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aethelwyneleigh27 · 6 months

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Some Dad!Cod Character Scenario and Appreciation Post

Characters In Mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

The original creator of the picture, they also have so many works that are used in so many fanfics as well so please credit her. I found her account here on Tumblr (@ave661) and here is the post.

AFAB!Reader and used pronouns are "you"

Apologies if this is a bit too short but;

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: I've had a good but also bad week (good thanks to @puff0o0 and other extremely sweet mutuals), it's neutral, I'm not here to rant of any sort but my personal life has not been good. I understand that not everyone will like me but it feels as though everyone hates me, most of those people happen to be at school. Sure I'm not really going to do anything about it because I prefer avoiding conflict but those same people are trying to flip the story around as if I'm the one who hates them when in reality I don't and by being mean to me they're giving me a reason to dislike them. Sure I'm average academically, sometimes I have difficulty pulling my weight in group works and I'm not outstanding in reportings but we all have our difficulties. I just don't understand people who love to hate on others because they have nothing better to do.

This is a word of advice to everyone, don't let others let you feel insignificant, you aren't and you have many talents that make you different from them. (I don't really practice what I preach because I love self-deprication, however I don't want people to feel the way I do because I know what it can cause)

Disclaimers/warnings: OOC??, Pregnancy, Implied birth, Children (Pretty sure that was obvious from the title), People who don't want/hate children be warned.

Short note: This is also a dedication to all the Mistki and Hozier fans out there <3

He was so used to the smell of hospitals, the smell of medication, it always indicated death for him but this was a whole new feeling. It was the opposite of what he has seen most of his life

So much so that he refused to hold them, afraid of potentially hurting the fragile little one. He looked at you as if you were crazy when you tried to hand him the baby, "Come on now love, you can't just avoid holding them forever" you said to him as of it was a life or death situation.

Hesitantly letting you guide him through the proper way to hold them, he felt his breath hitch at the sound of cooing. The first time the baby opened it's eyes, the first thing they saw being their dad.

The moment he looked at the baby sealed it, he was going to protect them their whole life, he would go as far as feeling all the guilt of having blood on their hands again if it meant your baby would be protected and cared for.

The baby was so small that it's little head was practically the size of his palm, he didn't know initially what to do when the baby cried and shocked himself when he managed to make them stop.

Once the baby was old enough to crawl, he'd let the baby crawl all over him. The little one babbling non-sense while he just chuckled and replied as if he understood what the baby was saying. Gods be damned if he misses an important milestone such as their first word or their first time walking.

You'd often wake up to seeing him shirtless snoozing on the couch, the tv playing only ads for home appliances late at night while the baby only in a diaper having skin to skin contact with their dad, his huge hand big enough to support the little one from falling.

He almost cried the first time your baby reached for his face an touched it, resting it's tiny little fingers on his cheek, giving him a gummy smile. His little one unaware that they just healed something they never broke.

He NEVER wants to ever see your little one grow up, though sure it makes more memories with them, sometimes they just wish time stops for a second so they can enjoy the moment longer.

Initially was terrified that he'd pass his trauma down but he realized that wouldn't be possible and he will NOT ever let them go through what he did.

Eventually chose to resign from his work because the risk was far too much, what if he died? He'd leave you and your child to grieve over him? He won't be there for them growing up and he'd miss everything.

Sure he's worked most his life to get where he is now but nothing is ever worth more than spending a lifetime with you and your child together. He's been lonely almost all his life until he met you.

You are his family, his everything. He promised that whatever happens, he'll crawl home to you...

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backwardsbread · 1 month

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Your “Hazbin Hotel Characters Forgetting an Anniversary” has become a comfort post of mine. You did such a good job with it and did amazing in capturing their personalities as well!

I was wondering if I could request an Adam fic? Like one where he realizes that he actually cares about reader, but he goes about showing that in the strangest ways? He may be a massive obnoxious jerk in the show, but he somehow made his way to being a favorite of mine in the show.

My heart- opening my inbox and seeing this made my day-

I’ve also been obsessing over Adam fics lately so seeing something with Adam get requested made me SO happy! I am happy to oblige~!

Adam x Gn!Angel!Reader

~Feelings are Fucked~

Warnings‼️: Adam being Adam, mutual pining, swearing, maybe OOC?

~Not proofread~

Listen. I don’t gotta tell you that Adam is always up his own ass.

Dude is OBSESSED with himself.

He would be the type of guy to be like;

“Oh yeah, have you heard of the BIBLE?? I’m kinda in it, no big deal.”

He’s on his own mind 99.9% of the time. His needs, wants, desires.

He’s so Self centered it’s not even funny-

So IMAGINE how he feels when you start to pick your way into his thoughts. And he has no idea why.

(Obviously Adam was the superior being, why should you have all people be on his mind??)

It’s easy for him to brush away these random thoughts of you. He could easily distract himself with material things to get his mind off the topic.

Eventually when distractions stop working, he feels like he’s going crazy.

He’s got a lot of things to do in Heaven, yet you feel like the most important ones to him.

I can see Adam being a huge flirt in the beginning. If he can get you to fall for him as hard as he has for you, he’ll consider it a win.

But he doesn’t really realize how much of a dick he comes off as. He absolutely makes a fool of himself majority of the time.

Gives the vibe of him saying something lowkey offensive while laughing and you just staring at him blankly and asked ‘What’s so funny?’

It’s frustrating for him how he can’t seem to get to you.

He doesn’t ask for advice from anybody, but I can definitely see Lute giving her 2 cents while Adam is ranting about how ‘annoying’ you are.

Her biggest piece of advice being for him to just stfu sometimes and actually listen to you.

Adam will never admit how much that actually helped him, it seemed like such a simple solution that he just hadn’t been doing.

So instead of being this overbearing flirt, he’ll just listen to you talk, occasionally chiming in with his own banter. Through this he learns a lot more about you.

And he makes an effort to show you he’s been listening.

You mention your favorite candy? He grabs some for you whenever he’s out getting snacks.

You mention a favorite scent of yours? Suddenly his whole house smells like it whenever you come over.

Got a favorite flower? He just so happened to see some at the garden and brings you one.

Of course he makes sure to follow up his kind gestures with a flirty or snarky remark. Trying to be this big tough guy despite how sweet he’s being to you.

He doesn’t realize how much of a total sap he’s being and how obvious his feelings are for you.

I can totally see Adam’s love language being gift giving and physical touch.

He’s not good with words. Never has been, never will be.

So he often shows his care for you by poking your side or cheek, resting his head or chin on your shoulder, ruffling your hair, or keeping one of his wings behind your back to make sure your close to him.

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Adam was walking along the streets of heaven with you, ranting about how his superior Sera, was supposedly being a Karen.

In his words she ‘wouldn’t get off his dick’ about his behavior and language. You listened to Adam’s ranting, letting him express his frustrations despite how petty the situation might’ve been. You occasionally let out hums of acknowledgment and nod towards him to show you were listening.

While you’re paying attention to him, a few angels who seemed to be in a rush, nearly bump into you from behind. Adam catches a glimpse of the angels coming your guys’ way, and extends his wing out to shield you from the other angels.

He grabs your hand, bringing you closer to him while his wing wraps around your torso. He waits for the angels to pass by, giving them an extremely fake smile as they flew by. Once they were out of sight, Adam’s smile falls and he grumbles to himself, pulling his wing back to his side.

“Stupid, fucking… can’t watch where they’re going?”

He keeps your hand in his own, continuing to grumble how some angels needed to mind their business and watch where they were going. The two of you continue to walk, but Adam’s voice seems to drown out, and you can only really focus on your hand in his own.

Sure Adam had been affectionate to you many times, but never in public. It wasn’t something that bothered you either. You just felt anxious butterflies fly around your stomach, a sense of pride welling up in your chest that Adam was holding your hand. As the two of you are about to reach your destination, you finally speak up to Adam before you would have to depart from him.

“Hey, are you.. doing anything.. tomorrow evening?”

You ask, scratching the back of your neck a bit with your free hand. Warmth spreads across your face as Adam just kind of stares at you for a moment, pondering.

“Uhh, got a few boring ass meetings after noon, but otherwise, I’m chilling for the rest of the night.”

“Would you.. want to go out to dinner tomorrow? If you’re up for it.”

Your question seemed to go over Adam’s head of what your intentions were. Free food was free food, (and time spent with you was a plus)

He lets his ego take over for a bit, putting a proud hand over his chest. His grin shines across his mask, spreading from ear to ear.

“I suppose I can make some time for you. As long as I get to pick the place.”

You can’t help but chuckle, face flushing hues of pink when Adam agreed. You smile brightly, finally letting go of Adam’s hand.

“Sounds good! Let’s say around 5 or 6?”

“Don’t rush me babes, I’ll text ya when I’m headed over.”

Adam says nonchalantly, crossing his arms. Despite his attitude, you watch his eyes shift away from you, avoiding your gaze. He’s embarrassed and you can tell by how his guard started to come back up. You had learned these little telltale signs Adam had. You chuckle, simply waving to Adam, wishing him good luck on his meeting and telling him you’ll see him tomorrow.

Adam smiles genuinely, giving a small wave back, before turning towards the large angelic building to head inside. Lute was waiting by the door for him and she just so happened to hear your guys’ little exchange. Adam’s whistling to himself, his heart beating fast in his chest but he can’t put his finger on the exact reason as to why.

Lute looks towards him, raising a suspicious brow. She sighs seeing how Adam was oblivious to what he had just agreed to. While holding the door open for Adam to enter the building, she speaks.

“You know they just asked you on a date, right?”

Adam’s whistling comes to a complete stop, his body freezing where he stood. Lute glances up at him, pressing her lips together so she doesn’t laugh at Adam’s look of shock.

“They fuckin’ what??”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin adam x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin x reader #x reader #character x reader #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel lute

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cabotwife · 2 months

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Hi hello! I saw that you opened your request again. I’ve got one for Johanna Mason. It is post war and reader has been helping Johanna through her trauma and healing. Johanna has taken up wood carvings and during a rainy day, when reader checks up on her carving progress, Johanna responds happily and includes “I’m so happy to be alive” at the end. And then she realizes that for the first time she really meant it. Maybe she gets emotionally happy at that milestone too.

The Sun Shines Once More

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: ooc Johanna, (man baby Johanna..), not proofread

word count: 1224

a/n: this took me 5 hours (most of which was spent scrolling through tiktok after forgetting what i was doing)

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“Jo?” you mumble as you’re brought out of your peaceful sleep by the shuffling woman.

Johanna freezes at the sound of your voice. her eyes snap towards you, guilt flashing across her face for having disturbed you. "shit," she mutters under her breath, an apology quickly following. "sorry," she murmurs, making room for you to snuggle closer to her, your eyes still squeezed shut and your mind fuzzy with sleep.

curiosity nudges you towards wakefulness. "why're you up?" you mumble, peeling your eyes open to look up at the brunette. it is still dark outside, and the soft pitter-patter of rain against the cabin window only adds to your confusion. nothing but a serious case of insomnia could have pushed Johanna out of bed this early.

"got antsy," she avoids your gaze, her eyes darting away from yours.

you hum in response, burying your face in her bicep as you try to come up with something to say, "what were you gonna do, baby?" you finally ask.

Johanna takes a moment to respond. "was gonna go work.."

"outside?"

"outside."

you can't help but roll your eyes at her stubbornness. "you're not going outside, it's raining, stupid."

her glare is almost palpable. "i'm not fucking blind."

a silent standoff ensues, your mutual glares clashing in the dim light. eventually, you relent, "can't you just work on a smaller project.. one you can do inside? maybe use a piece of firewood."

she huffs, obviously not thrilled about the change in plans, but she considers your words. "i guess i can," she finally mumbles, her voice gruff.

you smile in satisfaction, "okay then, you go do that." you give her arm a playful shove, rolling away from her to reclaim your sleep.

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after a few hours you get awoken again by a particularly loud crash of thunder. you groan in annoyance, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you push yourself out of the comfort of your bed, making your way to the cabin kitchen to get something to eat.

as you enter the kitchen, you notice the hunched over form of Johanna at the small dining table. you tilt your head, puzzled at what she could possibly be doing. then you remember your conversation from earlier in the morning.

a smile tugs at your lips, "how's it going, baby?" you ask softly, walking over to her. you place your hand gently on her shoulder, careful not to startle her.

Johanna looks up at you, a grin lighting up her face, "good," she hums in reply.

curiosity piqued, you try to get a glimpse of her new project, "whatcha working on?"

her chuckle is low and teasing, "not telling," she says, pulling the sculpture against her chest to hide it from your prying eyes.

you huff in mock annoyance, "why not? i just wanna see your pretty art."

"it's a surprise, dumbass," she retorts, rolling her eyes as she glares up at you.

you squint your eyes back down at her, "ugh," you grunt, pushing away from her and walking back to the kitchen, "what ever am i to do without my lovely girlfriend's attention?" your words are playful, a light tone teasing the edges of your voice as you begin to prepare something to eat.

Johanna chooses to ignore your dramatics, her response limited to a small chuckle.

the cabin is filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the steady rhythm of Johanna's carving knife against the block of wood.

"want anything to eat, Jo?" you ask, breaking the silence as you pull out a carton of eggs from the fridge.

Johanna's head snaps up at your question, her eyes brightening at the prospect of food. "yes please," she responds.

you raise an eyebrow at her, "and what do you want?"

"whatever you're making. i'm starved," Johanna mutters, shuffling in her chair as her gaze lingers on you.

with a sigh, you turn back towards the counter, "did you eat anything for breakfast?" you already know the answer but ask anyway.

"no."

you can't help but huff in exasperation, "what am I gonna do with you, girl.."

a wide grin spreads on Johanna's face, "feed me?"

you roll your eyes, hiding the smile that threatens to spill over your lips. "eggs and bacon okay with you?"

"and toast?"

you turn to her, squinting your eyes suspiciously, "you gonna toast your own bread?"

Johanna grunts in reply, turning back to her work.

"needy ass," you grumble, reaching for the bacon. but despite your words, you can't help the warmth that spreads in your chest knowing that Johanna trusts you enough to let you take care of her.

the brunette merely mimics your grumble, a teasing note in her voice as the two of you lapse into silence once more.

the soft sizzle of bacon and eggs cooking on the stove fills the cabin, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of Johanna's carving.

after a while, the food is ready. you carefully dish it out onto two plates and walk over to the table. "here, baby," you say as you place a heaping plate of food in front of Johanna.

her face lights up at the sight of the food, and she quickly pushes her carving knife and the half-finished sculpture away so she can dig in.

you seat yourself next to her, an eyebrow raised in question as you watch her eat. "you're not going to wash your hands?" you ask, a hint of judgment creeping into your voice. Johanna, however, chooses to ignore your words, focusing solely on the food in front of her.

you roll your eyes in defeat, "whatever, nasty." but despite your words, you can't help but admire the small sculpture that now sits abandoned on the table.

"what is it?" you ask, nodding towards the piece of wood.

Johanna looks up from her plate, her eyes following your gaze to the sculpture. "it's you," she says.

"me?"

"yeah. you."

you can't help but smile, "it's very pretty, i love it."

"very pretentious of you," she teases between mouthfuls of food.

you huff, rolling your eyes, but stay silent, choosing instead to focus on your meal.

you and Johanna have this routine, comfortable silences punctuating your day. she's not one for idle chatter, and you respect her boundaries. you don't force anything on her, not even a simple conversation.

eventually, Johanna finishes her meal, pushing her empty plate away as she pulls her sculpture back towards her, eager to resume her work.

you remain seated, watching her as she works, fascinated by the way her hands shape the wood into intricate forms.

"hey, Jo?" you say, your voice soft as you lean forward, your eyes still locked on her hands.

"mhm?" she hums in response.

"i love you."

Johanna looks up at you, a cheeky grin on her face. "yeah?"

you nod, holding her gaze. "i love you too then," she chuckles out her response before returning to her work.

it’s silent for a moment before she speaks again, “i’m happy, y’know.” she mumbles, not looking up from the wood as she glides her knife over it. “that i’m alive ‘n able to live this life with you.”

your heart clenches at her words. "yeah?" you whisper back, mimicking her previous response to your words.

she chuckles softly, nodding in response, "yeah."

#johanna mason #johanna mason x reader #the hunger games #thg x reader #thg #catching fire #mockingjay #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #coriolanus x reader

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kit-kat-katie · 1 year

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Matching Wounds

A/N: Apologies for the break. College has been kicking my ass as of late. Also, I'm a bit worried that this is OOC, but it's something, and it's done, so I'm posting it. 😌

TW: Themes of loss and mutual understanding of loss, death, a bit of a gory death, trauma from precious Hunger Game

Pairing: Johanna Mason x Reader (platonic/romantic)

Summary: Losing your mentor forces you further into the jungle during the 75th Hunger Games. You find yourself in the company of Johanna, who is familiar with love and loss, just like you.

The cannon.

Your worst nightmare, signaling the death of someone you cared about, or your savior when you look at the sky and realize the careers are dead.

You thought you were free of the cannons when you won the Hunger Games for the first time. With the announcement of the 75th Hunger Games and Third Quarter Quell, you know what must be done and what demons you have to face, both in the arena and in your mind.

You're going in with Cass - your mentor, the person who taught you enough to keep you alive in the games and outside of them as well. You knew that one of you had to go, but you thought you'd have more time.

It went too fast.

The bloodbath at the Cornucopia was something you both managed to escape, and you grabbed a few supplies while you cautiously watched some of the people you had befriended be murdered or become murderers once again.

You weren't supposed to look back - neither of you were.

Cass wanted to watch your back and make sure that you'd both make it to the forestry. At least, that was the plan.

You turned around to ask them where to go, only to see a spear through your mentor's heart.

You scream and cried, but you couldn't stay to give them a proper goodbye. You had to keep moving - this was the Hunger Games, and you wouldn't let them die in vain.

The various screams of other tributes were dull on your ears as you scrambled through the forestry during the night. The arena seemed to be dead set on killing all of you without any bloodshed between tributes. As soon as you heard screams or something move, you were moving onto another part of the arena.

The only thing you couldn't avoid, sometime during the night, was the blood rain. It was choking, all-consuming, and another reminder of the fact that your mentor was dead.

You stumbled around in the dark, covered in blood and regretful, waiting for a miracle. Whether that miracle was a swift death or an end to the blood rain - it didn't matter, you were sick of this.

You paused when you heard something, or rather, someone crash against the forcefield nearby. Realizing your proximity to the forcefully, you back off before cautiously walking forward.

You peek ahead from the shelter of a tree, one that shields you from the rain, and you see one hell of a sight in front of you.

Johanna, Beetee, and Wiress all standing over the body of a now-dead, or soon-to-be-dead, Blight.

"Shit." Johanna mumbles before throwing her axe to the side. "Blight, get up."

"He's not-"

"Don't say that." Johanna snaps at Beetee before going to sit next to Blight. "Blight, please-"

The cannon goes off, and she sighs before backing off.

"We need to move, the rain will stop soon, and walking next to a forcefield isn't a good idea right now." Johanna's remorseful look at Blight for a moment before wiping a bit of blood off of her face.

"Tik tok." Wiress nods in agreement as Johanna picks up her axe.

"I can't- Not now-"

Johanna waves off Wiress for a moment before walking away. Beetee gestures Wiress to follow before following closely behind.

You trail them for a while as the blood rain stops. There's not much chatter - what could you even say in a moment like that - until your foot finds a twig to snap beneath you.

Your breath stills, and you hide behind a tree as you hear Johanna walk toward your location.

You find your knife at your side, and you reveal yourself to Johanna by tossing your knife down and placing your hands up in the air.

Johanna looks surprised for a moment before putting her axe at her side.

"Thought Cass would be with you."

You bite your lip before putting your head down.

"Cass-"

"-died? Yeah, you're not the only one." She scoffs for a moment before rolling her shoulders back. "So much for teamwork."

"I saw the aftermath of what happened to Blight-"

"It's fine." She looks down at your knife. "Pick it up and keep up with me. I walk fast, but if you're slow, you'll be stuck talking to Nuts and Volts all night." She mutters the last part before walking towards Beetee and Wiress, who have been gawking at the two of you.

"They're not that bad, Johanna-"

"-You babysit them for twelve hours and tell me how you feel then." She coldly says before walking away from the forcefield.

You keep up with Johanna, and Wiress and Beetee trail slightly behind the two of you. After you had greeted them, Beetee had talked to Wiress, who had only responded with the same phrase again and again.

"I'm- I'm sorry about Cass." Johanna mumbles after a while of silence between the two of you.

"Why would you be sorry? You didn't kill them."

"They're someone you care about, and I care about you." Johanna softly says to you.

She was one of your first Victor friends, rough around the edges and hard to please, but someone that you found common ground with. You had visited her district, as she had yours, and you'd see each other every year as mentors or at parties, but you never thought you meant that much to her. You were acquaintances, sure, but was something more there?

"Blight was from home, so I understand how you feel." You gently place a hand on her shoulder. "They weren't our families, but they were a small bit of home, the last glimpse of a place we'll never see again."

"Don't get preachy on me." Johanna gives you a knowing look as you let go of her shoulder. "Maybe we're all not so different, after all."

"That sounds awful like being preachy, coming from someone who just told me not to be preachy." You smile and joke with her before you all decide to stop for the night.

As you take first watch, you wonder if Johanna's right.

We're all not so different, after all.

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lunaetis · 3 months

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PSA. i am a slow writer, and not a social creature.

i just want to make a post addressing this in the light of things that had been brought to my attention recently. i rarely if ever initiate a conversation especially in chats or DMs. 90% of the time the ones who still talk to me on regular basis are the ones who poke me regardless of how dead i have been since our last conversation, and i want to say how much i appreciate you guys for being understanding with me on that front. for tolerating me dropping off the conversation or unable to keep it going for long. or rarely messaging you guys first or sending unprompted asks whether ic or ooc. i know i am bad at it. and i'm sorry if i ever made anyone feel neglected by that.

i wake up at 5:40AM daily, spent 1-2 hours driving to work, work from 9-6, then another 1-2 hours drive back home. i usually have about 2-4 hours daily for leisure. i work a relatively stressful job with strict deadlines and responsibilities, so often enough my social battery is drained by the time i get home. if i don't respond to your messages, it's nothing personal, i promise. i'm just exhausted from work and irl things.

if you see me prioritizing some threads / muses / writing, again, it's nothing personal. with limited time that i could write, i tend to let my muses decide what they want to do and write what comes to me the easiest. sometimes they cooperate with me on things, sometimes they don't. i am just human, i do have partners who my muses and i tend to gravitate towards for various reasons. they're either my long-term mutuals, good friends of mine, or our muses and/or muns chemistry click really well that writing comes easy. however, that doesn't mean i don't want to write with you. i'm just slow, that's all. i do want to write with new people, and i try to do so. but i'm easily overwhelmed and take on more things than i could. that's on me, as well.

sorry if this comes out of the blue, but it needs to be said. i'm incredibly sorry if i have disappointed any of you by not meeting your expectations or have kept any of you waiting long for content from me. i do want to write with as many people as i could, but even i know it's impossible to write with everyone. i do try to reach out whenever time and energy permits, and i'm sorry if i let any of you down with promises or plots that didn't get to be explored.

for those who read up to this point, thank you for taking the time to read this. and thank you for those who still choose to stick with me even though i take forever to get to things. thank you everyone who had been so understanding and patient with me all these years. i wouldn't have still been here if it weren't for you. so thank you. i love you.

#.ooc #.psa #[ putting it under a read more just so i don't clog the dash ]

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royboyfanpage · 1 month

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roygarth headcanons and motifs?

Okay I wanna just give a disclaimer that I am not a Garth expert, I've only really read him in Titans comics (though I did read Tempest 1996 specifically for this ask), also Roygarth isn't my OTP, I do ship it but it's not something I've thought about in great length, so my apologies if I've gotten Garth's character wrong or if my interpretation of the ship is different to yours/OOC. Also I've not made any in depth ship posts before, I'm more of a passive observer of ships, so apologies if this sucks ass generally.

For it to work in canon, a very strong aspect of it would have to be communication. Roy doesn't always pick up on when he's done something that's upset someone, and Garth can become quite vocally angry if someone upsets/hurts him. I really wish that the progress they'd made in Titans (1999) #16 was expanded on in later comics because I think if they got past that initial barrier of miscommunication they could have such a good relationship. They're actually pretty similar in some ways, they both love very strongly and are fiercly protective of the people they love, but there are differences, too. Roy's very much an immediate reactor in a lot of cases, he reacts immediately when something upsets him and forgives just as fast, whereas Garth can let things fester/build over time and then eventually lash out in a much angrier way, so communication is definitely the most important aspect.

I don't think that they'd ever be the perfect honeymoon couple, there are always gonna be some things about both of them that drive each other insane. I can't see Roy completely dropping all the teasing, and I also can't see Garth suddenly becoming totally okay with it because Roy's explained he's only kidding. However, I do see it becoming more of an exasperation rather than actually pissing him off, and if they were to get closer I could see it becoming more mutual, good-natured teasing. I also think that they'd get better at resolving arguments too, and that they wouldn't escalate as far once a mutual level of trust's been built up. I think Garth kinda has an expectation that people are out to get him sometimes or that they underestimate his worth, so once that's been addressed and Garth's assured that Roy has no ill-will or negativity towards him then he'd be less likely to lash out and more understanding that that's just Roy's way of showing affection.

It's absolutely a slowburn relationship that would take a lot of time to develop. They're not gonna wake up one morning and realise they love each other and should date. I think, if anything, Cerdian would be a really good way for them to actually fall in love with each other (let's say for the sake of this, Cerdian's fine and Garth and Dolphin split up). I think being able to bond over being parents would absolutely open new opportunities for their relationship, and one of the things Roy looks for in a romantic partner is how well they get along with Lian, so another parent would definitely be a good choice of partner for him, especially since Garth already adored Lian even before Cerdian was born and he and Roy had their talk in purgatory. Plus them co-parenting Lian and Cerdian would be adorable.

I still think that the nicknames would persist, but they'd definitely become more terms of affection as they entered a relationship. Maybe not Gill-head specifically since Garth's explicitly stated he doesn't like that one, but other affectionate fish-related ones for sure. Also they'd keep calling each other Speedy and Aqualad affectionately.

Aaand from a more fanon-y perspective, I think Roy'd definitely be the one to initiate much of the physical affection. I 100% see him as a hugger, so I can imagine him just pulling Garth into hugs or dragging him over to the sofa to cuddle. Garth I can see as more of a spontanious kisser. Both of them go bright red whenever the other surprises them with affection. Also they should do the percabeth underwater kiss.

Anyway this is a family

#thank you for the ask anon!!!#sorry if this sucks #roy harper #arsenal #speedy #red arrow #Garth #Aqualad #tempest #roygarth #spaqua #unreasonably nervous about posting this one lol

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ask-a-whole-galacii · 9 days

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Welcome to the FaQ! ( Will be updated gradually )

Who runs this blog?: @galacii - Me! I run this blog. I might see if anyone else eventually wants to run this with me but for now I'm the only one doing everything.

How can I send a ask to a specific character?: Insert their name in the very beginning like this " [ 𝙸̲𝚗̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚛̲𝚝̲ 𝙽̲𝚊̲𝚖̲𝚎̲ ] "Hi how's your day?" or specify who you'd like to send the ask to through your question as demonstrated "Hi 𝙸̲𝚗̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚛̲𝚝̲ 𝙽̲𝚊̲𝚖̲𝚎̲, how's your day?" If not specified your ask may be sent to the wrong character- the horror!

Can we send NSFW asks?: keep things safe, unfortunately I won't be accepting NSFW asks.

Can we make Dubs | Translations | Fanart | Music | Etc...?: Of course, please tag this blog in the posts as long as it is safe for work then there is a high possibility that it'll show up here through a reblog! As for making NSFW content, you're free to make that too I'm not stopping anyone just keep it away from the tags!

Speaking of this you can also Commission others to make art or content of the characters here, just please don't sell it! I plan on eventually making merch of my other characters ^^!

Is this canon to the character(s)?: These characters are in their own separate AU relating to the original, what happens might be Canon or not. [ Refer to Tag section of this post to figure out the Canon and Not Canon tags. ] As for Character interactions, depending on both sides we can come to a mutual agreement if things are canon or not to their character.

Can we ship characters?: I'm fine with people shipping characters! as long as it's legal, then go off. Canon ships? there's none so far, but even if there is say- a canon ship... you're still free to ship what you want! Personally I'd love to eventually get some of my characters into Canon ships through meeting others in other universes! ( of course with both giving the ok sign with it. )

Where does this take place?: It takes place within their AU's, though eventually there will be a place where they can gather together. As for this AU all together, feel free to call it the 'Star-verse'

Can I RP these characters?: You can RP any of these characters, unless told otherwise!

✨Tags!✨ ( Will gradually be updated. ) Star-verse - General tag for content relating to the blog! this tag will be on most posts. Star-Fans - Fan content tag! you can also use the Star-verse tag to make things easier to search Star-Bios - Tag to find the Bio's of the characters included! Star!𝙸̲𝚗̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚛̲𝚝̲ 𝙽̲𝚊̲𝚖̲𝚎̲ - Trying to find content relating to a character I recommend searching this tag! of course you'll have to insert who you're looking for. IC - In character responses. OOC - Out of character responses. Intervention - Me, talking to the audience.

#Faq #Tags #starverse

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lovelyflora21 · 1 year

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Hello! So my love for Aemond has inspired me to write, again! After so many years of literally not writing any fics at all. That and reading so many amazing fic works of Aemond Targaryen lol.

With that being said, please excuse my poor writing and hopefully you guys will enjoy this! (ENG is my second language)

Apologies if Aemond is too OOC, I did try my best after all. Plsss let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: wife!reader x Aemond Targaryen

Angst, death, traumatic birth, mortality

P.s. set in an au where there's no war, timeline wise post final ep of season 1 HOTD; the Greens and Blacks both had a mutual agreement where it ceased down all fighting.

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"Aemond! Ah- anyone!" Screeches of pain and torment filled the winding corridors connecting chambers to chambers. Her nails scraping against the crimson bricks, it bled a darker hue of the walls enclosing her.

With one hand on her belly, the other clinging onto the walls for support; every breath she took felt as though her bulging belly was about to burst any moment.

It was a lovely day, the sun had rose high with the cool breeze surrounding the magnificent Red Keep, yet it might as well become the day she shall pass. She was busy attending to pressing matters and errands, one of which was to prepare for her unborn child's delivery and arrival. She wanted to keep track of things and see to everything on her own self, she wished to remain vigilant; despite the Queen mother's voice of complaints urging her to rest as much as she could, as the babe is mere weeks away from arriving, not to mention that the maesters suggested that 'twas necessary for the mother to be rested as much as possible, in preparation for the delivery. Especially keeping in mind that this is her first...

It was supposed to be half a moon turn left...

Her sweat-soaked, matted hair were now all twisted and clammy, as she tried her best to seek help. She wondered where on the Seven Hells her husband is and thought of how convenient it was that there were no maids nor guards to be found nearby.

She eventually fell to the floor, the pain unbearable, letting out a loud scream. Praying to whichever Gods willing to listen to her cry, that someone would hear her eventually...that help shall arrive...

It felt like an eternity had passed until a servant finally stumbled across her; blood already pooling beneath Y/N's skirts, tears long dried on her cheeks. The young maid dropped her basket of fresh linens, eyes wide with shock; "My lady!" Was the last thing Y/N heard before everything turned to black.

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Aemond, did his best to appear interested between the quarrels of the master of coins and the grand maester. Whatever argument they had dragged themselves into, he has no interest whatsoever. All he wanted was to bury himself in books, with his wife right by his side, feeling what tiny kicks his beloved child would send towards them. The thought managed to put a small smirk on his face...

That is, until...

The master of coins had opened his mouth, about to voice out yet another protest he had in mind, when a servant girl barges in to the room. "My Prince, the princess--! She--" the maid words were interrupted by one guard seizing her arm, as if to yank her back out of the room. Aemond sat up quickly, "what has happened?!" When his ladywife was mentioned, Aemond made an effort in masking his dread and uneasiness, although clear it was a poor attempt. He motioned with his hand for the guard to release the poor maid.

He allowed the maid to explain herself and the situation of which his ladywife was unfortunate enough to be put into, not long after the mention of her labor starting too early, Aemond stormed out of the room without any excuse and headed towards their shared chambers. Where no doubt she will already be...

His steps were quick, strides long with his heart beating tremendously on his throat, his mind could only wonder with the thought of his wife struggling on her own...

From the hallways, even Aemond could hear her screams echoing through the walls, Aemond was sure that everyone in the Red Keep or even the whole of King's Landing could hear her. The hallway leading to their chamber were filled with the putrid scent of blood and something else Aemond could not recognize. Two guards already stationed outside of the chamber halted Aemond's steps, "My Prince, the Queen has ordered that you be kept out of the room..."

"And why should that be when my wife is in torment, and agony?" He snide, his brows furrowed. An expression in which would make the guards turn tail and run for their lives.

Aemond pushed forward, marching through the tall wooden door he was greeted by the sight of his Y/N grasping tightly onto the sheets, the same sheet which has consumed her blood; maids and midwives, his mother and the maesters all focused on tending to her. Her legs spread wide open, hair stuck onto her skin. "My prince, you should not be here. It is inappropriate!" Protested one of the maesters attending to his ladywife. His mother already on the bedside with one hand brushing Y/N's sweat away with a rag, head tilted towards Aemond's direction and nodding slightly at the maester.

Aemond merrly ignored the maester as he brushed past him and to his wife's side. "My love." He whispered. One hand goes to hold her left hand and the other cupping her face. "Aemond, it hurts. It hurts too much." His wife whispered softly, tears overflowing. Alicent turned towards her son, "a servant had found her, Ae--" Alicent was cut short from Y/N's wailing; a sound in which he would never wish to hear again coming from his wife.

It broke his heart, watching her in such agony. Aemond left kisses on his wife's temple before he deserted his wife's side and approached the maester, Aemond beckoned the elder maester some distance from the bed. Questions popping up within his head, but only managing to ask the most important one; "Will she live? Will they both live through this?" His voice was hesitant, afraid of the answer he might--he will receive. He had heard of difficult labors himself, heard of how traumatic it was, how more often than not; the mother always ended up dying, that or both babe and mother both dying...his half sister Rhaenyra was amongst the women unfortunate enough to go through one such bitter experience, the babe a stillborn...

"My prince you must understand that we have tried our best to mend her, we have tried but--Had we only found the princess earlier--The babe...they might not live through this...unless..." the maester's scattered answer only shows how dire everything was, it managed to also break him of his train of thought, Aemond gulped, the mere possibility of both his most beloved not being able to live through sends shivers down his spine.

"Unless? Unless what?!" Aemond furrowed his brow, inching a step closer. "There is a procedure in which it renders it possible to save the infant..." The maester continued, albeit carefully slow, as though he was treading on the thinnest ice. Treading on ice, he was. "I shall make an incision along the lower part of the belly, my prince. However the bleeding--" another wail coming from Y/N cut the maester short, Aemond's focus turned back towards her. "NO! I will do no such thing!" The prince protested, Aemond knew which barbarous procedures the maester meant. It was the same procedure that had took away the live of Queen Aemma; Viserys' first wife, the queen Aemma had lost not only her life but also the babe due to it...though Aemond himself noted that it was also due to his father's recklessness and the maesters' foolishness of forcing to cut her open like she was nothing but a slab of meat. Barbarous savages.

"Do it Aemond, please!" His wife shouted in return, she had overheard them, "save her, I beg of you Gods--!" She let out another cry. Aemond quickly returned to Y/N's side. His nose and forehead pressed against her side of head, "Aemond, please...save her...she can be saved...please..." she begged, as she squeezed his hand, then screaming. "She won't, she won't come out of me...if she doesn't, ah--come out, she'll--!" Y/N screamed once more.

For the first time in a very long time, Aemond felt lost. He did not know what to do...he could not lose Y/N, he could not lose the babe as well, he could not bear the idea of living only with one of the two. He felt his world slowed down, if not it felt as though it had stopped. Too much, too much to bear. He was lost in his own mind, going through scenarios after scenarios of his wife's funeral, his life after it and the babe. Oh Gods the babe...Aemond was so deeply lost in his own universe that Alicent had to scream for him.

"Aemond!" Before he knew it, Alicent stood before him, both hands clasping onto his broad shoulders, shaking him. He blinked and turned back to the painful reality that he must face. A reality in which soon, he shall live without Y/N in it...

It was a moment of silence until his mother spoke softly and slowly,

"Aemond, you know what must be done..." The Queen's eyes welled with tears and both soft tender hands cupping her son's sharp features. Alicent was fighting back the urge to be weak. Her son needed her in times like this and she must, she must be strong. For him.

It only took Aemond a glance towards his ladywife and of the condition that she was in...seeing her hands gripping tightly onto the linen sheets, eyes that would not stop pouring tears, and of the crimson that continously leak from within her. How she struggled. How immense the pain must have been. How exhausting it was. The prince knew then that his beloved ladywife was beyond saving, that to prolong any of this would mean prolonging Y/N's suffering as well.

Aemond knelt beside her side once more, his whole body trembling; he took his Y/N's hand and plant kisses all over, his mind resolved; finally submitting upon her request just like he always did; to save the babe's life, it was the least he could do for his dear ladywife. After all he could not end her suffering...

"I'm sorry." he whispered to her with tears ready to spill from his good eye. Weakly, the princess allowed her hand free of Aemond's hold momentarily to caress' his silver strands. "I know...it's alright...doesn't hurt anymore..." she winced slightly before continuing; "love her, for me Aemond." Y/N told him. With a small sigh and a defeated smile plastered on her beautiful face, she had completely and wholly resigned onto her settled fate.

Aemond buried his face on her locks, he knew that this would be the last time. The last time he would be able to embrace her, bury his face on her locks, the very same locks that would always smelt of jasmine and tea. The very woman he had planned on spending the rest of his life with. The very woman that became his muse. His flower. His pride. His light of life. His breath.

And now, that very same woman, his muse, his flower plucked too soon, his life and soul--- taken away from him. He thought he knew pain, loss and grief and shame when he was maimed and made a cripple. When he lost an eye and soon afterwards losing whatever confidence, pride he had left within him. Aemond thought he knew of pain and shame whenever he sees and hear himself as the running joke of the nobles of court and the target of sneering, disgusted remarks made by the ladies of the court. He thought he knew it all. And yet here he was, once more painfully reminded of it all; made weak, powerless by the cruel fate the Gods had subjugated himself into.

Haven't I given enough...? He wondered, what else did the Gods wished of him...

Alicent, placed a tender goodbye kiss upon Y/N's head and whispered something only the both and the Seven would heard; before she turned towards the maester and midwives, beckoning them to continue with whatever it was necessary to save the child within Y/N's belly, as per the lady princess' request. She stepped away, then turned her back, unwilling to witness the horrors of what comes next...picking her nails, a habit she thought she had long forgotten until now.

The next moments were filled with Aemond's silent choked-out sobs; his face buried within his beloved's wife neck--he returned to that helpless 10 year old boy he once thought was no more of. Afraid of seeing or witnessing what shall become of his beloved flower. As Aemond was sobbing, Y/N had long lost whatever life was left within her. There were no screams, no writhing, no struggling to hold back the pain, no more wailing as the maester cut through her, no more tears as more and more blood continued to leave her frail body.

She laid there unmoving. Eyes empty. It was a mistake that she had oh-so bravely look at the Stranger's face, and now she paid for her foolish mistake with her own precious life. A life for a life, they say. Hers' for their child's. A bargain. Is it a fair one? One shall never know...

The eerie and heart wrenching, deafening silence was then disrupted by a babe's cry. A cry for life. "The babe is alive, it's a girl!" Claimed the maester, alerting both son and mother. Aemond lifted his head, he dared not took a glance at his wife's freshly corpse, instead turning towards the crying babe. The babe was taken away by the midwives and maids, they all took great care tending to the babe.

The babe that he and his wife had waited for so long, the babe that he and his wife had doted on and loved and cared for, their little dragon, the babe that his wife had lost her life for...

His child. His daughter. Their child. Their daughter.

With shaky breaths, he allowed himself to stand. Approaching the maids and midwives, he wanted a better look on her.

She had his hair, his nose...but when the child opened her eyes...

She has her eyes.

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Aemond, used to think that Valyrian funerals had its own charms, but now he begs to differ. Aemond stood before her, took him every inch of strength to hold himself back from joining her side at once. Aemond had prominent bags under his eye, a mark that he had been losing sleep...how could he not afterall...?

There lay, the princess, his wife's cold body. Wrapped in grey linens. Above the stacked woods. Aemond wished he could see her face one last time...

The young prince, carefully glanced over his shoulder; in which he found that many stood waiting, lords and ladies of the court, his wife's family and his siblings...he was also able to notice that his half-sister Rhaenyra and her family alongside the Velaryons, had given the courtesy to present themselves as well.

Y/N's father could not held back from sobbing, her mother standing by his side, holding onto the big burly man for support. Her brothers put on a stern face with their jaws clenched and fists tightly glued to their sides, eyes as sharp as daggers thrown at Aemond's direction. They blamed Aemond.

They had felt the same pain too after all and perhaps the pain is felt in even bigger magnitudes...so it was only natural for them to blame Aemond...

"They're waiting for you." Alicent, whispered meekly. He did not realize that his mother had approached him. There stood the Queen, clad in black, her hair let down and tied in a half updo, wearing the seven stars sigils on her neck. Alicent's both arms wrapped securely around the infant granddaughter. Holding the bundle close to her chest, Alicent had a small weak smile on her worn out face as though trying to comfort her son. She had been taking care of the babe, mostly by herself and sometimes with the help of Helaena and the maids.

It should have been Y/N and Aemond taking care of their daughter...

Aemond quickly returned his sight towards the body of his wife once more, clearing his throat he took a step forward, Vhagar already standing by for his command. His hands both shaking before he uttered the command.

"Dracarys."

And within a singular moment, everything that once was, that was her and his, swallowed by the amber fury Vhagar had spat out. Every bit of joy, happiness, wishes, love, everything of hers that was his and his to claim, gone in an instant.

And now she was mere skin and bones. Bones and skin that will turn to ashes sooner than later...

It hurts him so, to know that, the very woman he once swore he'd give his life for, he'd kill for, the woman who loved him unconditionally, whose love ran so deep that even the deepest ocean grew jealous of, now no longer exist. Gone.

Aemond only hoped that, within the short moments she had left to live, she knew that his love was just as deep, just as unconditional, just as evergreen and lush and everlasting as they had first met. Aemond begged the Gods, that within the short time she had left, Y/N knew that he was sorry. Deeply. Painfully. He prayed, to the same cruel Gods, most importantly--that Y/N knew, that their daughter will be loved wholly and completely.

And lastly, Aemond prayed that he will see her again. That they will be reunited once more.

And that he shall never, ever love another.

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x y/n #HOTD #hotd fics #aemond fics #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #house of the dragon

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buggyandthebartoclub · 7 months

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Some SFW Goofy / Silly HC's for Shachi!! For my beloved @mandiemegatron - my beloved Shachi mutual <3 THESE HC ARE SFW MY BLOG IS NOT head the warnings above! Ageless blogs without 'adult' in bio will be blocked if you interact!

Goofy/Random Shachi HC's (Silly/Goofy Shachi in love at the bottom as a bonus)

Music taste alternates between heavy rock and the cringiest shit you’ve ever heard bc it made him laugh ( He and Penguin listen to bbno$ and Yung Gravy, and I think that’s hilarious - pry that one from my cold dead hands.)

LOVES puns. I mean, just look at his fucking hat!

Also loves being cheesy/cheesy stuff. Silly poses, cringe outfits, bad puns, b rated movies, tacky patterns, you name it. If it makes a normal person cringe even just a little he LOVES it! (Again.. look at his hat!)

Also likes cute stuff like Law, but not embarrassed by it (see above point) and will go overboard w it if he’s messing w Law (imagine that one post of them all going to see the barbie movie?? Pen made Law promise for them dress up for it but Shachi got the outfits ready that’s how I imagined that happening anyway )

Either super great or absolute dog shit at games. No in between. Avoids the ones he sucks at like the plague. Is a sore loser and WILL pout if he’s lost enough times (still pouts even if he only loses a little but its more subtle and he can get over it quicker lol)

His jokes/humor are also the same as his style and game talents, His jokes are usually cheesy, and either really fuckin funny or absolute cringiest shit you’ve ever heard, almost no in-between

Loves pranks. Goes without saying really

Has this uncanny knack for finding things people would be unable to decide if they like or not, like say a keychain of their fave character for example, but the character is doing some weird bizarre ooc shit or its some on the most unhinged knock off of the original they’ve ever seen

Will tell you wrong information with his whole ass chest. He believes it. He is a a bit dumbass. Himbo-y if you will. Is shocked when he realizes he is in fact wrong and thinks you’re fucking with him. Always takes a minute to convince him he’s actually wrong even though no one is ever fucking with him when they tell him he’s wrong NOT saying he is rude or mean about it is just genuinely shocked he’s wrong what do you MEAN you’re serious that much salt doesn’t go in there you’re just trying to mess him up haha Ikaku… oh shit Ikaku was serious!! that was too much salt wtf!!

Hes always joking so he thinks everyone else is too sometimes… to his own detriment occasionally lol, always says sorry after for not taking them seriously after with an embarrassed laugh ————Silly/Goofy in Love Shachi HC’s————

Mad dumb when in love/crushing

Im talking giggly, wiggly, ramp up the funny guy act by 10 (at first, he does chill out the longer the crush lasts/the more he’s around them/the more developed the relationship is)

Mixes up words a lot and says lots of goofy shit, esp when trying to be punny AND flirty, his poor brain can’t always keep up

Heartfelt/over the top romantic, gets pretty cheesy

Cheesy is honestly core staple of his personality, you have to love laughing and having fun to be with him for sure because that’s what fills most of your days together if you’re with him

Is a tickle monster, uses it to his advantage to get more cuddles and/or kisses in And make his partner laugh

If he thinks something about him turns his partner/crush on/they like that about him will go out of his way to try and show off even after getting together. Like his arms? Will tie down the top half of his suit and claim to be hot while working.. when its super cold lol - not subtle at all, plays dumb when teased about it

Dishes it out way harder than he can take it, is a bit of a baby if teased too much- will deny at all costs. Still tells you if it was a good burn tho later on

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 6 months

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motivation to rp is not here anymore no matter how hard i try to keep it alive or how much i loved it. i post headcanons, even going lengths to do it when the dash is active, it's like i'm being shadowbanned while even ooc posts from the 'popular' blogs get notes upon notes from the same mutuals we share. then there are the times when some mutual reblogs a meme to be sent in, and it gets pretty obvious that my ask gets skipped over. the first few times i can assume tumblr ate them, or they so coincidentally stopped checking their inbox, but every one of them every time even after they reblog the same meme again and get a new bunch of asks for it? all while they reblog or post psas about how they love all their mutuals and they follow because they want to interact etc etc and again it must be that they just forgot our conversations or plots or threads, again. i feel like that extra who they keep around to get one more figure on their notes or follower count, but i admit it's hard to leave because for one they always sound friendly and decent the rare moments we exchange maybe three lines, and for another this part of the rpc is so small that if i were to unfollow everyone who did this, i would end up with three remaining inactive mutuals, and i still won't be able to avoid seeing them around even if i try to find other blogs to follow. i do expect to be soft blocked sooner or later though, as that is what happened twice in less than half a year by two of the same type of people, without any warning. it just feels very disheartening that even when i've tried to keep staying positive and gathering courage to initiate or restart things, it'll never make a difference. i just have to learn to give up.

#general #confessions

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mthofferings · 7 months

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See nostalgicatsea’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Tumblr: nostalgicatsea Twitter: nostalgicatsea Discord: nostalgicatsea

Preferred organizations: - M��decins San Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) - Refugee and Immigrant Center for Education and Legal Services (RAICES) - Transgender Law Center - Waterkeeper Alliance - World Central Kitchen (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Tropes/elements: character studies, angst, soulmates, slow burn, mutual or one-sided pining, self-sacrifice, amnesia, time travel, reincarnation, fake relationship, relationship of convenience, hurt/comfort, de-aging, dream world, presumed dead, temporary or permanent death, post-breakup, getting together, getting back together, post-Infinity War to post-Endgame, substance abuse and recovery, grief/mourning, parental/child and mentor/mentee relationships, friendship over the years, Tony’s family issues, dark Steve, pre-serum Steve, Hanahaki, hauntings, betrayal, forgiveness AUs: canon-divergent, mafia/gangster, magic, sports, non-powered, high school or college, supernatural, horror, sci-fi, etc. I love AUs! For writing, I tend to focus on one specific moment or a series of small moments, feelings, and relationships more than action-packed plots.

Will not create works that contain: I’m up for most things except some extreme kinks, incest, adult/minor romantic relationships, and infidelity or partner abuse in a ship (unless you're referencing a canon plot point). I'm fine with infidelity and abuse involving a villain as long as it's not OOC. I don’t have any triggers. If you want me to elaborate on my do-not-wants or have a trope, kink, or plot point that you’re not sure I’ll be okay with, please contact me beforehand. Betaing: A/B/O, D/S, OOC, PWPs, OCs, self-inserts, pure fluff without plot, Darcy-centric fics, Hydra character-centric fics, unbalanced CW plots. I’m not that fond of coffeeshop AUs, but I can help with them Writing: A/B/O, D/S, poly, comedy, complicated plots, crack, 100% pure fluff/domestic plots, kidfic (unless it’s canon), AUs that require a lot of specific knowledge (e.g., historical AUs or military AUs), reality TV AU, zombie AU, animal transformation, unbalanced CW plots, Hydra Steve

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Auction ID: 1145

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - AvAc, MCU, Noir Bruce Banner & Clint Barton & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark & Thor - MCU Miles Morales & Miles Morales - Earth-42, Spider-Verse (animated films)

Work Description: This fic will probably be 1.5–3k. It’s possible that it may end up longer as has been the case before, but I can’t make any promises. It might take me a while to finish it as I’m slow at writing and RL keeps me busy, so please keep that in mind when bidding. I’m very interested in writing canon-compliant fics or fics set in canon, especially ones that act like snapshots of the characters at a specific time in their lives or a character/relationship study. I do love AUs as well, but I’ll only write AUs for Steve/Tony for this auction. I would appreciate it if you gave me several prompts, both general and specific, to choose from as that will increase the likelihood of the story being finished faster and lessen the likelihood of me getting writer’s block. If you have any questions about what I will and won’t write, don’t hesitate to reach out to me! I’d also like it if you reached out to me before bidding if you’re thinking of forming a pod bid.

Ratings: Gen, Teen

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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-- Beta Service --

Auction ID: 2072

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson - MCU Iron Man fandom any gen - 616, AvAc, MCU Captain America fandom any gen - 616, AvAc, MCU Avengers fandom any gen - 616, AvAc, EMH, MCU Shang-Chi fandom any gen - MCU Black Panther fandom any gen - MCU Black Widow fandom any gen - MCU Ms. Marvel fandom any gen - 616, MCU Spider-Man fandom any gen - Earth-42, Spider-Verse (animated films)

Work Description: I can help with SPaG/copyediting, flow/structure, continuity, and America-picking, and I particularly love discussing characterization, world building, plot, and character development. I love character and relationship studies and contemplative pieces that dive deeply into who the characters are and how they feel, but I also like plots that tackle serious issues or big canon points, complex plots, and plots with multiple layers/levels. I'm also up for cheer reading if you're looking for that instead! Turnaround depends on fic length and my schedule. I’m relatively fast, but if something comes up, I’ll let you know immediately. If you need references from people I betaed for, let me know. Notes on relationships: I’m willing to beta some ships along with gen/platonic relationships for the fandoms listed above. Notes on characters: There are some characters whom I’m not that fond of or interested in. I’m open to betaing almost anything, provided it follows my wants/DNWs, even with characters I’m less keen about/don’t care for, but feel free to contact me if you have questions about this. Notes on universes: For 616 and Ults, I’ll only do an AU or a story that doesn’t require specific knowledge of canon events for me to beta properly. I’ve only watched a handful of AA episodes. I’m open to Noir, AvAc, 3490, EMH, AA, 1872, Bullet Points, and Earth-TRN634 (Civil Warrior) for Steve/Tony as well.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? No - I'd rather not be bid on by pods

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-- Digital Work --

Auction ID: 3026

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson - MCU Iron Man fandom any gen - 616, AvAc, MCU Captain America fandom any gen - 616, AvAc, MCU Avengers fandom any gen - 616, 1872, AvAc, EMH, MCU Shang-Chi fandom any gen - MCU Black Widow fandom any gen - MCU Black Panther fandom any gen - MCU Spider-Man fandom any gen - Earth-42, Spider-Verse (animated films) Ms. Marvel fandom any gen - 616, MCU

Work Description: I’m offering a mood board for a character(s) or a fic of your choice (no NSFW shots) according to the theme or tone you want. Examples here. I’m up for all gen and most ships for the fandoms listed above with a few exceptions. If you have any questions, please contact me! You’ll get your mood board in 1–3 weeks, depending on whether I need to read a fic or not and how packed my schedule is. If the winning bid reaches $20, I’ll make two mood boards. For every $10 after that, I’ll throw in an extra mood board.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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azulas-daddy-kink · 2 months

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Since I've gotten a fair few asks about the Tyzula ship (some of which are still sitting in my inbox) during my time on this site, I have decided to outline my reasons as to why I do not ship or like Azula/Ty Lee, in a similar way to what a mutual of mine has done regarding Zutara (you may or may not know who you are, just wasn't sure if you would be okay with being tagged!).

So here goes....

Reasons I do not ship or like Tyzula from a canon perspective:

There's just nothing there. I'm not seeing anything other than friendship. Never once does either character, or the narrative, even hint at the fact that it could be something more.

It essentially ruins Ty Lee's character arc. The entire point of her arc was learning to stand up for herself, be independent, and prioritize her own happiness. This includes not letting Azula run her life anymore, and tell her what to do.

Azula, in her current state, is not ready for a romantic relationship with ANYBODY. Leastways, certainly not a healthy or functional one.

There is no evidence to suggest that Azula OR Ty Lee is attracted to the same sex. In fact, canon shows us literally the exact opposite. Both express and display romantic interest in boys, granted Azula's interest is more limited.

Ty Lee is literally not even on speaking terms with Azula post-canon. And for that to change, Azula would have to do some serious introspection and growth as a person, and make amends for how she mistreated those close to her. Even then, Ty Lee very well may decide she wants nothing to do with Azula, which is actually perfectly rational.

Reasons I do not ship or like Tyzula from a fanon/fandom perspective:

It's EVERYWHERE. You cannot avoid it, no matter how many tags or blogs you block, and it's annoying.

The majority of Tyzula shippers don't even seem to like Azula or Ty Lee as individual characters, independent of each other. And it shows. All they think about is how they can relate a post, headcanon, or piece of art to their ship.

Tyzula fics and headcanons are laughably OOC, and misrepresent both characters horribly - especially Azula. Look, I understand that we all have to change or add some things to make our respective ships work but there are limits. Personally, I draw the line at Azula repeatedly beating and raping Ty Lee but maybe that's just me.

Tyzula shippers have just been absolutely, unrepentantly nasty to me (and to some mutuals of mine) on a personal level. I have been bullied, harrassed, forced out of fandom spaces, lambasted as a lesbophobic bigot, and told to kill myself for the crime of not liking the ship, preferring to ship Azula with men, and criticizing this behavior on my own blog. That being said, seeing posts or art about this ship literally makes me want to puke, or just flat out makes me angry.

Semi-related to the above point, Tyzula shippers just refuse to stay in their own fucking lane! They go out of their way to make stupid comments on art or posts promoting other ships, and pick fights with people who disagree with them (also anyone who disagrees with them is automatically dismissed as being lesbophobic).

When you ask people in this fandom to explain why they see Azula as a lesbian, they either say something to the effect of """vibes""" or scream at you for oppressing them and hating lesbians.

(If you all have anything else to add, I would love to hear your thoughts!

Unless you're just a salty Tyzula shipper who feels like telling me off or calling me lesbophobic for the 323467th time, don't waste your time because you will be blocked immediately and no one will entertain your stupidity).

#atla #meta post #azula #ty lee #anti tyzula #atla fandom critical #ship critical #discourse

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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Hello friends!

Since a lot of you seem to like my and my anonie’s spitballs and have even requested for me to continue on some of them, I thought I should explain how it works so we’re all on the same page

First of all what exactly are spitballs? It’s where you suggest ideas to be discussed without thinking about them carefully.

In this case that would mean that I discuss different type of tropes and aus with my anonies without thinking much about them in terms of plot holes, ooc moments, grammar, length etc

It all started because I had many different ideas for fics but then things, like those mentioned above would hold me back from writing them, thus I’d write them out in alternative ways such as in the tag section instead, sometimes I’d discuss an idea with my mutuals and sometimes I’d post it on my blog and get a reply from an anon and we’d spitball it from there

It has unintentionally become a very interactive part of my blog and my writing process and I love it very much.

However I think it’s important I make it clear that not every ask will result in a fic snippet such as this, sometimes a response can very much look like this, or even like this

As mentioned earlier they’re very much ideas that are discussed therefor the responses may vary.

For me it’s important to feel that I can reply with a fic snippet or with a silly pic or whatever it may be because if I can’t, then it’s just another variation of fic requests.

Now to the nitty gritty part; how does this work?

It’s very simple. If you see me on the dash talking about my latest brainrot and want to discuss it with me, you’re more than welcome to slide into my inbox!

Now you may be wondering: If a spitball has turned into a mini fic how do I know when it has run its course?

Good question! First of all you’re always welcome to slide into my inbox to talk with me about them but at some point I’ll stop being in the writing zone and cannot for the life of me get down a word on paper despite your lovely ideas and suggestions. I’ll usually tell you when it’s finished either in the tag section or in the a/n section!

With that being said I want to thank you for taking the time to read this, for showing sm appreciation for my fics and you’re always welcome to message me!

#I will reply to everyone as soon as I get home 🫶🏻#let’s kiss?

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liyawritesss · 2 years

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Yay, inbox is open! Please ignore this, if you're uncomfortable. Can I ask for jealous!deku angst? Like maybe he breaks up w reader due to his jealousy and rlly regrets it?

I saw a post like this on @xinii 's acc, and I had to see your version <3

ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Midoriya “Deku” Izuku x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Sometimes our emotions get the better of us. We do and say things that we don’t mean, and then we are left with the consequences of those actions. Izuku knows this, but it still hurts like hell.

Warnings: Jealousy, angst, break up, kind of ooc midoriya?.

A/N: I totally didn't cry writing this, shut up. Also I admit it's rushed bc I did miss last Friday on my post schedule so I do apologize. Either way i still hope it fits your taste.

Midoriya knows he shouldn’t be angry with you.

It’s not easy, being the lover of a Pro-Hero, one of the best at that. It can’t be helped that people need his assistance, day in and day out. He’s barely ever home; patrols in the morning, paperwork, afternoon patrol, reports for the day, and he’s almost always asked to help with steakouts that lead late into the night. Izuku can’t be there for you, and he understands that you’ll want company to quench your loneliness.

What he didn’t understand was why you had to spend your evening with Todoroki Shouto at a high-end restaurant in the luxury belt of the city.

He watches from a tall building as you and Todoroki dine on your expensive meal, chatting amongst yourselves like you’ve been friends since childhood (which, in hindsight, you have). Your vibrant, contagious smile, which normally swelled Midoriya’s heart with love and adoration, now made him feel oddly sick and betrayed as it was paired with Todoroki’s.

Midoriya knows he shouldn’t be angry with you, but he can’t help but wonder if, due to his time away, you’ve taken a liking to the two toned mutual friend.

He trusted you, though, didn’t he? He also trusted Todoroki, right? So what was there to worry about? Surely you wouldn’t cheat on him with one of his best friends.

Midoriya shook his head violently. Why would such a question even cross his mind? Even when the new sidekick he’s training brings him back from the depths of his mind, the thought lingers heavy in the back of his head. He allows it to fester as he thinks of the worst possible scenarios. Have you fallen out of love with him? Has he not given you enough of him?

These emotions become more heightened when he arrives home, to hear you on the phone with someone. Of course, due to what he saw mere hours ago, he believes it to be Todoroki, and his mood sours even more.

You come out from your shared bedroom, having heard the front door open. You bid your farewells to Todoroki, ready to envelope your lover in a tight bear hug, but the moment you step into the loft and feel the shift in the air that Midoriya has brought with him, unease fills your being.

Midoriya has come home in a negative mood before - it’s only to be expected given his profession - but this time it seemed different to you. The way he practically ignored your presence didn’t sit right with you. There was no smile on his lips, the one that made crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes. Said eyes had an odd coldness to them, causing your body to tense.

“Welcome home, Izuku,” you said, voice small and cautious. Midoriya hummed in acknowledgement as he took off his jacket and shoes. His lack of words made you shift in anticipation, twiddling your thumbs as you pushed on. “I got home not too long ago, so I wasn’t able to make anything. Should we order out-?”

“I don’t care.” The green haired man said, cutting you off coldly. It left a sharp sting in your chest, a wave of coldness washing over your figure. Something was definitely wrong.

“Is everything alright, babe?”

“Yup, everything’s great.”

Izuku brushed past you with a swiftness that made it seem like he was trying to avoid you. Perhaps he was. Although it was a joke amongst your mutual friends, an angry Midoriya was not one to be taken lightly. If he could just walk away, distance himself, find some way to calm him down before he-

“If you had a tough day, maybe we could talk about it?”

-blew a fuse.

“Yeah,” was what left his lips as Midoriya stopped mid-way to your shared bedroom. “Yeah, let's talk about my day. Why not?”

The green haired pro hero turned on his heel to face you, a rush of cold heat spreading throughout his body. "Let's talk about my day. Or should we talk about yours? Let-Let's talk about how I saw you and Shouto at that high end restaurant downtown, huh? How you were so bubbly and bright and happy. Were you enjoying yourself, (Y/N)?"

His question dripped with venom, holding an accusation that you never thought would slip through your lover’s lips. There was a sudden bud of agitation that sprouted in the pit of your stomach, enraged by the fact that Midoriya thought so low of you.

“I don’t appreciate being called a cheater, Izuku-”

“You said it, I didn’t.”

“I would never do that to you! Shouto is my friend as well, I have every right to want to hang out with friends, too!”

“Oh, so you and Mina go to high end restaurants having the time of your life then, too, huh? How come I’ve never seen you two at that restaurant then?”

The more Izuku edged on, the hotter your body became - there was a light tremor which made your hands shake and your body quiver. Out of anxiety or agitation, you weren’t sure. He must’ve seen the two of you on the rooftop of that restaurant when he was on patrol, and took things out of context. That was the only explanation, you thought, as to why Midoriya was coming at you out of the blue like this.

“Izuku, you’ve got this all wrong,” you tried to reason though gritted teeth, trying to find appropriate words that wouldn’t edge the argument on further, “yes, Shouto went to that restaurant-”

“I knew it-”

“-as friends, nothing more! Do you really think that low of me?

“You wanna know what I think?” Midoriya says, teeth grit so tight you can see his jaw flex and tense under his skin. “I think that if you enjoyed yourself so much with Shouto, maybe you should go be with him.”

There was a deafening silence that followed Midoriya’s words. The tension was so thick you could hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears. Before you could get any more words out, Midoriya turned on his heel again, making a beeline for your shared room, slamming the door shut. The loudness of it made your body jump violently. And with the tremors that shook your body and thumping of your heart as loud as a drump, you barely noticed the waterfall of tears that slowly left your eyes.

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