does not repeat itself."

"...Maybe she can tell us who killed her." She whispered softly.

Yehya's head snapped to look at her. "Whoever it was is most likely long dead."

"But if they aren't... Justice might finally be dealt. He can finally have closure to the mystery." She insisted, tapping the table with her fingers.

"Perhaps." He conceded.

Yet again, Jezebel astounded him.

"Has Khonshu mentioned any changes with Merit's tomb?" She asked him. "Has anybody found it?"

"No, it is tucked so far away within the desert and hidden with magic. The previous Fists did well to conceal her tomb and keep her safe. Khonshu would certainly have mentioned if interlopers had raided the place."

"Good. Maybe one day..."

Yehya made a dry chuckle.

"If this woman is Merit. Maybe. But who wants to visit their own grave?"

"You'd be surprised, Yehya." Jezebel smiled, sipping her tea.

"Graveyards are often haunted. By the living and the dead. Some by choice."

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You pulled at the hem of your apron beneath the table, nerves frayed and body exhausted.

When was the last time you ate? You ate this morning, right? You were sure of it.

You had honey and bread, with some dates.

Or... did you? Was that another dream, too?

But, wait...

You hadn't slept. At all. You were so sleep deprived that the line between the waking and sleeping world were blurred so well that you were jumpy, seeing things even when you were awake.

You would be walking down the street and all of a sudden you'd be on a cliff, overlooking some kind of town, or a city, the stars and moon shining high above you. You stopped yourself before you fell over the edge, or a large hand on your shoulder jerked you back.

Yeah, when you snapped out of it you saw you had almost been hit by a car and a cyclist pulled you back to safety before you got turned into street pizza.

You were dreaming even when you were awake, it seemed.

Right now, a horrid pit was in your stomach, your nerves tangled and twisted violently together. You had been up for nearly three days. You knew that legally you were insane once you'd gone past the 72 hour marker. But you were just so afraid to sleep because of your dreams that you just... You couldn't. You couldn't stand it.

And here you were, in your boss's office. Not just the guy in charge of the cleaners, but the whole building itself.

It was currently 9:27 am, your old, beat up watch told you.

You raised your eyes to look at your reflection in the small mirror on his desk, and squeezed your eyes shut.

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The incense filled the air, the smell coming in off the Nile and the blooms around it being carried on the wind, straight into your house.

You hummed as you looked into your golden mirror, applying with great care and practice your kohl eyeliner, applying your wings; being careful not to poke yourself with the stick. Then, you begin drawing out your eyebrows, the end slope following the curve of your wings.

You take a moment to admire yourself, smiling proudly at the turquoise coloring you'd applied on your eyes, and how well it complimented your looks, highlighting the blackness of your liner, and stood out starkly against your darkened skin.

Setting the kohl stick down, you grab the reed with the red ochre attached and begin to daintily apply it to your lips, giving yourself a nice red tint.

Once finished with that, you placed your used tools on your makeup pallet.

When you were finished applying your makeup, you set down your mirror and reached out to your cosmetics box, and grabbed a small ivory pot and opened it and dipped your fingers in the scented oil, dabbing it on your wrists and throat, rubbing it into your skin in gentle circles, the spice and sweetness mixing together into an intoxicating scent.

You run your hand over your shaved scalp, feeling the fuzzy beginnings of new hair growth start to form. You frowned.

Ugh, you'd have to shave it again when it got too long. You did not want to risk getting infested with lice.

You would cross that road when you came to it.

You stand, and go over to the chest at the foot of your bed, trying to decide on what to wear, as you were still only clad in your small trappings that only covered your nethers.

It was rather hot today, the heat already stifling in the early morning.

So, you decided on your beaded dress. A garment that left little to the imagination, yes, but given the summer heat many opted for the most breezy and comfortable clothing available in their wardrobes, the richer ladies opting for beads to accentuate their beauty.

You grab the garment and slide it over yourself, beads tinkling as you do so. The upper edge lay on your ribs below your breasts, the straps coming up and over your shoulders to cover your breasts (barely, given the style of beading).

Once clothed, you walk back over to your vanity and grab the golden and beaded neck collar your father gifted to you a week before he died. It was your favorite piece, depicting the face of your mother, who, passed away not long after your younger brother, whom had drowned when playing in the Nile. His body had gotten swept away in the currents and it was a full day before they fished him from the waters.

Your mother mourned painfully, loudly... Her cries, you felt, could still be heard even in your dreams as a girl...

Your father told you the pain of losing him was simply too much, and the Gods decided they couldn't keep her separated from her younger child any longer; that her prayers and desperate cries for her son broke the very heart of Anubis himself, so they showed mercy and claimed her early so she could reunite with your brother and ease her suffering.

After your father's death, the golden collar had been modified at your request, showing a depiction of both your father and brother as well, happily holding onto one another in Sekhet-Aaru.

The only members left of your family were you and your cousin, whom your father once tried to marry you off to. You declined, and surprisingly your father accepted. Mostly because your cousin had already expressed an interest in the daughter from another noble family, one closely related to the royal line. Your cousin graciously allowed you to live with her and his new family, mostly because you and his wife had become steadfast and loyal friends, especially after you helped her through the birth of their daughter. Your cousin exalted her birth and graciously left lavish offerings to Taweret and Hathor as thanks for their protection during the pregnancy and birth.

You sighed wistfully at the thought of family. Your parents would never see you wed, or have children of your own. Your father passed away three seasons ago, leaving you the last of his line.

The collar had always allowed you to feel their embrace, even if it was only by the cold of the soft metal and beadwork.

You sigh once more at the sentiment and go to put in your heavy turquoise earrings (to match your makeup and the beads on your dress). Then it was the ivory bracelets on your wrist, and the simple silver anklet that hung over your foot, the cold material soothing you.

It had been a recent gift from your lover. It pleasantly surprised you, you honestly hadn't expected him to be one for gifts such as these.

Inside the anklet were carvings depicting a poem of sorts dedicated to you.

"To my love,

Without you I would have no sky.

There would be no inky black to hang the stars,

The jewels of the night.

Or for the Moon to rest and shine down upon you."

You giggled as you reached for your crimped wig, sliding it comfortably into place before applying the gold and silver chains you hung as a sort of extra ornamentation. After that, you reached for your linen shawl and draped it over your shoulders, tucking it in so it concealed yourself just a bit more conservatively than your dress on its own did.

Afterwards you slipped on your most comfortable sandals and grabbed your basket, as well as whatever items you would need to trade for things you'd need or like. Sure, you could have the servants do the shopping, but then you'd never get out of the house, save for when your lover whisked you away into the night.

You wanted to feel the sun on your skin, as blistering as it was, feel the breeze on your face; feel the atmosphere of a bustling market.

You pause to look at the altar across from your bed, where the incense burned and your offerings lay.

You wondered if you should shed these clothes once you got back from the market, or from the Palace this evening.

You certainly had an excuse, it was hot, after all.

He would come tonight, your lover. And already you knew what the night would entail once the two of you embraced.

Before you leave your room, you lean over and kiss the statue on the altar, smiling happily.

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You jerk your head up with a start and blink when you see your boss sitting in front of you, looking concerned.

You glanced down to your watch.

9:32 AM.

It felt like hours you had been in that dream. Maybe less, but it sure felt like a while. But it had only been a few minutes. Did you nod off when you weren't paying attention..?

He repeated your name again, and you cleared your throat.

"Y-yes sir?" You asked meekly.

"I've received several concerns from your coworkers about you." He sighed, opening the file and flicking through the papers.

"You've been a loyal employee, you've almost never missed a day since you were hired..." He continued to list off the hood things you'd done since coming to work, there.

However that icy, nagging feeling in your gut wouldn't go away.

"But the concerns are regarding your well-being. At first I paid them no mind, until I saw you with my own eyes." His bushy brows furrowed deeply, a frown crinkling his salt-and-pepper beard.

"Alec is a good friend of mine, and he as well told me how you've been feeling. He also told me recently about a man who has been spotted in the vicinity, watching you through the windows."

"Th-that was one time..." You peep.

"Well, given everything that's happened to you, kid... I'd rather not risk it." He scribbled something down in one of the binders on his desk, before hastily typing on his computer.

"As of this second, you're on your PTO."

You felt your mental train derail as you blinked dumbly at him.

"But--"

"No buts, missy. You're obviously not well, and I can't have you passing out on the job or falling down stairs. That's dangerous to your health and my company's reputation. You've racked up enough time to..." He blinked outrageously.

"...You've worked long enough that you could take a few months off work. For now, I'm giving you just two. You need to see a doctor, and get help."

He locked his gray eyes with yours.

"I think you got narcolepsy, kid. I had an aunt who had it when I was a kid. It's not good, that's what got her killed. Passed out at the wheel and got into a wreck."

He stood up from his chair, walked over to you, and rested his hand on your shoulder, fixing you with a gaze most would save for their child or grandchild.

"Trust me, kid. You're one of the best cleaners I've ever hired. Probably the smartest, though Alec tries, bless his soul. The man has admitted he's never been the sharpest tack in the box..." He chuckled a bit. "I'd hate to lose you to your health, of all things. It'd be easier to handle if you were poached out by some other company."

Your jaw hung, opening and closing but you couldn't think of words to say.

"Go on, kid. I have a meeting to get to. Go home, eat something, and take a nap."

As you were gently ushered out of his office, you were left in the quiet ambience of the sterile hallway, the buzzing of the lights above droning endlessly into your ears.

Great.

Just great.

What the hell were you supposed to do for two months?

Maybe... you could conduct some more research. Learn more about Egypt, keep writing your dreams down, and go see Jezebel again...

But first things first... You had to figure out why your hands wouldn't stop tingling.

That would have to wait. At this point you didn't care if you didn't get well-rested.

You needed sleep.

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Chapter 6: Link

#khonshu x you #khonshu x reader #khonshu moon knight #khonshu #moon knight #yehya badr #my writing #khonsu #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

[peterparkersnose]

Rooster Dad Headcanons

1.8k words / bradley bradshaw as a father

He never thought he had what it took to be a dad

I mean, he never had a good example growing up. Why would he be a good one if he had no base to go off of?

You two agreed very early in the relationship

No kids.

He had a long day at work the day you told him you were pregnant

Well, you didn’t really tell him. More of he observed

Bradley opened the bathroom to take a piss after a long day of flying and found you curled up in the bathtub surrounded by tests and in shock

Almost went into shock himself at the sight

This was definitely not planned

But he got right in the empty tub with you and held you until the two of you could come up with words

yes this tub was large. think sims 4 corner tub. what i’m imagining 💀 irrelevant anyways…

There was a conversation on whether you would keep it or not

You cried and apologized profusely to him

How could you have been so stupid? You should have kept up to date with your birth control expiration date

And he quickly rejected those apologies

Both parties were at fault

Morning sickness is a lie

Late afternoon sickness is what’s real

Without fail Bradley would find you vomiting or with a bowl or looking close to death whenever he would come home

The first trimester was always the worst, that part was true

And when the bump started forming it freaked you out

“Look babe!” you said, stretching your stomach out as far as you could then back in as much as you could

“Gonna give the kid whiplash,” Bradley sighed

The excitement slowly pent up day by day

Even if it was small feeling of excitement, you were beginning to believe that this maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world

Of course when everyone on the team found out they went ballistic

“Didn’t know you had it in you Bradshaw,” Hangman said, congratulating Rooster and giving him a slap on the shoulder

Too many Aunts and Uncles to count

And Grandpa Mav

He wasn’t too keen about that one

Bob’s mom had even sent up some soup from you, all the way from Texas

Baby flight suits. That’s it

Oh, and the booties too

How could I forget the booties?

A stupid “Baby on Board” tee for you

The realization that Bradley might be gone when you go into labor

Oh shit

Going into labor

Alone

You didn’t want to worry him so you kept the thoughts to yourself

But he could never do that, right?

I mean obviously he wouldn’t leave his heavily pregnant wife by choice

But the Navy calls

You kept getting flashbacks on how your honeymoon in Greece got cut short because they needed him for an emergency mission

Sitting alone on the warm beach

But this time you wouldn’t be alone. You would have someone else with you

Speaking of that someone else, you and Bradley had no patience when it came to the gender

You two ripped that sucker open in the car right after you left the ultrasound appointment

BOY!

You personally didn’t care about the gender

But Bradley was sweating

He now has a son

The realization hit him hard one night

He cried in your arms for hours realizing that he is now going to do what his father wasn’t able to.

Stupid name suggestions

You had just bought yourself a fresh 2022’s best baby names book

So it was obviously filled with tradgedeighs

“Jemisyn? Y/N, do you hear how stupid that sounds? The Y? Why can’t we just name him something normal like…”

“Patch? Now your fucking with me,” he said, yelling at you from the kitchen

“No kid of mine is going to be named fuckin Patch.”

“Then what do you think?” you asked, joining him on the couch

“I dunno! Something normal.”

“What is something normal you recommend?” you ask with a slight annoyance to your tone

Bradley scanned his now conveniently empty brain for any name

Any male name

Any day now, brain

His eyes scanned around the room for something to say for a response. His eyes fell to the bookshelf

The biography of JFK he finished reading last night was poking slightly out of place with the rest of the book’s spines lines up neatly

“…Jack,”

Silence sit amongst the two of you

“Deal.”

And of course when you told the team Hangman had a field day

“Jack? Jake? You practically named the kid after me.”

The baby’s bedroom was a mess

You struggled getting anything together

And whenever you had the energy, Bradley was always working

He tried his best to help but his schedule always seemed to get in the way

Maverick sent over his new… fling? girlfriend? who knows. anyways he sent over his Penny.

And she was the sweetest

She put together the crib in less than an hour

And her cooking? don’t even get me started

She knew all the pregnancy secrets and hacks you needed desperately

The nursery was painted a pale darker toned shade of blue

The light wood crib sat under the wood wall carving of his full name

Jack Goose Bradley

Yes you named your baby after your husband’s deceased father’s callsign

Yes the average person would be concerned that you named your child after an asshole of an animal

Yes the middle name may be a tragedeigh to others

But it held a special meaning in your husbands heart, and now yours

It definitely felt sweet for Mav too

His best friend’s legacy was moving on

Towards the end of your pregnancy you just worried

And worried

And worried

So much that they put you on bedrest

And that set Bradley off

What wasn’t he doing? The man blamed himself and constantly kept trying to make things better

And he waited on you hand and foot

And if he couldn’t be there he would make sure someone was, or was either a phone call away

And why were you worrying?

You wanted your husband to be there when you gave birth

No, you needed your husband to be there when you gave birth

Many strict texts to Maverick to absolutely make sure nothing is happening the week your due

The month your due was pushing it apparently.

The child was perfect because he was born right on time

Right on schedule, right on his due date

You felt the first contraction when you were asleep

Honestly you thought it was Bradley’s knee pushing into your back

But then it started to burn

With some loud “Fucks!” and moaning Bradley woke up and knew

The bags were thrown in the Bronco, and if you didn’t warn him to slow down you would have been thrown in too

The man drove to the hospital like he was drunk and on a variety of drugs

The rush of him speeding though honestly got your adrenaline pumping and unintentionally numbed some of the pain

And of course it was the base hospital

Closest one available, duh

You demanded the epidural right away

When the epidural was taking a bit longer than expected to come another contraction hit

Maybe it’s a myth that you get unbelievably horny in labor, but seeing your hot military husband demand help for you and yell just did something right

But that quickly left when they pulled out the big ass needle

“I don’t want it I don’t want it please no, Bradley don’t make me get it!” you begged, huddling against him in the hospital beds as him and the nurses tried to hold you down

“I swear to god Y/N, not the time. You’ll thank me 1000% later.”

And he was right

You pushed all night and into the morning

This fucker was like his dad. Big ass head

You could swear you heard it rip

Even though the doctors said there was minimal damage even with the head size

Bradley was at your shoulders the whole time

And he looked. Of course he did

“You know, after this it’s gonna be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway.” he whispered in your ear

“Not the time, Bradshaw.”

“Hotdog down a hallway,” he laughed to himself, texting the crew updates

You were almost done. Your body was almost out of energy

Like I said, the child was perfect

Jack was born around 6 am just before you were about to pass out

Take it how you want but he was born a Gemini

And he had his daddy’s eyes

He came out screaming at the top of his lungs

You were too afraid to hold him, Bradley had to help you hold him to your chest because you were shaking

Mommy and Daddy :)

Sleep was amazing

You were eager to see your little boy but you were exhausted

When you woke up you found Bradley holding your little boy against his chest staring out into the ocean

“And then we’re going to watch football games together and swim in the pool and i’m gonna bring you to work and show you to all my friends and… I dunno little man. But I do know we’re going to be best friends.”

Bradley almost dying when his son grabbed his finger for the first time

“Look! Y/N do you see? Are you seeing this? Our son is a genius.”

“I’m pretty sure all babies do this, Bradley.”

“Shut up let me have my moment,”

Jack was practically a carbon copy of Bradley

You grew him, birthed him, and now have all the repercussions of having him just for him to look nothing like you

Mav visiting you in the hospital

“God that poor kid looks just like his dad,”

After your first week at home you decided it was time you would allow Bradley to bring the baby into his work

You decided to surprise him at lunch

You had brought Bradley his favorite (Homemade Spaghetti) and got special access in the building from Maverick

The plan was spoiled though when Bradley walked in on Maverick showing Jack old pictures on the wall of his grandpa

Training had ended earlier

“Quality time with grandpa, huh?”

For the record, Mav HATED Grandpa Maverick

Everyone silently stood around the baby’s car seat and watched him sleep

Giving Friends when Ben was born

Immediately given the honorary callsign “Little Man” by his father

“I didn’t know such a cute little baby could look so much like his ugly dad!” Hangman snickered

“Watch it Seresin,” Rooster snapped back

When Bradley came home the house was oddly quiet

With a new baby, there was always some sort of crying

From the baby or his mama

He opened your bedroom door to find you with him asleep on your chest

His little hand was gripping the strap of your tank top

Bradley softly scooted next to you in bed

The sun was beginning to set and the ocean softly crashed against the sand in your backyard. A cool breeze swung in from your open window

“Im glad we did this,” he whispered in your ear

“Me too,”

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[causesciencethatswhy]

Was thinking how we get confirmation of some of the things years later. Like in today's ep jm said him, jk (confirmed) and either one of jin and yg (jm was a bit confused who but it could also be that yoonjin both left later like jikook) were the last ones to leave their dorm and remember how we used to think jikook "might" live together cause they used to share car alot during 2019-2021. Now idk exactly when they left their dorms but i do know the news of RM and jm buying house in nine one hit the media around june 1st 2021. Also that one BTS video where the boys were interviewing e/o and jk asked jm what was the most enjoyable thing these days and jm replied "The most enjoyable thing these days is waking up and seeing jungkook" idr but wasn't it around 2019-2020 when he said that? And jikook and yoonjin used to share car, jikook the most of times so i think yup jikook used to live in the shared apartment be it dorm or whatever that is. So we were basically right.

Intersting thing is even after RM and jm buying house we still saw jikook sharing cars now idk why that. Yes when minimoni brought their houses they shared car but it was like only few times but jikook still has shared cars few times here nd there so i wonder why is that maybe they love sharing cars or their houses are near or etc etc.

Maybe as the besties they're when it comes to car sharing they just simply put these two together knowing they have shared it before too. Remember how they shared car 4 days of concerts in LV? There's another thing who's confirmation we got way later but i don't remember that now but yeah.

Also the way tkkrs be like "but jungkook don't cook for jm he doesn't even have jm's number" both got denied in this ep....i know it's only them who believed their shit theories but they're sooo many in number and they spread it everywhere so it's like thousands of them i think like 99% of them belive that shit. "Jungkook doens't have jm's number why is it a problem it happens people don't have e/o's numbers why are you blaming tkkrs for it" i remember mfkr dionysustkk tweeting this. The way i wanna bitch slap that identity crisis human. Like bitch not only he has jm's number (sounds so fking silly to say even) he literally knows jm's House password and walks like he knows the place and even cook for the two of them so you can sit in a corner and cry me some river

Thank you for this mini timeline compilation anon!

I found it interesting that jimin knew for sure that jk was still with him at the dorms but couldn't confirm whether yoonjin were there too. Seems like a detail you'd recall I feel, unless you were spending a majority of your time with one person. And if we are to go by your timeline it does seem that even after moving out jikook seemed to have made a deliberate choice to take the same car on multiple occasions. I do think there was a period in mid 2021 and early 2023 where jkk were maybe not seeing each that frequently based on some of their conversations, but this docu has really made me re evaluate a lot of these assumptions.

Since 2020, we have gotten almost 1/3 the amount of behind the scenes ot7 content and that definitely had an impact on many peoples assumptions on the members relationships. It's why certain "groups" felt more confident in proclaiming that jikook were never close or only fanservice.

Tkkrs and their cult leaders will never stop in their attempts at undermining jikooks relationship with false narratives. It's something I didn't understand the need of when I first entered shipping spaces because if you believe tkk are real and in a healthy relationship, then why would assuming jikook are close friends, in any way would come in the way of that? Why did jimin need to be the villain in their theories so bad? It's only now that I kinda get that as a tkkr, they can't possibility perceive that tkk are in a 'genuine and healthy' relationship if they have to take jikook at face value. Cause the way those two interact and prioritise one another, does really throw tkkrs off gaurd. Which is why so much of their belief and foundation hinges on all of jkks interactions being fake and forced and jk secretly hating jm. Because the alternative cannot be that they're 'close friends" for them, once they start 'really seeing' jikook for the way they are around one another, it disturbs their perfect ideal.

Not saying that there's no possibility that jikook are in fact just close friends after all, but I think once you do see that underlying spark that makes one go "?" ,it's kind of hard to unsee it.

#jikook

[novafire-is-thinking]

I’ve been reminded to post about the theory I had going into the Robot Husband Poll…

(aka Nova is going to wax poetic about Ratchet, a character she doesn’t even care about that much.)

^ Here. Have an instrumental song to set the mood.

*clears throat* Now, to begin…

I admit that one of the main reasons I resurrected the robot husband poll was to find out just how popular Ratchet was and perhaps prove my theory: That Ratchet is the most beloved character for TF Tumblr.

Yes, go ahead and laugh. It may sound like a silly reason, but my curiosity would not be satisfied until I at least tried to find out. I thought, “What better way to gather the proof/data I desire than to run a fandom-wide poll event and make fans battle over their favorites until Soundwave and Ratchet stand on top?” Yes, I’m aware this may sound like I’m reveling in a blood sport, but bear with me here.

See, during my time here, I began to notice how large Ratchet’s fan base was. This intrigued me because, personally, I found him nothing but frustrating, albeit funny on occasion. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve always understood on an intellectual level why Ratchet was so popular—just not on a personal one.

However, thanks to the husband poll, I believe I now have a better understanding of the ‘why’ behind Ratchet’s popularity for TF Tumblr. It was great to see all of the Ratchet stans go on and on about what they loved about their beloved grumpy medic. I’m too lazy to write an extensive analysis of the replies, but I think it can be summed up like this:

Ratchet feels exactly how home should.

He’s tired, but he never stops caring. He’s grumpy, but he has a hidden lightheartedness to him that shows itself in funny ways. He’s an anchor in the most turbulent seas of war (fictional or otherwise). He provides a sense of comfort and stability to so many fans whose lives are in disarray right now and may always be.

I find it beautiful. *stares into the distance*

—

As for whether or not my initial theory was proved correct, I like to think it was.

“But Nova…Soundwave won!”

Yes, he absolutely did. And it was well-deserved.

However, as poll master, I had a front-row seat to the remarkable show of support coming from Ratchet’s army of fans. I witnessed a continuous stream of proverbial love letters that said so much more than what was written.

See, I’ve noticed how, for the most part, Soundwave is put on a pedestal by the fandom. (There are exceptions, but I’m generalizing here.)

Meanwhile, Ratchet is treasured. Fully, affectionately, undoubtedly treasured.

There’s a big difference, and that’s why I wholeheartedly believe that my initial theory has been proven correct.

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Here. Have my soft, angsty TFP Ratchet playlist as a token of my thanks to all of you Ratchet stans for being part of this fandom:

#robot husband poll #reactions & other shenanigans #ratchet #transformers #maccadam #nova’s nerding out again #Spotify

[not-goldy]

Oh Goldy I've seen literally every explanation and excuses from this 'fandom' on why Jkk decided to enlist together

They've tattoos, they are same hometown, they didn't had option, it's fanservice, it's because Jin is there, JK is forced, they are real brothers

"Do you think it's a gay bar for gay couple to go together ? If anything this canceled Jikook ship as a whole as a couple in homophobic country won't enlist together"

How shitkookers feel after saying this: 🤡💪

If 2017 GCFT was what made them mental retraeds for 1st time... this enlistment is making them totally lose it. I hope bt travel show coming out they'll consider jumping off the cliff 🥺🤞🤞🤞 because it's better not to be alive as a tkkr to face post military jkk lmao...

They are grasping at straws because they have nothing to stand on. The best they can do is troll. That's all they doing is trolling 🤣 😂 💀

They sound as if Gay men don't go to the military together all the time. It's mandatory service they won't be exempt just because they are queer.

And yes, they are going to be under close scrutiny especially on mere suspicion of their sexuality- their privacy will be violated, people will be suspicious of them- unfortunately all that will happen because that's just what homophobia is and from what I hear it's quit prevalent in the SK military and even straight dudes who get suspected of being queer get burned.

The difference here is, Jikook have some clout and some privilege going in there. I don't expect them to be given special treatment just because they are the most successful boy band on earth right now but that type of success comes with social clout and currency.

Unfortunately they won't tell us the struggles they face in there because of their fame, looks, sexual orientation, skintone, height, features- even if we know they do face these micro discriminations- I mean we know they make fun of eachother jx because they get tanned etc.

I'm being sensitive because I find a lot of these things triggering for me. It's giving boarding school all over again.

We might wait have to wait for their memoirs and autobiographies for their honest thoughts and experiences of these things in their lives.

Whatever it is, I still stand with them.

But for me, being queer, having experienced bullying, homophobic violence and knowing the grave danger queer people face in certain unwelcoming spaces I wish people would understand just how terrified I am for them right now. And it's not just for them, but for every single queer individual that has to mandatorily serve. The stories that come out of there is brutal.

This is the most stressful moment of my life in this Fandom. And I think some of us are rightfully concerned for their safety- as any one who thinks they are queer should. Hopefully, nothing happens to them. At worst, they get outed for being queer and get prosecuted for having gay sex while in the military.

And what these dummies don't understand is- its immaterial whether they think Jikook are a couple or not. What is at stake here is, even if they should individually have sex with their "boyfriends" off duty off base- they will still be prosecuted for having gay sex while serving.

So yes, even if you think Jikook are not a couple- if you believe they or anyone in BTS is queer at all- you should be very much concerned for their safety and human rights regardless.

If they are queer, them enlisting will not make them straight and is certainly not evidence of they are straight because there are gay men, Trans and non-binary individuals in the south Korean military. Enlisting into the military is not some magical test of straighthood. All that enlistment means is enhanced risks for the queer individuals who actually enlist- but no, of course that's not what people are concerned about.

Like I said in an earlier post, I haven't come across any gay law/ regulations that prohibit queer couples from enlisting together or at all. If there is then Jikook would be violating those laws as closeted gay men which only put them in graver danger.

If such a law exists at all its cruel, draconian, machiavellian, and outright discriminatory and I don't know why people would use that as plot device in fan/ship warfares. It's downright stupid and insensitive, and oppressive against LGBTQIA's.

In times like this I think we can appreciate the privilege of silence, of being closeted, of being straight passing- because it becomes easy to move through a world that caters for straight people and is designed for them.

Not gonna lie, I find the minimalizing and trivializing of the risks Jikook face IF THEY ARE INDEED QUEER, insensitive and disgusting.

Because I'm sure parents siblings and friends of actual queer men- shit their pants, pour ash on their heads and quiver at the knee at the thought of their gay relations going into the military.

Some of you will never know how it feels and to that I say, it's not fair😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The fact I even have to explain the reason for the fear anxiety and worry makes me sick in the stomach 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I don't hate straight people but also I do😭

Hate you all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭