#he gets hired by a rich family to take care of pretty much the only single woman at a private location wedding in a tropical island

[sunderwight]

AU where there's no system (or a decidedly less restrictive one) and Shen Yuan transmigrates into an OC rogue cultivator before the start of the novel, and decides he's gonna steal the protagonist before Luo Binghe even gets to Cang Qiong.

The logic is sound -- he'll keep Luo Binghe from experiencing neglect and abuse at Shen Qingqiu's hands, raise him away from the pressure of the sects and the likelihood that anyone else might find out about his heritage and try to harm him over it, keep him fully away from the Immortal Alliance Conference, and then Luo Binghe's course will change trajectory because he'll have no reason to want revenge against the world and no access to Xin Mo. Shen Yuan will be able to spare Luo Binghe some suffering and possibly survive in a world less subject to the harrowing whims of a half-mad tyrannical overlord. Win-win!

However, the tricky bit is that he's not sure exactly how far ahead of the novel he is, and also Airplane didn't specify where Luo Binghe grew up. This means that Luo Binghe could be any age younger than twelve and in any number of places along or near to the Luo river.

Shen Yuan decides he's going to approach this by pretending he is looking for the long-lost son of his sister, traveling through the likeliest areas, asking after abandoned children who might fit the protagonist's description. It's a long shot, he knows, and he's mostly relying on the existence of Narrative Destiny. But eventually he is directed by several people towards a particular city, which is not as close to the river as he'd have expected Luo Binghe to grow up, but then again he only knows that was where baby Binghe was found, not where the washerwoman who took him in ultimately lived.

It becomes clear to him, though, that he's been sent to the wrong target. But also why he's been sent astray is apparent in nearly the same breath, because among the slave children living in this area is a little boy who could be his much younger clone.

Seriously, this kid looks just like him! Or, well, close enough. He looks a lot like Shen Yuan's actual nieces and nephews from his past life. It's uncanny.

Also, because of his search, the slave kids get wind of what he's looking for (his long-lost nephew) pretty quick. The boy with the obvious resemblance to him greets Shen Yuan's own assessment with wary cynicism, but he's just a little boy. So it's not difficult to notice the way he's also practically vibrating with hopefulness, half-hiding behind a protective older kid and looking at Shen Yuan with big dark eyes like he expects to be rescued or destroyed with whatever he has to say next.

Shen Yuan has a big problem now. He just knows that if he says something like "actually no this boy is too old to be my nephew" or whatever other excuse, no one will believe him, and also this poor kid is going to be permanently scarred by it. He's going to think Shen Yuan is lying just so that he can reject him. On top of that, he's not in a good situation here. None of these children are even remotely well cared-for.

Shen Yuan's rogue cultivator self isn't rich on the level of being like a wealthy sect leader or anything, but he's made some money since transmigrating by doing random cultivator jobs and quests along the way here. He uses it all to purchase two little slave boys (Do Not Separate), then takes another job and uses that coin to acquire a somewhat rundown manor which used to belong to the local gentry. The Qiu family (rings some bells but that's not exactly an uncommon name) kept it up for a while in case a branch family sprung up in need of a residence, but they've been in decline and the place is downright decrepit, so they had been looking to sell it instead. It's too big for a wandering bachelor like SY to ever need on his own account, but that's sort of the idea. He makes more money taking on cultivator work, at first taking his boys along with him for lack of any alternative. Nerve-wrackingly dangerous! Eventually he hires workers to start restoring the manor, particularly setting up a yard to be a school area, and then starts taking on any freelance jobs he can get in order to steadily buy out the contracts on all the other kids. He gets it nice enough to house and care for as many orphans as he can acquire.

Not because he's a big old softie though!

His story of looking for his nephew is a bust now, since he's apparently "found" the kid. So he's got to change tactics! If he can't find baby Binghe and the washerwoman, the next best approach is to create an opportunity for them to come to him. So once he's got his new household established, he starts offering free lessons to all the local kids. Not just the ones he's taken in, but also any who come by and want to learn some things. It's a tempting setup for anyone who wants their child to get education but can't afford a tutor, and Luo Binghe's mother had been entirely the sort of person who would have packed up and left her situation if there had been an opportunity for it.

On that note, SY also starts hiring single mothers to help look after his new gaggle of children and do the work he doesn't know how to do in these times, like keeping house, laundry, cooking, actually raising kids, etc.

His "little school" is not universally popular. A few groups try and ruin him, because the poverty in the region provides a basis of business for them. The ringleaders of the human traffickers in the area don't want their trade to dry up, even if it means selling all of their merchandise for this round, so when they find out that their underlings let Shen Yuan buy off all the kids they try and intimidate him into returning them (it doesn't go well for them). The Qiu family also isn't thrilled after it becomes clear what he's doing, and get him investigated by the local authorities (read: use their bribed officials and local goons to try and interfere.)

When that doesn't work either the sects get involved, because the Qiu go crying to Huan Hua Palace that Shen Yuan is sketchy and is trying to establish his own sect. So Shen Yuan talks his way around the matter, and frankly the Qiu are small fish even if they're the biggest ones in the local pond, so HHP doesn't care to pursue things much further. (Read: SY could mop the floor with the disciples they sent to investigate him, and it's not worth it to piss off someone this mysterious and powerful just to bully some impoverished children.)

Shen Yuan is appalled by all this bullshit though. Trust the world of PIDW to make it so hard just for a guy to teach some poor kids how to read and do math!

It makes him dig in his heels about it, because he is at heart a stubborn bastard. The fires that once fueled a thousand angry screeds on zhongdian literature site is now aimed at the local magistrate. One of the women he's hired on has some dirt on the Qiu family, which leads SY to dig up some more until he eventually has enough to turn the tables on them. Local officials won't investigate because they've all been bought, but that in and of itself is of some interest to their superiors closer to the palace, and so SY arranges an investigation of his own that goes way further than he thought? Turns out there are some ugly skeletons in the Qiu closets, and the imperial investigator comes down on them hard.

Well, he can't say they didn't have it coming? Though he does feel bad for the children in the family, especially the oldest son, who gets hauled off to jail along with his father. At least the girl is sent to live with relatives. Maybe he should have done more to shield the minors in the situation...?

His kids tell him not to worry about it, though, that apparently young master Qiu was known to run people down in the streets and beat his servants and do other cartoonishly awful things. SY's not sure how much of it is true and how much of it is his little flock of fluffy sheep trying to ease his conscience, though they do all seem to take a lot of vindictive delight in the whole affair. Especially Nephew, who clings to his sleeves and loudly declares that the investigator should have publicly flogged the discredited nobles so that everyone could go watch, and then begs him for sweets as if that wasn't a creepy thing to hear come out of an eight-year-old's mouth. SY just sighs and tells him he can have something good when he finishes his calligraphy practice.

Of course, it's not exactly easy running what is basically an orphanage-slash-school (and maybe a budding sect...?), especially when pretty much all of the kids have been traumatized and faced stuff like rampant dehumanization, food insecurity, abuse, and neglect. Hiring single mothers soon becomes not only a plan to try and lure in Luo Binghe's mom, but an absolute godsend of an idea because SY has no clue WHAT he would do on his own about the discipline issues or emotional breakdowns or acting out that some of the kids get up to once it registers that they're in a safe enough place to unpack their baggage.

Apart from Nephew, SY's favorite kid is the one who came with him, the oldest of the flock of former slave children. He's the big brother of the group, the one who tries his best to look after the others and to not make any trouble himself. But even poor Little Yue is still just a kid who has been through too much, and he also eventually starts having some meltdowns and struggles with processing everything that has happened to him as a vulnerable child in an unkind world.

SY really didn't mean to start a trauma center for mistreated children!

Though, that's still not necessarily a bad thing for Luo Binghe to one day come across, provided he ever actually shows up...

Eventually, Shen Yuan does figure out that he must be ahead even of Luo Binghe's birth, though he still doesn't put together that he's interfered in the scum villain's backstory. Probably something even more amusingly obscure, like the creation year of some random artifact Luo Binghe used in some wife plot or other, tips him off and he mentally throws his hands up in the air. He's got to wait DECADES? Maybe he ought to try and find Luo Binghe's biological parents and just follow them around at this point!

Not that he can, now, though, because he has to make sure no negative IQ villains (who will probably just be cannon fodder for a subplot one day) decide to send goons to literally burn down his orphanage. Also if he's gone for too long his kids get upset. Probably because no one else is as weak to their puppy dog eyes and pleas for treats and toys as he is.

At least it gives him time to shore up his position, and train Nephew and Little Yue more extensively in cultivation. Despite his initial assurances to HHP that he was but a humble orphan wrangler who was only incidentally a cultivator, Shen Yuan does also teach the other kids some basic cultivation exercises. There are a few reasons for that.

One is just the principle of the thing. No, these kids don't all have the potential to become great immortals or anything, but they can still learn some of it and it's good for their health if they do. The only trouble is if they try and push too hard or attempt things beyond their range, and that's a risk with everyone who cultivates. Or even just exercises!

Another reason is that it helps stave off the jealousy that some of the kids have towards those with more cultivation potential. Teaching a lot of the basics all around makes it into just another topic at school. Some kids might not be as good at it as others, but those kids might also be better at math, or memorization, or board games, and while cultivation can open more doors to people as adults, for the children this is generally enough to satisfy their sense of fairness. Or at least reduce outbursts and fights.

Finally, the impression that any of SY's kids might be a cultivator also makes wicked people more reluctant to try and abduct or interfere with them. Cultivators are revered and nearly mythological figures in the public consciousness. It isn't difficult to see why, if even a rogue cultivator NPC like SY* can mop the floor with most random muggers (*Shen Yuan is not a normal rogue cultivator). Not many people want to risk bringing SY's ire down on them, but of those who might chance it if he wasn't around to immediately react, even fewer want to risk that the kids themselves could kick their asses.

Not knowing that only two of the orphans probably could in fact mop the floor with them helps keep all the rest safer, and is more believable when all of them can conduct themselves enough like disciples to fool anyone who doesn't know what to really look for.

Developments that surprise Shen Yuan but wouldn't surprise anyone else who is paying attention:

People start leaving unwanted babies and younger children on his doorstep. Not all the time, but more than once has he had to frantically find wet nurses and worry that he's changed things enough that some fishermen might just randomly drop the protagonist outside his gate, and he wouldn't even know because Binghe would be a literal infant??

Nephew (SJ) and Little Yue (Yue Qi -- only Shen Yuan calls him "Little", especially when he gets taller than SY by the time he's sixteen) are prodigies who get really good at cultivation, really fast, and between that and Shen Yuan's OP skills they completely warp Shen Yuan's ideas for what normal cultivation potential looks like. This would probably cause more problems if he wasn't teaching all the kids how to cultivate anyway, but means his students actually do kinda run the usual range of skills for a small sect.

SJ and YQ swiftly reach the point where they need more advanced equipment than just SY's teaching can provide, if they're going to keep building their skills. Gaining access to certain tools, aids, and materials (like spiritual swords) is a real hurdle though, and usually is for rogue cultivators (one of the major disadvantages of no sect affiliation.) Shen Yuan is hesitant to use stuff from the plot, since it's For Binghe, but he eventually caves and starts going after some things that he doesn't think the future protagonist will miss much. He also ends up buying stuff from HHP, since they're willing to sell things like spiritual tools and weapons if the price is right, whereas most other sects like Cang Qiong reserve them for members only.

They get an invitation to the Immortal Alliance Conference. Not the one where the Abyss opens up, obviously, the one where (originally) Shen Jiu reunited with Yue Qi and killed Wu Yanzi. Shen Yuan debates on going but the boys really want to, and things have calmed down enough that no one's trying to burn down the school whenever he leaves these days, so eventually he figures it'll be interesting to see some of the Cang Qiong characters and should be safe enough if he keeps his disciples close.

They don't run into young Yue Qingyuan or Shen Qingqiu on the trip, but Wu Yanzi does show up and get killed, and SY only hears about it and assumes they just missed all that action. (WYZ just got caught by some senior cultivators who recognized him and killed him to avenge some disciples he murdered.) Nephew and Little Yue do meet young Liu Qingge, Shang Qinghua, Mu Qingfang, and Su Xiyan though! Which gives Shen Yuan the opportunity to tell them all (mostly Su Xiyan) that if they're ever in trouble near his school, they can come to him for help. Hint hint.

This open invitation ends up being accepted broadly by a lot of traveling cultivators after the conference, who from then on treat Shen Yuan's school like a free motel whenever they're passing through. Plenty aren't even people SY met, but it seems his statement was taken as a general one to fellow righteous cultivators all around! Luckily, this has some advantages. Shen Yuan has no qualms running off anyone who tries to take unfair advantage of him or especially his kids or staff, and no shame in conscripting anyone who is decent enough to help teach his students, even if it's nothing to do with cultivating, and somehow word gets around and people start bringing school supplies, medicine, food, or other useful things along with them as gifts to help repay the hospitality. Young Liu Qingge comes by a lot on his way to and from various quests, or even seems to just turn up randomly sometimes (he comes to challenge YQ and SJ to fights), and SY's just like "I guess this is happening now" and teaches him to recognize the early signs of qi deviation and advises strongly against meditating in caves.

At one point a young Shang Qinghua turns up in one of the spare rooms, very obviously hiding an ice demon. Shen Yuan again is just like "I guess this is happening now" and shelters them until Mobei Jun has recovered, and sends a message to Cang Qiong that one of their An Ding caravans was attacked and their disciple is recovering under his roof but isn't well enough to travel yet. Much less stressful situation for Airplane (who is desperately trying to figure out what he did to manifest SJ's benevolent uncle from somewhere???)

Su Xiyan seems like the only person they met at the Immortal Alliance Conference who doesn't turn up at their door in a state of emergency at some point.

A few years later, there is a big scandal involving her and the demon emperor. Su Xiyan disappears, Huan Hua Palace accuses Tianlang Jun of plotting against the righteous sects, and Shen Yuan is even invited to the meeting where they try and rally everyone to go kill Binghe's dad. Naturally, he declines to participate in the witch hunt, but the major sects agree to it. By luck (or narrative fortune) Shen Yuan comes across Zhuzhi Lang on his trip back home, and mentions the ambush and his distaste for it (not knowing who ZZL is). ZZL warns Tianlang Jun and the confrontation goes very differently, especially since there's no Yue Qingyuan wielding Xuan Su.

It doesn't go well for the sects involved. Huan Hua Palace gets decimated. The Old Palace Master gets killed. Shen Yuan is like uhhhh that's... whoops? Didn't Luo Binghe need that in the future?? Fuck.

But the sect isn't wiped out completely, they just take a massive beating. Some of their younger disciples end up leaving and turning up on Shen Yuan's doorstep, for some reason. The manor house is becoming too small to account for all of these foundlings! They have to expand. Though the expansions would be a stretch to term a "palace" they end up occupying a much larger chunk of territory, and even investing in farmland and some storehouses to help support the sect. That's still not really a sect, of course. Even if a lot of the business that would have normally gone to Huan Hua Palace starts coming to them instead. Once HHP is back on its feet the stream will probably dry out. Probably?

Zhuzhi Lang starts hanging around. He's actually looking for Su Xiyan or their baby, dead or alive and per Tianlang Jun's instructions, but he uses Shen Yuan's school as base camp for his kind of hopeless efforts to find any traces of them, while also looking for ways to try and repay Shen Yuan. All the kids are just like "oh great, another weird man has fallen in love with Shizun -- someone go run interference" about it.

Some years later, an older woman and her young son turn up. Shen Yuan's off on a quest at the time, so SJ receives them. As is standard procedure he gives the woman a job and places the boy in classes, after giving him the aptitude tests. The kid is cute and precocious, so SJ uses him to distract YQ while he himself sneaks out to go join LQG on a monster hunt (and claim the valuable parts of the beast's remains for himself), and neither SY nor ZZL notice anything until SY's going over the paperwork for stuff he missed while he was gone. Since he procrastinated, it takes him like a week to find out that Luo Binghe is finally under his roof. He's going over the admission form right when SJ arrives with The New Adorable Child to try and distract SY enough that SY will let him go on a solo hunt -- as far as being distracted goes, it is way more effective than even SJ anticipated.

Then he has to figure out how to let ZZL know, so that ZZL can let Tianlang Jun know, so that Luo Binghe will have more family than just his mom and more resources than just a shabby little not-sect! But even once he figures it out and sets up the dramatic reveal, TLJ is just like "great! so can he just stay with you? he's probably fine there" which... irritates SY.

SJ fully conscripts Luo Binghe as a minion in his many cons. He never lost his street kid conman tactics, although he now uses them less as a ruthless survival tool or weapon and more to just get things to go his own way. LBH has the face and disposition of a little angel, which SJ no longer can pull off as a full grown adult, so he fills a gap. LBH also knows full well what's going, especially since a lot of SJ's tactics involve throwing LBH at SY like a smoke bomb.

Luo Binghe inevitably still develops a big fat crush on SY, so this is fine by him. Especially when he gets older, he starts bringing SY tea and making him breakfast and running his errands until even SJ is like "wait a minute, this little brat's stealing my job!" and by then it's too late. Luo Binghe is SY's personal assistant, the disciple at conman puppydog eyes has surpassed the master! While SJ was busy being like "I'm going to trick this idiot into doing my chores" LBH was going "I'm going to trick this idiot into giving me his job".

SY takes too long to officially name his school so everyone calls it the Shen Sect, much to his embarrassment.

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #scum villain #long post #bingqiu

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝒦ℰℰ𝒫ℰℛ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve fallen for your darling bodyguard, and you’re over the moon to discover that he feels the same. but this feels borderline forbidden . . . for just how long can you keep what you have with reiner under wraps?

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ( 5k+ words of . . . ) bodyguard!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), fluff, nsfw, modern au, scion!reader (descending from a rich family/influential bloodline), hyperfeminine ‘girly-girl’ reader, reiner’s german, mutual pining, secret relationship / sneaky link, public display of affection (pda), food play, car sex (unprotected), slight dacryphilia, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. mama, baby, honey, princess), reader calls reiner ‘ papa, ’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ this post is an answer to an anonymous ask: ‘ what about secret dates (turned sneaky links) with body guard! reiner??? ’ oh. my. goodness! nonnie, you’re a sexy genius and you should know it. tagging the amazing @ramonathinks! she’s the one who even introduced this bodyguard!rei-rei concept to me, and for that i’m so grateful :) ramona my love, thank you again for all the delicious reiner thoughts you always send my way! now enjoy, xoxo ♡︎

reiner’s your bulking shadow, always trailing not far behind.

he’s been hired by your parents to ensure your safety. nothing more, nothing less. he’ll follow your every step and drive you wherever you please; after all, it’s what he’s paid to do.

things started off the way they should— professional. from the very beginning, reiner knew to keep his distance, and that he did. but he soon realized just how hard that would become . . . you’re effortlessly gorgeous, sharp with your words and caring to a fault. his growing affection was only a matter of time.

nowhere on the criteria for the job does it say that he should be developing feelings. observing your habits, committing them to memory and predicting your behavior is the only thing he’s got any business doing. yet, he loves to feel the softness of your palm in his hand when he helps you into the backseat of your car, even if the contact is just for a split second at most. he finds himself peeking glances at you from the rearview mirror, soaking in how pretty you look when you’re unaware of his gaze. in truth, reiner wishes you didn’t have such an effect on him; that would make work-life much easier on his poor soul. well, love isn’t known for being simple, now is it?

it takes about four weeks on the job for him to grow a soft spot for you. reiner’s always been a hopeless romantic, oh-so quick to fall. he’d willingly lay down his life for the sake of your own, and not just because he’s getting a paycheck for it. thanks to the job description, his devoutness isn’t questioned.

before long, reiner can tell you’re becoming attached to him as well. on a fateful night, he even overhears the phone call between you and your friend, something about ‘ mister braun being so sexy that it hurts . . . ’ your bodyguard is nothing if not a man of dignity. he never meant to eavesdrop! it’s just that he's stationed outside your room for night patrol. he’s now especially glad about being up at five in the morning; he wouldn’t have been able to hear this otherwise. your confessions pry a subtle grin from his lips. there he stands, smiling to himself in the dimly lit hallway where nobody can see him blush like a schoolboy.

‘ nuh-uh, i can’t! that man works for my parents . . . he’s completely off-limits. it's a damn shame, isn’t it? ’ you release a sigh, one so exasperated that he can hear it through the other end of the door. call reiner crazy, but it sounds to him like you’re yearning to have him all to yourself. in a sudden moment, you're emerging from the room, donned in a tiny pink nightgown. cute, but thin as fuck. leaves nothing to the imagination, even. it’s the flimsiest thing he's ever seen you wear.

reiner’s cheeks burn so red that is downright embarrassing, thankfully you're unable to see him. he’s quick to lift his head and look towards the ceiling instead— much more suitable than ogling the tits of his very own client. you wouldn’t be able to catch him staring regardless, considering how the entire corridor’s tainted with darkness, but he wouldn’t dare try to steal a peek anyway.

what he can see, though, is your leisurely smile as you tell him you’re headed to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water.

“would you like to escort me there too, mister braun? or can i go do something by myself for once?”

you’re playing with him, he realizes. just mere teasing meant to be absolutely harmless. your voice sounds much sweeter at this hour; soft and casual, coated lightly with fatigue from a busy day’s schedule.

“as long as we’re indoors, you can go anywhere you like, madam.” says reiner, “i’ll be here if you need me.”

you make your way to the refrigerator, prancing down the mansion’s luxe spiral staircase, and reiner’s rampant heart finally begins to calm. he wonders if you’d meant for him to hear you on that call. (by now, he knows just how cheeky you can be; it was definitely purposeful.) nevertheless, he's got a job to keep. neither your mother or father would respond kindly if they were to find out that he's become attached to you, or vice versa. he can hardly imagine playing the boyfriend when in reality, he’s supposed to be making sure nothing suspicious comes anywhere near a mile-long radius of you . . . it’s laughable! he’s sure your parents have more than enough money to make him disappear in the blink of an eye— that chilling fact alone puts him on his best behavior.

reiner decides to conceal it; the way he feels for you. keeps his back straight and arms folded to portray the unapproachable persona that got him hired in the first place. you eventually decide to question him over why he so-often wears that solid expression, ‘ like he doesn’t know how to smile, ’ is how you put it. it’s the very first time that you ever hear him laugh, and you turn out to like the sound. rumbly and full of bass. he couldn’t bring himself to admit that in every waking moment, it takes everything to suppress his smile whenever he sees you.

eight months of being in his company brings you to notice that reiner’s a decent listener. he makes for a great conversation, too. sure, he’s just your bodyguard, but he’s got a good ear and a smooth voice. your talks with him are always so lovely; he gives you the comfort to open up about things you’d never be able to tell your parents. pride washes over him when you admit that he’s the only one you genuinely trust. and in these moments, reiner allows himself to get vulnerable too. he tells you of his love for football as a youth, how he takes combat classes five times a week, and that he’s got tons of sisters, brothers and cousins back home in the countryside. the pair of you are so different that the contrast could almost be considered terrible. though, the longer you stay in each other’s presence, the less you can bring yourselves to care.

you and your bodyguard have grown . . . close, to say the least. the way you’re always latching onto his brawny form seems much more than friendly, especially to your parents. ‘ i feel secure with him! ’ is your claim. they’d beg to differ, but your wellbeing is enough to keep them satisfied. reiner excels at his job, and more importantly, the big blonde lug makes you happy. nobody they’ve hired in the past was ever able to get in your good graces; you utterly hated all your former bodyguards. they were much too controlling, lingered too close.

but mister braun was able to differentiate himself. he listens to your dreams and fears alike, treats you like a capable woman instead of some spoiled brat. it also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes . . .

reiner can no longer take it. the woman of his dreams is right in front of him, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. the smoothest advance he can make is standing at your right side and slinking an arm around your waist, with claims of it being for your ‘protection.’ but the both of you know it’s only the proximity he’s chasing after. the way he looms beside you was always more self-indulgent than it was for safety. he just liked the closeness of it all.

he feels so much for you, and he’s virtually dying to tell you. but there’s countless reasons why he shouldn’t— particularly the risk of losing his job. every now and again, reiner chooses to be a little bit stupid, all consequences be damned. he works up the nerve to release his confession with slow and careful words. you quickly reciprocate, arms thrown around the back of his neck and tugging him into a cozy hug. he takes you by the waist and pulls you closer in— god, he’s been wanting to do this for so long. reiner hums when your manicured fingers ghost his nape, nails grazing the ends of his hair, with your tits pressed to his own chest. the pair of you fit better than he ever could’ve imagined.

you don’t know whether to call yours and reiner’s relationship ‘ official ’ — can it really be deemed as such when you’re the only ones who know? you dare not mention this to your parents, ‘cause he’s got a job to keep and you couldn’t possibly bear him not being around.

so, you’ve both decided that it’ll be a secret. shared only between you and him, so nobody’s able to intervene. dating your bodyguard is fun— brief kisses being shared when you’re the only ones in the room. the way he snugly hooks his arm around your body when escorting you feels tighter, a little more intimate. in a way, keeping things under wraps feels exhilarating.

your particular relation with mister braun isn’t verified to the outside world, but people are catching on. whenever you go out, reiner’s sure to follow. paparazzi-taken photos of you are occasionally uploaded to the internet, and it’s always a given that he’ll be included. after several months of being seen together time after time, it’s typical of people to assume that this so-called ‘ bodyguard ’ of yours is more of a boyfriend. they aren’t too far off, but you clearly won’t go out of your way to confirm their suspicions. you’re always captured in a picture of you clinging onto his burly arm with a glossy smile. your sweet expressions contrast nicely with his forever-furrowed brows. he’s handsome in this intimidating way, the tabloids say.

it’s a slow-moving thursday when reiner decides to take you on your first date with him. he waits a good hour and forty-five minutes for you to get ready. he’s used to this, of course. by now, he’s got nearly a year’s experience of waiting on you hand and foot. but tonight, his nerves get the best of him. you finish up when he least expects you to— for fuck’s sake, you even catch him pacing in the goddamn kitchen. the sight of you melts his concerns, just a little. you’re done up glamorously from head to toe, and reiner can’t contain his smile, nor hold back his stare. your light lashes are curled and wispy, with blush scattered along your cheekbones. your plush lips are pink with tint, and you’ve got on this figure-hugging outfit that he’d love to tear off of you.

you scan your surroundings, peering at every angle of your spacious home in search of your parents. after ensuring the coast is clear, you engulf him in your arms, wishing you could kiss him but you’re all dolled up and your lips are lined and glossed. reiner nuzzles his nose into the crook in your neck, inhaling faint traces of your most beloved vanilla parfum.

“god, you look so fuckin’ beautiful,” his whisper is soft against your warm flesh. you rub your hands along his broad shoulders, then slide them down his firm biceps. “and you look sexy in black,” you perk up at him, eyes round and gleaming. he loves you, he’s come to realize. and the last thing he wants is to screw this up . . .

he’s thinking too damn much. you can easily tell. it’s obvious in the way his thin blonde brows wire downwards like something’s wrong.

“reiner . . . stop it.” you order, voice serious. you only ever speak that way when you want his utmost attention. to that, he fixes his posture and stands tall as if he’s on patrol.

“stop what?” is his vague response, hands loosely positioned at either one of your hips. you lift your palms to cup his face, feeling the definition of his high cheekbones and firm jawline beneath your fingertips. he’s gorgeous, you think.

“for one, you’re clenching your teeth,” you mention, caressing his rigid jaw line until the tightness lessens. his stubble’s rough and scratchy, but it fits him so damn well. “and you’re frowing, baby.” next, your thumbs trail up to his brows, gently kneading at the creased arch. “relax.”

“m’sorry,” reiner lets out, tone low and pleading. his hands rub at your sides in an anxious pattern. “it’s jus’ that you’re so important to me . . . i wanna do this right, y’know?”

“i bet you will, rei. no need to worry, hm?” you shoot him a soft smile, and he returns it; one of the rare times you catch a glimpse of his nice and shiny teeth. “now show me a good time, papa.”

right before taking your leave , your parents have questions for you— almost too many. you don’t have any business meetings or mall trips on your schedule, so where on earth is he taking you to? rei-rei claims that he’s bringing you to a new restaurant that you’ve been meaning to try. he’ll drive you there and stay on patrol; or so he says. they decide not to question the unusually neat way his blonde hair is slicked back, or how his black dress-shirt and slacks look sharper than usual. hell, he smells amazing too. it can’t be denied that mister braun cleans up nicely.

see, reiner told a partial truth to your family. you’re on your way to a new german restaurant that’s about twelve minutes out, it’s just that you wanted to try it out with him in particular. on the drive there, you just can’t seem to restrain yourself from gazing at the man. reiner looks so put together like this, in a strapping black outfit that‘s snug against his arms, chest and thighs. his side profile’s flawless— he’s got a perfectly defined nose that slopes down to his lips, and you yearn to lick on his protruding adam’s apple. he’s got one hand on the wheel, merging into lanes and making u-turns, while the other that’s unoccupied intertwines with your softer, smaller one.

upon reaching a red light, he takes the opportunity to lift your hand up to his face, trailing his lips along the back of it. “lieblich . . .” he murmurs something in his native tongue that you can’t seem to understand, though you know its meaning is a sweet one. your grin makes him forget all about the risk he’s taking.

upon reaching your destination, reiner’s back in bodyguard-mode. that’s how he gets whenever you’re in public. yes, you’re on a date, but your safety will forever be his number one priority. he escorts you in with a large hand fit snugly into the small dip of your back as he confirms the reservation. his touch never leaves you, not even for a second. he does that thing; where he takes a brief one-over of the area, scrutinizing his environment before making the next move. you go one, two, three stories up, to the VIP floor where your dinner seats reside.

it’s a lot, he knows— the velvet floors, fancy cream-white seats and glass-like walls that showcase an aweing view of the city. you’re more than used to the finer things in life, so the only thing he wants to give you is what you deserve.

you’re raving on about how nice everything looks, leaning back into your seat as you sip on a flute of sheer-pink rosé. he’s relieved to know that he was able to make you smile tonight. a waiter presents themselves, and reiner effortlessly engages with them in german conversation. his words are smooth and fluid as he translates all the entrée and sides you asked for. even when placing a simple order, he’s still the sexiest man on earth. would now be a bad time to kiss the hell out of him?

the next three hours go by quick. you’re chatting and laughing and trying bits of each other’s platters ( though, it's mostly you eating a over half of the food from his plate . . . ) you got yourself salted-caramel ice cream for dessert, and reiner’s mischievous enough to lean close and lick the dripping residue off the corner of your lips. you gasp at him and deliver a playful kick to his foot from under the table.

“what? you had somethin’ there.” is the given excuse for his rascal behavior. naughtiness twinkles in his golden-brown eyes. there aren’t many people up here on the expensive floor, apart from two other occupied tables located on the other end of the room, and a handful of waiters that leave the kitchen every now and again. he’s lucky there isn’t anyone to catch you both.

“you’re crazy,” your laugh is infectious, “don’t make me return the favor.”

in a quick motion, reiner swipes a finger into the ice cream, his touch meeting a subtle cold. before the caramel gets the chance to melt all the way down the length of his digit, he smears some across his bottom lip. his tongue juts out to lick up the rest of the treat from his index finger.

“oh, please do.”

being away from probing eyes has made reiner bold as ever. you take him up on his request, tilting forward so that your tongue can eagerly swipe over his lips and wipe them clean. mostly sweet, just the tiniest bit salty. you want more of him already.

there’s isn’t a soul watching, so reiner escalates it. in an instant he’s got your lips merging, his hand squeezing your thigh from under the table, hot puffs of air escaping you both. “oh my god— you’re g’na get me in trouble, rei!”

“so be it,” reiner mumbles in reply, his words ticklish against your lips. from underneath his fingertips, reiner senses how tightly you press your thighs together, hungry for friction. he’s even beginning to feel worked up himself. but, the pair of you haven’t gone that far yet. the most you’ve done are hour-long makeout sessions on your king-sized bed in the earliest points of the day, when you have enough privacy to get away with it. but you wouldn’t mind feeling him in a new way tonight . . .

“you wanna get out of here, don’t you, mama?” reiner coos, cheeks rosier with his eyes slightly lidded. “mhm,” you’re quick to agree. so he puts the payment for the meal on his tab, takes your hand in his and leads you back down to floor one until you’re out of the building and back inside your window-tinted g-wagon.

mister braun is big. you’ve always known it from his appearance alone, but fuck, it holds a much greater meaning when he’s got you tucked into the backseat of your mercedes with his slacks pulled down to his ankles and your dress strewn sideways, making a slow attempt to press himself into you.

“fuck. let me in, princess,” reiner’s grunt is low, throaty enough to make you clench. your flesh feels hot and your pussy’s leaking all over the coffee-brown suede seats. he knows well enough to play around with your clit, reveling in the noises you make when his pressure increases. simultaneously, his lips suction at the smooth flesh of your neck. it feels like you’re burning up, and he’s the only one who can quench your fire.

experimentally, his hips tilt forward, and another two inches make its way in. he’s only got his fat tip and then some past that dripping hole of yours, but it’ll take much more to stretch you wide open for him. he’s groaning and muttering all sorts of profanities— about how tight you are, how good you feel, how fucking nasty this is of you.

“c’mon, woman,” reiner sucks a sharp breath into his lungs, goading you on, “lemme fuck this tight pussy.” he’s got you dangerously aroused, done by the effort of a few dirty words. wetness dribbles down from your slit to the place you and reiner carnally join, slicking up his girthy shaft as he continues to break himself past your tight rings of muscle. you claw at his solid arms, basking in the stretch. his size is imposing, forcing you open to accommodate all of him. it burns in the best way possible.

“m—more, papa,” you make out a pretty whine, knowing just how he loves your begging. you’ve got your lips agape, kissed raw from reiner’s earlier advances. you grow restless and begin to rock your hips, aching to take the entirety of him.

“mm, don’t worry, baby. i’ll give it to you so good,” it takes a little more of reiner bucking his pelvis, movements careful and shallow, for him to finally make it in. he’s bottomed out, and you can feel the throbbing from his underside. having you wrapped around him feels so incredibly right. you clench rapidly, enveloping him in an incomparable warmth.

by the time he’s made everything fit, you’re a darling little mess. your hair’s gotten frizzy and your eyes are all big ‘n glassy, with your lower lip tucked underneath your teeth. one moan after another escapes you, streaming into his ears like liquid gold. reiner throbs at the sound of every little mewl. he licks away your tears which you hadn’t even known began to fall, catching them before they can roll down the apples of your cheeks. you love the feeling, it’s just that there’s so much of him to handle at once— his fat cock, searing-hot tongue, large roaming hands . . . he's this close to consuming you whole, and you want him to.

reiner’s attentive with the way he fucks you. out, in, the pattern goes, hips drawing back before he slams back into your shaking frame all over again. he hits so unbelievably deep every time, like the width of him can’t help but prod against every spot you have. he manages to stimulate every inch of your walls, bumping every crook and ridge possible. not a part of you goes unattended to. reiner dips his head low to catch your beaded nipple between his lips, while his cock drives further inside and impels you to make more room, just for him.

as gentle as he may try to be, reiner’s undeniably a hefty man. taking it slow won’t make any difference; every deep plunge he makes into your cunt has the car creaking on its very own wheels.

“i fuckin’ love you,” he drops the heated words, punctuated with drilling thrusts; but the dick’s got you goin’ all dumb on him. it’s cute, he can’t deny, but reiner needs you to know exactly what you mean to him. so he grips at your chin from either side and lightly squeezes your cheeks together, tender with care but steady enough to make your eyes uncross and focus on him alone.

“you hear me? i— goddamnit, love you more than anything. love you so much,” the deeper he pushes in, the less you can manage to breathe. you feel the pulsing of his cock in your tummy, and it’s like the tip snags so deep that it nearly lingers in your throat. you feel yourself bounce against the seat, tits jiggling whenever he sinks inside, draws out, and snaps right back into you. your gut feels tightly wound up, and your pussy’s become impossibly more sensitive.

you’re close, he can feel it. your walls flutter with more ardor than before, squishing against the base of him with a tightness gratifying enough to spur moans from deep within his chest. you even bring your hands down to claw at his asscheeks, firm and round to the touch; the perfect source of leverage.

“r— reiner!” you cry out to him, and he’s sure his name hasn’t sounded so good up until now. he wonders if you can actually hear yourself and just how slutty you sound. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” to that you nod, head bobbing desperately. you don’t have to tell him, he knows. reiner’s knowledge is keen on the topic of you. what you like, what you don’t, and when you’ve had enough. now he’s truly taking his sweet time getting to know you from the inside out.

he presses a consoling peck to your forehead, maintaining that undoing pace of his. the repetitive ‘plat’ of his heavy balls smacking into your sticky cunt is dull compared to the huffing, panting and whining, but it’s there in all its vulgarity.

“ooh, i know exactly what y’need, princess. papa’s g’na take care of you . . . ” reiner doesn’t even say it above a whisper, just declares his devotion in the softest way he can. he slips a hand down the middle of your sweat-streaked bodies to bring some attention back to your precious clit, lewdly slick and much puffier than earlier. he gives swift strokes using the pads of his fingers, combined with the fluid roll of his hips, until you're arching into his broad chest and snapping your quivering thighs closed, trapping his wrist in between them.

reiner can unravel you with such ease, like he lives for the sole purpose of your pleasure and nothing else. you convulse against him, so he slows. but reiner hardly lets up. not completely, that way he’s able to ride you through it. he continues on, feeding you shallow thrusts to near his own high. his movements turn borderline erratic; thighs trembling, cock throbbing. he’s so close, “gonna cum,” his warning comes off as a groan, straight from the depths of his gut, erotic and primal. he’s clenching his teeth again— this time, for good reason. “where do y’want me?”

not a second is wasted before you plead, ‘ inside! ’ and with that, you’ve officially fucking broken him. never did he think his wildest dream would’ve come true by the very first date. lucky mister braun, getting to fill you up— especially when it’s what he’s been stroking himself to the thought of every other night. now, you’re practically crying for him to give it all to you. undoubtedly, he will.

he comes through one final, sloppy jerk of his hips. with a breathy grunt released into the car’s stuffy atmosphere , his warm seed spurts into you, tainting your womb. once reiner slips out, his thick cum pours down to present the most obscene view. it’s all so slippery, seeping down until there’s a wet puddle of your and his making beneath your ass. reiner’s body goes lax, thoughtfully balancing himself over you with his face propped onto your boobs. it’s only now that he realizes, legs cramped up, that he’s a bit too large for the backseat.

“ . . . i meant what i said earlier.” reiner’s voice comes off muffled, with his face stuffed between your tits and all. he looks adorable this way, gazing up at you with his lips curled into a slight pout. his arms loop your waist, snug and secure.

“mm, you said a lot of things earlier,” is your soft laugh, recalling his crude mouth and how worked up it made you. he allows you to rake your nails through his short blonde fringes.

“applying for this gig is the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me,” reiner makes an attempt to sit upright and show his conviction, but he ends up with his back hunched over in the restrictive space. he disregards his comfort and reaches for your hands, clasping them in his own. “i said that i love you . . . and i mean it.” his words are airy. he’s still winded from the sex.

“and i love you,” you mean it, too. with all your being. you love him in a way you've never loved anybody else. mister braun keeps you safe, sprinkles you with compliments, slips on your heels for you, puts you first. he makes you feel like this pairing has a chance, like you don’t have to hide it. besides, he deserves your all. you should be proud to call him yours, and that you are.

reiner always wants your kisses. in the morning when you wake, right before dinner, and as you’ve recently discovered, after sex too. you’re always eager to receive his lips pressed to yours. “i love you,” reiner adds in between pecks. he now says it like it’s second nature— he loves you. it makes your heart leap from beneath your chest. he kneads your bare thighs in his palms, slowly gliding his tongue into your mouth. without shame, you moan against his lips. slivers of spit tether you both even after you part.

“i want everyone to know that we belong to each other, reiner . . . my family, too.” you admit, peering up at his handsome face through your curled lashes. you’ve got your hands planted at his chest, feeling at the solidity of his pecs.

“tonight?” he asks, tone unsure.

“yes, tonight, rei!”

he adores your sudden zeal for honesty. he truly does, but—

“maybe another day would work better, princess,” reiner muses, “when your parents wouldn’t kill me for all those hickeys on your neck.”

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[jaythenugget]

1, 17, and 37 for the BG3 act 1 asks!

HAIII SORRY I TOOK SO LONG im so bad at this sob emoji.... if anyone wants to ask anything about Zeno - here.... (also please feel free to ask about any of my ocs in general i love oc talk)

(1) Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?

There he is!! His name is Zeno, he's a high elf and a grandpa around 300 years old, a rather infamous thief-for-hire and a menace to rich people lmao He's just a guy, no dark urges or anything.

Grumpy and mostly quiet, Zeno prefers working and just hanging out alone, thinking that if you want to do something, better to do it youself. He's not with any guild currently and doesn't operate in any nation in particular, he just kinda goes wherever money takes him.

I wasn't too much into DnD prior to BG3 and I'm kinda still learning about the setting of Forgotten Realms, but I was thinking that prior to this whole thing, maybe when he was much-much younger, he lived in Baldur's Gate and made money as the leader of merchants guild. He was much kinder and open to people back then, but some kind of personal tragedy struck him, which made him to abandon not only his business, but also leave his entire old life behind. From loving, caring, benevolent elf, over the years he turned into somebody completely different - cold, selfish and unsympathetic. Nowadays he's not the type of person to care much about anything if there's no benefit in it for him, but... who knows, maybe there's at least some light left in his stone-cold heart?..

(17) What does your Character think of Withers?

Zeno always thought he was creepy and at first was strongly against him following the party around, though never really attempted to do anything to him or kick him out. In act 2 he might get used to him more, but the entire act one he's just kind of on the edge. He never really had a walking corpse following him around after all haha

(37) Did your Character find the Necromancy of Thay? How are they handling it / planning to handle it?

I'm going to be honest - I never knew about this entire quest until I finished the game ........... 😭 But I looked a little bit into it, and, well, I just think there was a time in Zeno's life when he dabbled a bit into necromancy. Back when he tried to figure out if he can bring someone back to life, someone very important to him. It was pretty dark period in his life and the one he's not proud of, and perhaps that book might've reminded him of that, so he got rid of it after realizing it (though, maybe, some part of him kind of regrets it). Sorry Gale and Astarion, no dark knowledge for you!!!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #oc #baldurs gate 3 #ask game #dnd

[djeterg19]

So I know Day needs to grow up and deal with his shit with Night like an adult but...where the hell has their mom been in all this? Because they all live in the same house. She must know there's deep issues between them. She was pushing hard for Night to be Day's guardian. Why would she ever think that would be a good idea with how much Day holds a grudge against/resents Night? Is this another case of her burying her head in the sand and ignoring the issue? Does she not care that one of her sons hates the other? Or is she just gone so much that she has no idea what their relationship is like? And why does she travel so much? She's a chef, a profession not known for needing a lot of travel, and a rich one at that. Even if she was doing things like frozen meals or cookbooks, she could be home way more than she is. Remote work, especially when you are as well off as they are, is not hard to arrange.

Not only that but there are signs that she parentified Night and made Day a golden child. Day clearly was a high achiever considering how well he did at badminton and Night has been expected to take over as Day's guardian even though I don't think that's what either of them want. Like what does Night want to do with his life? Is he allowed to have an interest outside of taking care of Day? Or does the family just expect him to give up everything because his brother got into a car accident picking him up?

And Day doesn't seem to have been held accountable or faced any consequences. He's gone through who knows how many caretakers before they hired Mork. Night mentioned they didn't last more than a couple of days at most and I can only assume they were working with professionals before they started resorting to the interview process where they first met Mork. His behavior must have been pretty bad or he just kept firing them without any consequence. And really he should not have had the power to just fire someone on a whim or if they said or did anything especially after it happened a couple of times. Because if he didn't have money or a family that enabled that behavior he would have been on his own much sooner. This goes back to my frustration that Day was not put into therapy after getting the diagnosis. And nothing was done to get Day to adjust to the new situation. The house wasn't changed and he wasn't given tools to navigate his own home either. I've ranted about this before so I will leave it for now.

And, yes, being a single mother is hard but she apparently had the option of allowing the dad into their life and didn't want him around. Don't get me wrong she had every right to leave and move away because of the cheating and not want to be around him but she should have found a way to co-parent with him or at least maintain some kind of relationship with him for the boys. Even if it was just phone calls or having the kids spend a holiday here and there with him. There's no indication that he didn't want to be a father to their children. Maybe it's because I come from divorced parents but when you decide to have children you should know that it will come with doing some things you don't like or wouldn't choose for yourself for their best interest.

Anyways, I don't think Night and Day's issues started with the accident. They go much deeper than that and I can't help but think it's due to how they were raised and in a way neglected emotionally that caused them to see each others as rivals for her attention instead of brothers that both equally deserve her love and attention. Because Day thinking Night is trying to steal their mom's affection is not normal at all. It's deeply unhealthy and has to have roots that have grown over years and not just since the accident.

#last twilight #last twilight meta #idk if this makes as much sense as i thought it would when i started...

[stillcarmine]

While I still think that Esperanza would laugh at the thought of dating a guy like Tristan... there are many ways to take a mortal step siblings Leo & Piper au....

so:

Tia Callida??

How would the addition of another seemingly unimportant demigod impact her dynamic with Leo?

She probably would have wormed her way into their new place, being like, 'damn, now I gotta gaslight TWICE as many mortals?'

Depending on where in his career Tristan was at any given point, they could hire actual babysitters and nannies, in which case, Hera would either need to lay the magic trickery on heavier or get a new disguise.

I think Piper says that his King of Sparta role was like his break out hit, even though he had success before that, and she helped him study up on Greek mythos, so she must not have been super young at that point. 

Then again, it'd been long enough that the McLean’s had fallen into a bad cycle of Piper getting into trouble for attention and Tristan not giving it to her and having Jane deal with her, not to mention the whole 'any three questions' thing.

So let's just assume that Tristan was mildly successful from when Piper was relatively young, like 6 or 7.

Anyway, yeah, so like, Piper would have a LOT of complicated feelings about her dad remarrying and having someone else take his time and attention, even though Esperanza would absolutely be loving and supportive to Piper. 

So like, part of her wants to lean into having a maternal figure, but she's GOT a mom, one that she's desperate to know more about, one that her father will never tell her about. And it feels like Tristan is just replacing this mom Piper's been yearning for, and no matter how great and kind this lady may be, she ISN'T Piper's mom. 

And then there's Leo. I don't think they'd get along at first.  Piper likely thinks he's odd and isn't interested in what he likes. At this point though, Leo doesn't go out of his way to be loud and make people laugh or hide his feelings, because he doesn't yet have anything to run or hide from. 

Leo's got a more healthy view of his birth father, because his mother has always told him that they'll meet one day and that he'll understand more when that happens. Leo sees his father less as part of his mother and he's less curious about him than Piper is about her mom. 

Leo would be pretty uninterested in Tristan as a person at first, but he'd be glad that his mom has more help and more time for herself and that she doesn't have to struggle as much. 

While Esperanza wouldn't let Tristan use his fame to get her a job, he DOES know a lot of rich and influential people who know people and basically, he creates opportunities for the right people to see how intelligent and valuable Esperanza is as an engineer, and gives her some breathing room to develop that screw design she was working on and trying to get patented when she died in canon. 

She eventually DOES get her design patented and sets Leo up for the future.

Both parents seem like they'd be generous with each other and their kids, but both have known struggle and idk, it'd probably be something they have to talk about, I'm not sure what outcome it'd be. 

Either way, they of course DO consider their step children as family and WOULD take care of them if something happened to their spouse.

Which leads us to the Gaea of it all. 

So she sets up Esperanza's death because her employee Madea got a premonition while in the Fields of Punishment that Leo was fated to cause Gaea issues. Gaea couldn't outright kill Leo, but she does say that she can make him suffer. 

Piper being in the picture could go a few ways:

Either, Madea also sees that Piper is a threat, which would be interesting since she and Piper have that whole charmspeak/ magic struggle in TLH and in TBM. 

It could be more personal for Madea that way, she might highlight Piper's role over Leo's which, if it's only one parent to die, might make it Tristan.

But considering that in canon Piper still existed at the time that Leo did, and Gaea decided to set him up to suffer and not Piper? But then that might have been because of Hera paying attention to him and training him to be a hero.

But if Hera was still around when Piper came into the picture...

Idk what Hera and Aphrodite's relationship is like. I'd like to believe that it's one of the more positive ones, since love and marriage go together (ideally) and I don't think Aphrodite ever had an affair with Zeus, so there's a point in her favor to Hera. 

It WOULD be something to have the whole lost trio be coached/ favored by Juno/Hera...

If that's the case, then yes, Piper might have been on both Madea and Gaea's radar, in which case, Gaea might have targeted both Tristan and Esperanza.

Which just leads to a whole other mess:

Things could go a lot of different ways depending on whether or not Leo and Piper considered each other siblings, or if they got along or were friends. 

As much as I like the idea of their friendship, I don't think it was really as strong in canon as it's made out to be by readers. Piper has a selfish streak, and I'm not saying that to be hateful. It's an important and interesting element of her character, and it could be really integral in this situation. 

Piper was like, the first person to have positive feelings about Leo's fire and to praise him for it in canon. 

Can you imagine the reverse of that, if Gaea manipulates him into killing both his mother and Piper's father? 

Piper MIGHT hold on to Leo because he's the only family she has left, and she's terrified to be alone. Or she might lash out and hurt him more deeply than he's ever been hurt.

That also depends on whether Hera trained Piper as well, and if Piper was jealous of the preference that the 'babysitter' showed to Leo over her. 

Also, Piper would have become attached to Esperanza eventually, even if she didn't want to admit it. And that, the loss of another mother, of never getting to show her that she did consider her a mom, that she's gone, and Piper made her think that she didn't want her, that she pushed her away and now doesn't get the chance to fix that?

And that, I think, could get Leo to fight back, because he spent the whole time watching Piper outwardly reject his mother, who he loved so much and now Piper wants to act like her death is about Piper's loss?

They could very well implode. 

And they go their separate ways, Piper to whatever guardian her father had appointed for her, and Leo running from that same guardian, because of course their parents wanted them to stay together. 

So Piper's just trying to live her life but she's always haunted by the knowledge that her brother is somewhere out there, alone and probably in danger and she has no idea what happened to him or where he is or if he's thinking about her. 

Oh, and when they meet up again for the Prophecy of Seven bullshit?? Woooooooo!!

Or maybe she runs off too, but in the opposite direction of Leo, and they go through they're own shit, learning and getting stronger and getting knocked down and getting back up again, but always seem to run into each other over and over again, and it's like, 'ugh, you again' but also 'oh thank god you're okay' but also 'get out of my face i never want to see you again' but 'if you touch my sister/ my brother again you'll be on your way to the Underworld WAY early'.

And maybe one of them gets into a scrape they can't get out of and the other HAS to help, they HAVE to, and that leads to some kind of reconciliation even though there are all these bitter feelings of grief and blame and abandonment, but beneath that, they just miss each other, god, they miss each other. 

Or, Piper might not blame Leo, whether because Hera did train her too and she knew about Leo's abilities already and knew that he wouldn't have hurt their parents and saw that Gaea was manipulating him. 

In that case, then, yay, a little runaway team of two. 

Doubtful that Gaea would let the two of them end up anywhere good, even though Tristan would have had better options for a guardian than Esperanza would have with her judgmental family. 

Or maybe they might have ended up someone fine, but they're both traumatized and terrified and grieving and can't trust anyone but themselves and run from any decent situation to make it on their own. 

And you know, maybe they end up in the Labyrinth, or the Lotus Casino, or get found by the Titan army. Maybe they stumble into the Waystation, maybe a random god takes them under wing and guides them along to camp, lots of stuff could happen. 

Because the world is terrible, they would need to develop their abilities much sooner to keep themselves safe.

They've probably killed some people.

 Like, Piper would scream in blind terror at some man following her to leave her alone and he'd walk out into traffic and calmly get hit by a truck, that kind of thing. 

Well, Piper probably kills people, accidentally and then intentionally when needed, but Leo might not be able to bring himself to repeat what he did to their parents. It's okay, though, Piper understands and takes care of that part.  

Oh, and by the time they get to the giant war, they are just so done.

#the bolded words are mainly to break up the text #leo valdez #piper mclean #esperanza valdez #tristan mclean #ohhh the thought of piper and Esperanza hurts now #heroes of olympus #the lost hero #hera pjo #juno pjo #hoo #tlh #liper #platonic liper #?? not sure how to tag that

[gabessquishytum]

okok im sorry but nepo baby dream has bewitched me body and soul. how about lil nepo baby dream who's been overshadowed by his parents and his siblings for *so* long to the point that even though he's young he still has. well. issues. eventually he meets cori and they have rough, cathartic sex, and get his problems not resolved but they're out of his system, now, and it's an improvement so in dream's book it's wonderful. and then after a while of that he meets hob, who he also sleeps with, but after being taken care of one (1) time and being able to be a pillow prince who doesn't need to fight tooth and nail to be treated with kindness, the doors have opened for a whole NEW kind of intimacy. (tbh this could probably work in a decently canon-compliant way but i'm a huge sucker for human dream lmfao take that bitches power away!!!!!)

BIG fan of nepo baby Dream getting fucked in various places and various ways <3

In the office he gets fucked brutally by Cori, who takes and takes and only gives Dream what he wants when he decides that its time. They do it in odd places and Dream ends up bruised all over, but he's satisfied.

And then the family hires a new driver to take him to and from work, and Dream decides that he's going to seduce Hob Gadling, the man is too pretty and soft and Dream really wants to fucked in the back of the car, ok. Of course Hob can't resist for very long, but he makes it so sweet and lovely for Dream (to make up for the questionable ethics of fucking an 18yo). He doesn't even mind that he's obviously getting sloppy seconds most of the time.

Dream is getting so much sex he can barely walk, and his mind is a pleasant blank slate most of the time. He's finally getting adequate attention and having his needs met and he's suddenly so sweet and docile, nobody knows what to make of him!

(Cori and Hob definitely know each other and spend nights after work talking about fucking Dream and sharing tips on how to ruin the little rich boy even more <3)

#the sandman #dreamling #corintheus #hobrintheus #nsft

[noperopesaredope]

I think that house-elves could have worked in a way, but the framing and execution made it confusing and off-putting. So I thought of 3 different ways (not all at once, instead just three different routes) that house-elves could have been written that wouldn’t have been as unsettling.

1) Actually depicted the slavery thing as bad.

Hermione was basically made fun of for advocating for house-elves’ freedom, and multiple house-elves (besides Dobby) actually WANTED to stay enslaved. This was pretty icky, and whether or not they are based off of the Transatlantic Slave Trade or not, it had bad historical connotations. Perhaps it should be actually portrayed as bad.

In this version, only rich purebloods tend to have house elves (Hogwarts would simply hire them), and other characters like Ron and Harry would agree with Hermione, she would simply be the most passionate about it.

That’s basically it for that. Just portray it correctly.

2) Connect them to their origin folklore.

House-elves are based off of Brownies, a creature in Scottish folklore, and they are actually pretty interesting. Apparently, Brownies aren’t really slaves, they are just really dedicated to their house. They have a connection to it, and are actually quite picky. They also might change houses if the home owner annoys them. Giving them clothes is basically evicting them.

Maybe just show it like that, but Dobby was cursed in some way, and can’t leave unless he gets kicked out like that. That way, his story line can still work and some characters will make more sense, like the house-elf in the Black’s house. He doesn’t give a crap about the people, he just cares about his house.

Also, get rid of the Hermione thing entirely.

3) House-elves intentionally (and magically) swear loyalty to people

So I made up some of my own lore that would keep most things in the books the same (even the Hermione thing), but make it much less gross whilst explaining certain things. Basically, in my version, house-elves aren’t exactly slaves. Instead, house-elves are simply very loyal, and have an intense desire to help others.

They often need a “master” or leader of some sort, basically a boss. So if they find a family that they deem worthy of their loyalty, they may ask to swear loyalty to said family. The will make some sort of magical oath type thing that will bind them to the family and they will follow that family’s orders. It really is more of a follower type thing then a slave thing, but the house-elves choose to be binded to a family. You know how Dobby was extremely dedicated to protecting Harry and basically wanted to serve him? It’s like that, but also using a spell that declares that house-elf a “servant” of that person or family.

Unfortunately, Dobby choose a bad family by mistake, thinking that they were trustworthy. But they abused that trust and his loyalty. He eventually wanted to leave, but his oath prevents him from doing so. The only way to break the oath is through the clothes thing.

So the theme of that would be more about loyalty and trust, how people can use it against you, and how sometimes doing the right thing can be most important.

Also, get rid of the Hermione thing in this version.

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So those are potential routes you could take house-elves.

Now, I would say that this is all just small suggestions and I think JKR is still a good writer (other than this and like, a lot of other stuff), but I kinda hate her, so actually this is made of hate and malice.

Anyways, hope you think this is interesting, and I’d love to hear other people’s ideas.

#Harry Potter #hp #house elves #house elf #writing #harry potter fandom #fix it fic #kinda #writing advice #harry potter salt #dobby #dobby the house elf #master has given dobby a sock #brownies #scottish folklore #hogwarts #harry potter rewrite #anti jkr #just so you know #harry potter analysis #harry potter critical #potter

[hologramcowboy]

Gen comes from a very rich family, she’s never needed Jared’s money. It’s also not Jared who gets her all of her business connections but Charlie Capen who has been working with Gen for years.

Gen has her own career outside of Jared. I know a lot of tinhatters and wife antis like to paint her as a failed actress, but she was actually pretty successful before retiring to be home with her children. Not counting Supernatural, a role she got herself and didn’t force her husband to have written for her like Danneel did, Gen worked consistently up until she started having children. Which is how you can tell she actually retired because of her children, unlike Danneel who used motherhood to cover up the fact that no one wanted to hire her. She preformed in four theater productions, appeared in at least one movie per year from 2004-2007, was the lead in Wildfire which ran for 4 seasons (2005-2008) and had a small cult following, was a recurring character on abc’s Flashforward (2009, it only ran for one season, but it did win an Emmy), and her final project was being a lead in the movie Hated (2012) which won several awards at various film festivals. And while she might not be the strongest actress (I personally like her acting, something about it evokes 1960s, slightly campy starlet), she did care enough about her craft to go to school for acting (graduated from NYU Tisch School of Arts with a BA in English and a BFA in Drama). She did an interview with Entertainment Weekly back in 2020 about reprising Ruby for the final season, and she talked about preparing to to return by reading her old scripts from season 4, looking at her old acting notes and prepping with Jared before filming. She did more work to appear on one episode than Jensen did to create the prequel. And while her role on Walker was technically because of Jared, Anna Fricke was the one who proposed the idea and Gen was very open about how she got the role the moment it was announced she was cast. No pretending she got the role on her own merit like Danneel did with that whole Sister Jo/Anael travesty.

Instead of sitting around spending Jared’s money like tinhats want her to (I’m serious, I’ve had the misfortune of seeing a few posts and they’re all lamenting why can’t she just be a good beard like Danneel and just quietly spend her husbands money. Lot to unpack there) she wanted a little bit of independence and to contribute to the household. So she started blogging because it meant that she could still be at home with her children while working. Jared doesn’t pay for her ads or her magazine interviews because that’s not how business works. Charlie Capen helps manage Gen’s blog and gets her these ad deals, writers for Towwn and helps her with networking. She’s not coasting by on Jared’s name, she just working and shares Jared’s last name because they’re married. Has Jared promoted her? Of course, he’s her husband and wants to support her. He’s also promoted his sister’s books, yet no one labels his sister a leech. In fact Gen’s instagram didn’t even have her last name for the first few years, she changed it when the trend of usernames ended and most influencers just started going by their legal names.

Gen might have a nanny to help with the kids, but almost every mom would if they could afford it. Raising children really does take a village. And it’s clear that both Jared and Gen spend a ton of time with their children and as a family unit despite having a nanny or two. Unlike Danneel, who hasn’t shied away from how much she dumps her children on the nanny even during a pandemic and sent them to school prior to vaccines because they just couldn’t deal with them anymore. Imagine living in a huge mansion, your only job being a stay at home mom, having a nanny take care of your children most of the time, the resources to hire private tutors for your children so that they can stay safe and you don’t have to play school teacher, and still saying “hmm, I’m seeing too much of my children. Better send them off to school so that I don’t have to deal with them for the hour a day I pretend to be a hands on mother.”

The long and short of it is, Danneel wishes that she was half the woman that Gen is. Gen is her own person who happens to be married to a very famous man, a man that she loves and supports at every turn.

"The long and short of it is, Danneel wishes that she was half the woman that Gen is. Gen is her own person who happens to be married to a very famous man, a man that she loves and supports at every turn."

This post was a joy to read for me because it beautifully explained everything I would have wanted to communicate about Gen but couldn't really put into words. Thank you, Anon! 💕

#Gen appreciation #anti Danneel #Genevieve Padalecki appreciation

[rogeriswater]

Don't Leave Me Now

xli

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: gertrude being a bitch, sexually explicit content (oral f receiving, p in v sex), mentions of drunk driving and it's consequences

~m.r~

Tonight was the night of Gertrude's party for Victoria. When I had told Billy about it, he was ecstatic to know that his mother was finally taking an interest in our—excuse me, my daughter. I decided to dress in a way that spited my mother in law. I knew she didn't like when I dressed in a way that showed off how amazing my body was. I was amazed how quickly I was able to get my figure back after giving birth to Victoria.

Billy had some errands to run before the party, but he told me that he would meet us at his mother's house. Us being Olivia and I. The two of us walk out the car. Olivia carried Victoria in her bassinet. "Is Gertrude really as bad as you say she is?" Olivia asked me as she out Victoria in the back seat.

"I'll let you be the judge of that when you meet her" I said. As soon as the two of us get in to the car, I check my makeup and hair in the mirror. I needed to make sure that I looked perfect.

"Maggie, you're pretty enough without all that stuff caked on your face" Olivia said. "Why do you care so much about how you look in front of Gertrude?"

I huff. "She likes to act like she's so much better than me and always put me down. The only thing I have over her is that I'm prettier than her while she looks like a dried up handbag"

Olivia tried so hard not to laugh at that but she couldn't help herself. "Well, if she tries anything, I'm not afraid to give her a piece of my mind"

...

When I pulled up the house, already I noticed all the cars parked in front. I doubt any of these people were family. I should have known Gertrude would invite people behind my back. Now it made me feel less bad for inviting my band mates and girlfriends, even though they were actually part of Victoria's family, or at least I considered them as such. "That fucking cunt" I muttered under my breath.

"Maggie, don't swear like that in front of Victoria!" Olivia scolded me.

"Well Gertrude is one!" I said. "I told her none of her rich friends were welcome, and it looks like she invited every single one of them!"

"You don't have to go in, Maggie" Olivia told me. "We can just drive off and go do something else"

"No, no" I said. "I'm not going to let Gertrude spoil this for me" And with that, I make my way inside. As soon as I get inside, I see all of Gertrude's snobby rich friends all chatting amongst each other. I could tell Olivia was a little intimidated so I just told her to keep close to me.

Eventually, I found Gertrude. I was ready to give her a piece a mind. She saw me and scowled. "I see you've finally arrived."

"You promised you wouldn't invite anyone who wasn't family!" I said.

Gertrude chuckles as she sips her drink. "All these people are family!" Her gaze lands on Olivia. "Who is this?"

"I'm Olivia" She introduced herself. "I'm the nanny"

"The nanny?" Gertrude scoffs. Then she looks at me again. "Really, Margaret? You've hired a nanny? And an American one at that?"

"What's wrong with me being American?" Olivia asks.

Gertrude ignores her and asks me something else. "Where is my son?"

"Billy said he'd be here later" I said.

Gertrude finally takes notice of Victoria. "And this must be my granddaughter!" She looks at her for several moments, not making an effort to pick her up. I notice the way her lip curls in distaste. "She's the most hideous baby I've ever seen" She did not just call my baby girl hideous! Gertrude was lucky I was holding Victoria, otherwise I would have pounced on her. "Are we sure that she's my son's daughter?" I sighed. This was going to be a long night. I couldn't wait until my bandmates got here. Especially Roger.

...

I didn't feel very much like mingling. Olivia kept by me. I told her she didn't have to and that it was okay for her to go and mingle, but she said she didn't feel comfortable doing so. I didn't blame her. I was desperate for a drink, but because I was a breastfeeding mother, that wasn't an option. The only person who made an effort to come and talk to me was Winston. He for one was actually delighted to meet Victoria and thought she was a beautiful baby.

I was relieved when Billy finally showed up, and offered to take Victoria off of my hands for a while. Olivia promised to keep near Billy so that she could keep an eye on Victoria. How I ever got so fortunate to end up with such a wonderful nanny, I'll never know. I found myself something to drink, which ended up just being a glass of orange juice.

 I made my way outside into the spacious backyard. There was barely anyone out here, thank goodness. It allowed me to find a moment of peace. I took a seat under the giant gazebo that was in the middle of the yard. I closed my eyes, enjoying the peace and the feel of the crisp cool wind against my skin. However, that moment was interrupted when I felt a presence beside me. I was ready to tell whoever it was off and to leave me alone, but to my joy, it was Roger.

"How did you know where I was?" I asked him as he sat beside me.

"I can just sense your presence wherever you are, sunshine" Roger says, brushing his finger against my cheekbone. "That's how powerful our love is"

I smile, pressing further into his touch. "Are the others here?"

"I told them to meet us outside. They're just fetching some drinks" Roger explains. "Where's Victoria?" I knew Roger was anxious to see his daughter. My stomach churned with guilty. I felt bad for keeping him away from Victoria.

"Billy is with her right now, and before you say anything, Olivia is also with her"

Roger sighs and then chuckles. "Well, you know I trust Olivia" He drapes his arm over my shoulder. "But I am going to want to see my daughter at some point" I saw the way Roger smiled when he said that. "My daughter. I don't know if I'll ever get used to saying that"

"Gertrude called our daughter hideous" I said.

"What does she know? She's a cunt"

"That's what I said!"

"Speaking of cunts" Roger leans in whispering in my ear. His hand slips beneath my dress and he cups my sex through my panties. "I've been craving a taste of yours"

Before I had a chance to reply, we were joined by our bandmates and the girls. Roger quickly removed his hand from under my dress. The others sat with us under the gazebo. The only person I noticed was missing was Judy. Roger must not have invited her. Hell, even Clea was here with David. Clea gave me a 'we have to talk later' look. "I'm glad you all could come" I told them. "No one in my family wanted to"

"Can you blame them?" Clea says. "Especially after that incident at your wedding" After Clea said that, that definitely piqued some interest.

"What incident was this?" Rick asked.

"My mum punched Gertrude in the face" I said.

"I didn't think Francine would have it in her!" Nick chuckled, slapping his thigh in amusement.

"Why did your mum punch Gertrude?" Rick pressed for details.

"Gertrude started insulting my mum, and my mum was already tense that day and she just cracked"

"I think I have some new found respect for your mum" Nick said.

"Where's Victoria?" Lindy asked. "We've all been anxious to see the little one again"

"Billy has her" I sighed. I don't even know what he was doing with Victoria. All I know I wanted my baby with me. At least I knew Olivia was keeping an eye on both of them.

"Well he better bring her back soon. I have yet to meet her" Clea says. It was as if it was right on queue that Olivia found us outside, and she had Victoria with her. Billy must've got bored of his daughter already.

"There's the baby!" Juliette gushed.

Olivia grinned when she saw everyone. "You guys made it!" She walked over to us. "I'm happy to see you guys. I don't like it in there. I feel like everyone is judging me"

"Can I hold her?" Juliette asked me, referring to Victoria. I nodded, letting Victoria's aunts and uncles give her the attention she truly deserved. Honestly, my bandmates and the girls were probably the only ones here who were truly here for Victoria. This party was for her after all. I was disappointed my family didn't even want to come, but I didn't blame them.

After Clea had met Victoria and had a chance to hold her, she pulled me aside. "I already know that Billy is not Victoria's father. I mean, a baby that beautiful can't possibly have a father as ugly as he is" She said.

I had to keep myself from laughing at that. "Clea!"

"You know it's true. Victoria has Roger written all over her. I'm surprised Billy hasn't noticed yet. But then again, he's as dumb as a brick so I shouldn't be, but anyways, that's not why I wanted to talk to you"

I raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you want to talk to me?"

Clea leans in closer to me. "You cannot tell anyone this, okay?"

"And what is it that I'm not telling?"

"David and I are sort of engaged" Clea confesses.

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head at the news. I don't know what surprised me more. That Clea and David were getting married, or that Clea finally decided to settle down. "Wait, what do you mean sort of?" I asked.

"Well, David hasn't like officially proposed to me. There's no ring or anything yet" Clea began to explain. "There was no him getting down on one knee or a grand romantic gesture. We were both just getting high one day and he made a comment on how we should get married, and I agreed, so now we consider ourselves engaged"

"Congratualtions then, Clea" I said, embracing her in a hug. "I never thought I'd see the day where you agreed to get married"

Clea's lips curled into a smile. "I never thought I would either but David makes me feel really special. Now, speaking of engagements, when is Roger gonna put a ring on your finger?"

"Clea, you know I want him to but—"

"Don't give me that but bullshit!" Clea scoffs. "Roger is the father of your daughter! And it's clear that you two are so madly in love with each other. I don't think I've seen a couple more in love than you two are. You've gotta get married already!"

"But Billy—"

"Girl, you know I love and care about you so much. You've been my best friend for a very long time. But I'm not going to be honest, every time you use Billy as an excuse for getting in the way of your happiness, it pisses me off a little. Why won't you leave him!? What has he done to make you so scared to leave him?" It was after she asked that, that I fell silent and my face fell in shame. Clea's eyes softened as he clicked in her head. "Oh no...he doesn't...does he? Maggie, has he hit you? And please, don't lie to me"

"Maybe once or twice" I answered softly.

"Jesus Christ, Maggie" Clea exhales, running her fingers through her hair. "I knew there was a reason I never liked Billy. Does Roger know?"

"No, and he's never gonna know"

"You have to tell him, Maggie"

"No! I don't want him to think any less of me if I tell him. He's gonna think I'm a stupid wimp"

"He would never think that of you" Clea wraps her arms around me in a comforting embrace. "And I don't think you are either. I think you are one of the strongest women I know"

"What I am is a fucking hypocrite" I sniffle as I wipe away a tear. "I tell my mum to leave her abusive relationship yet I can't leave mine"

"You know what the difference between you and your mum is?" Clea asked me. "You recognize the kind of relationship you have. Your mum refuses to acknowledge it. She'll probably never get out of that relationship and the only way she will is if she's dead. But I know that you will leave someday. It won't be today, it won't be tomorrow, and that's okay. Whenever you do decide to leave, know that there's a whole bunch of people who love you will be there for you"

"Thank you Clea" I truly was thankful to have a friend like Clea in my life, and I wished the best for her and David. Hopefully they work out but something was telling me they weren't. I wasn't going to tell that to Clea though.

I excused myself to go get another drink from inside. I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself another glass of juice. That's when I overheard Gertrude talking to one of her snotty rich bitch friends. I was about to ignore it and walk away but I heard her mention me. "I'm telling you, Cecelia, there is no way that baby is my son's" Gertrude said.

"I always knew your daughter-in-law was a whore" Cecelia snickered. "I'm surprised she doesn't work in a whorehouse"

Gertrude snorted in amusement. "Oh please, she probably lets her bandmates take turns with her. I think she even lets them take her at the same time"

"Which one of them do you think is the father?"

"My money is on the ugly one" I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that Gertrude meant Roger. I'll never understand why people think he's ugly. He is literally the hottest man to ever walk this Earth. People like Gertrude are just fucking blind, I swear. Gertrude continued on. "That would explain why that baby is so ugly. And what kind of name is Victoria anyways?"

"Didn't she say that she was named after her father?" Cecelia asked.

"Ah yes, the man who got himself blown up" Gertrude said. "If you ask me, he deserved it" I was able to handle the whore and ugly baby comments from Gertrude because she was always saying shit like that, but hearing her speak like that about my father was just taking it a step too far. No one ever disrespects my father like that.

"You fucking bitch!" I snapped, making myself known to my cunty mother-in-law and her equally cunty friend. "I can handle all the other insults you throw at me, but never talk about my father like that. You know what you are Gertrude? You're a cunt!"

Gertrude's eyes widened and she dropped her glass of whatever drink she had, while Cecelia let out an overly dramatic gasp. For the first time, I've left Gertrude completely speechless. She usually had something to say back to me, or she'd slap me across the face, but none this time. I've left her completely stunned. I just knew later she's be blabbing to Billy about what I called her but I didn't really give a fuck about that right now.

I did my best to hold in my tears and keep myself from crying at least until I made it back outside with my friends. Once I stepped out of the house, I broke out into tears and collapsed onto my knees. I could see everyone turn their heads towards me but Roger was the one to come over and comfort me. "What's wrong, sunshine?" He asked, crouching beside me so that he could he could wrap his arms around me. "What's got you so upset?"

"It's fucking Gertrude!" I snapped. "It's always fucking Gertrude! She took things too far this time"

"What did she do this time?"

"She said my dad deserved to get blown up" I told him. I could see that hit a nerve with Roger. He understood all too well how saying something like that was hurtful.

"What a fucking insensitive cunt" Roger muttered. "What did you say to her after that?"

"I called her a cunt" I said.

Roger smirked proudly and wrapped his arm around me, bringing me close. "That's my girl" He says. I could see it in his eyes. That naughty gleam like he was planning something. "You wanna get back at her?"

"What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"Come on" Roger takes my hand and he leads me inside the house. Luckily no one seems to notice nor care as he takes me up the stairs. Roger finds our destination: Gertrude's bedroom. He pulls me inside, closing and locking the door. "We're gonna leave a mess in her bed" He says, immediately stripping off all his clothes.

I giggle and bite my lip as I watch him undress. "Yeah, take it all off, baby" I say. With every part of his body that's revealed to me, I only get wetter. His pants are the last thing to come off, revealing his glorious cock to me which stands proud and hard between his legs, already dripping with precum. Roger doesn't even bother letting me undress. He just pulls the top of my dress down, freeing my tits and he pushes it up past my hips, revealing my panties which were already soaked.

"Christ, you're so fucking wet for me already, darling" Roger purrs in approval. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed where he kneels in front of me. He hooks his finger under the damp crotch of my panties and pushes it aside. "Look at this pretty cunt. All wet and ready for me. Do you want me to lick it?"

"Yes, Roger, lick my pussy" I beg him. He starts off by running his finger through my wet folds, stopping to rub at my clit.

"You have to get these sheets wet, okay?" Roger tells me. "She has to be able to smell you"

"With the way you fuck me, that won't be a problem" I tell him. And with that, Roger leans in, placing his head in between my thighs. He just dives right in, lapping up at all my juices with his tongue. I prop myself up on my elbows so that I can watch him. "Oh fuck!" I cry out, lacing my fingers through his hair. He's so good at eating pussy. I just wanted him in between my legs like this for hours.

"Your cunt tastes so good, darling" Roger praises me. "It tastes just as good as it feels" He can't stop himself from moaning and grunting as he eats me out. He shoves his tongue up my hole, licking at my walls while his perfect nose keeps bumping against my nose. He also starts rubbing his thumb on my clit. He was desperate to make me cum, I could tell. "I want you to cum. I want it all over my tongue. Want to taste your sweet release" He coaxes me.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum!" I tell him. It's like a rubber band ready to snap. It only takes him a few more licks before he's got me screaming and creaming all over his tongue. I practically squeeze his head between my thighs, but I'm careful not to crush him. My body keeps twitching as I cum and Roger keeps licking me as he helps me ride out my high. When Roger stands up, his chin is glistening with my juices. He wipes his face and uses that to lubricate his cock.

"Keep your legs spread for me, darling" Roger tells me. He stands in between my legs. He grabs me by my calves and holds onto them, keeping my legs spread for him.  I can feel his cock prodding at the entrance to my pussy. With one swift motion, he enters, slowly pushing into me. He lets out a loud groan as he feels my walls swallow his cock. "Still so tight, even after you had my baby."

"I missed having your cock in my pussy." I tell him as I bounce against him. The bed creaks with every thrust he gives.

"Mmm, I missed taking your pussy like this." Roger says. He leans over so that his body is pressed against mine. He puts his arms around me and holds me close. My tits are pressed right up against his chest. My arms wrap around him and I dig my fingernails into his back as he buries his face in my neck. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie." He keeps chanting my name like a prayer upon his lips.

"Does it feel good, baby?" I ask him, licking the sweat off his neck as I whisper in his ear. Roger can't even form a coherent sentence. All he can do is make noises of his pleasure against my neck. He begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, driving into me harder and deeper. He hits the right spot inside me, making my eyes roll back into my head. "Yes! Right there!" I tell him. "Don't stop, don't stop!"

"I won't stop, baby." Roger mutters, pressing kisses against my skin. "Not until you're cumming all over my cock. And even then, I won't stop" Keeping his promise, Roger keeps on fucking me until he's got me cumming all over him. My release ends up getting every where on the bed, like Roger's intentions were when he brought me up here. I desperately needed him to cum inside of me but Roger had other plans. He pulls out his cock and strokes it, aiming at the wet spot I left on the bed. He cums on the sheets, further staining them with evidence of our love making. After he's spent, Roger collapses beside me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into a deep kiss. After our lips part, we look at the mess we made on Gertrude's bed. Roger chuckles. "What a nice surprise we left for her, don't you think?"

I can't help but giggle as well. "Oh, she'll definitely be surprised" I pout as I nuzzle against his neck. "I'm just a bit disappointed you didn't cum inside me"

"Oh, darling" Roger coos, reaching to stroke my hair. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure to give you a big load next time deep inside your amazing pussy, okay?"

"Okay" We both decide that we should get dressed again and head back downstairs before we risk anyone coming in here and spotting us.

...

Roger and I head back downstairs. We make our way through the crowded room, only to have Olivia approach us with Victoria in her arms. "There you are!" She says when she sees me. "I need you to take your daughter. I've been holding it in for a while, and if I don't go now, I'm gonna piss myself"

I gladly take Victoria off of Olivia's hands. "Where's Billy?" I ask her.

"He found some of his old college buddies and now he's drinking with them" Olivia said with a roll of her eyes before she leaves to find a bathroom. I swallow nervously when she tells me that Billy is drinking. I know what he gets like when he's drunk and frankly I'm not looking forward to it.

Roger notices my uneasiness and grows concerned. "Sunshine, are you okay?"

I force myself to nod and smile. "Yeah, of course I am" I assure him. "Just a bit upset that Billy is choosing drinking with his friends over being with Victoria"

"Well, her real daddy is here to spend time with her" Roger says. I couldn't even begin to describe the way my heart swelled when Roger said that. "Let's go find somewhere quiet to spend time with our little angel"

...

Roger and I make sure that the band and the girls get a chance to say hi to Victoria before Roger and I found a quiet room in the house where we could be alone with our daughter. When Victoria began to cry, Roger took her and she immediately calmed down. "See? She just wanted her daddy" I said.

"Do you think she knows I'm her daddy?" Roger asked me.

"Of course she does. Look at how she looks at you" I said, referring to the way Victoria was looking at him with those big eyes and that toothless grin. "She loves you"

"It still feels so unreal, y'know?" He mentions. "Still can't get over the fact that I'm a dad"

"I know what you mean" I said. "Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm a mum now" Victoria started making gurgling and cooing noises, and she also started touching Roger's face. It was such an endearing sight. Roger grinned and he kissed Victoria on the forehead.

 "We really got it perfect on the first try, didn't we?" Roger says.

I giggle, walking up beside him and resting my head on his shoulder. "We did"

"But I know the other children we have will be perfect too"

"Already thinking about more kids, are you?"

"Absolutely. I'd like four. Two girls, and two boys"

I can't help but chuckle at his answer. "Well, we've got one girl down" I could see that Victoria's eyes were getting heavy and she was ready to fall asleep. I didn't blame her. This was already a long night. I decided to sing her the lullaby that I wrote for her.

Close your eyes, listen to this lullaby It's just for you, baby mine Sleep sound, dream a dream Dream things are not quite as they seem Baby mine, this is your lullaby Baby mine, my oh my

And with that, Victoria had fallen right asleep. I put her in her bassinet and covered her with the blanket to make sure nothing woke her up. I went back over to Roger, who was standing by an open window, smoking a cigarette. "Did you write that, darling?" He asked me.

"I did" I answer with a nod. "I wrote it while I was stuck in the hospital and had nothing else to do"

"It's lovely" Roger said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

I scoffed. "Oh, please. It is not"

"Oh but it is, sunshine" Roger challenges me with a smirk. "And I think it should go on the next album"

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do!" Roger exclaims. He puts out his cigarette and throws it out the window, and then takes my hands in his. "And don't ever doubt yourself like that again. You are incredibly brilliant. It's one of the things I love most about you"

"Thank you, Roger" I said before giving him a tender kiss.

...

I left Roger alone with Victoria so that I could use the bathroom. I trusted that Roger could handle being by himself with Victoria for a few minutes. I was pushing my way through a crowd of people, trying to find one of the many bathrooms, when I felt someone grab my arm. And with how hard I was grabbed, I knew exactly who it was. "Billy, you don't have to grab me that hard!" I scold her, rubbing where he grab me.

"Where's Victoria?" Billy slurred. Great, he was drunk.

"She's safe with someone who is watching her" I tell him.

"I would like to have her with me"

"Billy, you're drunk. I'm not letting you have her when you can barely walk straight"

Billy scoffs and narrows his eyes at me. "I am not drunk!"

"I can smell it on your breath!"

"Just give me my daughter!" He screams. I was so tempted to reply with the scandal that she was not really his daughter but I bit back my tongue. I knew where saying something like that would land me when he's in this state.

"Once you sober up, then you can have her" I instead managed to say.

Billy didn't say anything in response to that, he just grumbled a bit. "Did you call my mother a cunt?" He asks me. Oh, she blabbed about that already, has she? I'm not surprised.

"I did" I answer.

"What did she do?"

"Said my father deserved to get blown up"

"Okay, maybe she is a cunt" Billy said, and it made me want to chuckle at how even drunk, he managed to agree with me. "Look, if I promise to stop drinking for the rest of the night, can I be with my daughter?"

He was being surprisingly well behaved towards me, even though he's drunk. Maybe it's because he knows that we're not at home and in front of other people so he doesn't want to make himself look bad. No matter, I wasn't going to question that right now. "That's a fair compromise" I said.

Billy gave me a silly looking grin. "Thank you, my love" He said, leaning in and giving me a kiss. His beer breath was disgusting. It made me want to vomit when he kissed me. With that, Billy walked away and I continued my search for a bathroom.

...

It came time for the party to end. Billy, Olivia and I were making our way outside to the car. Victoria was being carried in her bassinet, still fast asleep. Billy took out his key. "Honey, I don't think you should drive" I tell him. He was still incredibly drunk. He broke his promise of quitting his drinks for the night.

"I'm fine to drive, Maggie" Billy slurs at me. "Don't be a nagging bitch!"

Olivia stepped in to defend me. "I agree with Maggie, and frankly, if you're going to be driving us home, then I'm not going with you"

"Whatever" Billy scoffs. He opens his door and gets in the car. "Maggie, strap Victoria in the back and get in so we can go home"

"No way!" I said. "Why don't you just let me drive?"

"You know I don't mind you driving the car when you're not with me, but between the two of us, I'm the better driver"

Olivia mutters under her breath. "Not when you're drunk"

"Fine, if you're going to be so insistent on driving, then go ahead. But Olivia and I will get a ride with someone else because we don't feel safe, and Victoria is coming with us" I stood my ground. Billy didn't argue on that with me any further. He just started the car and drove off. I could see him swerving a bit and I won't lie, I did grow a bit worried for him but if anything happened, it would be his own fault.

"I have a bad feeling" Olivia said to me.

I just shrugged. "We tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to us"

...

We ended up just getting a ride home with Roger. I sat at the front with him while Olivia was in the back with Victoria. "Thank you for driving us home, Roger" I tell him.

"Oh sunshine, you don't have to thank me" Roger says, winking at me. "Thank you both for being sensible women and not getting into a car with that drunk idiot"

As soon as Roger pulled up in front of his own house, I immediately spotted the police cars in front of mine. I could feel my heart immediately drop into my stomach. This couldn't be good. I got out of Roger's car and immediately went up to the cops that were standing at my door. "Officers, is everything okay?" I asked them.

"Are you Margaret Robinson?" The first officer asked me.

"Yes, but please, just call me Maggie" I tell them. "Why are you guys here? Did someone try to break into my house?"

"We're actually here about your husband" the second officer said. I could feel my heart almost stop at that point. Was he dead? Or was it something worse? "He got into an accident with another car. Your husband is without any serious injuries but the other driver is now at the hospital in critical condition" Yeah, this was much worse than him being dead.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

[granatkoroleva]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜’𝐬

Created for @stuckybingo

Card # R40101 | Square filled - O3 | AU: Babysitter

Title ⊳ Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Author ⊳ cydonic

Pairing ⊳ Handyman!Bucky x Dad!Steve

Rating ⊳Explicit

Word Count ⊳ 88K

Major Tags ⊳ Modern - No Powers AU, Kidfic, Pets, Neighbors, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Found Family

Summary ⊳ This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he's hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he's ever seen in his life living right next door.

Commentary ⊳ Where to start—I adore Bucky. He's the not-so-smooth handyman who, despite his intentions, does fall for his protective neighbor. The internal conflict he faces throughout on whether or not he would be good for Steve because of his family or if Bucky could be happy when he sells the house if it meant leaving, especially after his days taking care of Emma. The tension and domestic fluff are so unique and make this worthy of many rereads.

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Title ⊳ Lullaby for Futures Lost

Author ⊳ Oh_i_swear

Pairing ⊳ Captain America!Steve Rogers x Nanny!Bucky

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳ 114K

Major Tags ⊳ A/B/O Dynamics, Mentions of Mpreg, Forbidden Love, Heat Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic, Slow Burn

Summary ⊳ Bucky Barnes is a pretty unlikely professional Nanny, being ex-forces and an Alpha - but hey, he went to Woodcreek College, he has his credentials and he's been doing pretty well. He's been doing so well, in fact, that when his last post finishes he's more or less decided to take a break from work and do some traveling around Europe... until he gets a highly lucrative and confidential job offer from someone pretty damn high profile with a crazy pay packet to match....

Of course, there has to be a catch.

Single Dad Steve Rogers is best known as Captain America. But what isn't best known is that when Steve crashed the Valkyrie he was actually in the early stages of pregnancy... and he's an Omega to boot. Now he's lost in the future without the person who should have been his mate, trying to learn how to parent and deal with this newly discovered side of himself.

It's clear he needs help.

Thankfully, his teammates have his back.

They've hired a nanny.

Commentary ⊳ I read this entirely in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down. There was action and suspense and domestic fluff at every turn, and Bucky does it all—he’s a nanny.

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Title ⊳ Getting Away With Murder

Author ⊳ roe87

Pairing ⊳ Dog Walker!Bucky Barnes x Rich!Steve Rogers

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳6k

Major Tags ⊳ Modern AU, No Powers, Humor, Dark, Cheating, Bucky Kills Peggy, Pet Sitter Bucky, Suspence, Seduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Dynamics

Summary ⊳ Steve and Peggy have an annoying small dog that needs a dog-nanny ASAP. So they interview candidates and along comes Bucky, a pleasant young man who seems perfect for the job.

Bucky really likes Steve, and he likes Steve's home. He doesn't particularly like Peggy, so he makes plans to do away with her and take her place.

Commentary ⊳ Funny and spicy. The underlying thrill for the fic leads to a conclusion I was rooting for! Very much ♥️

Read it here

#sc’s fic recs #smutconnoisseur #stucky fic rec #stucky bingo round 4 #babysitter au #Stucky AU #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve x bucky #stevebucky #ao3

[intersexdabi]

thinking about civilian dabitwice where jin is arrested and goes to prison somewhat soon into his robbing career (but not before making a huge splash) and gets let out early on good-ish behavior. but he's homeless, with no one willing to hire him for work, so he's right back at square one.

it's raining. his arms and legs are tired, his clothes are soaked and heavy. he slumps down against a building, burying his face in his arms, rain pelting the back of his neck.

from a certain passenger of a certain vehicle, the view of jin brings back a particularly bitter memory of a boy just breaking into adolescence, waiting for someone a miracle to find him.

"get in" is barely audible over the sound of the rain, and jin lifts his head to see a black vehicle with the back door open and someone with mismatched black hair and white eyebrows gesturing to him.

getting into random strangers cars is not how jin's survived on the streets for as long as he has, but his pockets have holes and whatever hope he had saved up has filtered out like sand. so he clambers into the vehicle, much to the astonishment of the driver, who sputters something about how the passenger's father would not approve.

this earns an amused snort from said passenger, who affirms that he does not care. and that "fuyumi's always nagging me about making friends anyway."

the drive is oddly quiet save for the storm raging, other than jin's initial mumbled thanks as he sits shivering. based on the initial exchange, he's pretty sure he's not about to be butchered or something insane, but even if he was, he's not sure if he could bring himself to care.

they arrive at a... big house. a really big house. like one he's only seen on the TV that played at the shop he worked at before the accident. he shouldn't be so shocked. this guy's family is wealthy enough to afford a man to literally drive them around. but even so!

mr. rich kid, who finally introduces himself as touya, announces his arrival at the door and asks for some towels as he kicks off his shoes. another one of these little rich bastards show up, somewhat taller, who tosses over the towel he had pinned under his arm along with a quizzical look.

touya introduces jin as his new friend and that he'll be having dinner with them tonight. and that nat, which is apparently this other guy's name, should scrounge up some clean, dry clothes for jin to put on.

he gets a hot bath in a bathtub that isn't insanely huge like he'd been wondering, but still moderately and comfortably bigger than the ones he's used to. he puts on freshly laundered clothes.

on their way to dinner, touya warns him that his old man is here, when he was supposed to be gone for the weekend. and to ignore anything he says, because he's a fucking asshole.

but touya also fails to mention his father is enji fucking todoroki, AKA Pro Hero Endeavor AKA the current #1 Pro Hero.

endeavor takes one glance at him and slams his fist onto the table and immediately starts demanding information as to why Jin Bubaigawara, former bank robber, a filthy villain, is in his home.

everyone's pretty quiet at that. fuyumi's eyes are darting between her father and older brother. their other two siblings say nothing. then touya, who did not know if jin's former life of crime, grabs his wrist and announces, "we're lovers"

enji immediately calls his bluff, but not without a fearful look passing over his face. and jin, who's been frozen in shock this entire time, collapses with touya's weight on him. the table falls over when he tries to grab it in the fall. food is all over the floor. shouto mourns the noodles he was just about to slurp down and natsuo's lap has taken a hit of water so that it looks like he pissed his pants. fuyumi buries her face in her hands out of embarrassment. and enji jumps up to his feet with such force that his head puts a hole in the ceiling at the sight of his eldest son planting a big one on a former member of the most wanted in the country, ranting about how no son of his and have you no shame?!

(side note: shouto is pissed at this point because he wanted to be the one to make enji lose his mind by coming out in a crazy way because 1. fuck him and 2. he thought it might impress touya enough to get him on his good side, because he lowkey wants his big brother's approval. he's already in the class group chat saying they need a plan B)

touya flops onto jin's chest and sighs, saying that enji wasn't even supposed to be here this weekend and they were going to make it a lover's paradise, which only enrages endeavor, who's moved into a full homophobic tirade until fuyumi, who's set the table upright, says that if endeavor hadn't been there, they'd be having a nice dinner right now.

it's quiet again, with enji's jaw dropped and nat and shouto picking up the mess. endeavor points to jin but before he can say anything, fuyumi cuts him off with a staccato, "don't."

remarkably, he retreats, not even offering to help clean while nat starts talking about a place that opened up not far that he and his girlfriend really like and they could order from there. touya offers to pay, though less out of guilt for the mess and more because he's feeling rather generous after such a display.

jin's not leaving anytime soon. and when he does, it's because he and touya eventually move out together in their own place.

#dabi #jin bubaigawara #dabitwice #touya todoroki

[subbyenbywitch]

[tv review] star trek: lower decks, season 1 (2020)

like a lot of star trek fans, i was pretty skeptical about this show going into it. the animation style screamed “family guy,” and there is quite a bit of rick and morty in the show’s dna. like, for instance, series creator and showrunner mike mcmahan was one of the first writers hired for rick and morty and served as its showrunner for a season.

one thing that did reassure me at the time and made me more willing to give the show the benefit of the doubt is that mcmahan was the self-professed “scifi guy” of the rick and morty crew. considering that the show’s inclusion of actual, interesting scifi concepts was one of the things i did actually like about it when i watched it, that was a promising sign.

anyway, yeah, saying i was “pleasantly surprised” by this show feels like a massive understatement. pleasantly shocked? pleasantly astonished? whatever you want to call it. i held on to a lot of my skepticism early on, but it didn’t take long before i fell head over heels for the show. i distinctly remember turning to my fiancx after one episode and nervously broaching, “soooo… this is actually really good, right? i’m not crazy?” and being relieved that ve was thinking the same thing. i was actually kinda genuinely sad when lower decks passed the baton back to discovery for their third season, though i felt pretty dumb about that when discovery went into beast mode that season.

so, yeah. the animated comedy star trek show is actually extremely good, and clearly made with star trek fans first and foremost in mind. i think what really caught me by surprise was how much heart it has. it tells good stories while also having great jokes basically constantly, and despite the comedic tone it genuinely believes in and cares about its characters.

wait. i've got it. the one sentence i would say to other star trek fans to respond to their (understandable) misgivings. this isn't rick and morty, this is futurama.

the first season was a lot about establishing the show’s identity and getting fans onboard with it, so i probably won’t have as much to say in my episode reviews of this one as i do of other star trek shows. a lot of it was working towards making it the show i described in the preceding paragraphs, and putting all those pieces together and establishing everything took a lot of time. so these will be more like capsules with my rating for the episode attached than actual reviews.

1x01 “second contact”

the only reason this isn’t the best star trek pilot is because we live in a post-strange new worlds world. okay, actually, “emissary” is pretty great, too. i’ll have to see how they stack up against each other when we get to that one. a-rank

1x02 “envoys”

the sequence where rutheford is trying out different departments is rather silly conceptually but i freaking love how supportive and enthusiastic everyone is. i think that really went a long way towards breaking the ice for me. a-rank

1x03 “temporal edict”

mariner and ransom butting heads was actually very well done, and ransom shows that while he might be a himbo and a bit of a gloryhound he does genuinely care. a-rank

1x04 “moist vessel”

mariner hating being promoted and boimler just shaking with rage over the whole thing was the best thing ever. a-rank

1x05 “cupid’s errant arrow”

the best friend and girlfriend both being suspicious of each other and protective of their boy was adorable, and waiting until nearly the end of the episode to reveal that the girlfriend was doing it too and having them bond over it was a great choice. having boimler be the one who had something wrong with him all along was also a nice touch.

also i freaking loved captain freeman finding out that the last domino in the demolition of a moon was that it would inconvenience a rich guy, and she was just immediately like “blow up the damn moon.” like, zero hesitation. that was awesome. a-rank

1x06 “terminal provocations”

cannot believe they added the third chu to make it the chu chu chu dance. incredible. a-rank

1x07 “much ado about boimler”

the show’s creative team is apparently a bit remorseful that they didn’t make it more explicit that mariner and ramsey are exes, and honestly that does make a huge difference for me. like this episode is already super good, but i think if they had been more upfront about that it could’ve pretty easily been the show’s first s-rank. a-rank

1x08 “veritas”

i fucking love this episode it is probably the moment when i relaxed and allowed myself to believe that this show was probably just actually as good as it seemed like it was.

the “trial” is a great framing device, the misunderstandings on top of misunderstandings are hilarious, and i really love how earnestly our main characters gush about how awesome starfleet is even though it’s because of a huge misunderstanding. a-rank

1x09 “crisis point”

mariner forces her friends to participate in a holodeck pastiche of wrath of khan that has a ton of wonderful references to the tos movies, it genuinely gets kinda epic, and although she’s avoiding therapy with the milquetoast ship’s counselor she ends up getting accidentally therapied by the experience. meanwhile, boimler accidentally learns that mariner is the captain’s daughter so that’s obviously gonna be a whole thing. a-rank

1x10 “no small parts”

there are a lot of things to love about this show in general, and this episode in particular, but i think the one i’m going to single out is the first canon appearance of captain william t. riker in command of the u.s.s. titan. i think i shrieked with joy at that the first time i saw this episode. s-rank

#star trek #star trek lower decks #star trek: lower decks #lower decks #tv #tv review #reviews #cartoon

[thedawningofthehour]

so do the mercs just hang around kidnapping people? how would that even work? is there really enough demand for that to happen?

They're mercenaries, so they do pretty much anything people are willing to pay them for. The dog guys in the pilot were mercenaries hired by Draxum to get his empyrean back. Those guys were basically freelancers-there are larger companies that work more like an actual business. They all vary in morality codes as well, a lot of them don't get into kidnapping or trafficking. Of course, we don't see those guys, we're only seeing the ones willing to kidnap a fifteen-year-old. (or saw the bids and decided their morals had a price)

Kidnapping, assassination, arson, beating someone up, standing around looking tough, those are all things you'd contact a mercenary company for if you didn't want to get your hands dirty. Mercenary work is technically legal in the Hidden City-it's just all the stuff that they're normally contracted to do isn't. What they probably do most often is take part in gang shenanigans, but the gangs themselves have a lot of contempt for them. Especially the ones that are trying to kidnap Gale. They have standards.

As far there actually being a market for people like Gale, it all kind of plays into a lot of the greater world-building and 'capitalism is fucking with everything' theme. A lot of the very wealthy, upper crust people in the Hidden City are from wealthy, powerful families, and they have been wealthy and powerful for generations. Times are changing though, and they need to change with them if they're going to hold onto that wealth and power. They're going to need to do stuff. Be extraordinary, if they're going to make money.

Thing is, people aren't extraordinary just by virtue of being born into a rich family. Yeah, people who don't have to work a real job, have servants to do all the cooking and cleaning and caring for their every need, those people have ample time and energy to focus on their educations and learning valuable skills. But most of them just aren't going to distinguish themselves, because they're not distinguished individuals. And that won't do.

And besides, why would they bother with all that work when they could just kidnap a turtle and pass his inventions off as their own?

A lot of the powerful families in the Hidden City have highly skilled individuals 'working' for them, whether they be Yokai, humans, or mutants. (humans are often mutated to extend their lifespans and potentially increase productivity as well) This extends to both creative and intellectual pursuits, (and, realistically, sex reasons, but we're not getting into that) there are definitely books written by Lady McDickface or whatever that was typed out by some poor human chained up in her basement. They trade them, force them to have children that would theoretically inherit their parents' talents, and scout for new workers that wouldn't necessarily make a huge wave if they were to disappear. (so the same people targeted for human trafficking, except demand is much lower and they have a set of standards they look for) Draxum's mutant outbreak was actually great for them because suddenly there were a ton of people who weren't protected by the Hidden City but were already missing/assumed dead by the human authorities-this is one of the things that got cut with Todd's Mutant Town stuff, but Rockwell narrowly escaped this fate himself. He's living up there because safety in numbers.

I didn't make any of this up, by the way, this is how slavery functioned for much of world history. In many cultures, highly educated and skilled slaves were prized and very lucrative for their owners. (I've mentioned the most expensive slave ever sold before, and he was incredibly valuable because he was highly intelligent and educated from a young age) The only difference here is the need for secrecy. Because, you know, this is all illegal.

It's not worth the risk or the operating cost to do this for low-level workers because their labor is already cheap and easy to come by-which is also historical, most societies didn't 'end' slavery so much as outsource their own upkeep onto the peasants while keeping them trapped in a cycle of labor. And they could theoretically just pay Galois to invent stuff and sell it for him, they'd make money off of that...but they could make more the other way. Plus if they were contracting Gale to build stuff, then he could stop working if he wasn't happy with something, go to someone else to fund him if he had a problem, and also he'd have all these pesky rights saying they couldn't just beat him and force him to build whatever they want. Then he'd be the one with the real power, and that scares people like this.

Why doesn't this happen irl? Bro, if you told me today that Elon Musk had someone in his basement making all of his decisions for him, the only thing I'd be surprised about is that the real Elon Musk would be even dumber than that guy. But for real, I probably shouldn't give the rich ideas, they've already talked about putting bomb collars on us to serve them through the apocalypse.

...Fuck, I did it again.

#i don't PLAN to do this i just start typing and i don't stop #i'm gonna go get some ice cream now #doth asks

[terrence-silver]

🐺 does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?

The muse being Terry ofc

I think Terry's actually very lonely in his private life.

When you read between the lines, in the 80's, he's in a colossal, behemoth of a mansion and shown interacting and making small-talk with his personal secretary, his Czechoslovakian butler, his teenage goons and a newly hired Mike Barnes who's more of a payroll fighter for the highest bidder and mercenary more than anything else--- literally all people he professionally employs or makes deals with. His only personal friend of any genuine connection being John Kreese who arrives with a duffel bag to return the dojo keys (and Terry immediately asks him if he's moving in. Terry does have an awful lot of empty, uninhibited space on that estate, if we're real), which, if we're honest, could be one of the reasons Terry readily jumps at the opportunity to retaliate against a literal teenager and that teenager's elderly teacher, taking weeks off to do so. To impress the only actual friend he's got. To impress and endear John. Repay John. For John's love. For John's continued approval and amusement.

Anything for John's friendship.

In present day, the situation appears better and more stable, but only on the surface level with shades of repression involved disguised as him ''winning in life''; Terry is for a brief blip surrounded by a social circle that knows literally nothing about him, that he tells nothing of substance about himself to (not even things readily available on the Internet which really tells you a lot) and a social circle that really seems that is here solely for the entree of snacks the drinks at the rich guy's swanky Malibu house. His newest squeeze at the time seems more keen having her app financed than anything else and laughs off the prospect of being married to him (ouch). Terry also has a silent PTSD panic attack at breakfast out on his balcony, eating all alone and his squeeze doesn't even know or notice. It is the chef who notices and offers to call a doctor for him. Another ouch. In fact, you'll notice that as Terry ''falls back into darkness'' as it were, nobody notices it happening. Isn't that indicative?

So, yes, in company or alone with his staff, Terry's a lonely guy.

I don't think he'd admit to that, but he is.

His parents are never shown in any era (only mentioned, especially in the context of his father who wants him to literally 'get over' a war), he has no biological family or relatives, no actual significant other, no friends that genuinely understand him when he's old, and now, John went from the most important person in his life to someone who's playing mind-tricks on him and tries to put him back in line. Terry ''likes'' solitude because solitude has been a constant for decades and he's been forced as much as he's forced himself to acclimatize to it and embrace it, not wishing to depend on the company of others seeing as how that is just another opening, another weakness and another way to be controlled and exploited, so he pretty much utilized all the discipline in the world to overcome himself, but there's no denial the pain is acute.

It is safe to say Terry had exceedingly few friends in life, if any.

When one died in Vietnam, Terry took it so hard he kept him with him always through enacting his mannerisms and adopting his hairstyle, and for the other, admittedly, he went out of his way to do some pretty insane things and enjoyed it immensely, no less. Love and care is extremely scarce for Terry Silver, so much so, that even while he was abusing Daniel, he appeared to have the time of his life doing so, almost like it was some messed up, quasi idea of a pretend one-sided friendship and mentorship disguising menace and grooming and an actual connection for Terry, even though the toxicity of the situation is undeniable. Terry ''likes'' solitude because solitude is all he's got and few people he's interacted with in life (and mind you, he's interacted with many) have profoundly understood and seen him whole in the ways he needed to be seen.

Not fragments of him.

Not bits and pieces.

The real him.

All of him.

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RQG 162

Never tire of that theme tune. Wow they'll tease Alex over anything. Alex teases em right back though.

Nice, what was that night like? Potion of Grizzop!?! Okay that does sound cathartic, maybe this counts as her "pop" and she won't explode from not expressing her emotions.

Cel is so great, putting Azu in a good position and tucking her in.

Been hanging around the fic writers too long, is the rocking chair canon? Did Azu take it with her to Cairo? Did she have to leave it behind to join the party?

It was a good move by Bryn, and frankly what's the point of spelling out Hamid is that damn rich if he isn't going to cheerfully cover a few expenses. Yes I know mechanically he probably only had his starting 3 gold after the casino and what he earned as a party member, vs access to family money. His attitude towards coming into that kind of money and spending it after, will however, be largely down to having been raised that rich.

Perks ears up for Zolf & Earhardt talking.

Ben can be so Ben sometimes! Yes its in character for Zolf, but don't preemptively turn down backstory!

Oh Zolf is talking about working for the meritocrats with Earhardt

And need to stop at minute 13 because apparently I can't correctly guess when I'll have an uninterrupted couple of hours* for love or money.

Eh low charisma or not, clearing the air as directly as possible makes sense.

"I don't scream, I shoot people ..." great line

Zolf is a good firstmate: a bad one would cross his fingers that everyone would behave like adults, he is handling it proactively.

Oh dice time. Skraak can assist on the engineering and alchemy. Hamid assists with the arcana. Fly as the final customization.

Oh time to find out if they are going there or not with the elementals

And another break for me. Ever get suddenly hit by how much you like a character because they clear a bar which would be on the ground, in a better world? Zolf doesn't a trace of the usual macho bull re: deferring to the expertise of someone he out ranks. even listening to Cel over Earhardt should be simple logic; with Cel being a new subordinate and Earhardt out ranking him its good to hear. Too many characters seem to take it as a threat to their leadership when one of their team, especially of another gender, can do something better than them, even if the only reason they are on the team is as a specialist.

Bryn in with the science trivia.

Cel votes for 3, because 1 is risky if anything happens to it and 5 is scary in the explosion odds sense.

Zolf remembered Cel likes electricity and summoned 2 electric elementals & 1 air. Cel is thrilled.

They are deliberately not making the Avengers reference.

Earhardt wants a spiky ship? Did the dragon grapple?

Zolf spends his free time healing and spreading hope; either Azu, Helen, or both are inspired by this and do the same.

Hamid finished making cold weather gear for everyone. Wow everyone laughs him out of the room when he tries to find an alternate captain. 3 crew are easily hired.

Oh ouch Alex just rubbing in how every crew member trusts her reputation as a good & caring captain and how that is probably no longer true. Gosh I hope getting her deck under her feet helps bring her back to herself. Its how I would expect her to break after what we saw of her on the way to Prague, but that doesn't make it pretty or pleasant. Would pay to know when Alex decided she would be attacked by a dragon; if this was fated at the first meeting than he could have designed her to break like this rather than based how she'd break on who she was then.

Uncommunicative lot, because Alex keeps spawning NPCs we keep longer than expected.

Hamid uses Zolf's money to pay for the crew not his own or Earhardt's in an elegant power move. He might argue with Zolf but he never did undermine him. Flipside to Zolf always arguing the actual subject and occasionally pulling rank rather than "how dare a subordinate not be a yes man".

Azu pays for her own mess after all.

Official break time

I am having trouble imagining anyone who would trade this much character time for getting to the plot faster, especially if they've seen the crime that is Bab's official timeline. Having Cel get to actually get to know the team instead of trauma bonding is a treat. **

Ship reveal! Beautiful

So the whole 18 month crew is joining us

Hamid made Wilde's famous fur coat

Air ship is now a battleship

Aw Hamid starts clapping and Azu & Zolf join in

The ship is called "the vengeance"

After toying with us again re: refusing to actually make the Avengers joke, Ben name drops "End Game".

Zolf tells Barnes to be prepared to take over if Earhardt loses it

Oh dear, the Cohort has better reflexes than Skraak, Hamid and Cel.

Cel questions Earhardt's flying as she puts the ship through its paces.

Zolf is keeping his feet well considering how poor he flew last time

Zolf tells Earhardt to knock it off.

Cel questions Earhardt to her face.

Twice the speed of Earhardt's old ship.

Azu finds it very pretty

Cel is right and they should say it. Zolf backs them

Zolf reassures Cel they'll mutany if Earhardt pulls this again. Just me or dark echo of scaring Sasha?

The dice will decide how hot the new crew is. Bryn knows the fandom also needs race & gender

Alex is delegating

Oh Siggif the human isn't worth typing about (tabaco isn't a personality) but Fredrick the dwarf with a short beard and magically large arms has potential. Kiko is a tall good looking human woman in armor, 20ish.

Bryn made the Hamid can't listen to opera joke fandom has been criming since Prague. Also remembered to specify European opera, good man.

The GM givith the GM taketh away. Alex gives us a glorious shot but follows it up with being ominous

Huh James Barnes but if its an out take I don't think its canon canon.

Thank you to everyone having fun with their patreon shout outs.

*I pause to type a lot now. Used to listen without pause and leave enough of the thought to turn it into a sentence later. Between my inability to get a guaranteed 0 interuption hour and my concentration being shot seemed like the best way to avoid missing things. Fortunately it turns out these live blogs count as doing something else for ADHD purposes so I'm not having coming back from what was supposed to be a little side task to find out I missed huge chunks of the episode like I do with other shows. And don't tell me not to have a side task I can do the same thing pondering the implications of something I heard in show. To the tune of "The call is coming from inside the house" the distraction is coming from with in the brain. Fortunately getting enough of my other issues under control to start posting these things again.

**not that it was out of character or that I think they weren't as close as they appeared. Poor Sasha impressioned on Zolf like a duckling for being her first boss she could trust. Between his father and toxic friendships in school Hamid was only "better" because he learned the hard way not to let anyone direct him against his conscience. Grizzop always did move to fast and Azu tried to marry them within 24 hours. Aphrodite did not teach her to keep those she likes at arms length.

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Rate my Ivo's family headcanons:

Gerald's eldest son was a ...dissapontment. He did inherit none of his father's genius and spend his life as a typical rich sleazeball with no daily job, paying for mansions and casino nights with Gerald's riches. He did, however, care for his own son Ivo as much as he could and was neither abusive, neither that much neglectful father. However, that was not enough for Ivo. Ivo had no respect for his father since his first year of middle school when he had discovered that he is already much smarter and more ambitious than his dad ever was. Just about the only thing adult Ivo's character had inherited from his dad is his love for casinos and theme parks. But do not try suggesting to Ivo that he has any sentimentality towards his father's memory - he would murder you for this lol.

Ivo's mother, however, is a much different story. She was a professional thief, a vamp and an alpha bitch (Ivo believes he had inherited his own psychopathy from her). Ivo's mom was bailed out of prison and secretly hired by GUN to steal stuff for them. Here, she met Gerald and soon married in his family for money. She didn't really care about her husband and son... but her son still idolized her for her alpha bitch charisma and great manipulation skills (Ivo could see through his mother's manipulation of people around her already as a child. However, instead of being horrified, he was rather fascinated and dreaming to imitate his mother.

Ivo's mother was the only person ever Ivo had approached with the offer to voluntary join Eggman Empire and be given the high-rank position in it, in fact, be the second person in Eggman Empire after Ivo himself. However, his mom had argued that, since she is his mom and had taught him all of his manipulation skills, she should be, at least, Ivo's equal. After an absolutely horrendous family quarrel that had followed, Ivo had ended up kicking his mom out in the cold and tipping the police to arrest his mother for poisoning her husband (which may or may not have been true. Ivo didn't care). Many years later, Ivo learns that his mother had perished in the collateral damage caused by one of his own weapons of mass destruction during the events of... one of his many confrontations with Sonic. Ivo's reaction was... "Meh, whatever. "

Alright first of all, I love the inclusion of his father being into casinos. I like to imagine all of Ivo's main interests and fascinations of science, robotics, theme parks, carnivals, circuses, casinos, etc. All the other interests are things he could've actually found interest in and places he could actually visit as a child but of course he couldn't go to any casinos. XD So when it comes to them, it's a great idea for him to take interest in them when he was too young from learning about them from his father's interest. I do like to imagine that he did some gambling and was maybe a bit of a casino enthusiast, having an interest in visiting a lot of them and had a lot of experience and stories to tell and that's how Ivo got into them himself, though I also think he wouldn't want to admit that.

I like to imagine his father was pretty intelligent too though, not a super genius like his father Gerald or son Ivo but he was smart. I also imagine he wasn't lazy but actually very busy, he was a businessman and was very often away and pretty absent, so it was another thing that further fueled (though it wasn't the cause) Ivo's desire for attention and he used to be frustrated that he couldn't get the amount he wanted from him. I also imagine that his father did some mechanic work on the side and Ivo would go into his garage to observe at a young age and eventually start to join him in some work when he was a bit older. He learned some of the basics from him but eventually became better than him at a lot of things with his higher intelligence and skill but it would've hurt his father's pride to admit it.

I even like to extend it so his father had a thing for motorcycles and Ivo learned enough about them first enough for him to combine it with his practicing for robotics to make an early version of the Motobug as one of his first creations when he was much younger. And he became interested in them enough to get his first motorcycle in earlier adulthood, and his interest remained for his choice of extreme gear to be a bike, and it also explains his line of mission dialogue in Zero Gravity where he says "you should've seen what I could do when I was younger"

I did give his father some negative traits, he definitely didn't have the time or really even the required amount of desire of dedication to being a father to be considered a very good one. He was also a single father for more of Ivo's childhood than not, I'm even leaning towards his mother being absent for possibly all of it. So when his father wasn't around and that was often with his busy life, Ivo didn't have anyone to show his work to and nobody to give him the attention he wanted. He was also a bit of an egotistical asshole, but not as much as Ivo. And he wasn't cruel or abusive towards Ivo at all though, he never did anything harmful to him specifically. But Ivo just didn't like his personality and used to roll his eyes at the very same behavior he exhibited himself like a hypocrite. Because his father shouldn't act like the best when he knows he's the best. XD

You could say he was a little neglectful at least in terms of not being there often and when he was around, they didn't really bond much and their work in the garage together was one of the only times they did. He also often tried to make Ivo do things on his own and have certain responsibilities quite a bit earlier in life than he should have because he didn't have a lot of time for him with his work. He'd only stay home when he absolutely needed to in times where he wasn't taking a break, for example when Ivo would get too sick to take care of himself. But even then, if he wasn't bedridden and he could give him medicine, Ivo's dad would just give him that and go off to work. But that's the worst of the things he did, obviously it's not great as he should've been there more for him but he couldn't and he didn't do this with the specific intention to hurt or mistreat him. He was also probably just raising Ivo in a similar way he was raised himself.

I do feel he could've been bad with money when it came to things like gambling, smoking, drinking, and splurging on personal luxuries when he wasn't working but because he was rich, not only from inheritance but also from a successful business and work on the side, it wasn't really a worry but could've been a disappointment and another reason why he still wouldn't give his son much attention when he actually was around. But he would also let his son get whatever he wanted and Ivo being a spoiled entitled brat at least enjoyed this a lot and it was helpful in him acquiring resources and materials for work and passion projects. These things kept him occupied and he wouldn't feel lonely when his father wasn't around, he liked the alone time to get immersed in his hobbies and interests and work hard. He was just bothered that his father didn't give him the amount of attention and praise he wanted when he was around.

Part of this is because his father didn't really think his work was that surprising or impressive after all the things his father Gerald accomplished and his success that he'd looked up to and admired him for all his life similar to the way Ivo did, not because he wanted to be an ass and make his son feel bad. And while his father had negative traits, there were things about him he didn't like, but also some of his interests and knowledge came to be because of him, he still had no part in the forming of Ivo's core personality, bad behaviors, ego and desire for attention, and especially not his evil. His father isn't to blame, he only slightly further fueled his already existing desire for attention and praise at most. His admiration for Gerald still had way more influence over him than anything else in terms of wanting to become a brilliant successful scientist, but there isn't anyone that influenced his actual evil and he has nobody to blame for his choices. He could've been good but didn't want and choose to be.

I hope you don't mind me rambling about my own headcanons and concepts in response lol. But yeah, overall I'd say your headcanon for his father is good and quite similar to mine in terms of some of his behaviors, how Ivo got some of his interests like casinos and also motorcycles and his interest in the buff guys saw in the men's fashion and beachwear magazines and catalogs because he used to steal from his father's stack out of "boredom" for "studying" purposes and didn't realize how suspicious it was for his father to keep them in the first place until decades later and then he realized his father was probably bisexual lol in my interpretation of him, and how he wasn't abusive or intentionally neglectful. I like that a lot. But I imagine him to be a very busy and rather successful businessman and mechanic myself, though he did have some other negative traits and some bad habits. And Ivo already had some of these in common with him without it actually being due to any influence from him. Funnily enough, the only bad habit he almost got purely thanks to his father in my concept was smoking after stealing his easily accessible cigarettes but he had the responsibility to not become a chain-smoker like him. That's the only thing he can blame him for, leaving his cigarettes laying around for him to steal. But even then, it's not like he made Ivo steal and try them lol :P

As for those ideas for his mother, they're interesting and I have nothing against you for them but honestly, I'm not a fan of the idea that either of Ivo's parents were really evil people that heavily influenced the development of Ivo's core personality traits, behaviors, and evil, or anything like that. I don't think he admired and was inspired by anyone else like he was with Gerald. He didn't look up to any bad people and aspire to be just like them and try to follow in the evil footsteps of anyone, so he doesn't have any blame to put on any bad people for who he ended up becoming and the choices he made all by himself. I like the idea of that a lot more because I feel it's too common of a trope that a villain's parents play a part in the reason why they're evil when that isn't always the reason why people are bad in real life either. I like to see variety, I like how it hasn't been implied with game canon Eggman and didn't like it when it was a thing in AoStH.

I don't have any headcanons for his mother as I was stumped and it got to the point where I couldn't imagine her being there for Ivo's childhood, so I've been going with the idea she was absent/dead for a while. But if she wasn't, I wouldn't make her similar to AostH Robotnik's mother in the way she was controlling, influencing his evil, was a horrible person herself, etc. I also can't picture Eggman wanting to involve his family in the empire, I feel it was always intended for himself alone and he wouldn't want to give anyone else a high position of power, and he doesn't need to with his own power and his robots. I just imagine that when he was old enough, felt ready, had his inheritance from his grandfather, and was done being around his father (no arguments or anything, they just grew even more distant when Ivo no longer tried to get more attention from him and they could just tell they annoyed each other with their personalities and behaviors without having to say it) he just disappeared and began working towards his dreams.

We already know that he admired and was inspired by Gerald and despite him being a good man and role model for someone to have before the tragedy and how he changed at the end of his life, Ivo still very well could've developed a big ego and desire for being recognized by the whole world to the point he wanted to take over. And even then, the blame for his evil still can't be placed onto Gerald, as Ivo just happened to be inspired by him in the wrong ways as he decided to accomplish his dreams through evil and demand, instead of the intention to do good for the world like Gerald. And what happened to his grandfather leading up to his death clearly didn't play a part in why he's evil, it's just that he was proud of being related to his grandfather, proud of his own intelligence and skills, and desired the success and recognition he got more selfishly without caring to do good for people in the world like Gerald and was also willing to accomplish his dream in much eviller ways.

Though I also share the headcanon that he wouldn't really be upset about his parents' deaths, however they died. He didn't react with sadness towards learning about his mother's death, he had no particular feelings about it, just nothing. And it turns out it wasn't just because he didn't know his mother to be sad about it, it was because of his low empathy, just like how he has no visible strong emotional reaction to Gerald and Maria's tragedy, even despite his admiration for his grandfather. His father simply could've died of old age which is what I think I'm going with but if he had possibly gotten killed as a result of the collateral damage of Ivo's actions, I don't think even that would make him feel guilty as he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish his dreams and get what he wants. But in my concept, Ivo didn't know how he died because he wasn't in contact with him at all anymore. If he did, regardless of how he died, Ivo's reaction would be just as blank and nonchalant as he's been seen acting towards Gerald's.

You have some cool ideas and we have some in common too. These are just my personal thoughts and ideas and I get very excited and passionate when talking about this stuff and I enjoy seeing other people's ideas too, it's a lot of fun XD 💜

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