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techtainia-makes-things · 2 years

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I don’t have time to properly proof read this, but I’ll be busy for a few days and wanted to get this posted before then. Enjoy the MTMTE Megatron x reader Formal.

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The heels of the shoes on Megatron’s holoform clicked against the marble flooring that was so white that it almost hurt to look at it. The ballroom just beyond the door was surely a sight to behold. Along the curved walls, long, finely carved pillars held up a magnificent dome with an absurdly large, probably diamond, chandelier hanging from the center. Windows were placed high above the ground between each of the pillars, except for one with a large archway leading out onto an absurdly large balcony, or maybe it was a fancy deck.

This was surely the lap of luxury, and he hated every second of it.

His jacket was too tight, and so was the red tie that a passing butler had forced upon him. It was all stuffy, and loud, and…

Wow, were you stunning.

You rushed down the hallway towards him as fast as you could in the stiff shoes you were wearing. The long tail of your blazer fluttered behind you and shone like silk. It probably was silk. The pants were large and flowy as well, almost skirt-like. The cut and neckline accentuated your shoulders like a dream. The entire outfit held in all the right places.

Megatron couldn't keep his eyes off you.

You brushed a hand through your significantly shinier than usual hair and gave him a gentle half smile. “Sorry I’m late. The maids had no clue what to do with me.”

“You almost missed our walk-out.” He hid his admiration behind a stone cold glare.

You held your gloved hands up. “I know, I know, but I’m here now.” You lock one of your arms with his. “The question now is: Are you ready?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You didn’t answer, and he didn’t push for one. Maybe it was for the best.

The two of you stepped down the polished marble stairs with caution, with your free hand holding onto the handrail for dear life. The heels of your shoes were just a little too high for your taste. All the people watching you in suits and fancy gowns you could never hope to afford even the fabric for just made it worse. That and the dead silence at the announcement.

“We are proud to present Megatron and, the Duly Appointed Liaison of Human/Cybertonian relations, Y/N M/N L/N (Full name).”

Megaton supported your weight as he helped guide you to the ground. The party resumed with blaring classical music and far too expensive drinks.

You glanced over to Megatron, “You never answered my question.”

He couldn’t help but smile. “I am as ready as I’ll ever be.”

The first dance was the hardest. It was so much harder to be loose when the world of the rich and wealthy was watching you. You pushed through it, and miraculously, Megatron managed to not step on your toes this time.

The song ended. You both drifted apart as a younger looking man asked you to dance. The dance with him was stiff and awkward as well, especially since you have never seen this man in your life. You rushed away as politely as possible when he asked if you came here often.

It was far too crowded and stuffy inside. You stepped out onto the deck made of just as fine marble as the rest of the place. ‘These people have far too much money to spend,’ You thought as you examined a budding rose-like flower in a large vase on the railing. The marble and dome were nice, but far too much.

Megaton noticed you leaving, and with two obnoxiously small drinks in his large hands, he followed after you. You were staring up at the few stars that were not blocked out by the lights and lanterns when he arrived. The maids had definitely chosen the right outfit. “Mind if I join you?” He asked as you started down the stairs towards a garden that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

You gave him a lopsided smile. His spark fluttered. “Not at all.”

The two of you eventually landed on a bench surrounded in foliage with the drinks in hand and a small platter between you. “These are really good.” You took another bite out of one of the hors d'oeuvres. “Far too fancy though.”

Megatron chuckled goodnaturedly, but had a distant look in his eyes. “Agreed. I have to wonder about the condition of the rest of the planet.”

You leaned into him. “I do too. You feel terribly guilty about all of this too, right?”

“Of course.”

You nod. “Good. You’re improving faster than any of us thought you would.”

He gave you an odd, subtle smile. “That means more to me coming from you than you could ever know.”

“Anyways, I’ve heard you’ve been writing recently.” You took a sip of your drink.

“In fact I have.”

“So who/what is the new muse?”

Megatron froze. He would rather dance with everyone in that ballroom than tell you about the flowery poetry he wrote about your private dance lessons. Or your divinity. Or your lips. Or the other endlessly wonderful things about you. “Most of it is frustration. Rants, if you will. Stolen moments and the clock ticking towards my trial.”

You place a firm hand on his shoulder. “At least we have these stolen moments together.” No matter how much you cared for him, you couldn't just brush off how he was, in fact, undeniably guilty. “At least you’re still alive. And quite frankly, I’m glad that I met you.’

Megatron looked down, unable to meet your eyes as he tried and failed to stop the pulsing of his spark for you. “And I as well.”

As the night inside died down and people started to leave, you got up and held out your hand to him. A slow song played from the inside at the perfect volume. “May I have this dance?”

Megatron took your hand, making an act of drawing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “Most definitely.”

He was shocked when you assumed the position from your first practice, with one of your hands locked with his and the other on his chest. He wrapped his free hand around your waist.

It was not really a dance, more of a light sway to the music, but it was looser than ever before, almost romantic. Your face heated up at the thought and pink lightly dusted the high cheekbones of Megatron’s holoform.

Those dance practices were so worth it, even as you both laughed on your way back up the stairs so you could both change and board the Lost Light yet again.

#mtmte #mtmte megatron #megatron x reader #Tech writes

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infamousmonkey-cat · 6 months

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I wasn't gonna do a reaction post this week for reasons that will probably become obvious but then I was annoyed at myself for not doing one yesterday, because I would have felt like SUCH a smartie pants for predicting that Ed was gonna fish up one of the bottles, and now I just have to hope that you will believe me that I did predict that in the privacy of my own mind (though I owe it all to that one post from weeks ago that was like "what if a fisherman found the bottles" so I can't really take credit but ANYWAY). But yeah thoughts below cut

This got kind of absurdly long whoops. Also I am inevitably going to say stuff that people disagree with but man I am begging you to be gentle with me. I am just trying to work through some of my feelings about the show and other people are going to have different feelings and that is FINE and nobody is under attack here and there is room for different opinions peace and love

Quick disclaimer: I haven't been reading a ton of meta or diving into the tag or anything, so if I say something wildly off about the fandom response at any point, it's based on vibes from what's been on my dash and I may have got the wrong end of the stick there.

I'll go ep by ep for the most part but this point applies to both eps, so I'll dive in first: I seem to be in a minority within the more active parts of the fandom in that I truly do not have strong feelings about Izzy one way or the other. I do personally feel that his characterisation in season two is not consistent with that in season one, HOWEVER 1) I have not expended a ton of mental energy on doing a deep dive into his s1 characterisation, so I'm willing to believe I've missed stuff [not actually convinced of this but don't care enough to put my foot down about it] and 2) it simply does not bother me. I consider Izzy to be a secondary character that they've decided to somewhat retool in between seasons, and I am basically fine with it. You know who else is different this season? Jim! It seems pretty obvious to me that the development of BOTH these characters is due to the influence of the actors, and honestly, that happens in TV. I DO understand people's frustration that a character who espoused views and behaviours that were fundamentally at odds with the whole moral premise of the show has been rehabilitated so easily, buuuut... I don't personally want a version of this show where Izzy's rehabilitation arc is given tons of screen time, either, so I am okay with just accepting it. ALSO, this s2 version of his character--while not necessarily feeling entirely earned--is considerably more fun to me! I'm really enjoying his bitchy little one-liners and his drag act and whatever. To make a comparison, I did see some complaints early on that Oluwande's relationship with Zheng felt rushed, but to me they fully sold it with their performances: it was easy to read between the lines that there had been a growing attraction between them for a while. Point being, I think we need to be okay with allowing some of the secondary character/relationship development to be elided, because it is not necessarily a priority to have it all put on screen in front of us.

Anyway, moving on to ep 6: I don't have a huge amount to say about the bulk of this episode. For the most part I really enjoyed it. I think Ned Low is a great send-up of the monologuing villain with a lot of psychosexual baggage, and I loved the way that was resolved. I'm probably the only person in the world who didn't already know this, but I looked up Hellcat Maggie because the name rang a bell, and she was a member of the Irish-American Dead Rabbits Gang in the 1800s, which was also known as the Mulberry Boys, and their enemies were the supporters of the anti-immigration Know Nothing party. Supposedly she used to file her teeth down to points. I am not making any of this up. [Bob Dylan voice] Go home and look it up on WIKIPEDIA*

Anyway: the party planning/coconut shack date, Calypso's Birthday and the Ned Low showdown all worked great for me. Some of the stuff--Ed shoving Stede behind him and begging Ned to torture him instead--was honestly a LITTLE bit tropey for my tastes, but hey, they're classics for a reason. I kind of think it would have been interesting to see the opposite dynamic (though of course we do see Stede trying to protect Ed in his own way later in the episode): we've already seen this kind of thing from Ed back in 1x09 with the British, so a role reversal might have been a bit more interesting to me (since this season has been so much about role reversal), but like this is a very minor niggle.

I think that Stede's disposal of Ned worked narratively and wasn't inconsistent with his character (I get the vibe that some people think it was?), and I think that Ned's line about Stede being a "pet" and Ed only liking him for his "bumbling amateur status" was some really rich stuff (and a callback to the QAR crew's description of Ed and Stede's relationship back in 1x06). And of course the whole "pet" motif has been running through season two as well: Stede's callback to doggy heaven, Ed's cat bell, even Wolf the bunny. There's something really interesting there, but I don't know if there's enough time left in the season to really get to grips with it?

Moving on to the sex scene: here I seem to be a bit out of step with my own small fandom circle, because I had mixed feelings at best about this. I've seen the argument that the show was obviously framing it as being romantic, with the fireworks etc.; I guess that's what bothers me about it, because to me it was so obviously... off. To be clear, I don't think it was in any way non-consensual or anything like that, and hey, the kiss, out of context? Amazing! But IN context--Stede has JUST had his first real kill, which has been framed by the narrative and the other characters as a big deal. Also framed as a big deal: Ed asking to take things slow in ep 5. Ed comes to Stede to "talk things through", and brings up his own most significant trauma--the death of his father (right after we saw a super quick flashback to some of Stede's own dad-related trauma)--and Stede cuts him off with a forceful kiss. To me, it feels kind of obvious that their first sexual encounter is being linked with violence and childhood trauma in a way that is not, like, fun or sexy or romantic TO ME, regardless of how the rest of the scene is shot and intercut (which is not me making a moral judgment on anyone else's feelings about this scene; just stating my own emotional reaction to it). IF the show wants us to find this hot/romantic, then it didn't work for me and I found it jarring. If the show wanted us to find this kind of destabilising and compromised, then it worked for me but I feel like we deserved better!

SO. Episode 7. I'm just going to be super upfront right at the top: this episode really bummed me out and I didn't like it. Not saying I hated every minute of it or that nothing worked for me, but overall I didn't enjoy it. I saw on the official OFMD Instagram account's stories a couple of days ago some footage from one of those preview screenings they did of these episodes in a cinema or whatever. The MC was like "how about those episodes!" and I remember thinking, "wow, the audience seems kind of weirdly muted". Well now I get it! I would have been too!

I've seen people saying that Ed panicking and running off to become a fisherman is a mirror to Stede panicking and running back to his wife in 1x09, which does track, but I actually think that the symmetry here is multivalent, and there are also echoes of 1x08, which for the record is my most hated episode of season one that I can almost not bear to rewatch--not because I think the WRITING is bad but just because it is a little bit too real for me, in terms of situations I've been in where someone I care about who supposedly cares for me lets the worst person in the world treat me really badly, picks them over me and then acts like it never happened and expects me to just be fine with it? I DON'T LIKE THAT!

So yeah, listen, I always felt like Ed leaving with Jack at the end of 1x08 and then immediately coming back was kind of a double beat, or even a triple beat. We already had him threatening to leave and then changing his mind in the previous episode, and then we have STEDE leaving in the following episode, so I always felt like it sat a little bit oddly for me. I do think it's an important and enlightening episode in terms of Ed's character and in revealing some of the underlying issues in their relationship that they need to address (plus giving us yet another flavour of toxic masculinity), but I don't know, it has always bugged me a little bit even beyond the fact that it is just too personally painful for me to enjoy.

Slight detour here--I'm gonna bring it back--to say that, while I am more glad than sorry that we have had so much BTS and promo stuff for the finale, it does create a little bit of a sense of inevitability to proceedings that undercuts any dramatic tension? Like, I feel like we can fairly confidently put together the beats of at least the first act of next week's episode. Those being: Ed has left, he is in a rowboat, he realises that Stede is in trouble--under attack from the British no less!--and heroically turns back to save his true love. So--basically the end of 1x08 again.

As much as I have been enjoying the narrative symmetry thus far, it's in 2x07 that it starts to feel forced, for me. While I can totally buy that Ed starts to regret the sex for all the reasons I mentioned above (though to be clear I don't think he regrets it until later), and that he's uncomfortable with Stede getting drunk and rowdy and playing into a pirate archetype that Ed wants to leave behind (all of this ALSO mirrors/reverses Stede and Ed in 1x08 btw), the idea that he would decide to leave forever to be a fisherman? This is the same guy who spent the first three episodes of the season totally inconsolable because Stede left him, and regained the will to live because of a vision of Stede? And now he's just voluntarily leaving forever because of one conflict? I... guess this accords with Ed's previous behaviour in 1x08, but again, that's always kind of bugged me. I don't know, man, I know they need to set up the big romantic beach reunion scene, but I feel like they could have had Ed go off fishing to clear his head after an argument instead, and that would have felt a bit easier to swallow for me. Sure, not as dramatic, but more believable.

So, this brings me to something about the show that I am starting to find a little bit disappointing, which is that... I feel like it keeps undercutting moments of tenderness and queer joy! It didn't bother me so much in season one, I think just because the show was such a breath of fresh air in so many ways. But now, having committed to being the queer pirate show and playing into that in the marketing and kind of rebranding the whole identity of the show as being a queer love story (which is always WAS but wasn't initially marketed as), I kind of feel like there's a promise inherent in that. And yet again and again I feel like we're getting the rug pulled out from under us. Like--Stede's beautiful love confession in 2x04 being immediately mocked by Anne and Mary (I know people love Anne and Mary but honestly it was getting a little too close to Calico Jack territory for me at times). Like the sex scene feeling (to me) weirdly compromised. Like Ned Low attacking the Revenge before Ed and Stede can dance together! Like Ed deciding to cut and run, AGAIN, at the slightest sign of trouble. And I know it's going to get resolved next week, and I feel like the release schedule for this season (not to mention only getting eight eps obviously) has been to its detriment. I understand why they felt like they needed to put out episode three in the first week because our guys don't even share the screen until then, but I think 2x07 MIGHT have felt a lot more palatable if it had gone out with the finale instead. I also think 2x03 and 2x04 going out together might have felt like a more natural pairing, and would have meant that I was not overwhelmed with misery after the first three eps (actually I still would have been overwhelmed with misery because of stuff in my real life but like, LESS so maybe). Although getting to savour the 2x03 end scene for a whole week was pretty great, and ditto 2x05, so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.

Anyway. 2x07 felt really off to me, primarily in the characterisation of both Ed and Izzy, but also somewhat in the showdown between Zheng and Stede. I could understand it more if I felt that s2 had done a lot of work to establish that Stede is straying towards playing into a toxically masculine pirate archetype, but I think there are really only two times (prior to this ep) where this happens: the (dream sequence) opening of 2x01 and the third act of 2x06. Otherwise, we've seen him being really good at customer service, embracing the "tender" label from Zheng and fitting in with the Red Flag girls, counselling Lucius, saving his crew after the mutiny despite his heart being broken, bonding with Izzy, serving cunt in a cursed new suit, defusing the situation with Ned (until he didn't)--basically Stede has been really GAY this season? Like I honestly felt like THAT was the way he had swung, not towards performing violence and hypermasculinity. So Zheng's dressing down, while maybe working in the context of the scene or even the whole episode, doesn't feel well-integrated into Stede's season 2 arc to me.

Look, I'm going to leave it there. I know this is long-winded and rambling and I fully lost track of time and missed the window to use my Early Bird chest on Duolingo. I doubt anyone will read this whole thing. I just needed to get some stuff off my chest I guess.

*Anyone on Dylan twitter gets this reference!! There's tons of crossover between tumblr OFMD fandom and Dylan twitter, RIGHT? Anyway it was a thing he said in the outro to 'Goodbye Jimmy Reed' at a concert the other night. It was funny because of his dramatic delivery of the word 'Wikipedia' followed by him immediately running out of momentum and mumbling "Wikipedia" again with zero confidence. It was some nice late-career Dylan stage banter. I went to see him around this time last year and man this R&RW tour is great, even though I saw it in a pretty bad venue. The best time I ever saw Dylan was at the Brixton Academy, he played the intro to 'London Calling', it was electric. The first time I saw him was at the NEC arena in Birmingham and it was kind of a letdown but I have fond memories of it anyway, I went with my dad. I was talking to this bartender the other week about seeing your heroes live and honestly it made me realise that I haven't been to any live music in way too long! I'm happy to say that I got to see Bobby Womack perform live right before he died--actually technically I didn't SEE him, you see I was volunteering at Latitude and the bar was perpendicular to the stage. However I COULD hear him. One time I saw Nick Cave live and a woman standing behind me fainted on me! It was pretty stressful but I'm still glad I can say I saw Nick Cave live you know what I mean? The dream would be to see David Byrne but I doubt I could afford it... maybe it'll happen who knows

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd #this is nearly 3000 words long and some of it is just about different concerts i have been to #DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT #dear diary today i had a lot of feelings

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firbetmakes · 1 year

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I posted 113 times in 2022

97 posts created (86%)

16 posts reblogged (14%)

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I tagged 111 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 90 characters

#i read all the tags and comments on my posts and they never fail to make me absurdly happy

My Top Posts in 2022:

Here’s the boy! A-Spectrum Cleric Wolf is here to support you all!!

Making these aspec pride wolves is always a joy and challenge >-<. Deciding to only use the flags colours for this year’s really was a choice.. got me to try some new shading and colouring methods tho.

This guy’s available on a hoodie if that’s your thing -> firbetshop.com

｜LGBT｜A-Spec｜Ace｜Aro｜Pride Art｜

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🌻 Hope stands tall despite an uncertain future

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Fruity Dinos for a pattern I’ll make at some point. They’re so cute!!!

Went a bit of a roundabout way of drawing these. First I drew them with promarkers in my sketchbook, and then redrew them digitally to clean the lines up.

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The illustrated cover I drew up for @aspecjournal that I’m so proud of! It’s up for preorders right now till March 10th :D

It took so long to get all the colours right as I wanted to get as many aspec colours as I could into the piece. purple for ace // green for aro // yellow and blue for aroace // and black and white for aspec. Plus some red to represent the bonds of fate’s connection (being broken).

I illustrated Fenrir and his two sons Sköll and Hati from norse mythology. Fenrir has always hit something within me, with the theme of destroying the world to be released from bonds forced upon you, and having two children with no reference to another parent.

I’ve always enjoyed reinterpreting monsters and villains stories into something positive, so it should be no surprise I read into his themes with a bit of a cathartic aspec lens.

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My #1 post of 2022

Congrats Jaiden!! I’m so proud that she was able to come out publicly :0

And to anyone who found out about Aros and Aces through her video, Welcome!

The a-spectrum has been pretty looked over for a long time with many not even knowing we exist. It’s a very common story for aspecs, even I only discovered the identity a few years ago!

I’m so glad such a large youtuber (and one of my favourites) has been public with their aspec identity. Hopefully this will lead to many more aspecs discovering a refuge in this community. I mean the aromantic tag was in the top 5 for a while, everyone say thank you to Jaiden :P

The aspec community is here to welcome anyone who needs a refuge, even if you do find a different label later down the line.

There’s lots to discover and learn in this community so if you’re interested have a look around and learn something new :D

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softxsuki · 2 years

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hello :DD i just saw your event post today and was wondering if i could make a request hehe :33 may i ask for a confession letter from vyn (tears of themis) with a fem!neurologist! reader? she's like him in the sense that they're both doctors, but she has a different background (e.g she comes from a family of artists who want her to pursue something more creative than something as hardset as science), though it's okay if you think it's easier that they have a similar background. i don't particularly mind what he calls me tbh, y/n works just fine; i'm not sure what he would call me other than that cuz i think he's the type to find his partner's name just as endearing as any other petname HAHAHAH

i think the easiest relationship background is that they both work in the same field, and they met when she was assigned to his research center when the organisation she works for tasks her with research to be undertaken with his team. it's a friends to crush thing, though i think they'd be off to a rough start cuz they'd maybe work on a project together, but find each other's reports unsatisfactory. then it gets better over time as their subtle jabs become more of constructive commentary. he's probably gone out with her several times over the course of their project (e.g. to grab some food when they finish labwork on a late night, or going to an orchestral concert because it's a good way to unwind after a week's worth of research). all this develops into a crush, and it's mutual, but if reader is an extension of myself, then we're dense asf- FDJFJD

location.... they'd live separately. reader is the type to keep her place to herself, and won't rly let anyone inside unless they've known each other for a long while. she goes to vyn's place for work if they have stuff to bring back though, and it's a work/chill vibe whenever she's over at his place.

other info—we're both 27 (in this setting) and introspective people. i'm not the type to reach out to others, so their start to a friendship would very likely come from him (likely with some criticism attached to it HAHAHAH). he's the type of person i think i can vibe with though, long chats from medical advances to music (we'd probably play a piece or two together since we're both pianists, or teach one piece to another), to philosophical concepts, and i think having someone to share all these ideas with is a wonderful thing <33

thank you for taking the time to read through my (absurdly long) request!! i hope you stay happy and healthy wherever you are in the world, and remember to always love yourself :))

(i'll leave this with a 🌱 emoji hehe)

thank you!! :))

Vyn's Confession Letter To His Friend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Vyn x Fem!Neurologist!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 610

Summary: In which Vyn drops off his confession Letter to you in your office on Valentine's Day

[A/N: Hey Happy Valentine's Day. Thank you so much for participating, I hope you enjoy this letter from Vyn. This is my first time ever writing for him, but I think I did fairly okay. Have a wonderful day <3]

You were in your office working on a report when you heard two knocks at your door.

You look up from your desktop and clear your throat, “Come in.”

It was Vyn, your friend who you had slowly developed a crush on. Your heart sped up in your chest at the sight of his golden eyes as he smiled softly at you.

“Good Afternoon Y/N and Happy Valentine’s Day. I am just here to drop this off to you,” he places an envelope with your name on it in front of you and then walks back over to the door, “Please come see me as soon as you read it. Then, if you would excuse me.”

He was in and out before you could even get your brain to start functioning properly again. You quickly, but carefully open the envelope and are surprised to see that it’s a letter addressed to you.

Dear Dr L/N,

I know this may seem strange to you, but I thought this would be a nice way to tell you what has been on my mind without possibly making you feel uncomfortable. By all means, if you do not feel the same way as I do in this letter, then you may throw it away and pretend like nothing ever happened. Do not worry, I will not feel offended.

When you first arrived at our center, we did not see eye-to-eye, did we? I remember it so well, all our disagreements and how hard we were on each other, though I must say that in the long-run, we helped each other grow as Doctors which is a wonderful thing.

I am not entirely sure when this started, but as we began spending time together outside of the office, I seem to have grown fond of you, in a romantic sense. Perhaps you can call it a crush? But the very thought of you makes my heart race and I look forward to seeing you each day.

I admire the ambition you have to live out your dream of being a Neurologist even though your parents had encouraged you to reach for something more creative like them. You work so hard proving to them each day that you made the right decision for yourself. I appreciate how strong and independent you are. We have our career in common as well as our love and talent in playing the piano; every conversation with you brings new life and meaning to each and every day for me. I have found myself looking forward to seeing and speaking to you each day.

With all that being said, I would love to get to know you on a more personal, romantic level. I want to be closer to you and what better way to start than on Valentine’s Day. If you feel the same way, then please come to my office so we can further discuss this in person.

With Care,

Dr. Vyn Richter.

You never in your life would have thought that a man like Vyn could ever love you back, but according to his letter, he did. That was all you needed to hear before you raced to his office, wanting to see him in person, almost to confirm that he actually felt this way.

You don’t even remember to knock on his door, you just open it and see him at his desk. He raises an eyebrow at the sudden intrusion, but smiles when he sees that it’s you.

“I feel the same way Dr. Richter,” you say in full confidence, still standing by the door.

“Wonderful, then would you join me for this Orchestral Concert tonight?”

“Of course.”

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 2/14/2022

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dinamitae · 2 years

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dinamitae's 1 yr. blog anniversary + follow forever!

ngl besties, i've been on tumblr for an absurdly long time— like, my main blog was originally dedicated to one direction and 5 seconds of summer type of long— but this past year on armyblr has undoubtedly been the best one. to put it plainly, 2021 was pretty shitty for me. i struggled a lot with my mental health, academics, some family issues, and navigating early adulthood in a mfing pandemic. i stumbled upon bts during a time when i really needed them...and a tiny part of me feels like that was no coincidence. i can't say that they brought me out of what i was going through, but they brought me so much comfort. hope. and, most notably, they brought me to you all!

i want to thank every content creator and follower and mutual that i've encountered on here for making this such a special experience. this community has been so good to me— although my activity has been rather sporadic lately, i hold you all so close to my heart. i don't think i'll ever be able to adequately express how grateful i am for the joy and comfort both bts and armyblr have brought me this past year...so this post will have to do for now.

under the cut is some mush for a few ppl that i’ve grown particularly fond of, and a partial list of people who have made my dashboard a creative, insightful, and hilarious corner of the internet to be on (the rest will be in a reblog!! fuck u tumblr tag limit :/). i love and adore you all so much and this is my attempt to make sure you never forget it!!!! <3

💌 love letters 💌

to blueandtaes 💌 t, i don’t think words can describe how grateful i am to have crossed paths with you, and for your welcoming me into the fandom with open arms. you never fail to make me smile— whether it be your amazing content, communicating via tags, or some out of pocket dm’s LMAO. i love and appreciate you so so much, my love 😌

to angelhobi 💌 from bonding over impulsive financial decisions muster sowoozoo i'm looking at you to what i can only describe as affectionate bullying,, our interactions on here have truly meant so much to me. i love you, your humor, and your heart so much ms. raabia <3

to chickenooodlehope 💌 fish fear us and women want us, bestie!!! thank you for always making my day with our silly little fish posts and your warm, radiant personality. my dashboard and my dm’s would not be nearly as exciting if it weren’t for you, dearest allison 💞 i love you!!

to the joon thirst club a.k.a. gimbapchefs, sugaftrm, bibillyhillsbaby, bisexualrapline, + those mentioned above 💌 hi lovelies!! it has been an absolute pleasure getting to know you all through various tag and ask games over the course of this past year— here’s to another year of joon thirst posts and other tumblr shenanigans ✨

to kookskingdom 💌 hello, my dear sophie! i know it’s been awhile but i just wanted to say that i love you and i’m thinking of you often. there will never come a day where i listen to 20cm or ghosting and not fondly remember our many conversations last summer. i’m hoping to have some free time to finally send you your pen pal letter in the near-ish future (but until then i hope this will suffice) <3

to textsfrombangtan 💌 lizzy, no one has me doubling over in laughter at their tags the way you consistently do. i consider it both an honor and a privilege that someone as cool and funny (and with such impeccable music taste) as you is mutuals with little ole me, but i am flattered nonetheless. i’m looking forward to getting to know you more in the future, since…y’know…we’re getting married and all… 😳💍

i planned on writing a few more of these little love letters, but this was all my time and mental energy would allow :,) but please know if you are reading this post i sincerely have enjoyed getting to know you all on here and i look forward to hopefully being more consistently active soon!! 🥺💖

💌 follow forever pt. 1 💌

bolded = wonderfully talented content creators italics = lovely lovely mutuals

[ a - h ] @agustj @ahundredtimesover @angelhobi @angelhoseok @bibillyhillsbaby @bisexualrapline @blueandtaes @bluengrey @bratkook @btsaudge @chateautae @chickenooodlehope @coepiteamare @cutechim @eternal-bangtan @gimbapchefs @hobi-gif @hobidreams @hobipaint @holdinbacksecrets @honeymoonjin

[ j - l ] @jeon-jeongkook @jimilter @jiminswn @jinbestboy @jinfilms @jinpanman@jintae @jngukk @joenns @joonscypher @joyfulhopelox @jung-koook @jungkxook @jungxk @kimseokjinss @kithtaehyung @kookskingdom @kpopfanfictrash @l0vesickjin @latetaektalk @lavienjin @lavienvante @lovesickgf

#yes graphic design is in fact my passion #also the day of my anniversary was technically on sunday but i have been super busy ever since this past weekend #since i moved back to campus and classes started for me yesterday :')#but ANYWAYS!#i know that there are a good handful of people whom are tagged and are on hiatuses in varying degrees #or i guess even if u are not on a hiatus - pls do not feel pressured to reply/reblog at all!#i hope everyone is doing well <333 #1yr ff

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servicetopkaradanvers · 3 years

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I'm not sure if this is exactly the right place to say this, but I don't know if there is. And you're a smart person and critical thinker who has talked about this before. If this is totally weird, you can just delete it ofc. I've never properly watched Supergirl but I started reading fanfic around the time my mental health got real bad so it was a comfort thing I didn't bring too much thought to. I really identify with Lena and in the past, part of me has understood her actions-

and I know that they're wrong. The anti-alien rhetoric is obviously an allegory for racism or homophobia. She's violated people's basic human rights. And I'm scared that I'm a bad person because sometimes, I kind of get it. Which is insane because i'm a lesbian enby of color, i mean i get targeted by most of the -ist/ism actions. And I'm also too tired to think about things critically all the time. Supercorp was my comfort fic, content thing-

I knew it was problematic (the whole James thing makes me sick to my stomach, scared and sad) but I didn't know that Lena as a character was written that way. The metaphors never really clicked in my head because I never thought about it, but now I feel absolutely horrible about myself because I like and identify with Lena. I'm not really sure how to move on from here- I'm just tired. I wish there could be just one thing, one piece of media that wasn't prejudiced (granted sg is not the place to go if you want decent rep and the like) and all of those things I said earlier. Its just me somehow trying to justify how I felt and empathized with something I shouldn't have. So yeah, sorry that was really long. I hope you have a lovely day- sorry for the spam

FIRST of all, you’re fine, babe! Both in sending me this and in enjoying The Bad Media. That’s my thesis here: You’re fine. With this in mind, let’s unpack this big ol suitcase:

We’re living in a fandom moment where more than ever before, we’re thinking about the ideas we consume in fiction and how they may or may not affect us. This is a net positive! Fiction is not reality, but it undeniably impacts it, so for this and many other reasons, we should always think critically about what resonates with us and why. Does this mean dissecting every facet of something to find all the ways it might fall in line with oppressive power structures? Absolutely not.

You, as an individual, do not owe anyone an explanation for why you enjoy anything. Period. How you relate to a given character or why you like them is nobody's business but your own.

Supergirl, as a piece of media, is singularly awful in its lackluster lipservice to progressivism while simultaneously refusing to deliver any progressive themes. Socially and politically, it is a useless liberal wet dream. Kara is an immigrant from a dead culture working as the muscle for a secret FBI offshoot with zero accountability for all of the other aliens in diaspora she has rounded up and dumped into a cell without trial. Alex is allegedly a lesbian, but the key points of her endgame relationship are constantly deemed not important enough to get screen time, which is made even more absurd when examined from the angle that this series is marketed directly toward LGBT people. An embarrassing percentage of villains on this show are women of color, which is particularly loud when there are only 2 women in the main cast who aren't white. And "main" is extremely generous, given that Kelly is just there to Give Advice Good and everything M'gann says and does is as dry as toast.

My point here is that the whole show is rotted to its roots, and whatever quietly libertarian or even fascism-enabling bullshit they push onto Lena in a given week is par for the crusty, shitty course. Kara deciding that she's ok with the alien detection device because "there are bad aliens" is a lovely (read: awful) microcosm of why this show sucks so fucking hard. "People are entitled to their opinions" is for debates on whether pineapple goes on pizza, not for whether we should casually out, endanger, and disenfranchise our [insert minority metaphor here] because some of them are mean.

But what I would love for this fandom to wrap its head around, and what I hope you understand, anon, is that just because it happens on the show, doesn't mean we have to give a rat's ass about it. What the hell is The Canon, anyway? Especially in the case for Supergirl, which can't even get its own continuity right. Especially for an IP that has been rebooted dozens of times before and will be rebooted again in the future. We can just decide that Lena realized the horrible injustices she enabled through her position of power. We can even decide that they just didn't happen at all! This is all fake. It's not set in stone. Who came up with it, anyway? A network with a list of buzzwords they want included and a couple of D-tier showrunners cranking down caffeine to meet an absurdly tight deadline. It's not special. I can guarantee that you care about it infinitely more than they do, and you haven't even watched the damn show.

On a more personal level, people who are hurt, depressed, or traumatized have always and will always look for themselves in fiction. Myself included! And despite what lofty platitudes there may be on the matter, suffering does not make us kind. It does not make us better. Sometimes it's just suffering. Often it pulls us further from who we are meant to be. Often it just makes us "worse."

Trauma has made Lena emotionally brittle. A lifetime of manipulation and abuse has taught her to compartmentalize herself and lock her feelings behind a maze of doors. When she does let love in, she accepts it so wild and vulnerable that she can't see the red flags behind the rosy lenses. She latches so hard onto people she deems virtuous that she holds them to a standard none could fulfill. Her pain has to go somewhere, so it oozes out of her, into Non Nocere, into the post-reveal rift. She's a powder keg, and Kara spent 4 years shoveling more gunpowder onto the pile while holding the match between her teeth.

And despite these fatal flaws that make perfect sense through the eyes of Lena's trauma, she is so full of love. Like Kara, her suffering did not make her kind. She is kind in spite of her suffering. These are the characters we are drawn to when we're hurting. Lena’s trauma is an inextricable part of her, but it is not all of her, and neither are her mistakes.

There truly is not and never will be a piece of media that is absolutely innocent of the harmful structures thrust upon us by society, because we ourselves also participate in that society whether we are critical of it or not, whether we strive to change it or not. I'm flawed. You're flawed. Bettering ourselves is not a journey toward an ultimate destination of perfection. It is a garden we nurture in an endless labor of love because the joy that comes from seeing it flourish and change vastly outweighs the work we put into it and the weeds popping up around its unkempt edges. This is a lesson Lena herself could probably stand to internalize. Probably with lots and lots of therapy. Lots. And lots.

So, to circle back to the start of this? You're fine. You recognized the logic in a traumatized character's mistakes because our own gravest errors more often than not stem from the ways we have been harmed in the past. It's what makes Lena (or, at the very least, the many adaptations of Lena that exist in this fandom) a good character. She is, to her core, characterized proof that a crumbling foundation and poisonous soil do not define us. Which is why watching her heal and grow and learn a healthier kind of love is so, so wonderful.

In closing, I think it's worth mentioning that being critical of media does not mean that we stop enjoying the parts of it we like. There is a lot of gold to be pulled from the steaming pile of shit that is CW Supergirl, and that's why we're all here in the first place. So I really hope you can continue to enjoy it in whatever way makes you smile <3

#Anonymous #lena

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blushing-titan · 3 years

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My reasons to ship Erehisu

About two weeks ago, I got an anonymous ask that reads:

what made you ship erehisu? I don't ship anyone in the series (and defo not eremika lol) and I want to understand the reasons

...but when I tried to answer it on my app, it turned out that I can only post 10 pictures per post, so I decided to make a longer, regular one with my thoughts on this topic 😄 Erehisu remains one of my favorite ships in the series (...with the other ones being Yumi/hisu and Levi/han), so I really enjoy talking about it (...well, at least I did, before I started moving away from the series after that mess of a finale). Without further ado, my reasons to ship Erehisu are under the cut (just a quick warning: the pictures are obviously not mine, and there are some anti-eremika themes in this post).

They had an actual developement

As we know: in the beginning, Historia was pretending to be this good, selfless girl Krista. Later on, we learn that Eren was not particularly fond of her façade (...keep in mind he was the only person who noticed that she was acting off, too - obviously excluding Ymir, who was Historia's closest person and knew about her secret). As Historia chooses to embrace her identity and stop pretending, his opinion on her changes - he reassures her and appreciates the real Historia.

You’re just normal. Just a normal girl who’s absurdly honest. (Eren, ch. 54)

Eren...that day...the time you called me...normal. That made me really...happy. (Historia, ch. 65)

Later on, after Historia saves Eren in the Reiss cave, his thoughts on her change even further. There isn't just something that he likes about her anymore - instead, he starts to actually admire her strength and actions.

(ch. 68)

(ch. 70)

Even further on, he prioritizes her safety and hides an important piece of information that could help Paradis' cause - only because it could potentially put Historia in harm's way.

(ch. 89)

(ch. 90)

(ch. 106)

Keep in mind that there was a time skip in between these chapters, which means Eren kept this secret for years. He hid it even from Armin and Mikasa. After it's finally revealed, he strongly disagrees with, and fights against Historia becoming a titan for the sake of the island. Eren’s sentiment towards Historia is even noticed by Hanji on a few different occasions - it’s something that Hanji brings up while questioning him, later on.

(ch. 107)

Eren also meets Historia in secret, warns her of danger, and downright doesn't let her sacrifice herself - even when she assures him that she's ready to do it.

(ch. 130)

She's also one of the only people with whom he shares the information about the rumbling. He also brings up her own words that she said to him back in the Reiss cave.

(ch. 130)

I believe he doesn't fight for her just because she's one of his friends. It's a natural progression that comes from the shared experience they had in the Reiss cave. Eren got to know and appreciate the real Historia, so whenever she reverts back to the Krista persona, he's there to remind her that she should live for herself and don't let others use her - just like Ymir told her, and just like Historia told him in the Reiss cave. When Eren stands up for Historia in ch. 107 and blatantly refuses to let her get sacrificed, she's actually touched to the point of tearing up.

Their relationship changes and deepens with time, and it's actually shown in the manga - not just as symbols or small hints, but actual, full-fledged conversations/actions. In my opinion, this should be the base of any well-estabilished ship. We have quite a few one-on-one moments with these two that illustrate this progression. There are also panels in which we can peak into Eren's thoughts on Historia, which makes for an unfiltered source of his opinions on her.

They can relate to each other

Something I find really important as well is that Eren and Historia can find each other very relatable, and therefore - understand each other's struggles better.

Both were used by their fathers, and both caused their demise. Both were fiercely protected by someone. Both felt like the world would be better without them, at some point. Both had a big role to play, despite having doubts if they can do it right (Eren, being humanity's titan; Historia, being the queen). Both wanted to sacrifice themselves for their people's sake - and both intervened, saving each other from actually going through with this decision.

Their relationship is well-balanced

Eren and Historia don't clash when it comes to their personalities. As their relationship grows, they mutually admire, protect and motivate each other, while still remaining two separate characters - with their own goals and traits. They freely talk to each other about their struggles; they also care about each other’s actual feelings on them.

(ch. 54)

(ch. 70)

I can easily see them as partners, which is something I've always had troubles with when it comes to EM. It's just hard not to make this comparison, since Mikasa's character has always been pretty much fully centered around Eren, which - in my eyes - made their relationship look unbalanced and toxic. I've already spoke about my issues with EM in depth in this post, so I won't elongate this one with repeating the same arguments - still, one of the reasons I started shipping Erehisu in the first place is the fact that I immediately saw it as a much more normal, healthy, and well-balanced alternative to EM.

Parallels and relevance to the story’s themes

Parallels are something that, for some reason, make a lot of people mad. I have no idea why - these things appear in the manga, so why not talk about them?

Aside from parallels between Eren and Historia (...please, keep in mind that I didn’t list all of them in this post), there are also a lot of obvious parallels between Historia and the founder Ymir - to the point, when the entire Requiem der Morgenröte ending revolves around this theme:

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I've also already spoke about how Ymir/Historia parallels could possibly be tied to Eren in this answer.

(Historia on the cover of vol. 16/Ymir in ch. 122)

Aside from that, there are a few subtle Grisha/Dina and Eren/Historia parallels, as well. Historia is a royal, hiding as a regular person - just like Dina did, before joining the revivalists. Dina also tears up when Grisha stands up for Eldians, just like Historia does when Eren stands up for her.

(ch. 68)

(ch. 86)

(ch. 67)

(ch. 86)

(ch. 56)

(ch. 86)

(ch. 107)

(ch. 86)

Quite interestingly, in a lot of these parallels Historia and Eren act in an opposite way as to previous generations. While Frida teaches Historia to be a good, selfless girl, Historia ends up abandoning this persona to save herself and Eren in the Reiss cave. She doesn’t want to devote herself to fate - instead, she’s prepared for a showdown with it. While the founder Ymir’s children are ordered to eat their own mother to ensure her power’s succession (...and a few hundred years later, Grisha fights to return the founder’s power back to his wife - Dina), Eren does everything he can to ensure Historia and her children are safe and never even titanised in the first place.

As the story unfolds, we learn about it’s leading themes - some of which are: oppression and fighting for freedom, desire to change history, the mechanism of circle of hate, and how it affects children who are a part of it. In my eyes, Erehisu just perfectly fit with these themes, especially considering how later on Historia’s pregnancy was handled in the manga.

There were countless ways to answer the who’s the father question? immediately, without even starting up conversation about it - for example, I don’t understand why it was needed to bring up the fact that Historia didn’t marry the farmer in the first place. What was it’s purpose, aside from stirring up theories - especially considering how in the last chapter it’s revealed that they are married, after all? Why end up the Eren/Historia flashback on the What do you think about me having a child? question, when the whole conversation they had beforehand was literally about Eren disagreeing with Historia wanting to get pregnant just to save herself? It doesn’t make sense, and led me (and many other readers - judging from opinions I read online and chapter reactions on youtube) to belive that there were other reasons, and that there was more to this conversation then was initially shown.

If the conclusion to this plotline was always supposed to be that she got pregnant just to save herself...then what was this mysterious built-up for? Why show this conversation in the first place, and in such a weird manner, too? Why not have Historia just say it out loud in ch. 130: yes, I got pregnant to save myself in the beginning, and spare us this whole I will not allow it talk...you know, instead of ending the conversation on the What do you think about me having a child? when the whole previous talk was about Eren fighting against it? Where’s the logic?

The truth is - from my perspective, Erehisu had a lot of logical build up that would benefit the story, and stay true to it’s already established themes and both characters’ previous developement. On top of that, I also think they simply had great chemistry.

That’s all from me today 😄 I apologize you had to wait so long for this, anon...life got in the way, and as I said - I think I’m just getting over this series. Hope you’re doing well anyway 😊

#erehisu #erekuri #eren x historia #SnK Spoilers #snk shipping #snk rant #anti eremika #aot 139 #aot spoilers #attack on titan #snk manga #historia reiss #eren jeager #shingeki no kyojin

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professorjaskier · 2 years

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Love is Patient

Hi y'all! Two posts in as many days! Who am I? Anyways, here is my submission for the Witcher Ace Week. Thanks to @sulkyshengshou for helping me spitball ideas and beta reading. Hope you enjoy!

CW: slight body image issues

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“Melitele’s tits, Geralt! You didn’t tell me your brother was the sexiest man alive!”

Jaskier heard Geralt sigh beside him in their corner booth, but he was too distracted to care. Instead, his full focus was on Eskel’s sculpted backside and thick thighs as he made his way to the bar. Although Geralt had spoken of his brother many times, they hadn’t had the chance to meet before now, what with Eskel’s work keeping odd hours. It had been a game of just missing one another for years now, and he had finally found the time to meet his best friend’s —and sometimes fuck buddy— brother. He just hadn’t prepared for him to be so hot!

“Geralt, how dare you not tell me how absurdly hot your brother is! Honestly, you know that man is exactly my type and you neglected to let me prepare to meet such a speci—”

“Jaskier,” Geralt said with a frown dragging down the corners of his lips. “Tone it down!”

He snorted. “What, you don’t like hearing me wax poetic about the perfect globes of your brother’s ass?”

Geralt tilted his head, examining him with the same questioning stare he had come to know and love. That expression usually followed after he had done something remarkably stupid —or brilliant, depending on who you asked— but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what he had done to earn that look this time.

Before he could ask, Geralt grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him so close that he could feel Geralt’s breath tickling his ear. “He’s demisexual, Jas. If you talk like that you’ll freak him out. He won’t be sleeping with you on the first date.”

Jaskier straightened himself into a sitting position and found himself staring at Eskel’s strong figure across the bar. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” Geralt sighed and leaned against the table, glancing towards him as he spoke. “You’ll have to put in the work if you want to be with him.”

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Jaskier had initially dismissed Geralt’s words, believing that his attraction to the older man would pass in time as all his other fleeting crushes did, but he was surprised that it didn’t. In fact, what was once lust was replaced with deeper feelings that he had never felt before. Sure, he had fallen in love with people before, finding qualities in everyone to latch onto, but this was different. He wanted to spend every moment with Eskel. He wanted to hear him talk softly to his goat and get pissed drunk while they sang karaoke. It wasn’t long until they wound up together, confessing their feelings for one another as they walked home from one of Jaskier’s gigs. He would never forget the shining look of happiness on Eskel's face as the older man leaned down and initiated a kiss, starting a new chapter in both of their lives.

Still, those words Geralt had uttered to him in the bar months ago had continued to whirl around his head. Eskel was demisexual and Jaskier was completely fine with that. Although he personally loved sex, he was well aware that not everyone felt the same way. From the information he had gleaned from Geralt, Eskel did enjoy sex with romantic partners, but what if they weren’t there yet?

Jaskier fretted over that question for weeks, always treading carefully to ensure that he wouldn’t do anything to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. He would never forgive himself if he somehow managed to make Eskel unsafe or pressured to do something sexual before he was ready. That was assuming Eskel would ever be ready. Jaskier hoped that day would come soon. Not for the sex itself, but for the reassurance that Eskel truly saw him as a long-term romantic partner. Until then he would wait.

As the months passed on, Jaskier started to notice that Eskel’s eyes would linger on his shirtless torso as he got dressed in the mornings. How his calloused fingers would trace patterns against his bare skin as they cuddled on the couch. They were all signals that Jaskier would usually interpret as someone wanting to be sexually intimate, but what if he was wrong? What if Eskel was only trying to force himself to move at a pace faster than what he was comfortable with?

It all came to a head one evening as they were lazily kissing one another on their bed. Although it was technically Eskel’s bed, Jaskier hadn’t spent more than a few nights at his own apartment in months. The thought alone made him smile into the kiss, but that smile soon disappeared as Eskel’s hand wandered further beneath the covers.

With a sigh, Jaskier broke apart from the man beside him, his heart melting at the adorable confused expression carved into his handsome face.

“Darling,” he said, unsure of how to ask what he needed to, but before they went forward they needed to clarify some things. “I need to know what you are thinking, because although I am brilliant, I am not a mind reader.”

That drew a chuckle out of the older man. With a single, smooth motion, Eskel’s arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him back into the strong arms he had come to love.

“What do you mean?”

Jaskier frowned, frustrated that the first time in his life he was at a loss for words was the time he needed them the most. “I don’t want you to force yourself to do anything that you don’t want to do, Eskel. We can move at whatever pace you want to. I’m perfectly fine taking your lead on this.”

There was a moment of silence that was broken as Eskel burst into laughter. Jaskier laid there, unsure whether he should be affronted by the reception of his heartfelt speech, when Eskel spoke.

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring all my signals? Because you thought you were forcing me to be sexually attracted to you?”

Jaskier spluttered, suddenly very lost in this conversation. “W-Well yes! No! I don’t know, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, darling!”

His reaction was met with a crushing hug and smile pressed into the crook of his neck. “You are the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

Jaskier smiled and ran his fingers through Eskel’s hair. The older man had thick hair, possibly even more than Jaskier himself. He loved to run his fingers through it and truly hoped that he would have the pleasure to do so for many years to come.

“I’m sorry, Eskel. I should’ve just asked.” Jaskier chastised himself for being such a coward. If he had just used his words this miscommunication wouldn’t have happened.

“I’m just glad you weren’t put off by my scars,” Eskel responded, surreptitiously avoiding his gaze as the words died on his lips.

Jaskier frowned at Eskel’s self-doubt. It wasn’t the first time he had voiced his concerns about his physical appearance. Although Jaskier had reassured him each time, it appeared that Eskel still had doubts. Freeing one hand from their tangle of limbs, Jaskier tilted Eskel’s face back towards him, forcing him to look at him.

“Now listen here, Eskel. I love you, and that includes the way that you look. I love the color of your eyes, the strength of your arms, the softness of your stomach. I love everything about you because I love you. That includes your scars, darling. I would also like to state for the record that I think you are the most handsome, kind, lovely man I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Do you understand?”

Jaskier watched as Eskel’s face split into a smile while his hazel eyes filled with tears. The smile tugged at the scar tissue along his cheek, creating the illusion of a grimace, but to Jaskier it was the most perfect smile he’d ever seen.

“I understand.” Eskel drew him in for a searing kiss, one filled with heat and the promise of something more. As they drew away, Eskel said, “Just to be clear, I would very much like to have sex with you right now.”

A laugh escaped his lips before he dipped down to capture Eskel’s lips once more. “I think that can be arranged.”

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tiriansjewel · 2 years

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2021 Thank Yous

hey folks! We’re already seven days into January but I wanted to welcome in the new year by thanking some friends and mutuals and creators that made the previous year brighter and better even amongst the depressing reality of covid and the outside world. You have all been so supportive of me and my work and I love seeing all your work as well, and here’s to 2022!

@daintyduck99- as soon as we started talking in march I knew this was going to be a lasting friendship. You are so kind and thoughtful, and I love your sense of humor. Every time you share a piece of writing with me it warms my soul, you are so talented and create such beautiful imagery with your words. I can’t wait to send you more unsettling Facebook posts for us to both laugh at ❤️

@psyduckappears- I cannot express how much fun I have had talking to you. We always seem to have something to discuss in our ten minute long video rants and you are so intelligent and good at everything you do, it amazes me. Thank you for breaking my heart with all your angst 💛

@nuandia- my goodness, where to begin with you? When we started talking I didn’t realize how many of your fics i had read and loved but I just have to say you are the queen of polyphantoms and writing shit that squeezes my heart. I loved all our absurdly long video calls over the summer and relating over all our anxieties. I really miss you and miss brainstorming with you and I hope we can talk more this year 💜

@phantomsjulie- my dear, you are my oldest friend in fandom and I’m so grateful for you. I love that we just keep hopping fandoms together and I’ve had such fun yelling about all our favorite female characters. You make such beautiful edits and gifsets and that susan/lilliandil fic is still one of my favorite things on AO3. You’re amazing 💗

@theanarik- sometimes I still laugh about the conversation that started our friendship— an asexual lesbian telling a bisexual how to write good mlm spice— there’s definitely some irony there haha. for real though, I love how we can go off about anything and how much great advice you’ve given me, you’re truly like an older sister and I’m so thankful for you. You keep me connected to the batshit craziness that is supernatural and I hope to beta many more destiel fics for you in the future 🧡

@sunsetcurveofficial- I never thought I’d be a person to organize a fandom event but it’s because of you that I got into peterpatter in the first place. I love all your work so much and I know we don’t talk often, but you’ve been so supportive of me and there is no one else (+ the bugs) that I would have rather done peterpatter fest with. You rock! 🖤

@favoriteliar- I am so happy about the fact that we connected through our mutual friend and started smashing our brains together and seeing what happened! You are hands down my favorite creator in the jatp fandom- you do it all and you do it all well, gifs, art, fic, headcanons, and just being a supportive friend. You’ve stuck around even when others have lost interest and been such an original voice. Here’s to actually finishing the dark AU in 2022 since I have actually been working on it lately lmao (famous last words) 💚

@hyperfixated-bastard- still can’t believe we met in a saf discord. Seriously though, you’re a bop. You always make me laugh because your sense of humor is top tier, I love that we get to be a disaster bi and lesbian duo, so cool for us. Embrace the horse girl cringe! You’re one of my best friends and here’s to more unhinged facetimes and hopefully meeting in person soon 💙

here are some additional mentions of mutuals or people I’ve had fun conversations with or creatives I really enjoy seeing on my dash! I appreciate all of you so much and sorry if I didn’t get around to mentioning everybody :)

@catoptrific @lucbian @athoughtfox @invisibleraven @julies-butterflies @toorational @sunnysbright @astorytotellyourfriends @calormen @luffys @glasswaters @madnessiseverything

#gonna make myself emo #taggie tags #personal #year in review

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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 years

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Many Divaz/Z3st confos

Mod: Not all the ones in the inbox, but a batch of them to peruse at your leisure.

1. Z3st got told by a mod on the BJD Discord to stop with his drama-mongering. He argued with the mod. In b4 he whines here about the BJD Discord.

~Anonymous

2. @A certain someone: DOA mods warning you to stop making drama or else ban is not an attack on you. BJD Discord mod warning you to stop making drama or ban is not an attack on you. They're just doing their jobs. To stop finding yourself in situations where you feel attacked, don't make drama. Seriously it's getting super tiresome seeing your crap all over the place esp since you're acting like someone shot your dog or smth. You're doing this to yourself and blaming others for your own actions.

~Anonymous

3. My friend got messaged on FB by Z3st because they posted in support of Divaz. Z3st called them names and tried to prove his "innocence". Apparently my friend wasn't the only person Z3st did this to, I wouldn't be surprised if he did it to everyone who commented in support of Divaz. Z3st is crying about being the victim but all I see is him being the aggressor. Who the fuck messages people they don't know to harass them like that?

~Anonymous

4.@al3xcessive... you can't blame someone for "doxxing" you when you put your information out there first. Also, that's not what "doxxing" is, they've literally only showed your name AFTER YOU SHOWED IT YOURSELF PUBLICLY. All of your other information was hidden. I searched for your name on FB and wouldn't have ever found you if you hadn't gone and shown yourself by spamming comments on the post.

~Anonymous

5.lol al3xcess claiming he'd been "harassed" when he DMs random people to call them bootlickers and they tell him to fuck off xD

~Anonymous

6.If the customer is batshit terrible to work with, you refund them and ban them. Don’t feed trolls and all. Seems simple? But Div4s just gonna dox somebody like that? Even their most hardcore fans ought to be sayin “hol up” instead of cheering.

~Anonymous

7.Lol @ Z3st calling Divaz "insidiously hostile" when he himself is this way and he even admitted it: "i had been nothing but nice, and ABSURDLY patient, and understanding and looking back now the gushing tone in which i took makes me sick" - Looking at HIS OWN receipts, his "absurdly nice" is just normal decency. It really says a lot about him that he considers it absurd and that it makes him sick. Divas aren't the ones being insidious, Z3st, you admitted you were deceptive from the getgo.

~Anonymous

8.I'm done with r_s who defend BJDivaz on DoA. I had to wait MONTHS for any sign of life from them, they NEVER answer their emails, and they've mishandled ALL of my orders. They won't be an adult about this! If you're ordering from them, you're pretty much supporting them. Stop.

~Anonymous

9.Neutral to Divaz but seeing them did a call out to a troublesome customer is a bit uncomfortable. I believe they should have kept the person's name as anon, never mention their irl or username. I understand that they are upset that their business reputation is damaged by the customer's words but still a business shouldn't blast their customer's personal info on public platform. A business should be a business. Personal feelings should be handled off the business page.

Again I fully understand Divaz is human too and they can feel upset by exaggerated rumours but a business shouldn't be so sensitive to any provocation. I'm sure other dealers also get a lot of negative comments but we seldom hear them talk about it publicly. Really not my place to say, I think Divaz should try to keep personal emotions off their business page. Occasional bad press will naturally go away on its own if they can maintain good and satisfied customers on a long run. I feel like them fighting back against angry (ex) customers and seeking comfort from others is not the best move as a business. It is fine that they express their frustration to their family and friends but definitely not on a public business page. It just feels unprofessional. It's my 2 cents.

Sorry Divaz, I know you don't want to hear this but please do try to keep personal feelings aside when running a business. It will really help you on a long run. Haters will only use this against you because they know you will react to their provocation. This will never end and only damge your reputation further. Hope for the best.

~Anonymous

10. Cheeesus, that long Divaz post on that DoA user is too much. With all the precise time-stamps details and quotations, it's like a lawyer presenting a courtcase like "the evidence here shows that at 'hour;minute' you said this XXX. Is it true?" And we, the witnesses/audience, are all called to participate in the judgment. lol

~Anonymous

11. ne1 else get msged by Z3st on fb cuz he wants to bitch u out for posting on divaz?

~Anonymous

12. Divaz doxxes and stalks people, talks shit about customers on their FB, forgets to place orders, hands out tons of excuses for why they can't reply... among other things. Why the fuck are you all still dealing with them? Cl0ver singing, Alice's and a bunch of other companies are ten times better. Stop👏 validating👏 shitty 👏companies 👏

~Anonymous

13.There are certain people who always jump to the defense of BjDivaz and get mad when other people have legitimate issues with them. Get a life. Some of us have real problems and bad experiences ordering from them.

~Anonymous

14. I know everyone has a different situation and state their opinion with what they have already experienced, but I'm not gonna lie that I felt bad when I read someone saying that bjdivaz long layaways aren't even neccesary and they should just remove it. While I do agree bjdivaz could improve in how they manage some stuff, at the same time they are the only ones that let me "join" the hobby and don't feel bad because I can't pay in full or put down big payments as other hobbyists. I know it's not neccesary and I can save, but from someone who comes from a place of poverty I already feel guilty enough spending in a hobby and having big amounts of money always end up in paying emergencies and starting from 0 again. So these "really long and unnecessary layaways" give me the opportunity to not feel as guilty and enjoy something like the rest without spending too much every month to the point that it could affect my daily life.

~Anonymous

15. Z3st/Alex is legitimately evil for what he's doing, trying to put a company out of business that, per the emails that he himself posted, has never been anything but helpful to him (and many others). I'd bet he's the main source of all the BJDivaz hate going on here, and the miserable people around here were more than happy to grab their pitchforks and join his mob. Stop it.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers #BJD Groups

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delyth88 · 3 years

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Loki episode 5 rewatch

It’s been a busy week so it wasn’t until yesterday that I had a chance to watch Episode 5 again. And I was a little worried I might not like it as much as I did on first watch, but thankfully I did still find a lot to like about this episode.

Spoilers below...

Firstly, I think it’s taken this long, but I’ve finally gotten used to this new variant of our Loki. To this overly emotive, sweetly stupid at times, often bewildered version of the character. Let me be clear, he is absolutely not being presented in the same was at the first three films, Infinity War, or even Ragnarok. But I’m finding him easier to watch now that I have no hopes or expectations that he will be the Loki I was hoping we’d get to see again. Sure, I’m sad they didn’t give us a continuation of the Loki we’re grown to love, but this guy seems to be starting to find his feet, and I’m curious to see what his potential is now.

I was again struck by the increased sense of purpose (no pun intended) of this episode. It seems to be going places more so than previous episodes were. And again I loved the opening sequence and the music as we travel through the TVA and then out into the Void. It did make me wonder whether the destroyed city was actually a version of the timeline where Loki/Thanos win the Battle of New York, and that’s as far as the significance of that set goes. My hunch is that we won’t see that long shot of Loki from the trailers in post-apocalyptic New York. They opted for the mirror of the Avengers scene instead as the way Loki finds himself in this place.

I laughed at Loki’s little rant this time too. Particularly the line “plus an alligator, that I’m heartbroken to report I didn’t even find all that strange!”. In fact there were a few moment when I felt we were getting a little bit of Loki’s old humour. Such as, his “Delightful.” In response to kid Loki talking about cannibalistic pirates, “This is a nightmare.” and “Don’t die isn’t a plan, it’s a general demand of living”.

I do wonder though if this is just about comparison with the other Lokis? Like they’re all so very much more on the extreme end of comical that it makes our Loki seem the straight guy in comparison? *shrug*

After several days I am still taken by Old Loki and his story. And on watching it again I was able to appreciate the little moments leading up to his fighting Alioth. He gives the impression of being just so Over It and his crazy comics outfit also directs the audience away from how much he actually cares. For example he is really quite upset at Lokis in general and presumably also himself after the betrayal by Boastful Loki. He says “We cannot change. We’re broken. Every version of us. Forever.”

And he seems quite affected by Mobius’ offhand comment that “it’s never too late to change”.

And then that look back towards Loki and Sylvie as Alioth approaches.

Gah! This is the kind of thing I wanted for our Loki. I don’t have the right words to describe it, but it’s partly the back story, partly the change of heart, partly the stakes, the emotional depth. I’m really quite sad that we won’t see more of him. :(

@scintillatingshortgirl19 you asked me what I thought of Loki’s response when Sylvie asks, “How do I know that in the final moments you won’t betray me?”

“Listen Sylvie, I…” Loki pauses and takes a deep breath “I betrayed everyone who ever loved me. My father, my brother, my home. I know what I did, and I know why I did it. And that’s not who I am anymore. Okay? I won’t let you down.”

To be honest on my first watch I think I just let it slide over me as yet another one of those lines where they keep telling us what we’re supposed to think of Loki (whether it’s true or not). I think Episode 4 might have broken me – I didn’t even blink an eyelid. I think I’ve just heard so many people saying things that I think are absolutely wrong about Loki that I’m just… used to it now? I dunno. Maybe it was just my mood, or the fact that there were enough other things I enjoyed in the episode that I could ignore it.

But since you pointed it out I’ve been thinking about it and after my rewatch I kinda think Loki has been a little bit influenced by recent events and conversations. He’s just watched with embarrassment several different versions of himself strike bargains and then betray each other, in such an extreme example of this behaviour that it seemed absurdly comic. Boastful Loki even says “I betrayed you, and now I’m king.” And as they leave the Loki fight behind Old Loki says “We lie and we cheat! We cut the throats of every person who trusts us! And for what! Power!” So I can kinda see why betrayal is on his mind.

And perhaps this is something he’s been thinking about for a while now. Since he tried to strike a bargain with Sylvie before he even really knew her. Old Loki ask if Loki trusts Sylvie and he says” “She’s the only one [of the Loki variants] I do trust! “

But I guess the way I interpreted it is not just literal betrayal like he just watched with the other Loki variants, but also letting people down. Letting himself down. In this context betraying his father would be the events of Thor 1 where he betrays his father’s trust by letting the frost giants into the weapons vault (I think he’s talking about Odin here, not Laufey), and then by not being able to be a good king in the eyes of his father or even his own standards while Odin was in the Odinsleep. I don’t think he would be thinking of the moment where he lets Laufey into Odin’s chamber because he always intended to betray Laufey and save Odin. Although maybe he feels guilt for that too, in terms of lying to his father. In regards to his brother, I’d consider any of the times Loki is acting against his brother’s interests, in a serious way such as the times that he was evading and fighting against Thor in Avengers, or when he sent the Destroyer in Thor 1 as betrayals of a sort, and the frost giants at the coronation again. And in regards to his ‘home’ I assume from his perspective this is again about the coronation and the events that led to the destruction of the Bifrost and as far as he’s aware war with Jotunhiem. Perhaps he’s thinking of the moment when Odin says to Thor “... you are unworthy of the loved ones you have betrayed!” Potentially he’s also thinking of Ragnarok and his actions in causing it after what he read in his file in the TVA. Personally I think he knows it was necessary but still feels a ton of guilt about being the one to actually do it. In this case it’s a betrayal in action but not in heart.

So I think he’s kinda focusing on the guilt he feels. And I think this is why he feels it could extend to Frigga, although he doesn’t mention it I think we as the audience are meant to assume it. But again, this is in terms of the guilt he feels at a future version of himself inadvertently causing Frigga’s death – as he’s heard this story second-hand from Mobius. You know how if you start feeling bad about something it’s very easy to expand that to a whole bunch of other things you’ve done? These are the times he feels guilty for his actions in hindsight.

I also think he’s kinda lumping a bunch of things together under the umbrella of the wording of the question that Sylvie has asked. I think if she’d used a different word he would have echoed that back to her too.

I also think he starts of with “Listen Sylvie, I..” because he was about to defend himself, refuse to acknowledge that he would do such a thing and minimise it, by saying some version of “I would never do that”. But he catches himself and takes the opposite approach of laying all his faults out plain. Admitting in a slightly exaggerated way that he has betrayed people in the past and he knows it, which he considers is more likely to be believed, and that he won’t betray Sylvie because he’s changed since then.

So I don’t know if I really have a conclusion to draw from this, but I think Loki is exaggerating out of guilt.

But this is also one of those lines that where the character is telling us not showing us. Which seems to have started in Ragnarok and is being continued in this series. It’s frustrating, I don’t like it, but it seems this is what they do now. :/

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So, it’s taken me a whole ‘nother day to get to finish writing this, and I’ve realised that this is the first episode in a while that has been on my mind since I watched it. I’m actually invested again! Which I was very much not after Episode 4.

This episode had another piece of Loki’s story, in the form of Old Loki, and that was wonderful, and tragic. And we’re starting to get somewhere with the plot now.

And unlike in previous episodes where it looked like they’d left hints of things to come but that turned out not to be the case, I actually feel like we might get payoff for all those comments about Loki’s magic. Probably not in a way I’d prefer, but at this point I’ll take any sort of change that gives Loki a bit more control over his life.

I’m also feeling again like this story matters. With episodes 3 and 4 I wasn’t really feeling it. I hope I’m not too disappointed. lol

I still don’t like the romance, but having resigned myself to the fact this is what they’re doing last week I was better able to watch this. The fact that Sylvie is as utterly incompetent at personal relationships as our Loki does make it more tolerable to me, and if I take it as some weird AU (which lets be fair is exactly what this is) it is kinda cute. In a way I like that they’re both late 30s/early 40s in appearance, not teens or twenty-somethings. It adds this extra layer to their awkwardness and I think brings home how weird tit is that these thousand year old beings don’t know how to be friends if you can do the mental jumps required to believe this in the first place. I still want it to be platonic or at least not taken any further. I will gag if they kiss in the finale.

#loki #loki series #loki episode 5 #spoilers #my review #loki series negativity #loki series positivity #a bit of both

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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You had an earlier post that posed interesting & potentially insightful queries. I figured answering them could help me, help myself so it here goes:

1) What is easy for me to do (effortless) for long periods of time?

Does teasing those I care about count? I love joking and being absurdly playful. The closer you are to me the more ridiculous I get. I only stop when I “have to”, meaning the other person(s) has had enough.

Back when I used to play world of warcraft, it was perfecting my play and advancing my character. I would spend countless and gold (in-game currency) reconfiguring my character to optimize my technique. I spent thousand of hours (literally, over a 1000 days played). I always wanted to improve. Although I enjoyed roleplay, I couldn’t do it for indefinite periods of time. I needed to do something to advance myself (battlegrounds, duels, etc).

I would take these adventures and transpose them into written stories. Although challenging at times, I enjoyed writing fan fiction with my character and his companions (guild-mates). I actually combined my own story with my avatar’s, allowing me to process some real-life trauma. I should note this writing process was not “effortless”, but I did enjoy it.

My whole personality journey started because I wanted to write a memoir of sorts. I was going to use me and my friends, set us in a fictional setting (Forgotten Realms-a D&D campaign setting) and set us to adventures that would mimic encounters and foes we’ve engaged with in real life.

This sounds possibly ENTP / Ne/Si to me. Mostly because it’s focused on fiction, stories, and you mention nothing about needing sensory engagement to be your best self. An ESP typically stays busy and proactive in the real world DOING things, but your focus immediately went to intangible activities that sparked ideas, to writing memoirs, to your own vague personal experiences, to a fairy tale world like D&D.

2) What is exhausting for me to do (hard) for long periods of time?

Waiting. Omg. I have no patience. As soon as something gets on my “plate of responsibility”, I need to address it.

I have a hard time listening to people that seem to drone on. I must care about the person to want to listen to them. It’s like my head goes into a “perceiver fog”.

Being impulsive and needing to do it now is Extroversion.

3) What would I PREFER to be doing if I could do anything?

Joking about with friends-ideally while playing a virtual game (and winning)-that matters to me. as I tend to be competitive (to a degree). It’s important that I be considered skilled, especially amongst my peers.

Again... it’s all humor and fun and virtual realities, I’m not seeing Se. Maybe some low Fe.

4) What types do those strengths / weaknesses line up with?

Probably some kind of ExxP. I would say ExTP, but I hesitate, because of all my characters in all these games I see as “my avatars”. I don’t “mini-max” characters. I do them to match me and others...

As I said, I could see ENTP.

In closing-HAPPY T-GIVING and I’m enjoying your book.

Glad you’re enjoying it and I hope your type stands out to you as you read it. :)

#question #mbti

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issamhysa · 4 years

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Body and Soul

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: This case hit too close to home for you, so Spencer decides you need to step back and unwind.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Yeah so this is my first fic for Criminal Minds and I am TERRIFIED to post this cause I don’t know if it’s too ooc? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Working as a profiler for the FBI isn’t an easy job, nor is it one you would ever deem enjoyable. Your job is to inspect the unsub’s work, however grisly it may be, dig into their minds to create a profile, and pray to God that you’re able to find them before it’s too late.

No, your work isn’t easily done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You have a fantastic team who often checks on you to make sure the cases are as less emotionally taxing as they can be, and you know you wouldn’t have gotten far without them; not without Penelope’s ridiculous pet names, Emily’s often out-of-place humor and JJ’s comforting advice. Not without the late nights at Rossi’s spent drinking and unwinding, not without Morgan’s constant teasing, or Hotch’s absurdly dry wit. And certainly not without Spencer’s endearing rambling.

Though this time, it was a bit different.

This new case hit too close to home for you, and the team knew it did. They all offered the same advice, telling you to sit this one out or at least take a step back if it ever became too much.

But this was your job, and you weren’t about to slack off because you were a little uncomfortable. So, ignoring everybody’s advice, you threw yourself into your work because you decided that this unsub needed to be caught before he could hurt anybody else. You spent countless hours at the office, hunched over your desk as you rifled through the evidence, trying to make a connection.

It wasn’t until Hotch literally kicked you out of the office that you let Spencer drive you home. You would’ve driven yourself, but you were too tired to see straight, and Spencer had insisted. With those cute little hazel eyes of his, how could you say no?

The second you stepped foot into your apartment, the wave of exhaustion you had been fighting off the entire day finally hit you. You’re convinced you would’ve tipped over, had it not been for your boyfriend’s hands settling on your hips to make sure that didn’t happen.

“I’ve got you,” he said, helping you up the stairs into your shared bedroom. Once he helped you sit on the bed, Spencer got down on his knees in front of you and took your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing over the dark circles under your eyes. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

You could only nod your head in assent, not trusting your voice to work. With a nod, Spencer brought one hand to your chin, tilting your head up as he rose to his feet to then press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord as soon as his lips met your skin, but you forced them to open and willed yourself to stay awake for Spencer, who had left to start the bath.

After a minute or so, you pushed yourself up to your feet, wrapping your arms around your torso as you made your way to the bathroom, stopping to lean against the doorway and watch Spencer get everything ready. A fond smile tugged at your lips when he turned his head to look at you, returning the smile. He reached to shut the water off, dipping his fingers in to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Finally, he stood up and spun around to face you, extending his arms in your direction and making grabby hands at you.

Giggling lightly, you walked over, allowing him to help you unbutton your shirt. The two of you stripped each other in silence, managing to keep eye contact the entire time.

Spencer got in the tub first, taking your hand and helping you settle down between his legs. Once you were comfortable, you leaned back against him and sighed deeply, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. The hot water helped relieve the tension in your muscles, and the gentle smell of the honey bubble bath lulled you into a sense of tranquility you hadn’t felt in a few days.

It wasn’t until then that you realized how deep you had gotten into the case.

It had been a while since you had last truly spent time with your boyfriend outside of work. You missed being in Spencer’s arms like this, and judging by the way his arms tightened around you and his lips kissed along your jaw, you could safely assume the feeling was mutual.

Slowly, you felt his arms unwind from around your waist, and instead felt his hands traveling up your sides. With his arms now wrapped around your middle, Spencer tucked you closer into him and laid a kiss on your cheek. “How are you feeling, beautiful?” He asked softly, his lips still brushing over the skin of your jaw.

“Better,” you answered, turning your head and connecting your lips to his for a brief kiss. Pulling away, you scooted forward a bit to give him space. As if taking the cue, Spencer gently let your hair down from the ponytail it had been in all day and carded his fingers through it. With your eyes closed, you could hear the sound of the water splashing before you felt Spencer’s hand tipping your head back by your chin, the water now dripping from your hair. His long fingers massaged your scalp as he worked the shampoo into your hair, humming lightly.

You recognized the song he was humming and smiled to yourself.

Con Te Partiro held a special place in your heart. It was the first dance you and Spencer shared.

The entire team had decided to go to the bar for drinks and unwind after a tough case, which ended with David and Emily standing on the stage, pouring their souls out into that karaoke machine. You had playfully asked Spencer to dance, but hadn’t expected him to actually take your hand and say yes.

What had started out as a light joke turned into something true, and that’s when you both realized there was something there; something neither of you had addressed until that night, which was spent entirely wrapped up in Spencer’s arms from dusk til dawn.

By the time you brought yourself out of that blissful memory, Spencer was brushing your hair with a comb, working out the knots with as much care as he could.

You took turns washing the other until you slumped back against him, taking his arms and tugging them over your shoulders to kiss his forearm. “Did you bring the book?” You asked, hearing him chuckle behind you. Spencer shifted slightly and reached to dry his hand on the towel before he grabbed the book from the edge of the tub. Smiling, you leaned against him. “Read to me?”

Kissing your forehead newly, he opened the book, following the bookmark until he found the page you had left off on.

“You must know… Surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

As Spencer lowered the book to see your reaction to Mr. Darcy’s heartfelt declaration, he found you had fallen asleep with your head resting against his arm. The profiler shook his head and chuckled, setting the book back down and leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“Sweet dreams, gorgeous girl.”

#let me be real w you #i started watching cm because of will #but i saw spencer and went hmmmbaby #and now i'm a lil in love w him #also yeah this isn't good but i felt like i needed to post SOMETHING so #here you go #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #cm #matthew gray gubler #mgg

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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father figure

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader (though there’s not much jedi-ing just dumbassery on Obi’s part)

summary: Obi-Wan feels unneeded. You’re there to remind him he’s not. Idk how to summarize hahdjfn

a/n: I just love this scene from episode III so much, it’s my hc that it’s happened before. This is my first fic I’m ever posting in my six years of tumblr! I’m so excited to share it with you guys. Feedback and comments are incredibly welcome, and I’m always here for a chat! I hope you guys enjoy :-)

Obi-Wan is no stranger to failure.

In fact, depending on the point of view, he was quite familiar with it - his years as a youngling held many a blunder, and one didn’t reach the status as a well-respected Jedi Master without learning from many, many mistakes.

Still, he can’t help but admit that the feeling of messing up utterly sucked.

His former student, on the other hand, seems to be perfectly amicable with the experience - if he even stopped to acknowledge the instances in the first place. Even at 20 years old, Anakin is as nonchalant as ever when it comes to getting caught in a sticky situation.

Like right now, as the pair of them dangle from an absurdly long curtain out of the window of a Coruscanti high rise, 80-some floors in the air.

Obi-Wan struggles against the breeze and tightens his grip around Anakin’s neck, biting back a groan. Normally, he’d have the sense to feel embarrassed clinging to his Padawan like a human backpack, but his head is still spinning from a backhanded hit from a Devaronian - the very blow that had sent him and Anakin crashing through the window, at the mercy of the expensive fabric that shaded every room of the building they were currently hanging from.

“How’re you holding up, Master?” Anakin grunts, and Obi-Wan is unsure if the pun is intended or not. He decides to ignore it entirely.

“This is why I always tell you to think these plans through -“ a gust of wind ruffles both of their hair, “so we don’t end up in such predicaments.”

He wishes he could have one uneventful week on leave. It’s not enough that his time on the frontlines looks to have no foreseeable end, but even between missions, trouble seems to follow his makeshift family to the capital city. He only hopes Ahsoka is studying in the archives as he’d instructed her to before Anakin had dragged him away to pursue a pair of slythmongers meeting at a swanky hotel in the derrick major.

Apparently, he had overheard the details of the transaction on his way back from a lunch out - from the Senate District, no less - and had been on his merry way before his old master had stopped him. Obi-Wan was pretty sure Anakin was trying to find any excuse to get out of his scheduled session to train the younglings at the temple, but he couldn’t argue against interrupting a smuggling ring, especially when it had to do with drugs. He still remembered the havoc that had followed when Vos and Aayla had been forced to take glitteryll and had temporarily lost their memories...

And if there’s one thing Obi-Wan hates, it’s letting Anakin throw himself in the path of danger under his watch. Force knows that boy will drag Obi-Wan to an early, stress-filled grave.

Anakin pauses before speaking. “Master, this was your idea.”

Right - that too.

“My idea was to wait and see if we could catch the person that orchestrated the deal along with the smugglers, to have patience,” he tries not to sound too defensive, but multitasking while trying to find a foothold on the slippery glass of the window pane is near impossible, and maintaining his usually cool exterior is not a price he’s willing to pay for falling to his death. He isn’t sure he could use the Force to break his fall with a mild concussion.

“Honestly, Master, I appreciate your help, but you really didn’t have to come.” Anakin’s metal fingers flex around the curtain. “My arms are getting a little tired holding the both of us.”

Obi-Wan bristles at the comment. “We wouldn’t even be in this situation if you hadn’t snuck off to see Senator Amidala during her afternoon recess.”

“Yes, and there would still be an illegal drug deal happening right now, so I’m not sure I’m getting your point.”

“My point is,” he snaps, readjusting his grip, “none of this will have been worth it if one of them wakes up and finds us in such a comprising position.” Obi-Wan knows he dropped his lightsaber before the fall. Judging by both of Anakin’s hands gripping the curtain fabric - that is positively straining under the burden of their weight - his saber is either in the room as well, or smashed to irreparable bits on the ground below. Obi-Wan groans internally. Wouldn’t be the first time.

He feels Anakin tense under him, and his hair itches Obi-Wan’s face as he tilts his head up. “Well, we’re about to test that theory, because someone’s coming.” Anakin’s voice is tinged with unpunctual worry as Obi-Wan finally senses the rapid footsteps towards the shattered window. Maker, he got hit hard.

But he’s sure he can recognize the familiar presence anywhere, and sure enough, your head pops out of the window as he swallows his enlivenment down with a smile.

“What,” you stare down at the both of them, and Obi-Wan is sure that the view must be positively comical from where you’re standing, “are you doing?”

You’re much less happier to see them than Obi-Wan is to see you, and he wonders if your incredulous exasperation is directed towards him or Anakin. Probably both.

“Waiting for you to save the day, of course,” he quips. You snort in response, and he notes the glow of your hair in the mid-afternoon sunlight. If you weren’t looking like you were completely done with him, and his head wasn’t throbbing incessantly, and he wasn’t dangling hundreds of feet in the air, he might have admired the sight of you.

He always did have a penchant for having ill-timed observations.

Anakin interrupts his thought with a strained plea for assistance before you finally reach your hand out to grab his flesh one, though not before shaking your head.

“I swear, it’ll be your own stupidity that will kill you two before the war does.” Though your voice is stern, Obi-Wan can see the affectionate relief in your eyes as he’s pulled up by the both of you. “And you can bet that I won’t always be there to save your sorry skins.”

Yep, Obi-Wan thinks, it’s both.

———

It’s a short ride back to the temple in the air taxi you’d commandeered on the way to their rescue, though how you’d even known to come, Obi-Wan has no clue. He’d been sent to the back seat while Anakin occupied the passenger beside you, meekly tinkering with his mechno-arm with the occasional guilty glance back at his master. Though you’d been humoured upon finding them in the hotel, you’d been silent the whole ride, save for a tired demand of Anakin’s recap of the disastrous operation. Though, to their credit - they had successfully apprehended the slythmongers present. Even if it was only because you’d arrived with the police.

Obi-Wan knows that despite you being the midpoint between his and Anakin’s ages, Anakin still sees you as a substitute parent, especially since you’d been the one to comfort the former Padawan in his worst hours of homesickness. Despite no longer being the same innocent child from Tatooine, Anakin still hates to disappoint you. It’s written all over his face, clear as day for Obi-Wan to see.

What he can’t tell, however, is if you are as disappointed as your silence suggests. You certainly don’t look mad, but you haven’t met his gaze since you’d pulled him from the window.

It’s starting to get to him too.

Soon, you’ve arrived at the Temple, docking smoothly to a stop as Anakin turns to you with a rare look of remorse. “Thanks for saving our skins back there, Master.” His tone is sincere, as it always is with you. “Who knows how long we’d have been hanging there if you hadn’t showed up.”

You blink at him in acknowledgment, a corner of your mouth lifting slightly. “As much as I enjoy spending time in the crèche, maybe inform me fully the next time you ask me to cover a training session so you can run off to fight crime?”

Anakin nods enthusiastically, and sends Obi-Wan one last look before reaching for the door to leave.

“Be sure to report to Master Yoda so he can reschedule your instruction slot,” you call as he exits the speeder. “You’ll learn to handle the younglings yet, Skywalker.”

And then, you’re alone. And he’s nervous.

Not necessarily because of your uncharacteristic demeanor, though he is still trying to get a read on you. More than that, he’s on edge with the same nagging feeling he always gets when he’s around you, amplified whenever the two of you are by yourselves. While you’re the person Obi-Wan feels most at ease with, at home with - he also can’t deny the persistent tug that pulls his heart towards you every time you look his way.

But right now, you’re not. You’re gazing at the distant traffic ahead of you, gently tapping the bend of your elbow. Obviously deep in thought.

Obi-Wan stares at you from his seat, unsure whether to speak first. “Thank you,” he begins, “not just for the save. You could have been much harsher with him, and you weren’t. I appreciate it.”

“From what I heard, Obi-Wan, you’re just as much to blame for that spectacular plan,” your voice is much sharper now, and Obi-Wan winces at the irony that he’s just thanked you for the lenience you’re now depriving him of. “If not more.”

He knows he shouldn’t push you while you’re like this. He can tell you’re bothered, but why, he doesn’t know. Why are you so concerned?

“To be fair, I couldn’t let Anakin go charging in alone.”

“Honestly, I thought you’d know better than to try and stop him by now.”

He can’t help the surprise that paints his face as his eyes flash up to yours. It certainly isn’t what he’d expected you to say. “What?”

Finally, finally, you turn sideways in your seat and your gaze meets his, and even though he’s as confused as he’s ever been around you, the sight of your eyes is enough to placate him a fraction. Still, he’s bewildered at your statement. He clears his throat before speaking again. “You expect me to just let him loose on the galaxy? The boy’s only just become a knight, and only because of the need sparked by the war.”

“That’s exactly the point, Obi, he’s a knight,” you’re quick to reply, though your expression softens as you utter the nickname. “You can’t be looming over his shoulder anymore. You shouldn’t be. Force’s sake, he’s got a Padawan of his own now.”

“Only just,” Obi-Wan replies stubbornly, and later he’ll chalk it up to the concussion for his behavior. But deep down, he knows you’re right. He’d been inserting himself into Anakin’s missions. And until now, he hadn’t recognized the reason why.

Anakin had grown up.

Anakin had grown up, and he didn’t need him anymore.

Obi-Wan was well aware that he’d trained the boy as best he could. The pride that engulfed him every time he looked at Anakin was no secret, especially to you. But there would always be the painful reminder of abandonment along with it, almost as persistent as his fondness for you. Those feelings, at least, were kept hidden down deep. He still had a reputation to maintain, after all, but it’s hard to combat your incessant empathy. Not that he’s complaining.

You reach for his hand where it’s gripping the back of your seat. “Oh, Obi-Wan,” your voice is a murmur that has him leaning forwards to hear. “I know.” You fix with a firm look, as if you’re repeating the words with your gaze. He swears you can see right through him. You’ve always been better at emotions between the two of you.

“Promise me,” you blink at him with knowing eyes, “that you’ll end the secret chaperoning. Otherwise, he’ll never get over his father figure issues with you.”

“His - what?” Obi-Wan blurts out for the second time, and you pull away and laugh. A beat passes before you shake your head again.

“Don’t tell me you’re not aware, Obi. We don’t have the time to walk through it. You should be with the healers by now.” You shift to exit the speeder as well, and he finds himself chasing your hand before moving to leave himself. You approach a Padawan on the platform and instruct him to return the taxi with payment as Obi-Wan regains his composure and falls in line with you towards the Temple.

“You know, I don’t remember you claiming the role of the ‘responsible one’,” he jokes, despite the dull buzz in his head. He feels lighthearted now, better, even.

You smile softly at him, but he can tell you’re suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. “We rotate the duty around. Maker knows you’re not actually the goody-two-shoes Master Yoda thinks you are, joining your Padawan’s escapades the first chance you get. Do I need to remind you why you had to cut off the mullet?”

“Because you like me better with short hair?” He grins boyishly back at you, pushing down the desire to touch hands again. “I do promise, you know. No more trying to reign him in. I suppose the day was bound to come when he’d leave me behind.”

He smothers the twinge of regret with an amused tone, but still, he knows you sense it. He’s thankful, anyhow. There never was a need for explanations with you.

“He’ll always need you, Obi-Wan. We all will.” You punctuate the comment with a lingering pat on his arm, and Obi-Wan’s heart tugs again. No attachments, a voice in his head reminds him.

But he hopes it’s true what you say. He’d hate to see you leave him behind, too.

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could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡

thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!

warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s

word count: 1.5 k

note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D

AFTERMATH

The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.

“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”

You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways.

The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.

You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.

“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.

She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence.

But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.

“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.

“You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”

“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle.

Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.

(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)

You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her.

(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)

“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.

“I can heat that up for you.”

“‘M not hungry.”

That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval.

She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop.

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