#easy point aspirations lol

[simsandgiggles]

Boo: oh no! my weenie!

Boo: anyone else feeling ... spotty?

#I was trying to earn points for Boo to get the brave trait #that's why he's throwing all these parties and eating all these grilled cheeses #easy point aspirations lol #sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #lepacy #normal lepacy #normal19

[aeide-thea]

[psychiatric/pathologizing terminology, holocaust imagery, slurs, in-group/reclamatory deployments of]

i've seen people complain in the past that the term 'paranoid reading' is ableist, and i thought, μέν i'm always open to refining the framings i use for things, δέ maybe i should, you know, actually go look at the sedgwick before formulating an opinion—only it turns out 4 in the morning is not, shocker, actually the best time to be trying to wrap yr head around anything complex? however at first glance it does seem worth noting that whatever one's stance on psychiatric-flavored terminology, the original essay is not in fact deploying it accidentally or, i'd argue, wholly appropriatively—it's very explicitly connecting the label to its history of use against queer people to pathologize queerness. so my initial instinct here is that while i do still see why the term might make people flinch, it does seem like sedgwick's deployment of it was deliberate, informed, and in a certain sense reclamatory. doesn't mean it's therefore invalid to flinch at it! but does make flinching at it fairly analogous to flinching at deliberate, informed, reclamatory deployments of the pink triangle, or of language like queer, fag, dyke, etc—id est, something it's valid to want to avoid, if it triggers you, but not in fact categorically inappropriate.

it obviously gets more complicated as we move away from 'queer [still at the time of writing literally pathologized in the DSM!] theorist discussing/attempting to practice antihomophobic theorizing' towards 'people of unspecified positionality applying sedgwick's concepts to arenas farther afield from either queerness or pathologization,' and i do really want to be mindful here of how comparatively little i've personally been subject to this sort of involuntary pathologizing labeling and how that positions me vis-à-vis this discourse, and also of hierarchies of psychiatric pathologization more broadly, but. my initial sense (while still not, to be clear, having fully digested or even finished reading the sedgwick piece!) is that the action item wrt this particular language is less 'strike it from our lexica' and more 'be mindful of its potential to twist in our hands and cut people, and use it with the respect any knife is due, and with attention to our safety circle.'

which is really, i think, the answer more often than not: we often seem to want things to be an automatic, no-thought-required yes/no, when in fact there's very little that has no potential for harm and requires no thought, and also very little that ought to be categorically off limits. most things are situational, really, and deserve more active (re)examination than they often get; but we do so love our thin-slicing!

#lol this is. so long and so unnecessary #however. it's still dark out. coherence and concision are daylight goals #(this stuff sucks bc like. there really are very genuine competing needs here and that's always hard!) #(would be easy to say 'no one ever gets to use language that's been used to hurt people' but like. #for SO many reasons that can't actually be the answer.) #(but like. as often i think the problem here isn't actually this language— #it's when people use it who don't give a shit abt pathologized people #and even then the problem isn't primarily that the language usage itself is appropriative or ableist‚ so much as that it's like #SO untethered from the original concerns abt pathologization #that it's like. oh i see: the only way that issue is making it into the room is as a spectre of itself harnessed to describe other concerns #these tags are becoming as much a mess as the post itself but i just do think a lot abt like. things people want to label Inherently Bad #and how often it's like. less that they're actually Inherently Bad and more that they point up the badness of something adjacent #and press on the bruise of that #if that makes any sense! it's of course splitting hairs but we love that around here. aspiration: machined levels of precision.

[clumsyromantic]

NOT ANOTHER RAINBOW LEGACY CHALLENGE

Welcome to this ten generation legacy challenge based on vibrant colors! Inspired by all the other color themed legacies out there, because who doesn’t like basing their sims whole personality on a color (I know I’m a sucker for it lol). I won’t put a long list of rules here, because at the end of the day I want this to be your gameplay and story that you create. I will suggest that you follow each generation, but if something isn’t to your liking, by all means, change it for yourself. With that being said, don’t claim this challenge as your own, even if you tweak it. Remember, though, legacy challenges are all about having fun!

If you play don't forget to tag me here or on instagram @clumsy.romantic or use the hashtag #notanotherlegacy. I would really love to see some gameplay/stories!

Generation One: Licorice.

You never stay in one place too long. As a criminal, you’re always on the run. You don’t commit to anything. The only thing you’ve ever truly loved and committed to is your career. When it comes to actual love, you dip as soon as it seems like things might get serious. You don’t like being that close to people, letting people in like that. You can’t trust anyone, or so you thought.

Traits: Evil, Non-Committal, Romantic. (Additional: Self-Assured, Mean)

Aspiration: Serial Romantic.

Career: Criminal.

Have more enemies than friends.

Have a child with an enemy.

Move to a different world each time you age up.

Only your child(ren) can be your partner in crime.

Get caught cheating at least once.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Mischief, Handiness and Programming skills.

[Packs used: None]

Generation Two: Pearl.

From the time you could hold things, you were coloring, drawing, painting, anything that could help you express yourself. You are the exact opposite of your parent. Maybe you’re like the other one? You wouldn’t know, though. You never met them, nor heard a single truth about them. That doesn’t matter, though, because as soon as you can, you move out of your parents home so that you can start your own life and family. Love isn’t easy, as you don’t truly know what it’s supposed to look like, but with how kind and caring you are, it almost comes easy to you.

Traits: Creative, Cheerful, Family-Oriented. (Additional: Loyal, Good)

Aspiration: Big Happy Family. 

Career: Painter.

Complete the Artist Prodigy as a child.

Move to a different world from your parent.

Marry someone with amazing compatibility (or someone with similar traits).

Have 5 children.

Have a bowling night with the family at least twice a week.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Painting, Parenting and Bowling skills.

[Packs used: High School Years, Growing Together, Parenthood, Bowling Night]

Generation Three: Latte.

You come from a big family, and you’ve always loved every bit of it. However, nothing can compare to the love you have for fitness. As a teenager, you become a simfluencer who models athletic wear and shows off your healthy lifestyle. As a Young Adult, you constantly have dogs. You tell yourself all you need is dogs, until you meet another fitness buff who you end up having a baby with.

Traits: Active, Dog Lover, Vegetarian. (Additional: Ambitious, Outgoing)

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals.

Career: Simfluencer.

Have a good relationship with your parents and siblings.

Go to the gym four times a week.

Change your hairstyle once a week.

Have at least 3 dogs as a YA.

Become a B-lister.

Have a baby with someone you meet at the gym (bonus points if they have the active skill).

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Fitness, Entrepreneur, Media Production, and Pet Training skills.

[Packs used: Cats & Dogs, High School Years, Get Famous]

Generation Four: Dandelion.

It was hard for you to relate to your parents, as they were much more outgoing and sociable than you were. Keeping up conversations and being around people always made you feel drained. You preferred being by yourself with a good book. It was usually a sci-fi book about robots. It’s no surprise that you’re the first in your family to go to university and you end up working in engineering. Your best friend, perhaps lover as well, is a robot you built. Seems like a good life to you.

Traits: Loner, Overachiever, Socially Awkward. (Additional: Bookworm, Geek)

Aspiration: Nerd Brain.

Career: Engineer.

Attend university.

Build a servo bot.

Be romantic partners with the servo.

Woohoo with the servo in the rocketship.

Only adopt or have science babies.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Logic, Handiness and Robotics skills.

[Packs used: High School Years, Discover University]

Generation Five: Emerald.

You want to make the world a better place for the next generations. Everything you do involves Mother Earth. You live off the land, garden and fish for your food. You raise chickens for your eggs and cows for your milk. You also fabricate and make things for yourself, others and your animals. Some of the things you create you sell on Plopsy for income. You have a baby with someone you’re engaged to be married to. But as soon as you can, you pack up and leave them, taking the baby with you.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Maker, Freegan. (Additional: Green Fiend, Recycle Disciple)

Aspiration: Master Maker.

Career: Plopsy Seller.

Live in Evergreen Harbor (If you don’t already, move there as a YA).

Live in Port Promise, where you must make the eco footprint green.

Additional Challenge: have the Simple Living lot challenge in Evergreen.

Knitted and Fabricated items can be sold on Plopsy when you need simoleons.

Get engaged and try for a baby until one of you is pregnant.

Once you have reached green for the eco footprint; break off the engagement, take the baby and move to Sulani.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Knitting, Fishing, Gardening and Fabrication skills.

[Packs used: Eco Lifestyle, Nifty Knitting, Island Living]

Generation Six: Turquoise.

Growing up on a beautiful beach with your single parent doing everything for you made you into a spoiled brat. The only thing you actually want to do, besides sleep and chill, is fashion photography. You have a real eye for fashion. Although, you don’t really have a knack for picking up work. You’re more likely to be suntanning than actually doing your job. The few times you do accept a job, you fall in love with the model. Instead of falling happily in love together, you are constantly fighting, and to make matters worse, you have a kid together. Something neither of you wanted.

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Lazy, Hates Children. (Additional: Jealous, Squeamish)

Aspiration: Beach Life.

Career: Freelance Fashion Photographer.

Accept a job once a week.

Have a baby with one of the models that has the Mean, Hot-Headed or Evil trait.

Only have 1 child.

Have a bad relationship with your child.

Move to San Myshuno as an Adult.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Charisma and Photography skills.

[Packs used: Get Famous, Outdoor Retreat, Moschino, City Living]

Generation Seven: Ruby.

You constantly heard your parents fighting over something. They were never not fighting. You found your solace in music; listening to it, writing it, playing instruments, just everything about it. You get married young just so you can move out. But you’re in love with a musician on the side. You’re not really sure if you should keep seeing them, or stick by your spouse. You never really were good with decisions, especially ones that could really impact your future.

Traits: Music Lover, Hot-Headed, Childish. (Additional: Erratic, Dance Machine)

Aspiration: Musical Genius.

Career: Live off tips and fame.

Marry and move out as a YA.

Have a bad relationship with your parents.

Cheat on your spouse with someone who plays an instrument or sings.

Only earn money from tips when you play instruments or sing in public.

Have either a dance battle or karaoke night once a week.

Obtain fame, at least c-lister, from music.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Singing, Dancing and any instrument skills.

[Packs used: Get Famous, City Living, Get Together]

Generation Eight: Magenta.

You’ve always used humor and pranks as a way to cope with everything going on in your life. No one but your best friend really gets you. It’s hard for you two to get over being friends when you realize that you have feelings for each other. Except, after having a baby together, you realize you were better off as friends. You still civilly raise the child, just not under the same roof anymore.

Traits: Paranoid, Goofball, Gloomy. (Additional: Clumsy, Cat Lover)

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief.

Career: Social Media.

Have a childhood best friend.

Have a baby with said best friend.

You and your best friend fall out, but you still raise the child civilly.

Have at least 1 cat.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Comedy, Writing and Mischief skills.

[Packs used: Cats and Dogs, Strangerville, City Living]

Generation Nine: Tangerine.

You prefer the finer things in life. You live in the city, but as a young adult working in law, you often take vacations to Mt. Komorebi. Where, when you fall in love with a local and have children, you take your children there often. Not until you retire, do you and your spouse move there. In the meantime, you enjoy the time you spend there; skiing, snowboarding, rock climbing, sightseeing, etc. You dream of your vacations while at work.

Traits: Adventurous, Kleptomaniac, Bro. (Additional: Lactose Intolerant, Materialistic)

Aspiration: Mt. Komorebi Sightseer.

Career: Law.

Take 2 vacation days a week to go to Mt. Komorebi.

Marry and have children with someone who lives in Mt. Komorebi

Continue living in San Myshuno until you retire and move to Mt. Komorebi.

Steal one item a day.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Skiing, Snowboarding and Rock Climbing skills.

[Packs used: Snowy Escape, Cottage Living]

Generation Ten: Aubergine.

Your parents always showed you the luxurious sides of life. Treating you to everything and anything you could ever imagine. It lit the way for your future career as a critic. You enjoyed being able to put your 2 cents into whatever you could get your neatly, well kept fingers on. You also always looked and presented to be your best self. 

Traits: Neat, Foodie, Snob. (Additional: High Maintenance, Perfectionist)

Aspiration: Party Animal.

Career: Critic.

Host 3 parties a week.

Each party has a theme; decorate and cook accordingly.

Get married 3 times (not to the same person).

Have 1 child per marriage.

Don’t get close to your children until they are Young Adults.

Max your career.

Complete your aspiration.

Master the Cooking, Writing and Gourmet Cooking skills.

[Packs used: Spa Day, City Living]

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #s4 #thesims4 #sims4 #sims legacy #sims lets play #notanotherlegacy

[faulty-writes]

I love your work so much! The way you write headcanons is honestly the best I’ve seen on tumblr lol

Would you be able to write headcanons of Iida, Midoriya, and Bakugo with a nervous and introverted GN Reader who’s a foreign exchange student struggling to learn and speak Japanese properly, like to the point they have to constantly repeat themselves thousands of times slowly for anyone to understand and wanting to learn more? Reader’s got the basics down obviously but ya know, they’ve gotta expand their knowledge on bigger more complex words, slang, etc. Maybe add in a sprinkle of reader being shamed by their peers for their lack of knowledge on Japanese.

[ Thank you so much for being a fan of my work. Truth be told, I'm not even sure if I write headcanons the "correct" way, but who cares! If it works, it works, right? Anywho, I enjoy this idea very much. Learning a new language is hard. Although I always joke I speak three languages which are Swearing, Sarcasm, and English. Notice how English is the last one, haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ]

It wasn't easy being a foreign exchange student, but as an inspiring hero in the making, you wanted to enroll in one of the best hero training schools and that was none other than Yuuei High. There was a small problem though, you were nervous and a little anti-social, introverted as some may say, and this made communicating that much more difficult.

You were learning Japanese slowly, and as such, you struggled to engage in conversation with others who often snubbed you. Until you met Tenya who initially noticed your struggle with comprehending his language. "Pardon, perhaps I could be of assistance?" He patiently encouraged you to practice pronunciation and grammar. He even went as far as to tutor you and provide you with structured lessons and resources.

He remained gentle and encouraging through your struggles with learning Japanese and offered kind words and praise for the progress you have made. You appreciated the comforting environment he provided and felt as though you could speak to him without fear of judgment.

"Perhaps these will assist you in your attempts at learning various Japanese slang terms, and such," he suggested, placing various books in front of you. While somewhat overwhelming, Tenya suggested that learning the slang terms might help ease your anxiety. He also continued to ensure that making mistakes is essential to the learning process.

While most were respectful of your learning process, there were a few select students who chose to shame you or insult you whenever you attempted to engage in conversation. Tenya, however, was quick to intervene and address the issue firmly as was his duty as Class President and often lectured them on the importance of empathy, understanding, and respecting you as a foreign exchange student.

Tenya continued to celebrate your achievements, especially when he noticed your confidence in the Japanese language rising. "I am quite proud of the resilience and persistence you displayed in overcoming the linguistic barriers you've faced!" Of course, you knew you wouldn't have accomplished what you did without his support and guidance, and hoped he would always be your friend.

Izuku immediately notices your struggles with speaking Japanese, but being the person that he is, tries to approach to help. Although his shyness got the best of him and despite patiently listening and trying to make sense of your words, his face burns red the entire time.

"I c-could try to h-help you...if you w-want, I mean...I've never tutored a-anyone before but um..." He knows that learning a new language takes time and patience, both qualities he possessed and as an aspiring hero, he couldn't just abandon someone he knew needed help.

Since English was one of the courses provided at Yuuei, Izuku decided to make his self-initiated tutoring sessions with you more fair by allowing you to teach him some phrases either in your native tongue or English in hopes that it would provide a supporting and engaging atmosphere and show you that you were not the only one struggling with a foreign language.

Although Izuku had the fierce heart of a hero, he normally avoided starting conflicts with other students, but this went out the door when he witnessed others shaming you for your language struggles. "H-hey! S-stop that, they're still l-learning and..." He'd try to keep a stern demeanor, and while he knew that defending you was the right thing to do, usually he'd drag you away before things escalated.

On more than one occasion, Izuku would stay up with you, engaging in late-night and casual conversation in Japanese to help improve your conversational and social skills. Uraraka and Tenya would always volunteer to help as well and provide pointers to you if needed.

"I m-mean even All Might, v-visited the U-United States and he k-knows some foreign l-language skills so I thought maybe...t-this would help you too." He thought incorporating hero-related terms into your lessons would help give your language goals a more heroic feeling thus giving you the motivation to conquer them.

A growl rumbled in his throat. "Shut the hell up already!" He snapped, making you stumble away from him. He hated it when you constantly repeated yourself. Hell, even he could admit he wasn't the most patient individual, and hearing you repeat word after word, phrase after phrase was irritating.

Despite his annoyance, and the fact that he was one of the few that tended to put you down because of the language barrier between you and him. He wasn't so ignorant as to ignore the determination and effort you put into learning Japanese and frankly, he was kind of impressed. Of course, he'd never admit that.

"That's not how you say that dumbass!" He snapped one day after hearing you, yet again, struggle with a certain phrase when engaging in conversation with someone else and he wasn't hesitant about correcting you as well as listing off other phrases he knew you had trouble with, unintentionally becoming your personal tutor in the process.

You had a lot of textbooks and practice books regarding the Japanese language and when Katsuki looked at them, he was severely disappointed. The books in question were too proper and lacked useful slang that permeated the Japanese language or at least how he spoke it. So, he took the time to teach you said slang terms, but you weren't too sure you'd make use of them.

"Soooo Baku bro! I heard you're giving Y/n language lessons!" Eijirou exclaimed one day, making Katsuki growl in response. "Yeah, what's it like teaching a foreigner anyway?" Kaminari chirped in, not realizing how insensitive he sounded. "Shut the hell up dumbasses!" Katsuki snapped. "That...idiot is putting in more effort than either of you with your damn schoolwork!" Hell, he should know. He had tutored them on occasion as well.

Although you assumed you wouldn't use the slang terms Katsuki taught you, there came a day when you found yourself in an argument with another hero student who happened to be using some foul terms to describe you and your home country. You ended up using every slang term Katsuki had taught you in response and when he learned about this, he felt oddly proud of you.

#tenya x reader #izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #iida x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #tenya x you #izuku x you #katsuki x you #iida x you #midoriya x you #bakugou x you #tenya x y/n #izuku x y/n #katsuki x y/n #iida x y/n #midoriya x y/n #bakugou x y/n #tenya x female reader #katsuki x fem!reader #katsuki x male reader #izuku midoria x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23

[skitskatdacat63]

Happy 5/14!!!!

Aaaaahh not sure if this is my best work 😭 I just really wanted to draw smth for vettonso day but my brain hasn't really been functioning well LOL so I kept dreading working on this, especially bcs its so important to me, y'know? I hope it's good????? I'm happy with the concept, but I was just so unsure on so many of the angles and it was killing me. I did the color thing bcs I thought it'd add something interesting to it :) since I didn't paint it as I usually would

Anyways! Process!

Now I will explain all of them:

Boy king au is where it all starts of course. I think their relationship is the most developed in this compared to the others, but at the same point, they just start from such a different point, especially affection-wise. All of these kinda have a power dynamic, except the last one, and this is the most imbalanced. Fernando is being subservient, the only part of Seb he may kiss(in public lol) is his hand.

Matador au next. They hurt themselves when they try to be affectionate, because they live in the culture of a sport of violence and death. The sword separates them, their love for the sport keeps them apart, in fear that they hurt each other. Seb, yet again, looks down upon Fernando. Seb haunts Fernando's whole career, the constant overhanging presence. Also aside from that, shame that you can't see his three musketeers look bcs of the black background 😔

2012 core!!! I think this one is pretty easy to understand. Both of them often kiss their trophies, more so than any driver. So they're both trying to claim the wdc trophy by kissing it. Maybe you guys should just get rid of the trophy altogether and claim each other! But yes, just like the sword in the matador au one, the trophy and their ambitions divides, keeps them from ever bridging the vast gap between them, at least at that point in time.

The conclusion! Aka what I wish we will get at Imola 2024- kidding kidding. But it is 2024. Finally there is no conflict between them, there's no big thing keeping them in conflict, they can finally come together. Finally they can touch, there is no gap to bridge, they can appreciate each other, and appreciate what they failed to in years past.

The thesis is basically that they always have their aspirations between them, and their aspirations happen to be basically the same thing. Until those are resolved, the gap between them is too vast for them to recognize and/or find any commonality. How do you get along with someone when you're both fighting for the same thing? How do you get along when it feels like one of you is winning more? How do you get along when there's such a vast gap?

In boy king au, it's going to take a while before they both feel settled about the issue of the throne. That's what makes that au interesting, they're trapped in this state of non-closure and they have to actually solve their issues without the matter of one of them simply removing themselves from the equation. They have to find a way to get over themselves and their aspirations, because like it or not they're stuck with each other. I think with the hand kissing, it represents how Fernando, at that point, is only willing to play along with the game if it's tradition, and he often won't budge in other ways. Yes, I will show subservience, but only in this detached, formal way that I don't connect personally to. He's still holding his own bitterness over meaningfully appreciating Seb. Though it's not like Seb isn't at fault. It takes a while for him to not hold things over Fernando, and constantly humiliate him. One day they will meaningfully show affection, and it won't be some sort of power play.

I think matador au is pretty similar to real life, and the 2010s era(it's basically just their actual plot line but in the context of bullfighting.) They're forever going to have this big elephant in the room, and it only really gets resolved when one of them leaves the sport. Once they're not fighting directly against each other, they realize what they've been missing out on and what they were not appreciating for so many years beforehand. They finally come together because they can't just rely anymore on the sport keeping them together. They actually have to make that step to be in each other's lives, rather than just taking their presence for granted.

Also the text on the comic. "We keep missing, and missing, and missing, and finally kissing." It's basically: we keep missing the point of it all, we keep failing to appreciate each other presence in our lives and in our own individual grand stories. But when we're not forced together anymore, we have to make the choice to come together again ourselves. We keep missing what we actually need to do. Missing each other in favor of our aspirations. Etc etc. One day we will finally embrace and there will be nothing keeping us apart.

#hahaha im more proud of what i wrote under the cut so make sure to read that! #im happy w the concept but the art hurt my brain so its not my best work i dont think #i also never draw kissing #so please take my token of actual shippy affection for once #VETTONSO DAY!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHH #man im glad i realized that last wk bcs i think i wouldve never recovered if i didnt draw smth for it #tho thsts why i think i kinda dont like this drawing 😭 #the process was rly stressful to me bcs im like I HAVE TO FINISH THIS #its my national holiday and i must pay my dues 🤧🤧 #but im happy abt the plotline of this all :) #sigh. when will vettonso truly stop missing and actually start kissing #i rly hope 005's art and mine works as some sort of sacrifice so we get pics of them together from imola #like PLEASE guys if theres literally one thing you could do for me. it would make my year. genuinely #i just need that shock again of japan 23. just the completely unexpected pictures #cmon lets have a meetup of aston failboys as they look upon the amr24 and commiserate #^ see exactly the point of this art. they have this bridging them together. #conflict that keeps them together and that they can relate to rather than dividing them #conflict is not man vs man anymore. it's man vs car 😔 #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #vettonso #catie.art. #catie.rambling.txt

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: A Long-Expected Party

There’s something so incredibly endearing about the slow, meandering beginning of LotR.

Even today—in a day and age when every author tries to grab you by the eyeballs in the first five words—Tolkien’s writing still has that gentle, irresistible draw that takes you by the hand and leads you slowly but surely into adventure. Something about a “birthday party of special magnificence” just appeals to all our inner children, I think; and the tiny mysteries, and the joy of a world of fantastical creatures living in peace and comfort, just adds to that. You want to go to Middle Earth, and you want to get lost in it. It’s like a lazy river at a water park; you wade in, get settled, and relax, and the next thing you know you’re far away from where you started.

All of that to say, Tolkien’s writing is goals and I aspire to be even a fraction of what this man was someday.

Anyway. To the bullet points!

Isn’t it hilarious how quick people are to begrudge one another their good fortune?? If Bilbo had been poor and died in a timely manner his neighbors would probably have liked him just fine, but he gets a lot of wealth and lives a long time and all the hobbits go >:-(

They’re not wrong to be suspicious, of course, but it’s still a biting social commentary. And very funny!

“As Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune.” 🤣

“You should come live with me so we can celebrate our birthday parties more comfortably together” belongs in the same category as C. S. Lewis’ “and they got so used to arguing that they married each other to keep doing it more conveniently”

“And suddenly, all the old people found that everyone actually WANTED to hear their rambling stories!”

GAFFER GAMGEE MY BELOVED

Hobbits are all so terribly prejudiced. What endearing morons.

Ooh, confirmation that Bilbo and Frodo look similar!

“There never was much to tell of him! … Till he was drownded.” “DROWNDED??”

I love that the only things we know about Drogo Baggins are that he was unremarkable and fat and married a strange woman

The Gaffer: “Thank goodness Mr. Bilbo saved young Mr. Frodo from those strange, dastardly Bucklanders…”

Meanwhile, Merry feels his eye Twitch and doesn’t know why 🤣

The spelling of jewels as “jools” is adorable for reasons I can’t describe

Tiny Gaffer Gamgee saw Bilbo come home from his Adventure!!

The Gaffer’s words are strangely prophetic. Sam did indeed land in trouble that was bigger than him—and thank goodness he did.

The Gaffer basically says here “if generosity is being strange, we could do with a lot more strangeness!” and honestly that’s a motto I want to live by

I love that Sam is most likely the one who started the rumor about the fireworks X-D

I wish we’d gotten to see the Dwarves visiting Bag End in the movies. It’s a shame they were cut. Imagine what cool costumes they could have had!

“G for grand!” and Gandalf’s smile. Ugh, my heart 🥹

Pity that September 22nd fell on a Friday this year. We were so close to it being a Thursday, like in the book! Oh well. Try again another year, I guess X-D

Are small business owners grumbling about your purchases from foreign parts?? Here’s an easy solution! Just BUY OUT THE STOCK OF EVERYONE FOR MILES AROUND IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARDS

Also the fact that the post offices are absolutely flooded 🤣 Bilbo, you madlad

“Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work on his garden” LOL

The brief paragraph of NOOO BAD WEATHER THE DAY BEFORE THE PARTY is honestly spectacular. It’s so nerve-wracking for just a second there—which is hilarious in light of the war and death and GIANT SPIDERS we’re going to read about. I think it has a flavor of Tolkien’s beliefs on eucatastrophe hidden in there—it’s not out of Bilbo’s own effort that the weather cleared up just in time for his party, it was just happy providence—but I’m too tired to write an essay about it right now.

“Half the Shire’s been invited…and the rest of them are turning up anyway!”

The hobbits who came through the gate again to get a second present 🤣🤣🤣

“The hobbit-children were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating.” That’s impressive!!

I love that some of the toys are dwarven-made. That’s such a cool detail that makes the world seem both fantastical (because dwarves!) and real (because you can Amazon order toys from them!) at the same time.

The names of the fireworks!! Especially the ones that are onomatopoeia, like “backarappers”! It just makes brain go ✨✨✨

Pfffft, yellow rain

There’s the express train reference!

Notable difference here: in the movies, the big dragon firework was set off ahead of schedule by Merry and Pippin, and all the hobbits freak out. In the book, the big dragon firework is set off right on time to signal supper, and all the hobbits freak out (but are immediately pacified by food).

Small detail I’d like to see in more fanfics: “Bilbo had been specializing in food for many years, and his table had a high reputation.” Yes, the idea of Bilbo and Frodo eating like the bachelors they are is hilarious, BUT! We have textual evidence to the contrary! I don’t know if this line means that Bilbo was a magnificent cook himself or simply hired magnificent cooks, but either way, it’s canon that the Bag End bachelors ate like kings!

“The feast was so incredible that everyone was incredibly full and took home leftovers and no one bought any new groceries for weeks. The good news is that Bilbo had bought out all the grocery stores anyway, so it was fine.”

Why is the detail about the golden buttons on Bilbo’s waistcoat so enchanting to me?? I really think this chapter just activates the Inner Child Mode in my brain, and suddenly even something as simple as shiny buttons becomes beautiful and magical. Also it’s just a lovely way to paint a vivid picture in my mind.

I’m so glad they kept so many of the jokes in Bilbo’s speech for the movies 🤣 “PROUDFEET!!”

And now here we see Tolkien, author of the fantasy epic that has defined the genre for a century and counting, unironically using caps lock. Folks, you can’t make this crap up.

The sneaky way Tolkien says Bilbo vanished before he mentions the flash of light is Very Good and hints at the fact that there’s something else at work here

Rory Brandybuck is the G.O.A.T.

“But at the same time he felt deeply troubled: he realized suddenly that he loved the old hobbit dearly.” Aww, Frodo…

Incredible that the debate between Bilbo and Gandalf over the Ring takes up almost four pages, but it doesn’t feel like it. Excellent suspense.

I wonder where Gandalf is going “to bed”. It doesn’t look like he’s staying in Bag End, so did he get a room at an inn somewhere? Is he sleeping in his cart??

Also it’s implied later in the book that Gandalf the White doesn’t sleep. Inconsistency?? A slight untruth?? Secret powerup to Gandalf the White that we’ve overlooked??

“The sun rose. The hobbits rose rather later.” Pffft

The SHADE in all the presents oh my WORD

Except for the ones for the poorer hobbits. Bilbo’s gift for the Gaffer is so simple in its contents, and yet so generous and thoughtful 🥹

MERRY MY LAD

MY FAVORITE HOBBIT (don’t tell the others)

How old would Merry have been here?? Like nineteen?? Incredible that he was already such a logistics guy that Frodo trusted him to keep an eye on the house while all the chaos is happening.

“Do you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like.” “It was a compliment, and so, of course, not true.” HAHAHAHA DRAG HIM MERRY

“IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN, FRODO, I SHALL BLOW YOUR DOOR RIGHT DOWN YOUR HOLE AND OUT THROUGH THE HILL” 🤣🤣🤣

Frodo: “I’m so sorry, I thought you were Lobelia!” Gandalf: “Understandable, have a nice day”

“I would give them Bag End and everything else, if I could get Bilbo back and go off tramping in the country with him.” N’aww, Frodoooo 😭

“Look out for me, especially at unlikely times!” Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.…

“Frodo did not see him again for a long time.” Ooh, ominous.

#chapter review #gaffer gamgee #bilbo baggins #gandalf #frodo baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[ganondoodle]

Oh man I saw your totk issues post and I agree 100%!! Those are all things that have really bothered me about playing totk, and things that made playing it not nearly as fun (the dungeons, the shrines, the building, etc).

Especially the map!! When I tell you I was so disappointed by the maps on totk, I was hoping for something new! It really just feels like a modded botw, not an official sequel.

I was wondering what your thoughts are on the concept of “what if they had sent link to the past instead”? So the surface map would feature huge differences in the land forms and buildings that exist, and we’d get to see more ganon whenever he visits Hyrule, or go out to the desert to see Gerudo town, etc.

If they really wanted no sheika tech, they could also just have it being newly built? And you could introduce the new characters and such, etc etc.

(I also think the past champions are such a missed opportunity? If botw is about grief and loneliness, and finding hope in the hopeless, and Totk is about coming together despite that, it could have been really interesting if Link had gone to the past! They could have used the past setting as an eerie reminder to what Link and Zelda had lost when the Calamity struck!)

THAT BEING SAID: I’m not as familiar with the legend of Zelda lore, and haven’t played totk very much! I wanted to know your thoughts on this because you seem to have a lot of story and game mechanic knowledge that could explain why this could be a bad/good idea!

(Plus, your discussions are always super interesting to read, as is your custom totk lore, so I’d love to know what you think🩷)

I’m sorry if you’ve already answered an ask like this! If that’s the case, feel free to point that out and I’ll go through your ask tag if you have one:) I hope you have a great day!⭐️

Hi!

im glad you enjoy my rants, i often feel like im being overly mean but tbh were else could i just rant as much as my heart desires without getting spammed by annoying people (certainly not on twitter lol)

i have talked alot, and i mean ALOT, about totk and my issues with it, both lore and gameplay wise, i dont claim to be an expert on any, though i am an old zelda fan and aspiring gamedev, i really only talk about what i feel about it, what i think about it, and by all means im biased as hell xD

if you dont know yet, the "ganondoodles rants" tag is where all my rants go, so if you are interested in reading more on my totk thoughts thats the way to search (given tumblrs search in blog works ..)

and to answers your question, i have touched on it briefly, sending link back in time before the shiekah tech existed would have been an easy way to excuse how they jsut got .. rid of it, bc they didnt, it literally didnt exist yet- and for reusing the map- though that argument falls a little flat bc ... they coud have already done that in present totk, like i brought up in one of said rants, things like flooding gerudo desert, collapsing death mountain, drying out zoras domain etc, and changing the location of the main populations would have already done alot without having to redo the map in its entirety;

the little changes to map itself really wouldnt that big of a deal if they didnt also send you to the EXACT same locations AND repeat the SAME LOCATIONS AGAIN but in the underground, like thats a fact i have talked about multiple times bc its so illogical in every way, anywhere theres a settlement on the surface theres a bigger mine below, its so stupid, the shrines conenct to a lightroot, the same, again, you dont need to explore bc theres nothing TO explore (its also extra weird bc theres one below taburasa (tarrey town) which .... link literally build with dumsda (hudson) a few years ago .. unless that got retconned too idk wth do i know anymore honestly- AND it makes the sonau extra weird bc why the hell do they have a bigass mine under every settlement ESPECIALLY UNDER GERUDO TOWN like, that just adds to my suspicions towards them)

anyway, link to the past was the point and yes, it could have solved a few issues (mainly shiekah tech and the whole "story" taking place AGAIN in the past completely disconnected from you the player) i personally am not so much a fan of it, but that mostly comes down to me just not liking time travel, i dont like going back in time, i want to play and do things in the here and now, i want to repair the damages of the calamity, find out its origins, maybe fix that too, i love to learn about past stuff too, but that more in text, no literal flashback (unless done well), i want to connect to the past but it also holds alot of mystery that maybe shouldnt be touched upon, some mysteries and unkowns are much more interesting when left as such, i want to THINK about things and come to conclusions that are logical and makes sense in hindsight even if it wasnt clear at the start, i dont want information and what to think about it told to my face over and over like im stupid

after botw i really didnt care much about the past, maybe about the acient hero who alot of people specualted to be of gerudo origin due to its red hair- which also got a monkeys paw curled bc in totk they do sth with but its so stupid and insulting that i do not accept it as canon, say what they want, there are no dog people anywhere in the past nor present botw/totk wtf is that i hate it- and its not even .. why is that the reward for that, it has literally NOTHING TO DO WITH TOTK ITSELF I COULD YELLLL AAAARGH

main point is that really, i wanted to explore the past .. in the present, i hoped to find broken old shiekah structures, old labs and maybe some left over damage and records from when the old king persecuted the shiekah for their tech, i wanted to know where the ancient energy the shiekah used was coming from, what the boss arena in the middle of hyrule castle really was- so many things just discarded and acted like they never happened or mattered; i dont want to travel into the past, i want to discover whats left of it, piece it together, discover dark secrets you can ask no one about bc all that knew about it are long gone- thats what intrigued me about botw, it felt like there was so much left to discover only for totk to throw it all away and just do its own thing .. but not commit to that hard enough either so its neither its own thing nor a sequel-

.. that wasnt really what you wanted to know was it? xD sorry i tend to ramble on if someone seems to give me permission to

to sum it up, i think it COULD work, sending link to the past instead, if done well, but so could canon totk have been, it could have been done well but wasnt for reasons i dont know and tbh even fear bc i worry its sets a dark future ahead of zelda; i personalyl am just not a fan of time travel so i dont have that much to say to it :O

#ganondoodles answers #ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #adding this to that bc i .. ranted again #you ask for a pebble and get a landslide #my rambling mouth could never shut up #also dont apologize pls #i might not always answer but you have my permission to rant into my inbox #i often feel alone in my rants like its just my own brainrot taking hold

[frownyalfred]

Gonna pile on here as another fic author: I don't think most people realize that authors can and do read public bookmarks, but oh god I wish they would, it's somehow worse then getting outright hate in the inbox

I write popular stuff like you, which I think makes it worse? (which is also why this is on anon lol) People assume I'll never see them say my fic is overhyped or too long, I guess

I have a lot of grace for the accidental public bookmarks. I know it happens sometimes. I've seen this argument wrung six different ways on the ao3 subreddit, and the conclusion I always come to is this: even if it's not done with malicious intent, it does affect authors. And you can't just expect authors to ignore a bookmark that 1) they cannot remove and 2) is slapped right onto their fic for everyone else to see.

It's like walking up to a busker playing piano on the subway and leaving a permanent sticky note on their keyboard that says "6/10 meh could've been better" that they can't ever take off. And they just have to look at it, and make their peace with it, which are important things for creators to be able to do, of course, but puts the onus of being the "better person" solely on the author?

"Well don't look at the bookmarks" "it's not a bad rating" "bookmarks are for readers, not authors" I GET these points. I am also a reader. I read and use bookmarks as recs. But giving out unsolicited criticism, regardless of venue, has always been seen as distasteful. Especially when the things being criticized are done 1) for free 2) in the author's spare time and 3) are so easy to suppress/crush with one poorly-placed comment or bookmark.

I don't say this to rant about how my own writing has been impacted by bookmarks, because while I'll bitch about it here, I'm not really thinking about myself. I'm thinking about the baby author or the new fandom arrival whose success and presence in this fandom is so tenuous, that one bookmark can knock them out of the game entirely. I'm talking about when we forget that there are real people, with real lives, on the other side of that ao3 username. The people who have quit writing because of stuff like this.

I'm not saying you have to like every fic. I'm not saying you can't rec fics to others with valid criticisms attached -- we all do it! Hey, I loved this fic but it's a little rough at the start! I've said that so many times. Would I ever put that in my public bookmark of that work? Absolutely not.

If you've erred with public bookmarks, it's not the end of the world. Make them private or maybe add some thoughts to the bookmark other than a rating. I've seen too many rating "codes" to believe it's all innocuous mistakes. And trust me, slapping a 2/5 on a poor little oneshot is one of the worst things you can do to a new or aspiring author.

/endrant

#sorry for the rant #i got a little carried away #asks #anon #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #writing things #author things #reader things

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Trust and Fall (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Trust and Fall

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series summary:  

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:  

It's in the title people. After the constant push and pull, Joker must finally trust and fall. Whoever said it would be easy?

author’s note:

WARNING CLIFFHANGER AHEAD!

Me and Joker's pants officially have beef. I had to edit this chapter too many times because I forgot he was wearing jeans and other minor details (Y/n's hair, shoes, the exact day in the storyline. Did you know the girls went to the club on a Thursday?) I'm sick of Joker wearing pants!! 🙄😂 Also to immerse yourself into Joker's mindset for this chapter, do please listen to The Wilhelm Scream by James Blake. Thank me when you get to that part in the chapter. Next chapter already has 1K in the drafts lol. I'm inspired... shoot me.

Also!! Happy Juneteenth! 👏🏾👏🏾

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Distant waves roared in the background as two lovers made their own melody there upon the shore.

The beach was empty since the hour was pushing well into the night, yet the two lovers were still caught up in their own world syncing their passion with the tides. If someone were in the area, the nearby ocean provided natural cover for their illicit affairs.

You bared down hard on Joker's shoulders as you came for the second time. Fresh, hot tears dotted your lash line as you swayed in place and cried out. "P-Pleasse, Joker.. I.. I c-can't!"

He knew your body better than yourself. The moment you pitched forward, he quickly stood to catch you— not wasting a second to lay you down on the sand. You gasped at the foreign texture touching your skin but Joker was right there to distract you from it all.

You reached up to caress his scars and for once he didn't jerk away in disgust.

He kept his glowing eyes fixated on you as he kissed your palm. He couldn't limit himself to just one kiss; no. He trailed his lips up from your palm to each individual finger. So much care was bestowed upon you; you didn't know the hand could be so sensitive.

Joker unlocked so many of your erogenous zones for future exploration. His focus on your fingers gave you enough time to catch your breath.

"J-Joker.. what are we doing?" Your question hung in the air as Joker pulled away to take you in.

You were lying prone on your back, hair askew and laced with sand but you looked breathtaking. A beam of light flooded the shore as the lighthouse circled overhead, highlighting your lust blown eyes and heaving chest. You looked f__kable and ripe for the taking.

Then everything was dark again and still, you shined. You shied away from Joker's hooded gaze. Too bad there wasn't much to cover up with. Your strappy dress was virtually useless and you felt more exposed than ever.

Joker's body swayed slightly, as if intoxicated, yet he remained alert enough to drive you insane. His eyes burned holes into your skin and the motion was amplified when he bit his lip, groaning.

"What're we doing? I was.. enjoying.. my dessert. I have quite the sweet tooth, re-mem-ber?" To prove his point, Joker ran his fingers along your skin, sending shivers in its wake.

"I-I remember.." You choked out.

He pushed the fabric of your dress up to your waist and chuckled to himself seeing the slick mess between your thighs. "I wanna 'nother taste."

Maybe it was instinctual or perhaps it was just Joker moving them aside but your legs parted like a delicate flower after hearing his desires.

Joker watched in a trance as you bloomed for his gaze. He removed his shirt before working on his stubborn zipper. He had yet to take his eyes off of you; however, you could sense the urgency in his actions.

"Joker..." you caressed his bare chest and reached his fly to assist when he smacked your hands away. "..ow, lemme help."

The only response you got was a sharp glare. Joker was on a solo mission to rid any barriers separating you from him. He just finished taking his pants off when you sat up to kiss him softly.

"Wait." You sighed on his neck. You trailed your kisses down his chest and tried pushing him back.

"Bunny. I can'T. Wait." He gritted through his teeth.

You heard the restraint in Joker's voice as you guided him to recline back in the sand. By the time you reached his navel, he was panting. "Impatient.. little. Ohhh Y/n..."

He watched you spit into your hand but he didn't put two and two together at the time. You quickly familiarize yourself with the weight and feel of Joker in your hand.

Soft, yet oh so rigid with prominent veins running up his shaft, Joker felt perfect in your fist. You never pampered him before and decided to take your time while you had the opportunity. Joker was always in control and gave gave gave. Never once did he consider—

"Yeahhh. Just like that.." He sighed as you gave him a test stroke.

He hissed, feeling your tongue dart out to slowly lick him from base to tip. You let your breath fan over the pinkish tip and watched as a bead of cum oozed out.

When you finally sucked the tip into your mouth and hummed, he was unable to stifle his broken whimper. The rush of power you felt rendering a man like Joker to winded pants was extraordinary. You wanted to hear all that he had to offer.

Of course that power went straight to your head and it gave you the confidence to go all out. With a mischievous grin you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him whole. Joker's head fell back in ecstasy. His hand found a home in your wind blown curls and used them as leverage. You'd fuss at him later for messing it up. Screw all of that right now.

Although Joker didn't initially buck his hips into your mouth, he made sure his grip on your hair controlled your moments. He didn't know if he'd last if you went too fast.

"Slow. Slowww..." He warned.

You rubbed your thighs together hearing Joker moan your name.

You rested your hands on his legs and let him guide you for a bit. He set a nice pace to slowly work himself up. Joker tasted odd, but not in an overly unpleasant way.

Honestly with his diet you were expecting the worst. It took your taste buds a sec to adapt to it but with the way Joker used your mouth like it was his personal fleshlight, you would definitely be doing this in the future. There would be plenty of time to familiarize yourself with his cock.

Hearing Joker's hitched breath and slurred speech sent tiny lightning bolts straight to your pussy. You gagged on his length and regained control back from Joker.

You sucked in a deep breath before bobbing your head up and down faster and jerking what little left of Joker that didn't fit down your throat, with your hands. Things got messy rather quickly and Joker seemed to thrive on it.

"Gooooood girl, that's my fuc— Ahh! My girl treatin' me so well! You want it that bad, doll? Wanna make me fe-el good, hmm?" You felt his pace falter, he was getting close, and you wanted nothing more for Joker to spill a load deep down your throat.

In fact, you craved it.

You encouraged him by humming around his cock- which only made him tighten his grip on your hair more and growl like a man possessed. Your jaw was getting tired but you doubled down your efforts to make Joker feel good. This was the first time you sucked him off. It had to be perfect so he would ask you to do it again.

He didn't know why he didn't instigate this before. Your mouth was so warm and wet, he literally couldn't focus on anything other than you bobbing, twisting, and sucking him to nirvana. He was almost embarrassed by how fast you got him off.

Joker was right there, teetering over the edge, but not quite over. He needed that final push so you provided it by locking eyes with his pools of juniper. Your eye contact as you sucked him off proved to be the cherry on top. This was not how he wanted to finish. As much as he enjoyed your mouth, there was another hole he wanted to cum in. That became the deciding factor for him.

"No! No no no no... NoT yet." He pushed your head away and reeled in his control.

He panted like a bull trying to curb his release. The random sea breeze did not help. His cock ached and the cool air hitting the wet surface was utter torture. You enjoyed every minute of Joker's anguish. A stroke of your finger and he could burst but where was the fun in that?

There were advantages with delayed gratification.

One, he would last longer and when he did let go, you'd see stars. You'd believe Joker was the one that hung them in the night sky once he was done with you.

Joker smirked to himself and finally calmed down. He opened his eyes and spotted you lying on your back staring at him with a smug grin. The sight had him throbbing just as badly as before. You thought you were in control. How cute.

He'd have so much fun putting you in your place.

"Mhmm, you taste so good." You twirled your tongue around your wet fingers to tease Joker. You swore you saw his eyes flash just then.

Something about playing with fire excited you. You knew you'd get burned but a part of you wanted to risk it all just to make Joker snap. You were the only person who could tear him apart and he only trusted you with the broken pieces. Only you could put him back together. His shy, quirky, adrenaline junky. Such an adorable cocktail you were.

If his Bunny wanted to play a game, fine. He'd join in and play the part of the big bad wolf. You yelped when Joker lunged forward to yank your dress off.

He caught your warning glare and snickered under his breath. So you heard that teeny tiny rip. You'd berate him for it later but at least the thing was still intact. He really wanted to tear it into two but he was mindful of his ruthlessness, (this time) plus he didn't want to hear your whining.

Well, at least not about clothes.

The high pitched whine that left your lips after he bit down on your nipple, now that was music to his ears. Joker was out for blood. He tossed your dress aside and wrestled your hands away from touching him and slithered one of his own down to your weeping core.

His lips left your breast with an audible pop to chuckle mercilessly when a gush of wetness coated his awaiting fingers.

"My, my Y/n! Just what could ma-ke a girl this.. wet mmmh? Did sucking my dick get cha all hot n' bothered? Oh c'mon bunny, you can tell meee."

Joker was a jerk if he expected you to reply as he rubbed fast circles on your clit. You could hear how wet you were with each flex of his hand. You cried out in agony and Joker's manic laughter soon followed. His sadistic side was rearing it ugly head and you'd be lying if you said you hated it.

Right as your legs began to shake uncontrollably, Joker pulled away and sucked on his sopping fingers. "Mhmm, you taste so good." He mocked.

Joker didn't give you a second to recoup. He quickly bottomed out within your walls with a throaty groan. You on the other hand opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out except a wheeze, sounding a bit like his name. The sudden stretch left you lightheaded.

He hunched over your body and grabbed fistfuls of sand, trying his hardest not to succumb to your fluttering walls. You squeezed his dick so tight, he couldn't move. The sharp sting of your nails dragging down his shoulders helped regain some semblance of clarity but it wasn't enough.

Once you relaxed around him (the lies, you were still clamping down on him like a vice) Joker flexed his hips to test things out. You hardly let him escape.

You whimpered as his second thrust stretched you out completely. "Ahh my Light, you take me.. sooooooo well. I-Is this okay?" He cooed down at you.

Usually you would've acknowledged his check in but not today.

It was insane how Joker could find your g spot like a bloodhound within the first few strokes. His aching tip was already knocking against it, as if marking it for demolition.

You drew in a shaky breath and found Joker's hypnotic green eyes watching your every facial expression. Your mind was gone but he still needed your consent. He was fine with waiting all night buried deep within your warmth until he got it.

For a brief moment all was still on the beach as Joker took in his Light. You were the only entity that deserved his full undivided attention. If possible, Joker fell right then and there all over again.

Your hands reached out to cup Joker's face and he didn't break eye contact with you to kiss your balmy skin. He wanted to slam his cock repeatedly into your pussy but he held back the urge.

You were almost coherent, he just had to be patient. Then he saw your slight nod. It was his cue to roll his hips and thus the spell was broken. You whimpered gently from the sensation and a thought struck him as he found a good rhythm.

Joker tipped his head back, laughing. "Hey Y/n, it's your.. first time at the uh, beach, and you're ahhh— already having sex. Such a... mmhm, f__k, Bunny you're so tight! I reallllly am a bad influence on ya huh? Greedy lil pussy." He whispered the last part to himself in between thrusts.

You shuddered at his hushed praise and cried out. "F-Faster, Joker."

He raised an eyebrow at your broken plea. "Ohh? Faster? Are ya sure?"

You pulled his hair and received a sinister growl far louder than the ocean waves. The orbiting light hit Joker just right, casting him to be the devil incarnate with his marred grin. You were in for it big time.

"As you wish, my Light." After that, Joker lost himself in the feel of your body.

He took what he wanted from you and gave it back tenfold. He sped up until tears dotted your lashes. He didn't stop even when your back bowed off the sand like an exorcist gone right. Sand was all in your hair with how you tossed it side to side in pleasure.

Joker flipped over at one point so you were on top like the proper goddess you are.

Tonight was a first for everything apparently. He let you have the spotlight and it was quite the rush. Joker's attention was focused solely on you and nothing else. You felt exposed in the midnight air and your fear of being seen crept to the surface until Joker's hands began to roam over your body reassuringly.

If there was a flaw you were self conscious about, Joker eradicated it from your mind. Each caress was an offering to your melanin altar. The skin on skin sensation was euphoric and Joker slowed things down to give your body even more attention if such a thing were possible. It felt like his calloused fingertips were everywhere. Just because he slowed down didn't mean his thrust into you weren't powerful.

Slow and deep was the name of the game and with the current position, you were filled to the brim with each pump of Joker's dick. His tip kept grinding into your g spot with each slow grind and it felt like he was in your throat again.

It was proving to be too much to handle yet you still gave it your all and worked your hips in crazy figure eights, riding Joker straight to your peak.

Your hands sought out anything they could grab ahold of and Joker's hands happily found their favorite hold on your hips. More bruises to add to the collection that never healed. They were a testament to Joker's obsession to have you as close to him as possible.

His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he continued to abuse your g spot over and over. Joker was having way too much fun watching you beg for something you couldn't even say. Lust had clouded your brain and dumbed your speech. If being a cruel lover kept you trapped in ecstasy, moaning those sinful melodies into the night air, Joker would never stop. You sounded angelic crying out for him.

He wanted to torture you even further and used his thumb to rub erratic circles on your clit. The reaction was instantaneous.

You tried saying his name but only the first letter escaped from your lips. He loved it.

"Shh shh it's okay, Y/n. You.. f__k meee, you feel so d__n good! You can call me J if ya want, doll. I'll call you.. fu—"

One particular thrust made him choke up when you clamped down on him unexpectedly. He chuckled darkly under his breath. "Imma call you m-mine. My Light."

Joker had enough of this slow and steady s__t.

He dug his heels into the sand and began thrusting his hips up into you at breakneck speed. You gave up riding him a long time ago but you screamed at the new pace he set. It was borderline assault at this point, but it felt exquisite. Pain and pleasure; it was one and the same.

You clawed your nails down his abs, leaving bright red welts, some bubbling up with blood, and chanted Joker's now shortened name over and over till your voice grew hoarse.

"Atta girl. Mmhm-ark me up my Light." His words fizzled into subdued whimpers from the pain kissing his skin.

He hoped spanking you covered up the moans he made. As if you were coherent enough to hear them. You were too far gone. "J, I'm..I-I!"

His hips lost its rhythm but you came undone still babbling his new nickname like a hymn. Your hand flew up to your head as it swam in pleasure while everything else around you came crashing down. Joker loved seeing you riding your high. You glowed from the inside out, it was almost too precious to witness.

You were truly his favorite strain of drug and he was dangerously close to overdosing. Joker lost the willpower to hold back and ascended to a different plain. He couldn't think straight, he just yanked you down and poured his heart out in the heat of the moment, straight into your ear.

"My light.. all m-mine. You.. you complete me.."

He gave up trying to keep quiet. Nothing else mattered except prolonging your orgasm and finding his own, which wasn't hard to do. With the way your pussy was spazzing over his dick, he had mere seconds hold you still before he painted your walls white with his cum.

"I.. can't.. stop." Joker bit down on your shoulder to stifle his loud groan as he worked the last of his cum inside your pussy. It pained him to continue however, a primal need to keep going overpowered all thought.

An unexpected orgasm slammed into you like a freight train as a result. You sobbed and convulsed in pleasure. Joker held you closer and only stopped when his passion gave way to exhaustion.

Everything was fuzzy and hypersensitive and the nearby lighthouse shined too bright, or perhaps that was just your aura blinding him.

Joker could feel each ragged breath you took while lying on his chest. Still connected with no plans of separating; he was content on floating away but once you shivered, his protective instincts kicked in no matter how exhausted he was. His throat was dry yet he cleared it to check on you.

"You uhh, you okay, Y/n?" His hypersensitivity picked up your hair shifting on his neck. A weak nod.

Joker wanted a verbal confirmation so he brushed his fingers down your spine. You jerked weakly, "Mm–mkay, just sensssitive."

That was better. He weakly chuckled, "Yeah.. me too."

An aftershock hit him mid sentence and you whined feeling him throb inside.

Everything was heightened times a hundred. Joker could see each star up close in the night sky and swore he could feel every grain of sand as it touched his body. He could tolerate the coarse texture but this was your first time at the beach. It must be unpleasant at this point.

It wasn't much but Joker draped your dress over your body to ward off the midnight chill. Your body heat was enough for him. Then both of you dozed off with the ocean waves as white noise.

It was rare that Joker slept in.

He was grateful you introduced him to the joy (and health benefits) of eight plus hours of sleep, however he was still a creature of habit and retained some of his light sleeper tendencies.

Years of staying alert trained him to snag the bare minimum amount of sleep in order to stay alive. If there was any noise, he heard it. Nothing got past him, not even a flicker of light. Call it paranoia, anxiety, whatever. Joker called it survival. However nowadays, Joker could sleep like the dead through an earthquake. He was still on the fence if that was a good or bad thing.

When Joker woke up, lying on a proper bed, not coarse beach sand, he had every right to panic.

He didn't remember much after dozing off on the beach but the embarrassing walk back to the SUV? Now that? That he remembered very well.

The lighthouse was off but the sun had yet to break on the horizon. He didn't realize just how exhausted he was until he stumbled back up the steep shoreline and almost cracked his head open. You thought it was hilarious. He grumbled out a few threats that only made you snort louder.

You tried to help Joker despite him adamantly refusing your assistance. Like clockwork he was back to his old callous ways. Little did you know.

To you it was obvious that Joker only cared about you during sex. After the desire died down, he turned cold. His weird, out of character behavior, where you were the Light in his dark, corrupt world had vanished just as mysteriously as it had appeared.

You were back to being Y/n, a thorn in his side that he only tolerated when he wanted his dick wet.

You tried not to let that get to you but the constant reminder hurt. You enjoyed your heated trysts with Joker but dang it, you were a romance writer! You desired more from him. It was in your nature! Deep down you knew you wouldn't receive anything else from him and knowing the truth hurt far worse.

Five months, Y/n. This is just temporary. Nothing more, nothing less. Please don't complicate things further.

You took a breath to expel your negative thoughts and focused on helping your exhausted lover to the car. It was like herding cattle. A cranky Joker was infuriating, yet equal parts amusing. Thank goodness he didn't have any knives or other weapons for him to make due on his many threats to you.

You wondered what he could actually achieve with a vegetable peeler. Nope. You didn't want to know. It could make good material for the WHB's fourth installment. Maybe Hunter could take up knives instead of archery.

By some miracle you got Joker buckled in the passenger seat but you ran into another problem. Joker roused out of his nap a few times to the sound of your worrisome rambling and the SUV's safety systems beeping.

It had been ages since you drove okay?!

You had a bad habit of talking to yourself when you were under duress and trying to navigate the SUV back to the beach house was proving to be quite the task.

Joker made driving the luxury vehicle look so easy earlier but you were already behind the wheel and you refused to let Joker drive in his current drowsy state. He was a terrible driver fully awake. Just imagine him now with one eye open. You were not dying today.

You just took things slow and panicked the entire time. "Bruh! I'm in my lane, I promise!"

The navigation calm's voice also reminded you of the upcoming turn half a mile out and thank goodness. The island was pitch dark with little street lamps to illuminate the roads. You stole a peek at your passenger slumped in his seat and dead to the world. He deserved to rest after flying for four hours straight earlier.

You would never take the subway for granted ever again after today.

Somehow you got the two of you back to the house in one piece. You were shaking like a leaf. The long day had officially caught up to you. You yawned and found yourself resting on the steering wheel to catch a few z's before heading inside. That's how Joker found you. All he needed was a quick power nap to rejuvenate his energy bar.

He cracked an eye open and noticed the SUV was parked in front of the house with you slumped at the wheel.

He overheard your nervous one sided conversation on the drive back to the house. Joker was so proud of you for driving for the first time in years and in an unknown city to boot! He wanted to reward you for such a job well done but for now he would acknowledge your exhaustion. You weren't moving any further on your own. It was time for him to take over.

Joker unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He spotted your bright pink heels in the backseat next to his white sneakers and paused.

"She drove barefoot? Now that's kinda hot." Joker mused to himself as he opened the door.

Joker removed your seatbelt and tried picking you up. You groaned in protest but relaxed when his voice floated in your ears.

"Time to get sleeping beauty to bed, yeah?" He bit back a grin when your head lolled back and forth in agreement.

He had your permission now. And you went willingly once he wrapped his arm under your knees and secured a good grip on your back. You were out for the count yet you never looked more breathtaking to him. Your cheeks were still flush from your most recent orgasm and your hair was absolutely ruined.

The beautiful curls were all but gone and he could make a sandcastle with the amount of sand trapped inside. You'd yell at him later for that amongst countless other things. And for once he'd take the blame.

He eyed the slight tear in your dress and cringed. At least it wasn't torn in two.

Joker's green eyes roamed your features from the SUV all the way up to the master bedroom. He was so lucky to have you and he needed to fix things so he could keep you.

Joker took great care changing you out of your dirty outfit into a clean pair of pjs before lifting your head (shaking it free of sand) and oh so gently placing your bonnet over your hair. You'd have to wash it soon but at least it wouldn't be a tangled mess. He would never hear the end of it if that happened.

You looked so peaceful all tucked into bed. Joker wanted to join you but first he had to straighten out some loose ends.

He couldn't help but to reach out and trace your parted lips with his thumb.

He tensed up when you moaned his name and began to stir. He thought you were waking up, which was fine by him, although you needed your rest. He'd have the whole weekend to mess with you. After a while you settled down and curled back up. He would join you very soon.

But first, a phone call. Frost is gonna be so pissed..

Joker needed some time away from Gotham City to think. He needed to work out this new development between the two of you and brainstorm a solid game plan going forward.

You ruined each and every one of his goals. Sure he still wanted to watch the world burn, but now that he found his Light, things weren't so simple anymore.

He could still terrorize the city but what about his most precious secret, vulnerable and subject to danger? Two Face already got his hands on you once. Joker couldn't afford for a second chance to occur. Right now Dent was unable to retaliate but once he reassembled his organization, what would stop him from hurting you again? Or rather someone else?

Joker needed to establish better safeguards and backup plans to counteract those backup plans— something he never did before. Enough was enough. He couldn't play around with your safety anymore. He thought of this and your newfound role in his life as he stripped down and crawled into bed behind you.

You were so unaware of the dangers lurking around you, him included. His poor defenseless Bunny. Joker never considered himself as your knight in shining armor. He was supposed to be the villain in your story, not the savior.

Joker wondered how things would be if you never met him back in Chinatown that day.

For starters you'd still be sheltered in your apartment like the introverted Princess you were, still writing stories you could only imagine yourself living. You would be naïve to him and the ever present danger in Gotham City; having never experienced it firsthand. Your charity gala would have gone off without a hitch and maybe you would be actively working on the fourth installment to Will Hunter Bill instead of being laid up with him with a target on your back.

Your life would be normal, no doubt boring, but otherwise safe and blissfully unaware.

Joker often wondered how you'd react if he just left; no warning or explanation. He bristled just thinking about such a horrid scenario and held you closer.

Joker didn't have the strength to desert you like that. Perhaps before he became emotionally involved he could have. Joker should have left when he still slept on your antique couch, back when his gunshot wound was fresh, and when you feared him more.

But for some unknown reason, he stuck around. Joker was known for killing hostages yet he allowed you to live despite the way you talked back to him.

You fed him, nursed him somewhat back to health, and let him sleep under your roof, not expecting a single form of payment in return. You did it all out of the kindness of your heart. Looking back, Joker was doomed from the start. You had some kind of power over him. You wormed your way past his defenses right from the beginning and rooted deep.

He should have never agreed to be your temporary roommate. That was his first mistake. He should have never cared about your feelings and most importantly, he should have never gotten romantically involved.

But your sweet face wet with tears after Frost rescued you from The Prosperity was the catalyst that finally did him in. That was the night Joker kissed you for the first time. The night he vowed to keep you safe, even from himself.

"I won't leave you again, bunny. I won't Y/n. I promise."

Joker began to realize just how precious you were after that night, even when you left to be with another. Absence truly made his heart more obsessed, or however the saying went.

Those two weeks were the darkest days of his entire life. Watching you get kidnapped immediately after your return was the last straw for his sanity. He became a nervous wreck until he got you back in his arms. Joker has been trying to prove he's the right choice for you ever since.

He didn't understand much about this love stuff. He did know that he fell hard for you.

Might as well since you wanted to be with him despite the odds. You deserved so much better but there wasn't anyone else in your opinion who could compare. Joker just didn't know that part yet. You had your claws buried deep in him and he wasn't going anywhere and the feeling was mutual.

The two of you crossed the point of no return a long time ago. Joker was finally opening his eyes to the truth.

He revealed his face, a crucial part of himself, to you. He trusted you with that secret. There were so many aspects of himself that he kept sharing that even he didn't know about. His identity, his feelings.. he laid it all bare for you. You could have it all. Joker trusted you completely and he hoped that you trusted him in like manner.

You.. did something to him. You made his head all staticky and his chest heavy and tight. He didn't know about his goals and dreams anymore. They didn't matter anymore. All that he knew was he fell so deep he might as well love you. Joker finally accepted it and it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He frowned up at the ceiling. Was there supposed to be more to this? Maybe if you were awake and could hear him say it it would feel more celebratory.

Joker glanced down at your peaceful face nestled in his arms and decided to practice. "Bunny, I uhhh.. I. I um.."

This was stupid. He could mentally say it all night long but when it came time to verbally say it— ugh!

He couldn't speak it into existence just yet. What if you didn't feel the same way or thought he was crazy and kicked him out of your life? You disrupted his life with that illuminating smile of yours; he didn't want to see it go away all because of three simple words.

This is why he never got emotionally involved!! Joker feared nothing but in that moment, watching your shoulders rise and fall in time with your gentle breaths, he feared you knowing his true feelings. He feared being rejected. He feared loving you.

Joker wondered why as he fell asleep and it was the first thing on his mind when he woke up alone.

The covers were pulled back on your side of the bed and all was quiet in the room. It was rare that Joker slept in and it was supposed to be impossible for you to leave the room (much less escape the tight grip he had on you) without him rousing awake.

He was slipping but that was a concern for another day.

Operation: Find Y/n took top priority.

Maybe you went to the bathroom or got restless and roamed around the house. You did have bad insomnia. These were more plausible scenarios however Joker's thoughts were never safe and they took a nosedive into darker territory, assuming the worst. Anything might've happened as to why you weren't in bed with him.

Did Two Face manage to track you down and steal you away? Did Batman somehow find the house and convince you to leave? You were technically Joker's hostage. Not like you were acting like one; that narrative was destroyed a long time ago. But still. Fat chance of Batman believing you were here of your own accord though.

Your disappearance could be an inside job. Joker didn't have much rep here in Massachusetts (he really needed to pay them a visit and strengthen their bond.) The small gang here could have sent hitmen to the house to kill him off but found you instead.

Go for the lover; make them suffer. It's a foolproof tactic that Joker ingrained in his men. No harm no foul towards them for listening to his instructions...

Or the worst scenario.

The incident in Atlanta, (that he should have handled more efficiently) could have followed him here. Joker really hoped that wasn't the case but all of his fears of losing you evaporated when he smelled food in the air.

Of course you were cooking. 'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day'! you always reminded him.

Joker shook all of his negative thoughts away. No one took you away. You were safe here with him. He repeated that mantra as he rolled out of bed and stepped into some pants to go put his doubts to rest. It wouldn't be the first time his sick mind played tricks on him. Sometimes he had to see things to actually believe them.

And you were a sight for sore eyes.

You were dancing in the kitchen when you heard footsteps descending the stairs. As far as you knew, only you and Joker occupied the house so without turning around, you called out your greeting.

"Morning Joker!" You set a plate of eggs on the table right as he walked in the kitchen.

You found the duffel bag he packed since your hair was freshly washed and styled into two curly space buns with two wayward strands framing your face. You still wore the matching pj set he dressed you in having nothing else to wear.

Joker was still shirtless and it allowed you to take in all of the scratches your nails left when he came closer to wash his hands at the sink. "Uh... good morning Joker."

He pulled various drawers out on the hunt to find a fork, completely ignoring you and your greeting. You blinked in disbelief.

"This man and his flipping mood swings I swear." You thought to yourself.

"Boy.. I know you ain't ignoring me. Joker. Joker?!"

He found some utensils and walked right past you, much to your ire. His focus was on the food you laid out on the center table. Simple eggs and bacon but it smelled heavenly. You even made biscuits, stacked neatly on the side.

"I know you hear me, J. Are you suddenly deaf?"

He smirked and pecked your cheek in passing. "No I'm noT." You shoved him away and crossed your arms.

Joker snickered as he grabbed a steaming biscuit with his bare hands. You stared at him until things finally clicked. "J?"

"Yeah, Bunny?" He hummed while cramming bacon and eggs into his makeshift breakfast sandwich.

Joker was such a man child; it irked your soul. Why did he bother searching for a fork if he planned on eating with his bare hands? You slid a jar of jelly you found in the fridge his way and he wasted no time drowning his biscuit monstrosity with it. The man had a sweet tooth like no other.

You made a face, both disgusted and amused at the sight. "Wowwww. So you only respond to J now?"

"If you got a new nickname, so did I." He bit into his sandwich and no surprise, grape jelly oozed out the sides, making a huge mess.

It was more sugar than nutrition at this point yet he was onto something. You built a sandwich for yourself and asked, "Great another nickname. Like I don't have enough already. What're you calling me now?"

Joker rolled his green eyes towards you. You were seated at the table eating your breakfast like a prim and proper lady unlike Joker who attacked his like a starved man. He blamed prison for his lack of manners.

He looked up at the ceiling as he chewed loudly in thought.

"Mmm... take a guessss, Y/n. I kept chanting it in your ear last night after each.. hard.. thrust." He reached out and traced the curve of your ear affectionately and the flirtatious action sparked your memory.

You remembered now amongst other things. This orange juice was very good! Some time passed as you stared out the window, drank your juice– anything to avoid Joker's knowing eyes.

You were sore this morning with Joker being one hundred percent at fault and he knew it.You cleared your throat and faced Joker who was openly smug with his stuffed cheeks and jelly stained lips. And this was the same man that rearranged your guts last night. Honestly..

"R-Right. That. I'll admit being called Light will take some getting used to." You jumped when Joker hooked his arm around your chair and dragged you closer to him. "J.."

You were killing him. His shortened name sounded so sweet tumbling from your lips like a prayer. He licked his mouth clean before leaning in.

"It's what you are. As a writer... I hope you uhh, under-stand.. the ah, deeper meaning." You listened to the cant of his voice and which words he stressed and didn't. It was a performance every time Joker spoke and it made his words far more important.

"I-I do but.." You trailed off.

Joker hummed offhandedly and kissed down your neck. Curse you for putting your hair up into buns. He had free access to do as he pleased. His lips were sticky as they came in contact with your skin. His agile tongue cleaned it right away.

"J.. stop. Our breakfast is getting cold a-and.. mm, we are not having sex again after last night!" Now that made him pause.

The temperature in the kitchen dropped a good ten degrees. "..and why noT?" He drawled.

You shivered seeing his jade eyes pin you in place. If looks could kill, you'd be floating in the Gotham River. You had to answer carefully so Joker didn't take offense.

"Let's just say, umm, sand got in places where sand shouldn't be?" You winced and looked away.

Thank goodness Joker was smart and put two and two together. He quirked an eyebrow as his eyes darted from your lap to your e/c eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He saw you shake your head.

"Nothing a soak in the tub won't fix. I saw a big one in the master bath upstairs. I'll do that later though." You turned back to your plate, polishing up the meal you made before reaching across the way to add a spoonful of fruit to your helping. Joker watched somewhat lost in thought.

He noticed you liked fruit. You always kept the fridge at your penthouse stocked with a wide variety and while on vacation your taste buds craved it.

You bit into a juicy strawberry right as Joker asked, "Can I join ya?"

His eyes were locked onto your lips but you covered it to answer him. You and your dumb manners.

"Joker." He grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "J," you corrected yourself, "I need space and you might not believe it, but so you do. Everyone deserves some alone time every now and then."

Of course Joker didn't agree.

You could tell by the frown darkening his face. It made his scars more pronounced and harsher on the eye. You wondered what nonsense he was gonna spout when he shifted to face you. "I thought that uhh, nasty mood of yours was gone. WhaT. Gives?"

Joker was confused when you heaved a sigh. You pushed a blueberry around your plate and tried to explain things.

"That 'nasty mood' is called a social burnout. It's an introvert thing, not like you could relate. But, it never goes away completely. It's always lurking in the background like a dark cloud ready to dampen my mood. When I don't have enough spoons to handle all of the social events Cindy schedules for me, I suffer through and face the inevitable. A 'introvert hangover' lasts indefinitely until I mentally recharge. If I don't, then I slip into depression. So I'm sorry to burst your bubble if you thought one trip to the beach, and umm.. a-amazing sex, fixed my mood completely."

The kitchen was quiet after your informative speech.

Joker was kind of disappointed to learn he didn't cure your sour mood. It just meant he had to try harder. Your confession opened his eyes to the fact there was still so much that he didn't know about you. You were still a puzzle he would never solve.

"What else are you hiding from me, Y/n?"

Joker's question caught you off guard. "Huh? Oh uh.. well I guess a lot of stuff but I mean, we're even. There's a boat ton that I don't know about you." You mused.

Joker felt embarrassment for the first time. He was trying to pry information out of you and it instantly backfired. You shared so much about yourself and he rarely returned the favor.

"But it doesn't matter. I know enough." You pushed your plate away and stood up to stretch.

Joker was left in a daze as you blatantly disregarded his failure at being more open with you.

The two of you were trying to be a couple however he still kept so much from you. Even if he was Gotham City's most notorious criminal shrouded in mystery, as his lover? Roommate? Friends with benefits? Whatever you are! You deserve to know more about him.

Which begged the question; what were you to Joker? He wanted to say those three magic words so badly.. but would it change anything if he said them?

Labels. What a concept.

"Hey J, I found this on the front porch this morning."

Joker was forced out of his thoughts when you walked away to grab a manila envelope. It crinkled loudly as you passed it to Joker.

"It looked important and I um.. well I didn't want to bother your operations so I didn't mess with it." You explained with a sheepish smile.

"Good girl." Joker praised you and ripped open the fat envelope to peek inside. You flushed at the compliment but noticed Joker's entire mood change thereafter.

Whatever it was inside, it wasn't good. Joker's facial expression didn't change but there was a subtle tick in his jaw and his grip on the folder tightened as he briefly glanced over the contents.

"Is... everything okay?" Jade eyes flickered over to you.

You saw so much yet so little swirling within his guarded glare. Trust was a two way street and both of you gave it freely but in that moment, Joker put up a barricade to keep you out.

"It will be. Listen Y/n.." He flung the missive onto the table and approached you slowly.

You knew things were serious. Joker held your gaze and not once did he exaggerate his words.

"I don't want you going anywhere alone for the foreseeable future." He rubbed your arms in what he thought was a reassuring manner but it did the exact opposite.

"Joker. You're scaring me."

He couldn't fix his lips and tell you the truth. He needed to be strong to protect you. Somehow he would find a way around this and keep you safe. He had to. Joker couldn't stop your incoming tears but he could hold you close and offer support.

"Bunny, I never, never, want to scare you mkay?" Joker leaned back so he could tip your chin up to look at him. "I— um. You know I got you, right?"

You replied back, "I-I know..."

Joker sighed and pulled you in for another bone crushing hug. It was on the tip of his tongue. Why couldn't he just tell you? This was gonna eat him alive until he finally said it.

You picked up Joker hesitating with his words and it wasn't his usual theatrical kind either.

Something wasn't right but this unexpected affection from Joker outweighed your fear of the unknown. You weren't used to him being affectionate outside of the bedroom so you soaked up the feeling while it lasted. You wrapped your arms around him but when your head turned to rest on his chest, your eyes landed on the ominous envelope.

It looked so innocent lying on the table. You wondered what it contained to have Joker so concerned.

He placed kisses on the crown of your head and rubbed your back in warm, erratic circles. Everything about this touchy moment had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Perhaps Joker did care about you– just in his own special way.

Maybe just maybe, he felt the same way you did.

Joker held you for like forever until you yawned loudly.

He thanked you for cooking breakfast and whisked you back to bed, claiming you needed a nap. You didn't protest since you were rather sleepy from getting up so early. You woke up sometime around seven with a full bladder and a roaring stomach. You found the bathroom just fine but tripped over something on the way to the kitchen.

For someone who 'didn't plan ahead' Joker did just that.

A duffel bag filled with more personal care products, underwear, (how he got a hold of them you weren't quite sure) and etc. were mixed in with his things and the wayward weapon. You pulled out your favorite brand of shampoo and a magazine clip of bullets. Honestly you weren't even surprised anymore.

After washing and styling your hair, you rummaged through the kitchen in search for the necessary pots and pans needed to cook breakfast.

Whoever prepared the house for the weekend stocked the fridge but it was still bare compared to what you were used to back at home.

They expected you and Joker to just spend one night. You hoped Joker moved the itinerary around in order to stay for the weekend. You liked it here and it was good for your mental recuperation.

A Saturday nap would do you some good but you couldn't go to sleep to save your life. The only reason Joker tucked you in was so he could read over whatever was inside that envelope without you looking over his shoulder. A part of you wished you peeked inside when you first found it.

You stepped outside to get some fresh air and spotted it lying on the ground. It reminded you of the unmarked brown box Joker's goon gave him at the airport, so you brought it inside, thinking nothing more of it as you cooked breakfast.

Now well after the fact, your curiosity was itching to find out what it was. It had The Joker rattled so it must be something big. You wiggled under the covers coming up with possible scenarios like it was some huge plot twist in a book. You were caught up in your imaginary theories, you failed to notice Joker watching you from the bedroom door.

He was leaning on the frame enjoying the show as cute little pouts weighed down your lips. You must've been doing some intense thinking, he almost felt bad for interrupting.

"Did you even ~try~ to sleep?" You jumped and whipped your gaze to the door. Joker looked oddly normal standing there.

His hair was swept back and with his arms crossed you could admire his muscles in all their glory. Joker was the ideal build in your opinion. You noticed his sleeping pants hung low on his hips and you were shocked to see angry red scratches all over his body in the morning light.

He followed your stare and laughed.

"Oh these? My Bunny got some claws on her. Marked me uP real gooood. Wanna see the back?" He winked and turned around before you could tell him yes.

You did uh.. quite the number on him. Joker had several irritated welts running down his back. When did you even....? You glanced down at your nails in shock. 

Joker grabbed your hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Mhmm, you did that Sugar. Andddd. I. Loved. It."

Joker bopped you on the nose with your own finger. Of course you jumped. He was acting weird. He must've noticed your side eye since he leaned over you to kiss you gently. You could never say no to that.

"What's that pretty lil brain thinkin' bout, hmm?" He asked. You were frozen in place when he hummed and kissed you again. Surely you were dreaming.

You managed to fall asleep and this was your dream. A different version of Joker who took his time learning the curve of your lips with his own. Joker who took a deep breath before cupping the back of your neck to guide your lips more on his.

A different lover who thrived on the soft sighs that escaped your lips but didn't push things further unless you wanted to. Light caressing on your body proved Joker had a far gentler side that no one would ever know about except you. He leaned back so you could see emeralds shining down at you. He even looked at you differently!

The flecks of gold in his eyes reflected the devotion his mouth failed to express. Speaking of..

Joker parted his lips to speak, "I need to tell you-"

You reached up to grab ahold of his hair. "No.. no more talking..." Your finger wound itself around a brown curl and tugged. "Just keep kissing me, please."

Joker searched your eyes for something; whether he found it or not, you'd never know. He heard your plea and swallowed up your airy whine with another kiss. Nothing else was spoken.

Okay so maybe you and Joker did talk a bit. Well talking with your bodies for two days straight.

He treated you like royalty, the Light in his life, the sole meaning to his cruel existence. There wasn't a second that went by that you didn't question Joker's intentions with you. They were clear as day. You felt stupid for thinking otherwise.

He took your knowledge about introvert burnout and did everything in his power to nip it in the bud correctly. He took you out to buy some clothes and also to stock up the fridge to meet your standards. A stroll to an ice cream parlor was the perfect setting to announce the two of you were staying in the Vineyard until Monday.

You dropped your cone as you tackled Joker with a hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You chanted.

He could still feel your body squeezing his own in the midday sun. A hug had never felt so good. The kiss that followed was ten times better.

Joker disappeared for a few minutes and you panicked until he reappeared with a devilish grin on his face and a replacement ice cream cone, (insert favorite flavor) of course.

You remembered the taste of it as he drove you back to the house, holding your left hand with his right, despite you griping about his horrendous driving. Not once did you notice the faint aroma of flowers. Once again Joker was acting strange, asking you to put up the groceries while he handled some things.

You rolled your eyes but left him to own devices as you rearranged the groceries inside the fridge. Half an hour later, Joker scared you half to death, jumping out from a blind spot and tugging you up the stairs– going on about some kind of surprise.

He stood behind you, covering your eyes and doing a terrible job at navigating, until he lifted them away and flipped your world upside down.

"J... when did you..?" You walked closer to the bathtub where tea candles and fresh roses floated in the water.

It was the perfect romantic scene straight out of your favorite novel. You swore it was corny when done in different variations of media but now that you experienced it firsthand, the gesture was so sweet.

"You wanted to soak so I uh.." He waved at the setup, at a loss for words. It was dark in the bathroom but you still noticed Joker licking his lips– a sign of his nerves.

"Just. Bathe or whatever so we can have sex late-rr."

He left you to it and you tried your hardest not to laugh at his flustered retreat. You'd never seen him so nervous before. It was cute. Joker could be considerate in his own unusual way. You were sore from the beach sand so you didn't waste the hot water and you thanked Joker for his kind gesture later on that night. And the night after that and.. ahhh, you get the idea.

Joker had you addicted. If you weren't tangled up in the sheets with him, you were enjoying the vast grounds on the property.

There was a trail leading towards a private beach, a mini flower garden, and the detached house had another patio that rivaled the main terrace. You sat out there with a notepad and pen to dot down a few ideas for your book almost all Sunday afternoon.

The words flowed naturally from being surrounded by serenity. There was no such thing as writer's block when your mind was so clear. Quite honestly, you couldn't remember the last time you took a vacation to reset your brain. Was it before you started writing the sequel to WHB? That felt like such a long time ago. You went to visit Mom and Dad at the beginning of this year but that didn't count as a getaway.

This short weekend that Joker carved out for you was a true vacation. You'd remember this excursion forever. Joker made sure of that with everything little thing he did.

Unfortunately the weekend came and went and now it was time to return to reality. You mourned the moment when Joker would revert back his cold, detached demeanor. But that wasn't the case.

Joker woke you up early Monday morning with gentle kisses down your spine while ambling off the day's itinerary on your skin. First, finish up the food in the fridge, followed by a quick shower together, before driving to the airport to board the jet back to Gotham City. Joker would fly again and he encouraged you to nap during the four hour travel time. He expected the arrival time around 10am.

You assumed that once Joker was back within Gotham's city limits he would be his old self again but he surprised you yet again.

Once he landed the plane, he helped you down the stairs, (you were not a morning owl) and into the idling car on the tarmac. You were waiting for him to hop in behind you but instead he was sounding off instructions to the driver.

"Take her direct-ly to her apartment. Do not stoP for coffee. She goes straight home." His voice was deep and menacing to his goon and it sent shivers down your spine hearing it.

This was The Joker everyone feared. He was turning to walk away but you quickly rolled the window down to call out to him. "J wait!"

He smiled to himself hearing you use his shortened name more frequently. Joker was too stiff you mentioned one night as the two of you lounged out on the terrace.

"J sounds more personal, more intimate you know?"

Joker had yet to officially talk to you about his feelings but you easily noticed his behavior change towards you. His devotion to you wasn't limited to just the beach house. You needed to know that even if he couldn't verbally communicate it.

"Aren't you coming back with me?" You asked him through the window. You could barely keep your eyes open, you were so tired.

Joker sighed and walked over to rub his thumb against your cheek. He concealed his face the moment the plane touched down on the tarmac but you instinctively knew the corners of his mouth were tipped up in a smile.

There was always a smirk on Joker's face when he looked at you. His Light gave him a reason to smile. And this was the Joker you knew and never feared.

"No baby doll. I'll be bacK before you uhh, notice.. me gone, mkay?" He pushed his mask down enough to kiss you and sent a glare at the driver who dared try to watch.

Just because he was openly affectionate with you didn't mean it was an invitation to stare. He was definitely killing this idiot later.

It was just another thing he needed to inform his men about. Establishing tighter security, reviewing protocol on manners, (revolving around you) some extensive damage control and burning old bridges for a brighter future. He had a lot to cover today.

You knew what Joker was gonna say next. "Yeah yeah, don't wait up. I get it. You can go" You waved him off.

Still had a mouth on you..

"Watch iT, Bunny." He narrowed his eyes but stepped away so the town car and the second vehicle trailing behind it could leave.

From now on you'll have a security detail 24/7. He was a fool for not assigning one before everything happened. But things are different now. He was determined to keep his Light safe. Joker had half a mind on calling them back and going with you but he was serious on debriefing his men today.

He needed to visit home base and by no means did Joker want you caught up in his organization more than you already were. There would be a clear divide between you and his work in order to keep you safe.

Still, he never took his eyes off your car until it turned the corner. He had a bad feeling about this.

Joker's goon dropped you off at your penthouse and sped off before you could even close the car door. You rolled your eyes and fished out your key before walking into the main lobby.

Everything was the same and the front desk attendant still greeted you warmly as you asked if there was any mail or messages. Surprisingly nothing came since you left for Atlanta Thursday night. Your bed was calling your name. You were bone tired from your red eye flight with Joker.

But most importantly you were glad to be home. Your quiet abode tucked away from everything that made Gotham City so famous. All the bright lights and noise ceased once you stepped foot into your high rise home. You unlocked the door with a smile. Just the way you left it. God, you needed to clean.

You walked in, turning on lights along the way to the kitchen. You had plans to grab some water for your plants but you screamed bloody murder instead.

You hurled your shoe at the person seated at your island as if he owned the place. He probably thought he did. "Why are you in my apartment, Grayson?!"

Dick was helping himself to the groceries you and Joker bought before the weekend getaway. This man stayed raiding your fridge..

Based on previous experiences, you would need to buy more since Dick could eat you out of house and home. He would stay for days as if this was his penthouse until he got bored and left. Oh no. You wondered if he discovered any of Joker's belongings. Now was not the time to panic.

Dick flashed you a handsome smile before slapping a magazine down on the counter. "You tell me, Y/n. Someone's been a naughty, naughty girl."

Okay. Maybe it was time to panic.

"What?" You stomped over and snatched the gossip mag up to read it thoroughly. Your stomach dropped like a stone reading the cover.

HOT! HOT! HOT! Popular YA & romance author, Y/n L/n spotted leaving Atlanta club with secret lover.

Some paparazzi managed to snap the perfect photo of you and Joker leaving Euphoria dead late Thursday night without being seen. Joker, whose face was miraculously obscured from the shot, was seen carrying you bridal style out of the club. You wondered how Joker transported you from the club to the hotel room after he tore your dress. Here was the answer.

You were pictured wearing only Joker's suit jacket with your legs completely bare, save for the heels adorning your feet. Joker held you possessively and it didn't take a cryogenics scientist to deduce the two of you recently had sex. Your bed head was enough evidence and Joker didn't look any better.

You could hear Cindy screaming now. Oh but it gets better!

Another picture was printed of you and Joker while out shopping Saturday afternoon in the Vineyard. Your heel strap came loose and Joker was ever the gentleman that day. He bent down to fix it right there on the sidewalk.

He was captured tying it back together with his back to the camera while you gazed lovingly down at him, biting your lip. A follow-up shot showed you kissing him with your hands buried in his hair.

You remembered that kiss. He still tasted like ice cream.

Y/n caught canoodling with secret lover in Martha's Vineyard. Is she cheating on Gotham City's most eligible bachelor, Bruce Wanye, or is this new man her one true love?

You looked up at Dick when he leaned his forearms on the counter. "So, Y/n? When do I get to meet Prince Charming?"

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #heath joker #joker x y/n #joker smut #reader insert #heath ledger #joker x reader #yandere #Long Reads #a03 writer #romance #angst #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on AO3 #smut #Spotify #his lighthouse

[pigeonleap]

YOUR FANCLANS ARE SO COOL!!!! i cant wait to see more of them omg! could you share some more on the clairvoyants/prophets and their pilgrimages up the mountain? :o also, did you have anywhere specific in colorado in mind when mapping? it looks gorgeous! and i love the landmark names omg, how'd you come up with those? sorry for all the questions im just very excited about these guys!

YAY thank you so much that means a ton! you're enabling my infodumping I'm about to write 1500 words (serious). Don't ever worry about asking too many ST questions it's all i think about.

Here's a MSPAINT doodle of the girls. hope nothing bad ever happens to them

easy questions first!

ST's set in the northern Colorado Rockies where they border the Great Plains. Somewhere unpopulated in the northern Front Range!

Landmark names are usually named after past leaders/healers/deputies of the Clans, who I just made up on the spot (except I have a Blizzard playthrough on Clangen so I used some of those leaders and important cats.) To come up with a lot of the names I researched local fauna. Colorado has a LOT of elk and a lot of large carnivores! Summer Thunder has a storm motif (did you know) so a lot of the place names have to do with that

I'm going to go ahead and put the Clairvoyant/Prophet stuff under a cut because I write headcanons as I go and it gets so lengthy lol.

SORRY IN ADVANCE. this is like 3/4 just for me so i can put it in my document

Clairvoyants are the cats who would have "a strong connection to StarClan" in canon text. StarClan (usually called the Stars in-universe) are not an explicit thing or confirmed. There is something spiritual going on, but it's a lot more like a Primal Force than it is "My Dead Aunt Says Hello To Me In My Dreams." The technical name for cats who are tuned in to this spirituality is "Clairvoyants", though it's an ambiguous label and not something that ever puts cats into a group. Most cats aren't clairvoyant or are to a very low degree (this works since level of clairvoyance in any universe doesn't affect how much you believe in a higher power).

Prophets, a role found only in StormClan, are kind of like canon Medicine Cats except I separated the role into its composite Prophet and Healer. Some cats are both, in which case they'll call themselves whichever one makes more sense - usually Prophet because it's rarer and so it can feel closer to your identity. A Prophet is sort of like how Ancient Greek Oracles were. They are rare and usually have a medium to extremely high level of Clairvoyance. (ex. Leafpool, Goosefeather.) Their role, like medcats, is to speak as the Stars' voice and share wisdom with the Clan. The Stars do not "give prophecies" in the literal sense that they do in canon - cats interpret things how they will, like we would in real life. It's easy to think of an omen or prophecy if you want to hear one.

Storm cats just take it really seriously because they REALLY love the Stars. They have a higher genetic predisposition of Clairvoyants, so they have become really connected to spirituality and piety. They believe in fate and destiny and will use the Stars to justify any achievement. Naming ceremonies often go like "You are so lucky to be blessed by the Stars with such amazing jumping skills - your new name will be Pigeonleap." (Maybe Pigeonleap just got really good at jumping because he trained for his entire apprenticeship. It doesn't matter. It's the Stars.)

Pilgrimages, which I may start calling something cool (like the Prophet's Ascent maybe?) are taken by aspiring Prophets when they want to prove their connection to the Stars. Prophets are usually apprenticed to someone who is also Clairvoyant/a Prophet or a Healer if there isn't one. When they reach the end of their apprenticeship they are sent to hike Cloud's Tooth via Thunder Ridge/Lightning Point. Usually their mentor will follow them as far as the path from the Ridge up to Lightning Point (I'm thinking this is like a day's hike), but the mentor in most cases has already done the hike and is not interested in doing it again.

Cloud's Tooth is tall (probably around 9-11,000ft???) and not too forgiving. Cats are sent when the weather is predicted to be good, but anyone who's been to the Rockies knows that can change in about five minutes. The Clans are crepuscular in my universe like regular cats, so, in the interest of safety, cats usually just try to hike the mountain during the day. It can be 7-9 hours to the summit. They spend the night at the top and the Stars speak to them (whatever that means for the particular cat.) No one else except Prophets hikes this mountain, not even people - it's rocky, without water in most places, and very windy. And slick when wet. And worse when snowy. And you'll notice all the surrounding landmarks have something to do with storms.

That being said - a cat who makes it up and down again is pretty much guaranteed the Prophet role. Otherwise, they probably just fell to Stardom down a scree slope.

#warrior cats #warriors #wc #pigeonleap text #pigeonleap #summer thunder #rowanleaf #blackflood #ask #st lore #wish i could work this hard on schoolwork #asks open #believe it or not i have more to say #i didnt even talk about the main girls in this one

[beastofwant]

I want to take religious horror in a new direction. people are really really annoying about "ex-evangelicals (and other protestants) using aesthetics of catholicism" as a thing and it's probably because they're iconic. there's such an emphasis on ritual that's not present within the kind of christianity I grew up in, and it's a lot easier to condemn, to esotericize, when something is so visibly pagan. we drink his blood and eat his body and yes we believe this is literal. like. do you get me, it's easy to make horror about "what if catholics were vampires or secretly a cult" because I mean fucking look at them lol

When I think of my own experiences, though, that's not what I think of. I think of churches (they're not compounds, we swear) so big you'll get lost in them. Endless yellowing hallways and classrooms that sit empty more often than not. I think of sitting in what's basically a concert hall with music that, if you weren't listening, could be playing on any radio station. It makes your head hurt from the volume, but how else would God hear it?

I think of the chlorine smell of the baptismal pool, water warm as your body, being held underneath for just a little bit longer than you can handle and just as you're about to aspirate water, being pulled back up- SAVED!- by the wrinkled hands of your pastor, who has been in his 70s since you were 8 years old, and you're hitting 30 now. I think of sitting in my seat, feeling like I'm floating above my body, as I am given a play-by-play of the end of the world. They point to the war as a sign of the end times. Isn't there always a war? Isn't the world always ending? He's really coming back this time, they tell me, so I best be good. I best not sin. I best start praying.

The church is hungry and it won't let you leave until you GIVE YOURSELF FULLY TO GOD. Give it all up, brothers and sisters! If you think you're fucked let them lay their hands upon you, turn your radios and televisions up so the TV preacher-man shakes your drywall, and speak in tongues with them. Pretend it's not you making a fool of yourself, pretend that it really is the Holy Spirit speaking through you and you will be SAVED.

You gave a really good performance, there. The people BELIEVE! Here's your helping of their tithe. Yeah the congregation's all hungry and poor, but that's because they don't believe hard enough. You do, and that's why God rewarded you with three new cars, and a private jet, and as many vacations as you want, and as many drugs as money can buy. Jesus loves you.

#mad scrawl #me: I'm not going to get mad writing this #*gets mad writing this*

[sapphysims]

↳ current household! (1/2)༉‧₊˚✧

bridgette pope (she actually has the crystal crafter aspiration but i could not find a png of the icon to save my life)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ some yapping about her under the cut :3

so when i was making my current household, she was the second sim i made and i didn't really have a vision for her other than i wanted a cutie girly pop girl to play with. i had just bought crystal creations so i decided to use her to play with it! eventually i had the idea that her novels would be based on different crystals, their properties, & how to use them. she got into the writer career and when she advanced to the level where you choose the branch, i chose journalist, since she's nosy LOL. during her career she would also craft jewelry & gemstones and sell them on plopsy or the occasional table sale. one day while she was at work there was a pop-up about writing an expose piece on the mayor, but she would step down from the journalist career, as well as gained fame. i could have chose to not do that and keep her job, but of course i didn't LMAO. i put her in the freelance writer career after that so she could be titled as a writer but i mainly just focused on her working on the gemology skill, as well as the cooking skill - which she has mastered now! i also just bought the home chef hustle pack, so obviously i made her play through that too LOL but she ended up completing the appliance whiz aspiration!

she's a 2-star celebrity now, but honestly i don't think she necessarily cares that much; she's fine if she's famous, fine if she's not! tbh slay queen. but after a little bit of the freelance writer career with a few gigs here and there i decided to have her switch her specialty to freelance photographer! i don't think i've ever used that option so that's rly the only reason i chose that, plus i always use her to take group pics w the mosquito stuff tripod so she gained some skill from that.

since she mastered the cooking skill, i'm having her work on the baking skill now! i plan on converting the food stall she has to be one focused on sweet treats.

these are her likes; i always forget to set these in cas so i usually just let them discover it through gameplay.

her skills (click to see full pic) & bonus traits!!

finished feather collection hehe. this was actually pretty easy lolz

this household has 2 cats and 1 dog

crystal collection.... soooo close *cries*

last but not least, she's dating candy behr! i gave her a major makeover so i may post cas pics at some point, if not you'll see her in some gameplay posts in the future.

if you read all of this thank u for letting me ramble about my silly little character and i love u ♥

#sorry i may have rambled a lot im passionate #LMFAO #ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4mm #maxis match #my sims #sapphy rambles #ts4 maxis match #current household #bridgette #sims 4 mm #sims 4 maxis match #ts4 edit

[souji-upseta]

[SHOCKING QUESTION] what are your thoughts on jade harley.

i really love jade. all jades. all of them.

i've known girls like jade, who white knights (usually white men and boys) think is so frail, so in need of protection, who gets infantilized due to characteristics about her life and circumstances, and every time, i have just wanted to be like,

"bitch, you don't think god NERFED her the way he did because he was SCARED of what she could do to him if he didn't?!"

i'm so biased against my favs (striders striders striders) but i still think jadesprite is my favorite depiction of a splinter self interaction*. the voxus dub for her scenes was genuinely so upsetting to me, like, i think i told you, i put the let's read on to fall asleep to, but then i couldn't sleep after that?

it was genuinely moving and i could see all sides and it really spoke to the conflict of jade's character.

it was really uncomfortable in scenes where karkat would have to outright TELL her that she has to ask him before kissing him. i had to read those scenes through my fingers while trying not to groan. that was the point. jade be like that.

people tend to forget how selfish she can be, but i love that about her. there's some level of abstraction to a lot of the characters in candy, but i can def see it as a path she'd go down.

and her just. bumming around the davekat hive for 7 years. leaving her bras strewn everywhere. living her best life despite being a socially maladapted disaster person. leaping ass first into adulthood. getting her yiff on with some chess people. i aspire to that level of doing whatever the fuck i want.

i think she's really relatable in the epilogues because a lot of us just want to get our best lives on after spending so much time pushed to the side. others have pointed out, she was really the only one who seemed happy on earth-c.

and she's definitely relatable in a post-pandemic world. fuck, that girl is so lonely.

her "heroic" end in her pesterquest route hit a little too close to home for me.

the epilogues work very very well as a "failure of community" narrative wrt her character as well. it's really easy for me to see how she became such a shitty person in candy.

and like. well. at least, unlike her meat counterpart and teen retcon!self, she had a chance to be that on her own. so far, at least.

i really loved seeing her fight back against alt!callie in hsbc. i want so badly for her to just stop being a fucking chess piece—and i guess that's also the point of her character, heh.

i feel like ultimate dirk would have treated teen retcon!jade much better lmaooo. his intentions were shitty, but he would have. i could see it set up in every way to be a doc scratch callback and expecting him to be creepy af, and then... nah. that'd have been funny, at least. fuck, i need to stop talking about dirk all the time. gdi.

space players are a special kind of batshit, and require a special kind of nerfing by paradox space.

jade is the reason i have spent at least some part of 10 minutes every day for the past almost two months now hoping i got my player aspect wrong, lol. so much pressure and so much sacrifice, damn. i can't wait to see where things go with her.

believe it or not tho, i feel like i don't know her character that well or spend a lot of time thinking about her, so my interpretations might be off!

*besides ultimate dirk and younger dirk in pesterquest. because i love nothing in all of homestuck more than i love dirk's pesterquest route.

#jade harley #homestuck

[prettyboykatsuki]

I would looooove elaboration on Toji 😫 Because I completely agree with you but I wanna see your take

this became an essay because i am crazy. so sorry. and i was originally gonna keep this very short but unfortunately i am plagued by thoughts and opinions as always.

major manga spoilers lol

i think one part of toji being heavily mischaracterized is just because he suffers attractive character syndrome. any time a character is conventionally attracted and of age, people just sort of cherry-pick them for their fantasies without much thought given to their characterization so i know that makes up a lot of it.

but on the other hand, even with people who enjoy jujutsu kaisen critically, toji's characterization and honestly his narrative importance is like. consistently overlooked. his womanizing tendencies and his finacial issues make him an easy target for comedy and he's often the butt of the joke. sometimes it's funny to me too so im not like.. upset about it.

in general, i think toji in the fandom is very far removed from his origin story in a way that other characters aren't. and even someone who is a fan of toji with critical thoughts about him probably see how horny his fanbase is and don't bother.

idrk how to explain it but tojis actions all through out the manga is heavily directly related to his position in jujutsu society - as is the case with almost every other character and especially characters related to the zenin clan. toji, specifically, is a non-sorcerer trying to make ends meet with an intense and deep hatred for clan politics.

his resentment tends to be the core of his actions. but personally and based off of those actions in the manga - i believe that resentment isn't related to the system of jujutsu society itself. it's not a sense of justice that motivates him. he differs from maki in this way. tojis reasoning is much more simplistic. he's a prideful character and i believe his frustration lie within the fact he's consistently underestimated. to the clan he's worthless and i believe that emotion resonates throughout the story. he isn't like gojo or getou or maki or anyone else with large aspirations about the direction of the world around them.

but that's kind of the point of his character.

what toji is meant to represent is the common man. the average person in this world. that's why his fight with gojo is so important on more levels than one. they mirror each other in that gojo is the pinnacle of the gifted child - the prodigal son. he was birthed with a silver spoon in his mouth and praised for his ability from the moment he set foot on the earth. toji is the opposite end of that. the bottom of the barrel, discarded from society for his lack of ability.

toji knew he couldn't kill gojo. his sense of unease was represented through the fight. but why did he want to kill gojo in the first place? it wasn't because he disliked gojo and it wasn't that gojo disliked him either. but their natural positions were against each other and toji knew what it would mean if he could kill gojo.

toji's entire career and nickname as "the sorcerer killer" is based on the fact he wants recgonition. gojo is who toji wants to be. who he could've been had he been born with technique. they are mirrors, yet despite themselves, the both suffer intensely at the hand of the society they were raised under. there are no winners in this world, not really.

in tojis last moments, he thinks of his wife and son. we know nothing of toji's character or who he married. but being frank, i will never ever believe toji was a deadbeat father. im sorry but i don't think that's true.

toji operates about megumi in a way that reads generally considerate in his own way. it's with the belief that megumi had potential to make something of himself. in the end, he mentions megumi to gojo because he wants megumi to live a decent life. a better life than he did, struggling in the streets. he saw potential in megumi.

in his mind, megumi could've become a part of the zenin clan. a dream he never achieved himself, but wanted to pass on

people mention that scene where toji can't recall who megumi is but that's always read to me as an obvious mask. i doubt toji, essentially a mercenary and killer of the most powerful beings in the world and surely with a lot of people trying to kill him, would want his son to be associated with him in anyway.

in tojis resurrection in 113, when toji was brought back as an aggressor and a mere shell, he chose to kill himself instead of being a puppet in his own sons death. toji, esentially meant to be a doll, had enough cognition to not only recognize megumi, but speak to him.

with his last words, and with the only opportunity he had left to reveal himself to megumi - he didn't do it. he simply asked megumi was his name was.

"hey. what's your name"

"...? fushiguro?"

"good for you"

#return to sender #fang.jjk #jjk meta #fang.meta

[tothetoonandback]

PV post cause i have to learn to post what i want girl🙁. Hello tumblr omg!

Main sillies down yonder to be so fr… YES i’ve been silly abt one guy YES i can be silly abt his relationships (female friends). Colleen cruiser and ethan earle friendship my beloved y’all are crazy. Seen each pther at ur worst phases (7th grade and beyond)

Also in the read below i’m yapping just so ur aware girls

Just like talking abt my guys… first ref w Lawrence specifically! He’s so funny to me idc. Was sort of a sidekick/ally to Sierra’s mom, and his whole thing was just being rlly fast LMAO. Speedster if u will… he managed to run himself into the future and at some point during Sierra’s Bplt era ran himself back and just retired as soon as he found Paige, one of the last living ppl in his family besides ppl out of state. He’s living comfortably to say the least!!! Paige also is good friends w Leah and Sierra!

Ellie oohh… lovingly married to Cal and a proud choir teacher fr! Loves her students a ridiculous amnt! Her shtick is being able to control certain parts of ppl, which she’s still working towards LMAO, but she mainly sticks to vocal cords, eardrums and parts of the brain related to speech. She managed to let herself go crazy w her voice without hurting anything and has a craaazy range LMAAOO.

T.V. and Carmen…. Carmen specifically is a menace on her blog, which she purely posts abt the latest hero/villain news, including drama shit and general news happening. T.V. is her little sidekick and manages to get whatever info they need, though she has a very easy time doing it on her own. Cam also runs the yearbook club and does the same damn thing with her own school. T.V. is much more chill and aspires to be a big comic artist, very much taking inspo from ppl like the Blaukers :-)). They also have a secret dream of hosting some sort of television segment or show LOL.

The Blaukers… both retired from being comic artist/writers interchangeably but Chris is more seen from his art and Bobby’s more seen from his writing. They met from both starting comic series abt Carolina’s Bolt, and eventually started to make the series together, making probably the most memorable series of any real-time hero. They sort of got the trend of it going as well, but at some point retired due to realizing that it was a bit immoral to treat heroes that way LMAO. They’ve been lenient on speaking on the issue seeing how more modern heroes act but are still very invested in the comic industry, even if they aren’t directly in it. Definitely caught in what’s going on and know everything happening with everyone

Kyra and Sean yaaayy! Not much to say abt them, but Sean is Sierra’s step brother and the both of them have always had a big influence on both Sierra and Luka. Mostly Luka when he was still with the family!

Chief Frye is just funny i just like thinking abt her sometimes

CAL colleen beloved thing oh my god. Lovingly married to Ellie!!! Local artist as hell, has worked w abt every medium u can think of and has sold her work to plenty of art shows and fairs. Def knows her craft. Also a good ally for heroes and villains alike, tho mostly villains LMAO, because she can get her say abt just anything. She gets her shit together for a good price fr. Also a childhood friend to Ethan, they’re silly!:-) type to get picked the hell up by her large wife and her large friend

Also for the doodles: mayzie go crazy i need to post abt her more. And cal having tats just makes me soooo so crazy!

Girlcode w the pads i love sierra and e’s relationship, even pre-everything. They’re so

#palmvale #these are most definitely redos of old bg character refs but idc! #moon doobles #oc #original character

[softguarnere]

hello! :) i'm working on a bob fanfiction right now, and i wanted to know if you had any tips for aspiring bob fanfic writers (or if you had talked about this before?) i'm especially curious what you have to say about balancing the historical accuracy of the story vs deviations from history, as well as how to weave an oc into the original plot of the show while still keeping the content fresh and (somewhat) original

oh! and also how you go about doing your research (if you do any)

your writing is a huge inspiration to me, so thanks so much!! i hope you have a good day :D

Hi Anon! I answered something similar here if you want to check that out

Aside from just going for it and having fun with it, I do have some thoughts (everybody act shocked), but I'll try to keep it concise 🤗

Balancing historical accuracy with fiction

First and foremost, I feel like it's helpful to point out that Stephen Ambrose made some mistakes in BOB. Not trying to disparage his name or anything, just to be clear! Several of the men (Speirs, Shifty) pointed out mistakes he made about them in the book.

Why am I mentioning this? Because I'm a historian and I'm annoying about it lol Because the historical narrative we're drawing our inspiration for fics from isn't a narrative that everyone agrees on -- then again, good luck finding one that people do, but I digress -- I think it gives some wiggle room for bending the story a bit to make it work for the narrative that we as writers are trying to create

Similarly, I feel like it's important to invoke the disclaimer that many of us put on our fics: these stories about fictional representations from a show (though it is based on real people and events)

In the end, we're all taking liberties with the narrative for the sake of our writing. Most people in the fandom probably won't bite your head off if you use plotlines that are alternate histories because most of us are doing them, too -- and a lot of writers here have some very cool ideas and plots with alternate histories that are really good reads!

At the end of the day, don't feel pressured to stick directly to the historical narrative. After all, we're writers -- having imagination is what we do

Weaving an OC into a well-known narrative

Oh boy. I'm not sure if there's a great way to answer this. Personally, I knew who my OC was, what her background, wants desires, etc. were, and then I just sort of . . . set her free into the story? There are moments directly from the show where I wove her in and made her a part of that scene, and then there are interactions and plotlines that I came up with myself.

Honestly, it probably depends on your plot and your character. No one really wants to read a re-write of BOB -- after all, that's why we're all out here writing fics with our own ideas and stories. However, if you feel that a certain scene would further your plot/advance your character, and that you can weave them into it, then go for it! It's all about how you write and what feels right to you for your story.

Research

Have I abused some of my historian privileges during my time in this fandom? Perhaps 👀 But if you don't have university archival access, never fear! There are still lots of good ways to research

In terms of background, I found that reading the memoirs and biographies of the Easy Company men was really helpful when figuring out how to write them. It was also good for learning stories and experiences that did not make it into BOB. Watching interviews with them on YouTube and watching interviews with the actors was also extremely helpful for things like speech cadence, mannerisms, etc.

Definitely branch out, though! I was lucky in that I had to do some projects about WW2 around the time that I joined the fandom, so researching different aspects of the period was helpful for me when I started writing. Don't feel like you have to rush out and read every WW2 book or watch every documentary, but it can definitely help with learning different perspectives and experiences, as well as providing context.

If you ever want book recommendations, feel free to reach out! Especially if you need book recs about paratroopers in general, because I have a whole shelf space dedicated to those haha

Lastly, thank you so much for the lovely compliment, Anon -- and thank you for trusting me enough to reach out! 🥹 Feel free to reach out if you ever want to chat, and I look forward to reading what you write in the future 💕

(Other BOB writers feel free to add on!)

#'just go for it' I sound like the Nike catchphrase and I am sorry for that - but also not really because that is my writing philosophy #band of brothers #writing advice #asks #anonymous