#he keeps calling him a workhorse....

[princefado]

i know this is an uke protag game but i want bottom + dom mitsugi so bad

#personal #he keeps calling him a workhorse.... #make him do the work!!

[ohbo-ohno]

hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/

(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀

are you. are you joking. oh my god

thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive

and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice

she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal

he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)

you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it

except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.

he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you

he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake

the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt

(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))

soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?

anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!

(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)

#side note with old weird laws: #there's definitely smth you could do with that old rule that pregnant women didn't get executed #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Intro

Chapter One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1375

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, assumed unrequited feelings, mild drug use, unbeta'd

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You woke up overthinking. Like continuing a conversation with yourself from your dreams, the thoughts steamrolled you into consciousness. The band was in the studio for at least another week and you had to make sure the anticipation continued to build. You had a call scheduled at nine with the record label, Bobby and some other folks who you knew by name but not by face or voice.

It was going to be a long day.

It had already been a long year and the comeback after the last tour’s fallout had felt like your sole duty. They were still solid, still ready to rock-n-roll, you just had to make sure the press and the fans knew it. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table and got to work without actually getting vertical. You checked your email, the usual rotation of social media and then finally your text messages.

Sam had sent you a link to the podcast he had been talking about the last time you’d been over to his and Dean’s place for movies, which was probably two weeks too late to still be relevant, but you added it to your library anyway. Charlie had gone on a rant about a failed side quest on her latest D&D campaign and then started planning a fantasy getaway for after the tour that wasn’t even completely scheduled yet. You didn’t reply, because you needed more caffeine in your system to keep up with her.

Then there were some random complaints about Ash and Kevin from Dean. Amongst all that there was his usual checking in and an obnoxious picture showcasing the absurd size of Ash’s bong. You groaned because Dean’s eyes in the picture were glassy and amused, but also so, so distracting. His little stoned smile always did things to you.

At least he was having fun while he was laying down tracks.

You looked your fill and then went on to the next notification on your phone. Dean and his band, Phantom Traveler, might be your employers, but they were still your friends and fawning all over the man that a good chunk of the Western world did wasn’t going to get you anywhere.

Not in this lifetime.

Your alarm buzzed, breaking the quiet of your bedroom and the illusion of a lack of responsibility. You groaned and threw off your covers. Now or never, you told yourself, and got up to start your day.

“And with the losses from last time, we need something more than just your word that we are going to make up the difference,” Crowley tacked on at the end of his spiel.

Bobby, who apparently was stuck on the 405, looked like he was going to cuss him out at any moment and you couldn’t blame him. The Zoom call had gone about as well as you had anticipated and it wasn’t over. You had enough experience to keep your face neutral, however Bobby had neither the fucks to give or the interest in maintaining civility.

“How about three platinum albums over the past twelve years?!”

Every corporate stooge winced at Bobby’s indignation, except Crowley who seemed to be delighted about it somehow. 

“We understand that Mr. Singer—- we just want our ducks in a row. Now if we can get Dean on board with some more one-on-one interviews and positive exposure. We think we can hit our pre-sale targets to ensure a longer touring schedule,” Zachariah Adler smarmed on.

“And what would that prove?” Bobby asked, protective of his boys as always.

“That you have your dog on a leash,” Crowley butt in.

“More like workhorse the way you folks are talking about him,” Bobby muttered, though you still heard him over the sound of traffic.

You had to say something. “If— we get Dean to agree, and you get your extended tour. We want more flexibility on the next album. It’s the final one in the contract and if you want Phantom Traveler to remain the face of Crossroads it would be mutually beneficial to give them some room to work.”

“That’s not really your stipulation to make Ms. Y/L/N,” Dick Roman pointed out.

Your face burned with the reprimand, but you held your chin high.

“Like hell it ain't. Anything Y/N says, I say too,” Bobby barked.

Crowley looked bored at that point. And you really didn’t want to butt in or add to your embarrassment. But no one was saying anything.

“Does that work for everyone then?” You looked at these corporate stooges in the digital eye and fought for the band, for Dean. Despite having very little in the idea of the how of it all.

Zachariah spoke first, because of course he did. “If Mr. Winchester were to agree and we see an improvement in image by the end of the year— I think that could definitely be arranged.”

Bobby huffed, but remained silent. 

You watched Crowley’s eyes dance between the other record company execs and the intensity of his mischievousness grew. “I’d love to see how you handle that— get back to me when you have something solid and we’ll be in touch.”

“That works for us,” you replied firmly, not giving into his apparent doubts on your abilities. You were a nepo-hire, everyone there knew it. But it didn’t mean you weren’t very good at your job.

“Alright— I’ve got a recording session to get to. If that’s everything—” Bobby trailed off and watched as the trio from the label became even more affronted.

“I’d like a solid date for follow up,” Dick tossed out, in a clear final challenge, but everyone knew the meeting was over.

“Recording is underway, but I’d say we’d be able to touch base by the middle of December,” you added, pretending to check the calendar.

“Stellar, you see to that,” Dick replied.

“Thank you, thank you all,” you added.

“Good talk.” Dick closed his window. You waited in the open meeting as Crowley and Zachariah said their goodbyes, watching Bobby as he looked at the ceiling of his car and ended the call for good.

“Alright then,” you muttered as you closed Zoom and tried to come to grips with what you had just promised. What you had asked for, completely unprompted.

You looked at your laptop and decided you needed to step away and clear your head. You grabbed your phone off your desk and your earbuds, heading to the corner of your office and your stationary bike. Because if anything screamed escaping to a mountain trail ride, it was this moment and the month ahead of you.

You set your usual course and tapped onto one of your workout playlists, letting the music wash over you as you pedaled toward the warm up hills. Dean wasn’t going to go along with this easily, everyone knew that. But he had come so far over the last year and you hoped that included an openness to what was best for the band, even if it meant swallowing some of his pride.

Despite what he said on the call, you knew you had to get Bobby on board. You just had to have something to sell him, a hook. Something he wouldn’t think of as a threat to Dean or the band as a whole. Something he wouldn’t want to poke too hard, just because he could.

Bobby was a naturally curious old codger, but one thing that was always guaranteed to make him wash his hands of a situation was anybody’s love life. He had no fucks to give about who was fucking who. Not all of Lee and Pam’s ongoing drama, not Sam’s summer-long tryst with the little brunette from the Yellow Eyes label, not even when Cas hooked up with the reporter for Rolling Stone mid-interview. 

Okay. That you could work with.

Somebody who could increase public opinion and be down to be Dean’s arm candy. And suddenly an evil idea crossed your mind, something so wrong and so right that you lost your footing and the bike safety locked on you as you said a very dejected ‘fuck’ out loud to your empty apartment.

You had your answer, now you just had to make it happen.

Tagging: @deans-spinster-witch @mrswhozeewhatsis @cosicas-cuquis @fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like @suckitands33

Chapter Two: Measure

#dean winchester fanfiction #rockstar au #dean/reader #dean winchester/reader #dean/you #dean x reader #slow burn #fake dating au

[w1ldthoughts]

Greatest Loves

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Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

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“Making the decision to have a child – it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ” ―Elizabeth Stone

You thought you knew the capacity of the heart. It was simple, your heart keeps pumping blood throughout your body, keeping you alive and it really is just a workhorse of a machine, until it stops beating. There’s a limit. But the emotions associated with the heart, the ability to love and to receive it, that was a whole other entity that you thought also had its limits.

The love that came bursting out of your chest when you met your husband really tested those limits. Heart skipping a beat at the sight of him and that weird feeling in your stomach that was nerves but also excitement and the most pure joy imaginable. You thought it couldn’t get better than that.

And then you had Remi.

Love had reached a new level since then, being a mom was like all the most raw emotions known to man all crashing into each other, all wrapped around her little fingers when she was born. It truly was like your heart was beating outside of your body every time you saw her. Your heart actually grew and continued to grow just in time for Camden to enter the world.

His bright green eyes had burst onto the scene two weeks ago and had turned your world upside down. You and Justin were in love instantly. Other than the eyes, Cam was a spitting image of you.

“Okay, little man is all changed. I’m gonna go pick up mini. Do you mind if I pick up some Killer Burger on the way home? I don’t think I can do another freezer meal.” He looks like he’s about to gag so you stifle a laugh, nodding at him.

“Please do, I love our families so much for taking care of us but, I’ve had enough and I’m pretty sure I heard Remi say she was bored last night while we were eating.”

Justin sways from side to side, holding the baby that seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. He slowly places the him in the bassinet, running his finger down Cam’s cheek with a grin on his face. “He’s not going anywhere babe, he’ll be right here when you come back.” You joke, wrapping an arm around him. He was desperately trying to keep it together but it looked like he’d burst into tears any moment at the sight of the infant. You jokingly called it sympathy hormones.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve never loved anything before,” he pouts. “And they say I’m emotionless. Is it crazy that I’m going to miss him in the 30 minutes that I’m gone? Being a parent is really…humbling.”

You look down at the peacefully sleeping baby, taking it all in yourself. “I know,” you sigh, “it’s like you’re obsessed with them and you wanna kiss them all the time and hold them forever. Next thing you know they’re in preschool and telling you that they need a phone.”

“Remi asked you for a phone? She’s four.” Justin looks mortified, wracking his brain as to why his daughter would ever need that.

“Great question. I think you should ask her.”

“Hi mini, did you have a good time at the zoo with Papa?” He asks her, opening the car door so she can slide in and get into her seat.

She shakes her head and looks out the window, facing away from him. “Need some lone time please.”

The slight quiver in her voice almost shatters him but he simply nods, getting in the driver’s seat and taking off to the restaurant. She doesn’t speak to him the entire ride home, barely acknowledging you when the two of them walk into the house.

“What’s going on with little miss Grumpy?”

He shrugs, digging into one of the bags and handing you a burger. Cam was going to wake up starving soon so he knew you needed to eat. After two bites you put the food down, all you could think about was Remi. And then Cam started crying and your heart was in two different places at once. Justin went to Remi’s room to ask her if she was ready to have dinner and you brought the baby downstairs so you all could at least be relatively close to each other. Remi didn’t want to eat and chose to sit next to you on the couch instead.

“Mama. Put Cam down.” She demanded, glaring at him like he was a foreign creature in your arms. “I wanna hold you,” she made grabby hands at you, tugging lightly on your shirt.

“I’ll hold you in a couple minutes baby, Cam has to eat.”

“NO. Cam, go away! I don’t want him.” You and Justin sensed a temper tantrum on its way at the sight of her red face. Right on cue, she started screaming, trying to get you to put the baby on the couch. Justin swooped in and grabbed Cam, already having placed a bottle in the warmer. You picked Remi up, her body clinging onto yours like her life depended on it.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. Mama’s got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I want baby to leave.” She blubbers into your shoulder, leaving a puddle of tears and a little snot for good measure.

You thumbed away a few leftover tears when she lifted her head to look at you. “Sweetie, Cam is your baby brother. He lives here now, he can’t go anywhere. Are you sad because you haven’t seen me as much as you’re used to?”

She nods and you wrap your arms around her again, kissing the top of her head, feeling a few of your own tears slip out. Your first child felt neglected and you hadn’t even noticed it.

“Remi. Mama is so sorry. I’ve been so busy I didn’t even check on my favorite girl like I should have. Look at me, you are my first baby okay? Nobody is EVER going to replace you. I love you so so much sugar and I will always be here to hold you.”

She gives you a kiss on the cheek, “I love you mama.”

“How much?”

The toddler spreads her arms out as far as she can. “This much.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.”

“I know.” She giggles.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” Justin breaks through the silence as you’re lying in bed, wide awake at 3am.

“I’m not doing anything.” You lie.

He huffs out a breath, turning around to face you. “Your super loud overthinking woke me up. You are not a bad mom. We are running on very little sleep and trying to keep a newborn alive and a toddler consistently entertained. Oh and we also have to remember that we’re married. And we have to shower and make sure the house is clean and eat and breathe. There’s a lot to juggle here babe, you’re doing great. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.” One of his fingers trails along your jaw, the feathery touch almost instantly melting away the self doubt. He knew exactly how you felt because he was having this exact dilemma while you were calming Remi down.

“I know I just—feel so shitty. She was so sad and I had no idea. How am I gonna do this when we’re back in LA and you have to work?”

“We’ll figure it out, we always do.” You kiss the smile off his face and he deepens it with a satisfied hum, reaching out to cradle your head in his hand. When you pull away he lets out a small laugh. “What was that for? Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

“I just really love you. Could not imagine doing this with anyone else. Actually—I don’t think I would do this with anyone else.” You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, giving him another quick peck.

“I really love you too. There’s no one else in the universe I would do this with and I mean that wholeheartedly.”

You cuddle into him, your head on his chest as you feel sleep taking over the both of you once again. A power nap is definitely needed because Cam will probably wake up in the next hour. But it doesn’t even matter because one of you will be up to soothe, feed or change him. And tomorrow you’re going to take your special girl out for ice cream. Because your heart has grown over the years, life experiences have shaped you and taught you lessons, the most important one being that the greatest love of all, is the family that you create and cultivate every single day.

#Justin Herbert #Justin Herbert imagine #justin Herbert x you #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic

[mochie85]

Man of The Month Part 4: April

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Summary: It's Shaun's turn in front of the camera and he has a few tricks up his sleeve or lack thereof to impress you. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

The next day brought on a new kind of worry. Tony’s words rang in your ears, “The gun show starts with Ten Rings.”

Shang-chi, or Shaun as he asked you to call him, was gorgeous. He had the body of a well-toned athlete and the dry humor of a charming late-night talk show host. All of which would endear anyone to him.

And that’s exactly how you saw him, endearing. But did you see him as anything more? You hadn’t really thought about it.

He was very popular with the ladies. The tower was surrounded with fans for most of the guys and there would be a sprinkling of Shaun’s fans scattered within them.

The interactions you had with him were very few. You haven’t even been on a mission together. You’ve only hung out at the tower or at karaoke nights when Sam and Thor corral the rest of the team for some drunken foolery.

“So over here?” Shaun asked, bringing you back to reality.

“Ya, wherever you want.” You waved at the room as you prepared your camera. “Go wherever you feel comfortable.”

Shaun walked around your studio, trying to get a feel of where he could impress you the most. He saw some workout equipment and wondered if you would be impressed by that. He looked over to you slyly, seeing if you were watching him as he artfully took off his shirt when your eyes met.

You blushed and forced yourself not to turn away. You’ve seen these guys with their shirts off, walking around at the gym, working out. But there was something intimate about the way your eyes met when Shaun took off his shirt.

Get a grip! You’re gonna have to shoot some of the guys in less clothing. Better get used to it now.

He picked up some dumbbells and proceeded to lift them into bicep curls. You looked through the eyepiece in your camera and lined up some shots. You took a few more with him using different equipment but nothing was screaming out at you. It didn’t feel natural.

Shaun felt a little crestfallen at your lack of reaction and obvious dismay. I should’ve known it wouldn’t impress her. She works out with us every day. I need to show her something different.

He didn’t let that bother him though. Instead, he chose to stay positive and see what else he can do to impress you. So, he looked around the studio trying to see what else he might astound you with.

That’s when Shaun saw the small kitchen you had in your studio. “Is this part of your set-up?”

“Hmm? Oh no, it’s just my break area,” you said playing with the light ring. “Tony had it modularly installed so that he can keep me in here non-stop like a workhorse for this calendar.” Shaun gave you a bewildered look. “I’m joking,” you laughed. “Sorta…Tony ends up getting me delivery most days to try and stay on my good side.”

“Well, have you eaten at all today?” He asked.

“I had half a muffin earlier and two Tic Tacs.”

“That’s not a meal. That’s not even a full pastry and breath mints? Let me cook you something,” he said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing in the fridge.” You said watching him as he pulled out a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.

“Nothing in the fridge? Girl this must be hundreds if not thousands of dollars!” he exclaimed holding up the bottle.

“Tony must’ve put it in there. I don’t remember ever opening that fridge.” You laughed.

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Shaun left the studio to go upstairs toward the communal kitchen. No one was around except for Loki, who was sitting on the living room couch reading.

Loki looked up upon hearing your door open. He was dismayed to see a half-naked man exiting your studio. Shaun waved his greeting as he headed straight to the fridge. Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded his greeting in return.

Loki watched as he pulled out a carton of eggs, amongst other groceries, and balanced them all in his arms. The last thing Shaun took was a can of whip cream, but only after looking at it decidedly longer than he should have. Making Loki uncomfortable at what he might be planning with you.

Shaun came back into the studio, arms filled with enough food to feed a small family.

“What uh- what are ya making there?” You asked as he set all the food down. He brought down eggs, cheese, and pancake mix in a bowl. From his back pocket, he pulled out a can of whip cream that he placed on the counter.

He turned to look around the kitchen for something. You used this unguarded moment to take a couple more snapshots with the remote control you had in your hand. He found an apron hung by the side of the fridge and proceeded to put it on.

You watched as he filled two champagne flutes with orange juice. After the loud pop of the champagne bottle, he continued to fill the rest of the glass.

“For today’s menu, my two specialties are omelets and pancakes,” he smiled as he handed you your mimosa. “What would the lady like this morning?” He laid a towel over his arm and bowed to you, eliciting a smile from your lips that had him take a quick breath.

“Ooh…a man that can cook. Ok, how ‘bout an omelet?”

“What would you like in it? I brought a bunch of stuff from upstairs to make it with.”

“Simple cheese would be fine. Don’t strain yourself over me,” you said blushing as you fidgeted with the remote in your hand.

“You’re no bother at all! I love to cook. I hope I get to do it with you more often,” he said laden with promises of the future. You watched Shaun work his way around the kitchen. He threw an egg in the air and cracked it with the side of the spatula. A proud grin on his face when he saw your eyes widen with surprise.

“Ooh, and he’s got tricks.” You laughed.

“That’s nothing. Watch this.” He took an egg and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to curl his bicep and crack the egg open, the yolk and albumen spilling into the bowl. You stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I washed my arm.” And then you lost it. You laughed so hard at his charm and quirky sense of humor.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s not hard. I think you have the muscle for it. Here try it.” Shaun grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to you as he placed an egg at the bend of your arm. His thumb grazed against your elbow as he held it. “Now flex,” he whispered. “Like you’re Thor showing off to his fangirls downstairs.”

You giggled at the silliness of it all, and you had to admit, that you were having fun. Shaun’s playful nature always made you laugh, making you feel carefree. You bit on your lip as you tried to focus on cracking the egg but instead were distracted by Shaun’s own body so close to you. You watched his graceful hands move as he flipped the pan, making a perfect half-crescent omelet. He went out of his way to make you something. And that immediately warmed your heart.

You flexed hard and tried multiple times, but the egg wouldn’t crack. The egg dropped to the floor and Shaun was quick to provide you with a new one. You laughed every time you failed. Each egg kept dropping to the floor and the two of you were making a mess everywhere.

Outside, Loki had ventured closer to your studio door. He could hear the melodic tones of your laughter as the two of you spent time together. His overactive mind giving him vivid scenarios of you laughing while Xu uses the can of whip cream he brought down. Was Shaun the one you’d been harboring feelings for? The revelation struck him blind. In all sincerity, he thought he would only have to contend with the soldiers. But the looks all around the table at that meeting a couple of days ago said otherwise.

Loki ran his hands over his face when a sudden crash went off inside your studio and he heard you scream a surprise. Worried, Loki quickly ran over to see if you needed help.

“Scopes?” Loki yelled out. The giant studio seemed empty until he heard the sweet call of your laughter coming from your kitchen.

Loki’s eyes widened at the scene he saw unfolding in front of him. You were in Shaun’s arms. The two of you covered head to toe in flour. Laughing and giggling as if you had just done something so mischievous.

“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat out loud. You turned to face him. Your red blush showing through the white flour covering your cheeks. Shaun stood you upright and then tried to dust the pancake mix off his face.

“Loki!” you cried and pushed yourself away from Shaun’s embrace.

“I was passing by, and it sounded like you needed help outside. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But I see now that you are in...very capable hands.” Loki growled.

“I-uh, we were just…” your mind scrambled to come up with a reason as to why you were in Shaun’s arms. You didn’t think that Loki would care but you didn’t want rumors going around about something that wasn’t true. “Shaun was teaching me how to crack an egg and I slipped on the ones that fell on the floor. Luckily, he caught me, but not before I grabbed the bowl of pancake mix and launched it up into the air.”

“I see. You don’t need to explain anything to me, Scopes. I just wanted to make sure you were not in danger.” Loki said coolly.

“Thank you,” you said gently as you looked into each other’s eyes. His statement cracked your heart. Of course, he wouldn’t care. Why would Loki get jealous if you were in another man’s arms?

Shaun paused, watching the interaction between the two of you. Especially yours. A small smile played on his lips as he put all the pieces together.

Shaun bristled as Loki gave him one last stare and left the studio. Oh, no. That’s not good. Did I just get cursed by a god?

“Ah-why don’t you eat, while I clean this up.” Shaun offered.

“I can help.”

“No. No. I insist. I made this for you. You should enjoy it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you.” You said as you tucked in to your delicious cheese omelet. “It’s lovely.”

“So…” Shaun tried. “You and Loki, huh?” he said raising his eyebrow.

You choked on the morsel that was in your mouth at his statement. He patted you on the back, handing you your glass of mimosa. “I, uh…”

“Don’t deny it, Scopes. I saw how red you turned when he walked into the room.”

“Ok. I won’t! But you can’t tell anybody.”

“Why not? Just go for it. YOLO, my friend.”

“Ya and that life would end as soon as he laughs in my face and rejects me,” you mumbled as you took another sip of your glass. Shaun vaguely remembers the meeting they all had about this calendar. Apart from Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce, he was pretty sure that everyone else in that room had the hots for you.

“I don’t think…”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone!” You demanded.

“Okay, okay I promise.” He relented. “But-” he quickly turned his expression giving way to a devious smile on his face. “-you’ll have to do something for me.”

“Oh God, what is it?” you groaned.

“You have to do three duets with me next karaoke night,” he said holding up three fingers.

“What!”

“Take it or leave it, Scopes.”

“One song.”

“Two songs!”

“Fine. Two songs. Both my choice.” You fumed.

“Deal!”

“Deal.” You both shook hands. “Now clean this up while I finish this delicious breakfast.” You commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed as he reached for the paper towels.

In the end, Shaun chose one of the candid shots you took of him as he was searching for the apron. “You make me look good.” He said staring at your computer.

“You already look good. I just took the picture.” You remarked.

Having spent most of the day cleaning and cooking, Shaun left you to finish working on his page as he went upstairs. He was surprised to find everybody there.

Loki gave him a look of annoyance as his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not me guys,” Shaun exclaimed to everyone in the group, shaking his hair of excess flour.

There was a visible sigh of relief from some of the other men who haven’t had their turn yet. Most notably from the god of mischief himself.

“Oh, let’s not all get too sad about it,” Shaun said sarcastically.

“My condolences, Mister Xu.” Vision said as he held Wanda’s hand. “I know you were looking forward to today.”

“That’s all right. I got a good singing partner out of it.”

@alexs1200 @a-witch-with-words @athalialaufeyson @britishserpent @cakesandtom @crimson25 @el-zef @fictive-sl0th @gigglingtigger @glitterylokislut @goldencherriess @holymultiplefandomsbatman @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @immersed-in-mischief @kellatron55 @kikster606 @kkdvkyya @lokidbadguy @lokiprompts @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @lokisgoodgirl @lokisninerealms @lokischambermaid @lokyxryss @loopsisloops @lucylaufeyson3 @luvlady-writes @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr @muddyorbs @nopenottodayson @one-oblivious-nerd @ozymdias @peaches1958 @salempoe @sarahscribbles @sarawr-reads @silverfire475 @springdandelixn @theaudacitytowrite @thedistractedagglomeration @thomase1 @user13cabs @vickie5446 @vbecker10 @wheredafandomat @xorpsbane

#calendar #man of the month #Marvel men #men of marvel #calendar fic #collaboration #loki fanfic #loki fluff #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki fandom #tom hiddleston fanfic #loki x you #loki oneshot #loki x reader #marvel fanfic #loki series

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Sorry for not being very active on here

Just wanted to give an update because a lot has been going on with me and I haven’t even had the time or energy to think about writing or being on this blog because of everything lol.

So, I recently got into a car wreck on the 14th on my way to work. Some guy was trying to make a left turn into the neighborhood I live in on the highway and his engine stalled and (even though he saw me coming and knew that his 20+ year old car had engine problems) he pulled out in front of me to cross but because his engine stalled he didn’t make it and I crashed into him. I’m okay btw!!! Luckily and thankfully I only made it out with a bruised leg, but my car is in bad shape and is most likely totaled because the engine went out after the crash and I couldn’t move my car out of the road nor could I even get out of my car from the driver’s side, I had to escape from the passenger side.

So…yeah, there’s that and I’ve been dealing with a lot of mental health issues because my work has been overworking me and pushing me to my limit and I’m honestly getting really tired of giving my all and breaking my back for this store and getting nothing out of it, like not even a raise (when I asked for one they said it was “being processed by corporate” and apparently this raise has been in the works for me since December so…I don’t think I’ll be getting a raise any time soon tbh and even if I did get a raise it probably wouldn’t be enough to keep me there). Like, just last Wednesday I had a stressed induced illness because I was so burnt out from work and worried about stuff that it made me physically ill so (for the first time ever in 1 year of working at that store) I called out sick (and then that same week I got into the wreck so that was great).

I’m currently working on finding a new job because what I’m dealing with now is getting ridiculous and I honestly really want to be on here and talk to you guys and make posts like I used to, but I feel like I can’t anymore because of life and that sucks. Legit, my boss is making me work 35 hours this week (AFTER MY CAR WRECK 😑) even though she knows what I’m dealing with right now and knows how overworked I am. She had the nerve to say “I don’t want to overwork you” as she adjusted my schedule for the 3rd time because someone who is CONSTANTLY calling out in the store (and they refuse to fire her for some reason AND there’s another employee that’s going to be out all month) can’t come to work for the rest of this week so I have to cover for her. Oh yeah…and you know what else??? I have to train a new employee on top of all of that. I’m not a manager. I’m not even full time. I don’t get vacation time or sick days or paid holidays (even though we literally only get 2 holidays off and that’s Christmas Day and Thanksgiving Day, so not that it even matters anyways) or any kind of benefits. And I don’t get paid extra for training new hires. It’s ridiculous. My boss even asked if I felt comfortable training a new employee after what I’ve gone through with the wreck and how stressed I am (which I respect) and I told her no because I really am dealing with a lot and don’t need the stress of training someone on top of that, yet here I am so…I’m just tired of being a doormat for this company and letting them treat me like a workhorse. It was fine at first because I needed the money (and I still do), but the lack of sympathy after the wreck and being so overworked and stressed that I became physically ill is concerning and I think it’s a sign that I need to move on and find something else.

So yeah, sorry for the rant there but I just wanted to share what I’m dealing with and what I’m going through. Like, I still have stuff at home I have to deal with too and financial issues (and getting in a car wreck certainly doesn’t help that at all), so yeah. I have an interview tomorrow for a job that would really be beneficial to me and would be a perfect fit for me and I’m really hoping and praying I get the job because it’s would just help me so much and it’s such a good job!

Anyways, I know I share updates a lot, but I realized I haven’t really been active on here and I just wanted to share why and kinda release some tension because I’m really going through it lol.

#update #kind of a rant #sorry I’m not one to rant about personal stuff on here but…I got a lot going on lol #it’s not super personal but it’s stressful to me

[afterdarkprincess]

unfinished WIP- turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you

@shanie-the-komania-toyaddict dared me to so here it is- the Samijey breakup/makeup fic that I started and have put down. Who knows maybe this'll make me finish it 🫣 A lot of this is my notes, then a little bit of the proper fic I started working on.

Enjoy!!

Samijey Angst/Hurt/Comfort- the breakup fic??? Back to December

Sami gets injured by Drew back in December

Jey is distraught and concerned and wants to be there for Sami, but Sami is selfless, knows how much Jey needs this push and urges him to stay on the road.

Jey reaches out to Sami with words of support and comfort and little by little Sami’s doubt and anxieties sink in

Jey is doing well, doing amazing things. He never needed Sami, if anything Sami’s been holding him down. Sami stops responding to texts, Jey’s calls go unanswered. For a while he has excuses. PT, appointments, etc. And then it becomes clear that Sami is avoiding him and Jey can’t figure out why.

Jey has a day off an flies to see him, flowers in FUCKING HAND. And Sami is so cold to him, they fight and scream at each other and Jey leaves.

(flowers left on the door step? on the floor? like blood in the ring!! like this visual)) LIKE THE LEI FROM RUMBLE OMG

Over a month goes by and Sami gets ready to come back for the Rumble, Triple H talks to him about ideas for his lead up to Mania, plans for his reunion with Jey and Sami feels so guilty and he can’t, he can’t face Jey again and act like everything is okay.

He asks Hunter for some space, a storyline away from the bloodline, away from Jey and they have some reservations, but Sami asks for so little and has been such a workhorse that they agree.

Sami debuts at the Rumble just as Jey gets thrown out. There’s a moment when Jey looks up at him from outside the ring and they make eye contact but Sami shakes his head and looks away.

By the time the show is over Jey has gone for the night, and the speech Sami has planned to explain his decision and tell Jey how proud he is falls to the wayside.

The longer time goes on that he doesn’t talk to Jey the worse he feels. There’s some weeks where they don’t see each other at all, schedule conflicts and all that. True to his word, Triple H books him a shot at the IC championship and no one in the main event scene leading to mania even mentions his name. He’s relieved and torn. Sure he gets his Wrestlemania moment, but his hearts not in it and everyone can tell. He knows he should be on that stage in the mix to take down Roman, but can’t find it in himself to regret the decision.

The weeks they do see each other, its a mix between Jey acting like he doesn’t see Sami at all or hitting him with the saddest wet puppy eyes that Sami can barely look at him.

Sami watches backstage as Jey gets jumped by Jimmy time and time again, fighting every impulse to run out to the ring.

Gunther takes every chance he can get to beat Sami down, visceral chops and powerbombs until he can barely breathe. He does what he can, takes it with grace and grit and makes a good show. But more often that not when he finds himself face down on the mat, he can’t help but to hope that maybe he’ll hear Jey’s music hit, but it never comes.

It’s the Raw before ‘Mania, and Sami’s morale is at an all time low. He’s taken another beating, and Chad got dragged into it which makes him feel even worse. He had to watch as not only Jimmy attacked Jey but he also got thrown around by the Rock and keeping his face neutral is becoming an impossible task.

He gets caught up waiting for Chad to be cleared, so he’s still backstage after the show ends and quite literally runs into Jey.

START OF FIC

turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you

Sami is tired. It’s been another exhausting Monday, his rematch with Bronson going about as well as he’d imagined, with Gunther taking the opportunity to lay him flat on his ass again.

And he’d brought Chad into this too, beating the man unconscious before dragging him out to the ring and literally laying him at Sami’s feet. And who would Sami be if he didn’t rush to the aid of his friends.

Who indeed?

He shakes away the thought, what does it matter at this point? He made a choice and he’s going to have to live with it now.

Sami doesn’t sleep much anymore. Memories plague him, keeping him up as he replays them over and over, trying to find the moment where it all went wrong

The match with Drew, the botched spot when his ankle failed him. Drew making it personal and attacking him again, all because of his hatred of Jey.

Jey….

Jey worrying over his injury and vowing for vengeance against the Scottish Warrior.

Jey at his side at the hospital, fingers tightly woven with his as the Docs give him the news, showing them the torn meniscus that will keep him out of the ring for the next few months.

The talk on the way back to Sami’s apartment. Jey suggesting that he call in some favors and take time off to help Sami with his recovery, and he just couldn’t bear that. It’s bad enough that his own career momentum will be stunted, he can’t drag Jey away when he’s finally getting the recognition that he deserves.

----

Aaaaaand thats where I stopped 🫣

#samijey #jey uso #sami zayn #WIPs #I really loved this idea and then the boys got back together and idk the wind went right out of the sails

[redemptionbaby]

Hi there, I just binged your blog and it has restored my nutrition levels. If you want I would love to read about what Arthur would think/feel/do if his crush / s/o was not in the gang and he could only get away to see them once a week? (I'm not sure if he'd be wanting to keep his 2 lives separate for a while for some reason??) I'm wondering what he'd be like lovesick, cuz I'm definitely missin that cowboah </3 :') many thanks

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Arthur is not that interesting. At least, that’s what he thinks. He’s an open book— and he’s not the type to keep liaisons…. Until he met you. And suddenly he’s riding off to god knows where, as usual, but with a telltale smile on his face that makes people curious.

He feels conflicted, of course. He loves you. He knows the gang isn’t a safe place— and you’re too sweet to fit in with a bunch of thieves and murderers like them…. He thinks it’s a miracle that you see anything in him. That— and with the increasing instability of it all, Micah whispering in Dutch’s ear, the way it’s becoming clearer and clearer that these violent delights are going to have violent ends. He doesn’t think the gang is a safe place to be.

Then again, he remembers the last time he left people he was connected to— left them to fend for themselves while he went and played Robin Hood. He had to bury them.

As things escalate within the gang, he also worried about his attachment to you becoming known, and it calling his loyalty into question. He could give less of a damn if Dutch thinks his allegiances lie elsewhere— but he doesn’t want you in the middle of it. He’s afraid of the lengths to which Dutch will go to keep Arthur close.

Back in the day, when he really thought they were all good people, when he thought the gang was the best thing in the world and a force of charity to those who needed it, he would’ve tried to get you in just as soon as you’d shared your first kiss. But the years have washed away the rosy tint on his vision.

A part of him is guilty. Is he just using you for a refuge? A place to go when things finally go past the point of no return? Are you a contingency plan for him?

But part of what keeps him coming back is how you melt those worries away. When he’s with you, he can’t bring himself to think of all his troubles. He’s consumed by you and all your radiance. You sit under a tree on breezy spring afternoons with his head in your lap while you read a book aloud to him.

In truth, having you to go to….. having a sort of home— that’s one of the few things that’s still keeping him going.

And he never comes back to camp empty handed. He doesn’t want anyone sniffing after him…. Suspicious of where he’s gone. So he always comes back with money, loot, fresh game, a lead….. anything to keep up his image of the Van Der Linde workhorse.

He might tell a few precious and trusted friends about you. The ones who still remember true love and the life that exists beyond their traveling bubble of crime and self righteousness. Sadie, for example. She remembers love. Not just survival and blind loyalty.

And in the world where there are happy endings, he shows up bloodied and beaten at your doorstep one fateful evening— his ties severed. Arthur Morgan died on a mountain, and a new man has emerged, ready to live his life for love and quiet solitude. And despite his aches and stinging wounds— he feels better than he has in a long time. Because he’s in your arms, and for the first time, he won’t have to leave them.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #writing #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

[enkisstories]

The annual Black Spire Summer Race was almost decided. After horses and riders had demonstrated their endurance, agility and jumping skills at obstacles along the track, now there was only the stone bridge to cross to reach finishing line.

Two horses were clearly in front, a Batuu-hoof and a Moonwood workhorse. Close behind them, two riders fought viciously over third place.

*clomp, clomp, clomp*

One of the front runners was the cup holder, called Plum, the other a challenger from Moonwood Mill, going by the name of "Ruin". Plum was in second place when they entered the home stretch...

Daniel (panting): "We've... got... this... He won't..." *gasps* "...sacrifice what he'd have... to... keep... this pace..."

Any moment now the front runner would slow down and then all Plum and Daniel would have to do was keep going at the current speed, the fastest they were able to go while still passing the post-race vet check. Daniel actually had to rein Plum in a little, otherwise she'd overdone it.

Alas...

Ruin with his rider entered the bridge, where the winds were blowing hard, in addition to the gust from them going fast already. No hairstyling could withstand this double barrage.

Ruin's rider frowned when his perfecly coifed thatch turned into something like a scarecrow's top, but he pushed through and crossed the finishing line first.

Daniel: "Kudos! I didn't think you'd do that."

Armitage: "If I got ten credits everytime someone said that, I could buy a capital ship.”

Daniel: “Only people usually don’t add “Kudos”, when they say that about you! So... a landspeeder license plate, maybe.”

Rose: "Hello, dashing rebel! Have you seen my fiance? Tall, dark, perfectly styled flaming hair?"

Poe: "Probably fell into the canyon. Hit on this one instead, he's a better catch!"

Rose: “But I actually liked that hairstyle on him!”

Armitage: "There better wasn’t a photo-finish camera in place..."

Armitage scored 10 points, Daniel, Rose, Poe and Don nine points each in the rabbit hole competitions. Then the tiebreaker races gave me Daniel - Rose - Poe - Don as the finishing order. Gavin only got eight points.

#armitage hux #rose tico #poe dameron #sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #newstarwarssims #simblr #battleforbatuu7

[bitchfitch]

Idk, more rambles about plant elf and big polar bear wolf monster.

Maelgwn, polar bear wolf monster, hates spring. He would never say it out loud, but he detests the season to a truly unreasonable degree.

He dreads it's arrival far more than winter's because winter has already taken everything that it can from him. He feels spring exists just to remind him of that.

His sort hibernate. It's this massive communal thing, all the packs come together in one deep cave to share body heat and wait out the part of winter where the sun never rises. Hes old. Age makes hibernation more and more dangerous every year that passes.

That's part of why he hates spring so much. Winter has taken everything from him, he just needs it to take him too.

Years and years before he would ever give a shit about a king in red whose skin danced with living vine tattoos, Maelgwn had a wife, Amalabairga. She was... Everything. Strong and brilliant and a stubborn workhorse who would lead her people with the same vigor and ruthless determination that she did everything with until her very last breath. They weren't perfect for eachother, But Maelgwn thought it an honor to call her his queen, and a blessing he would never be able to repay to call her his wife.

They weren't perfect, they were both stubborn bulls who bashed heads constantly over the pettiest things. Anyone who didn't know them would assume they despised each other. Anyone who did know them would laugh themselves to pieces over the idea of those two being anything less than absolutely smitten with one and another.

They had pups. Four of them from the same litter. They were so little even when they were already a few years old. They never thrived like they should. The years they had been born into were too harsh, food too scarce and the winds too cold. Maelgwn and Amalabairga adored them more than words could describe.

Everyone besides them saw it coming long before they did. They were blinded by their pride. They were in denial. Neither of them could accept it.

A harsh fall gave way to a harsher winter. The storms came too early. There wasn't time to stock up or put on fat. The winter den wasn't as crowded as it should have been. The sudden freeze blocked off some of the sub packs' routes. It was going to be a horribly cold winter, and they weren't going to have the body heat of an entire pack to keep them warm to the end of it.

There were healers who stayed awake the entire winter to look after the people within the den. To move pups who squirmed too far from their parents back to their sides. To remove the bodies of those that couldn't survive the whole season.

Maelgwn only got to say good bye to the strongest of his four pups. The others went too quickly for the healer to be able to wake him in time. Amalabairga didn't even get that much. Maelgwn often teased her for being a heavy sleeper. He would never do that again.

Neither of them processed it until spring came and the ground thawed enough to lay their frozen pups to rest. Because that's the thing. They could both leave the depths of the cave to sit in the mouth beside their babies, where it was so far below freezing their breath would fill their muzzles with ice on every inhale. the way the four of them were laid... they just looked like they were sleeping, blanketed in fine frost, but still like they would wake along with everyone else come spring.

The healers were used to fighting parents who were in denial. Grief and the disorientation of hibernation could do perfectly reasonable people to do insane things. Like try to stay in the mouth of the den where no living thing could survive for long, or bring their loved ones back to where it was warm.

None of them had expected their king and queen to be the sort to want to lay down beside their lost pups. Both of them had always been so bold and sturdy and stubborn in their refusal to give up. It didn't feel like giving up to either of them. A part of them promised their pups would wake up if they were just kept warm to spring. That was what was supposed to happen after all.

Spring came, and the pups didn't wake. Four new graves amongst thousands more. They didn't even live long enough to earn their names.

Spring gives to summer, Shocked grief turns to rage. It wasn't fair. They did everything right. They were Good Leaders. No one would debate that. They were good parents. They did Everything Right. And it didn't matter in the slightest in the end.

Summer gives to Fall. The years hunts were more than fruitful. They had plenty. If their pups had only made it one more year. Their rage at the situation Needs an outlet. They turn on each other. If Maelgwn hadn't suggested they linger at this hunting ground, if Amalabairga hadn't let them swim in that river. If he hadn't, if she hadn't.

They both new they were being unreasonable lashing out at eachother. Nothing they could have done differently would have made that winter any less cruel. They needed it to be eachothers fault. They needed it to be their fault.

Winter came again. Maelgwn thought he could still see them sleeping in the mouth of the cave. All hibernation long he dreamt of his pups and his wife and of springs they never got to see together. in the rare few moments he would wake to stumble to the underground river to drink, he would dread the next time he opened his eyes. Spring could never come, and he'd be glad for it.

Spring refused to stay its march.

Maelgwn woke to an empty nest. Amalabairga was gone.

Her body wasn't in the mouth. The healers swore they didn't see her go. She was just gone, like she had never been there to begin with.

It would be years until he found out what became of her. The new joy she had found beside a man who could lay her aching heart to ease in a garden that bloomed year-round like it knew nothing but spring.

Maelgwn was never a good match for her, even if they both burned brighter beside one and another. Nothing he could have done would have made her stay even if she did love him every bit as much as he loved her. they were always too similar.

She left him with her responsibilities. Her crown. He was king now, even if he refused to take the title.

So much changed. He got older. He saw many more winters, and through every single one he dreamed of all the mistakes he thought he had made, and all the ways he would do it differently, and all the springs he wanted to see with his pups and their mother. And all the springs he would wake up too without them.

Maelgwn hates spring. Winter took everything from him, and then spring had the gual to remind him of that.

#hi this was supposed to be about Erasyl letting Maelgwn love spring again but tbh i think this one should just be about Maelgwn's grief #child death tw

[houseboatisland]

Watching the Moss Grow: A Rundown

(he’s just a little guy)

Okay, because I got The ZoomiesTM last night, I ended up committing myself to creating ANOTHER original series, even though my other one’s not started either. Woe is me. This series, called “Watching the Moss Grow,” (credit to Jobey, who also helped me name the main lad,) will give me more creative freedom than “The Pasqueflower Line” in the sense that location, accuracy to history regarding engine classes, etc. are all immaterial. Everyone’s a freelance mutt of an engine, and the railway on which the engines live, the very anonymously named Joint Lines Committee, belongs to no specific part of England in particular.

Houseboat, you’re your own worst enemy, y’know that? Anyway, what’s WTMG about?

You’re so right.

WTMG revolves around the escapades of Moss, a soft, unassuming and impossibly small six-coupled goods engine, and his unusual little universe of my own creation. Set in a perpetual floating timeline of 1946-48, (because I don’t feel like explaining the JLC’s place in Nationalization, and the immediate postwar years of Britain are just so interesting to me,) Moss and all his friends and peers get on with the running of their line, with grit, resolve, and banter in spades.

Eh. Alright. Who are our characters?

Glad you asked, Me! Please note that this is a VERY incomplete list as more characters are created. Also, none of the engines belong to specific real life classes, so photo references of similar-looking engines will be provided. Forgive me for your having to fill in the gaps with your imagination where necessary, such as engines not having the same number of wheels!

~Engines~

Moss

Wheel Arrangement: 0-6-0

Livery: Forest Green/No Stripes/Brass Dome

A Similar Engine: [1]

Our eponymous main character!

Moss is a soft-spoken, chipper, and grubby little goods engine. Painted green and always in the background, he lives up to his name. He supposedly has an uncanny ability to appear out of nowhere, but really, it’s just engines realizing he’s been there the whole time. He revels in his status as a wallflower workhorse, and would give you the paint off his boiler. Moss is however a bit under-powered, which clashes with his chief flaw of being, to be frank, a pushover.

His usual duties when not biting off more than he can chew are short-haul goods and shunting.

Pup

Wheel Arrangement: 2-10-0+0-10-2

Livery: Black/White-Green-White Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

His name is misleading, for he’s the largest steam engine in all of Britain. (How the JLC got ownership of him is a company secret.)

Pup is an immensely powerful Garratt goods engine, and the line’s Big Cheese/Coolest Guy in Town. His main responsibility, pulling interminably long coal trains to London, often keeps him away from the others. When he is around, he's held in the highest regard by all for his endless charm and unflappable nature. If there’s a fight while he’s around, all it takes is a glare and some stern words out of him to force a peace.

He has taken a shine (a platonic one? who can tell) to Moss, who is thus OFF-LIMITS to bullying in Pup’s presence. He and Wally, more on her below, are also smokebox-over-wheels for one another, and the sparks that fly on the occasions they do cross paths could light a thousand fireboxes, (his poetic imagery, not mine.)

Florin

Wheel Arrangement: 0-6-0T

Livery: Dark Blue/Orange Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Florin is the Head Station Pilot at Eastport, the JLC’s biggest station. She runs a tight ship in “her” station, is the shunting equivalent of a chess champion, and has been at this her whole life apart from her recent mobilization by the War Department.

Now demobbed and back in her domain, Florin may come off as territorial and snappish, but really she’s just trying to keep a place in the one comfort zone she’s ever had. She thus has zero patience for Mutton, another of the shunters, who’s sluggish and carefree, and berates him accordingly.

Mutton

Wheel Arrangement: 0-8-0T

Livery: Dark Blue/Orange Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Mutton is one of Florin’s many subordinate shunters at Eastport, and her least favorite by miles, not that he cares a fig for her or anything else.

Recently purchased from a sleepy brickworks, he has no experience with the urgency of passengers, timetables, or the social construct that some engines rank higher or lower than others. Mutton’s a live and let live sort of bloke with no malice in him, but the more he’s scolded, the less he’ll cooperate. Florin, for all her cleverness, seems not to grasp this.

Old Hiccups

Wheel Arrangement: 0-4-4T

Livery: Black/No Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Old Hiccups was once charged with running a hardly patronized passenger service on a backwater branchline. That has since closed, and he's found a new purpose as a semi-stationary boiler. He's never cleaned, can't move on his own, and sits around for weeks at a time heating carriages or powering machinery.

And he loves every minute of it, to the other engines' bafflement.

With his posh voice and prideful laziness, Old Hiccups strikes the image of a hedonist basking and being fed grapes. He without deviation addresses his colleagues as "dear" or "good fellow." He apparently gets a kick out of inconveniencing engines on other jobs to drop everything and tow him where his talents are required next.

Old Hiccups carries himself as if he has unlocked all the secrets to a peaceful life. The other engines think him mad.

Wally aka “Queen of the Belgians”

Wheel Arrangement: 4-8-2

Livery: Burgundy/White Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Wally, (officially named "Queen of the Belgians," but never referred to as such by anyone except her nameplates and company logbooks,) is one of the JLC's express passenger engines.

Don't let her spotless paint and status fool you, she's actually very humble and genuinely concerned about others’ wellbeing. This makes her a bit of an outcast among the other express engines at times, but Wally hardly bothers for their approval anyway. And in any case, they rarely scorn her for long, before falling over each other to get her attention the next moment.

Wally much prefers the company of “real” working engines such as Moss, Florin and “that dashing brute” Pup.

~Humans~

Mr. Clarence Ireton

The nimble, mousy, and empathic General Manager of the JLC, who is most certainly NOT an expy of Clement Attlee.

Ireton has a progressive, (or to non-railwayfolk’s point of view, eccentric,) managerial style that hinges on regularly interfacing with the workers (*gasp*) and engines both. He can’t be everywhere at once, but everywhere he can be, he tries to help out whoever “has the right of it” the best he can. Apart from his cringe-inducing love of wordplay and improvised limericks, he’s a very pleasant sort. His motto is “Fairness is the Order of the Day,” and it’s invoked ad nauseam.

#watching the moss grow #wtmg moss #wtmg pup #wtmg mr. ireton #wtmg old hiccups #wtmg wally #wtmg florin #wtmg mutton

[walker-extended-universe]

In the Life of a Horse

Relationship(s): Cordell the Horse & Hoyt Rawlins

Tags/Warnings: Horses, Criminal Activity, Internal Thoughts, Character Study, Arrests, Snacks

Summary: A small exploration of Walker: Independence through Cordell's eyes

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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There once was a horse with no name.

Well, he had a name, but he didn’t like it very much. Who names a horse “James”? That’s a dumb name. And this horse was not a dumb horse, so he did not appreciate that name. He didn’t know what else to call himself though, so he just pretended he had no name.

There once was a horse with big dreams.

This horse was born in a stable and trained to be a working horse. His owners were nice and he got plenty of snacks and a comfortable place to sleep, so he couldn’t really complain about it. But his life was so very boring. It was all the same routine, day in and day out. Wake up, do chores, go into town, come back home, do more chores, eat, go back to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

This horse dreamed of running on the open plains, chasing adventure and excitement. A new challenge every day, never the same as the day before. Something new, something different.

But, the horse knew he would likely never live that dream. The closest he would get is reaching retirement age and being allowed to graze the pasture at his leisure until he was too much trouble to keep around. Which wasn’t so bad, in the grand scheme of things. He could be a lot worse off.

But still. He yearned.

Then, one day, his yearning was rewarded.

His owner took him out of town to kill a man. It was already a more exciting day than usual and it had just begun. Then, the moment he turned his back to munch on some grass (he liked to snack), there was a commotion. The next thing he knew, someone was on his back- and it wasn’t his owner.

“Jacob ever give you a name?” he heard the man who should be dead say. “No? Guess I should give you one….. How about…. Cordell. Yeah, that’s a good name.”

Cordell couldn’t help but agree.

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Being a criminal’s horse was much more exciting than being a workhorse.

Hoyt liked to go fast. Cordell loved to go fast. Running through the open plains under the most big and beautiful skies he’d ever seen- it was thrilling. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Cordell also loved the criminal aspect. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but running was a lot more fun when there was a reason for it. And if getting extra money meant Hoyt bought him better snacks, like sugar lumps or apples, then that was also a very nice plus.

One thing he did not like about being Hoyt’s horse: he got left outside of buildings a lot.

It wasn’t all bad. There were other horses to talk to and people to see. It was interesting in its own way. But Cordell was a horse that got bored easily.

It was a good thing most of the buildings he got left outside of were banks that Hoyt was robbing. That made things a lot less boring.

This time was even less boring because Hoyt brought a friend with him. Cordell liked making friends! And this lady was very exciting. Cordell didn’t understand all the words she used but she was very good at using them. He didn’t like that she kept hitting Hoyt but there was grass to snack on so he wasn’t complaining too much.

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Another thing that was not so great about being a criminal horse: they had a place for horses in jail. If Hoyt got caught, Cordell was caught too. So he was stuck in the corral until Hoyt managed to get out and take him somewhere with better snacks.

This time was different though, since Cordell could see Hoyt standing free and clear, far away from where the arrest was happening. Cordell whinnied for him, but hoyt just hid. Oh well, he thought as he was led into custody. Hoyt would come get him eventually. Until then, he’d have some consistent snacks.

#walker: independence #walker: independence fic #walkerverse fan faves #cordell the horse

[dulcans-actual-wife]

(HUGE SPOILER WARNING as I reference practically everything in the comic at some point in the analyses. I check for updates every 2-3 days so you can assume an update here on the same day as the latest update. And that's on hyperfixations babeeyyyyy 🫠🩷

Please PLease PLEASE contribute your thoughts!! i'd love to hear what you think ^w^)

I will update it as I work on classpecting them and finding speculative crumbs of information and then sorting them into the objective vs. subjective boxes.

EGOIZE KARIAS - PRINCE OF MIND (possible PRINCE OF HOPE) (EGO-IZE. Ego as in he's got a big one. He acts like he's the shit but he's really just a formerly rich manchild that acts on impulse. He retains some traits of the Mind aspect but for the most part destroys it (He left Tahoma with no choice but to lure him in because he refused to listen to her, for example. Same with Meeraz, he said she was talking bullshit). He is a very emotional man, (reminiscent of today's "sassy man apocalypse", but that's just my opinion as a reader) and lashes out like a kid would. Tahoma probably has to have served as his handler at one point.) (fun fact i ship my trollsona w/ him in <3<)

DULCAN THANAS - PAGE OF BLOOD (He is Responsible for Providing MEAT (flesh could be seen as a symbol of Blood). He is also responsible for Cladem's welfare and is very, very poor at it, having dismissed her at multiple points (up until the Cow Massacre, he wasn't receptive to her visions.) But once it happens, he becomes remorseful and apologizes, showing maturity and progress to his character. He DOES have a sense of Responsibility. Unfortunately, he believed her all too late and Cladem has to pay the price, not just his whole herd of cattle and a bunch of chickens minus one. He was mentioned as being "abysmal at talking to people let alone convincing them" (Recruiting people for a Team and Unity are part of the Blood aspect. Dulcan is shit at it but likes to see himself as being a Responsible adult that Knows his shit when he Actually Doesn't.).)

MAYDES "SKERRT" AURATU - HEIR OF BREATH/RAGE (Breath - He shoves off his Responsibility for taking care of his lusus because he is exempt from the Vast Glub's effects. That, and he's Lost in his Own Little World. He insists on being called by a few different aliases to the point that his fake name, Skerrt, is better known than his actual name, Maydes. Again, a sign of detachment from who he is at the Heart of the Matter AKA Maydes Aurata, Heir to Primarian ||'s throne. (A/N: IMHO, he's a little irresponsible shit and overall awful like every other man in the group but that doesn't mean I hate the story or characters, I'm quite passionate about both. I'm just saying he's just poorly behaved and is a bad person which is more of my arbitrary moralizing.) Another thing of note is that he's very rage-inducing for those who don't care for his carelessness and his ancestor wrote shit the wrong way and it led to things having to be written backwards, then flipped.)

TAHBBI DAEZON - ROGUE OF SPACE

KIMAIZ YELDAN - MAID OF TIME (He was treated like a workhorse, Overloaded with DEADLINES until his Internal Clock runs rut. He requires others, namely Amenia and Tahbbi, to buy him some TIME by way of blood transfusions or begging a certain blue cowfucker to back the hoof off for five seconds. He has a cantankerous mood due to being in a constant state of pain and misery due to his AVOIDABLE SITUATION.)

AMENIA LYPTRA - WITCH OF LIFE (She has a very Cheerful Personality in the face of adversity. She keeps Live eels in tanks, presumably to power her technology.)

CLADEM NECHRE - MAGE OF DOOM (Suffers from visions of doom that nobody believes.)

MEERAZ BAYAGA - SEER OF VOID

LOKERE SARONE - KNIGHT OF LIGHT

ELGIZA ?????? - BARD OF RAGE (Her creation, the Purple Doll Girl, causes everyone else misery. Perhaps, she wanted to give the purple girl Hope by making her a body (or a bunch of them...). She was stated as a good doll-maker by Kimaiz and was used as a dubious source of Hope for his regrettable situation.)

TAHOMA FLEURZ - SYLPH OF HOPE

DEJINN SILUDE - THIEF OF HEART (He's seductive, PASSIONATE and is canonically a trendsetter on Primaris ||. The way I interpreted it was he talks in a way that gives some people (Tahbbi again) the impression he's talking in double entendres like he wants something of a dirty nature. (A/N: I initially was made very uncomfortable by him and was a little scared of him. Like, I wanted to breeze through the fucking pages that had Dejinn, he was that upsetting to me. He reminds me too much of sleazy men that manipulate and lie to get what they want. Now I like him but don't like admitting it.) Thieves, like Princes, have inflated egos. He has Devoted Fans that would LITERALLY KILL for him. Also, the way it's phrased (he doesn't have interests but rather PASSIONS, if you incorrectly label them as something else Your Days Are Numbered, his PASSIONS include but are not limited to playing the acoustic guitar, filming and video editing, Network engineering, Jewel collecting and last but not least important SLAM POETRY (Something of note is that one recurring theme in Slam Poetry is IDENTITY-based politics). Dejinn is also stated to be the proud never before seen in trolls: Charisma. He *makes* you like him and if you don't, you're dead meat. From what I could gleam, He has a huge chunk of the Primarian population wrapped around his little finger, including critics and even a few of his teammates (This is a bit of a stretch, but Dulcan starts out seemingly annoyed by Dejinn then switched scripts mid-conversation, being Positive and saying they had a deal.)

#crossmound #cladem nechre #dulcan thanas #dejinn silude #amenia lyptra #meeraz bayaga #Tahbbi Daezon #tahoma Fleurz #lokere sarone #egoize Karias #skerrt auratu #kimaiz yeldan #elgiza

[leonsliga]

tuchel is in trouble because if lothar matthäus is right?? ouch (he called tuchel out for saying what was missing in the game against bremen when those are exactly leon's qualities and he was on the bench)

I saw that too! I’m glad that Lothar gave Leon the respect he deserves. After all, his role is a subtle one, one that’s overlooked and under-appreciated even by many of our own fans. But as Lothar pointed out, Leon’s greatest strengths are his mentality and versatility, both of which would’ve been crucial against Bremen.

I saw a lot of people on Twitter criticizing this statement, saying that “having a lot of friends” isn’t a good enough reason to keep him in the team, let alone place him in a starting position, but I think they missed the point. It’s about team synergy. Lothar (in my opinion, rightly) pointed out that at the end of the day, you need players who you trust will give everything on that pitch for all 90 minutes. Players need a guarantee that they won’t be out there fighting alone, and they need personalities they can trust to keep that fighting spirit alive. Leon is one of them.

I also think many people overlooked the second part of what Lothar said—that Leon brings a style of play to this squad that no one else has. He’s a workhorse through and through. A lot of the time, Leon is well-placed to apprehend the ball, either from the opposition or his teammates, and that’s no accident. In football, you don’t “just happen” to be in the right place at the right time, at least not consistently. That comes down to a keen read of the game. He pops up right when he’s needed, whether that’s in the buildup, in driving the counterattack, or dropping back to fortify the defense. And that’s not even getting into the ease with which he slides into other positions when needed.

Honestly, Lothar Matthäus has been hitting the nail on the head lately with Bayern. Take this interview below:

I completely agree with him, but I’d also be interested to hear what you all think :)

#anon 💖 #leon goretzka #lothar matthäus #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #fc bayern münchen #my asks #football asks

[alexmercer2424]

Hi I saw that requests were open and I was wondering if you could possibly do alastor and sister headcanons like maybe the sister kind of just overworked herself cuz she she just wanted the best life for him even though she probably was like getting sick constantly and she eventually dies and they possibly meet in hell

Please only platonic and only if you have time to do this

Alastor’s Reuniting w/ His Sister in Hell

When you and Alastor were kids it always seemed like he was getting himself into trouble

Sure he had all the girls crushing on him, but those terrible little boys were always so jealous and would often bully him

Al never said it bothered him, would just laugh and say they’ll get what they deserved

And you may not have understood what that meant exactly

But you still felt bad for your brother, it’s not like you two had the best home life and now his school life wasn’t the greatest either

And that was besides the fact you and him were mixed (Im following the idea he’s Creole and has a light brown skin tone)

You didn’t exactly partake in school, you did your best, but most your time was focusing on helping provide for your brother rather than studying

Your mom tried but it wasn’t easy due to her heritage and your father was next to useless if he was even around the guy was drunk more often than not it seemed when he was around

And things didn’t get better as the two of you grew older

Teen years were met with Alastor talking back to your father, the two of you trying to protect your mother, which resulted in him getting in altercations with your father

He got into more than enough altercations with the neighborhood boys due to the fact the ladies seemed to be drawn to him rather than them

And to your knowledge your brother didn’t have any interest in these women

Alastor was more involved in music, specifically radio, and sometimes hunting

He somehow managed to get a job in radio, how you’re not exactly sure

Sure he was a charismatic guy but he was also standoffish

You were just glad he started to find his way

Everyday for you felt like a battle to get out of bed, your body seeming to age as rapidly as your mind had to growing up

When he moved out he offered to take you with him but you stayed home with your mother, her health starting to fail her as well

By now you don’t know what happened to your father, he left just to never come back and Alastor seemed to care less than ever

As if they guy never existed

So you couldn’t bear the thought of your mother being all alone in her time of need

It wasn’t until one day when there was a knock on your door did everything change

A man stood at the door, a man you didn’t know but he wore a police uniform

You assumed it was going to be random trouble, neighbors calling about this or that just to complain and unsettle your family

What you didn’t expect was for the officer to tell you Alastor had died in a hunting accident

And what happened next you really don’t know

The next thing you remember is waking up in a hellish world where people looked like demons and animals looked like spawns of satan

You faired no better, you looked like some sort of horse or something, somehow still human, it was all just a mess (see metaphor workhorse)

You knew no one here, everyone seemed rude, and this definitely wasn’t the place that had girls wearing skirts to their ankles and men in anything but slacks and a shirt

It took weeks… months…

You felt even more loss than when you were alive and the isolation of everything was getting to you

It wasn’t until you were at work one day, managing to find some sort of work to keep from wandering, did things change once again

Getting yelled at your boss for not cooking the order right, even tho he wrote it down wrong and instead blamed you

Everything was too much and you just wanted to die again but it seems the Executioners have no interest in you so here you were… stuck for eternity

But as your boss yelled at you you heard a family voice

At first you thought it was your imagination until you saw the swagger, the confidence

There Alastor stood, smile larger than anything you’ve ever seen as he stared down your boss

And there Alastor grew in size, limbs becoming lanky and long, antlers spouting from the top of his head, teeth managing to become sharper as that smile only grew

Nothing happened besides your boss apologizing to you before running to the back room

You stood shocked, not only equally as scared but as well surprised at what was in front of you

Your brother, someone you thought you would never see again, stood in front of you

And though he looked different, even small and more human looking than whatever you just saw, he was still as charismatic yet questionable as ever

“Well dear sister, never thought I’d see you here!” He laughed “only the scum of the earth end up in a place like this!”

You had no idea what he meant, you knew this was hell, came to terms with it, but if only he knew what you did to help the two of you survive

His shock was a reassurance of his lack of knowledge

“No matter! You mustn’t stay in a place like this, not worth your time. Come with me and I’ll make sure you never work a day in your life! Not saying you didn’t do enough of that already when we were living”

He only continued to laugh, as if everything the two of you had become was a joke

You may have not understood, and may have feared the change you sensed in Alastor

But even the slightest familiar face in a place like this was better than anything

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel imagine #Hazbin hotel headcanons #Hazbin hotel Alastor #Hazbin hotel Alastor imagine #Hazbin hotel Alastor headcanons #Alastor imagine #Alastor headcanons #hh alastor imagine #hh alastor headcanons

[olreid]

hey, love your tlt posts! i had some thoughts on your posts on cavaliers and animal language – not trying to criticize or hate, just something i thought it could be interesting to point out.

i definitely agree with the idea that cavaliers are subjugated and treated as workhorses/batteries/lesser than necromacers in tlt, but i think it’s a bit misleading to highlight animal language deployed exclusively to describe cavaliers, because there are a lot of other instances of animal metaphors in the series. i personally think tamsyn muir either just likes animal metaphors, or is doing something slightly more complex with them that i can’t quite grasp.

here are some examples (just from searching for the word "animal," not an in-depth reread):

animal language for harrow:

gtn ch 14: “My mother and my father and my grandmother together … and I’ve advanced so far beyond them. One construct or fifty—and it simply slows it down … for all of half an hour.” She shook away frustration like an animal with a wet pelt, shivering all over before fixing dead black eyes on Gideon. “Right,” she said. “Right. Again. Keep watching, Nav.”

gtn ch 24: “Thanks for backing me up, my midnight hagette,” said Gideon, placing her back down. Harrow had not struggled, but gone limp, like a prey animal feigning death.

htn ch 6: Your vision swam. It became apparent immediately that you could not move. Your clinical brain rose to the fore as your meat brain shied and ran around and barked like the badly behaved animal it was.

htn ch 19: It seemed hateful to you that in death you should be treated like a prey animal some domestic predator had brought inside. You heard the Saint of Duty say in his flat, joyless voice: “I don’t answer to you.”

htn ch 27: When you laid your head back against Ianthe’s pillow, you smelled the thin putrefying off-apple smell from her bedside table, and you smelled her, and that scent was now familiar. It was the animal yearning for the familiar that undid you. You closed your eyes, and you were asleep.

animal language for isaac:

gtn ch 9: From three tables over, the loathsome teens greeted his audacity with low moans: they lost all appearance of restrained respectability and instead chorused his name in slow, hurt-animal noises, lowing “Magnus! Maaaaagnus,” which he ignored.

gtn ch 18: The awful necromantic teen rose to stand now. His eyes were raw and red, and his fists were dirty with blood. The numb agony on his face was like an animal in pain: when he spoke one expected only tortured baying.

gtn ch 22: “I wanted you two because Magnus liked you both,” she said. “So you get the warning. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.” Then she led Isaac away, him looking like an expectant prey animal, her like dynamite, ushering him back through the salt-warped door.

cytherea/dulcinea:

gtn ch 15: Dulcinea was breathing a little harder. She was wearing a filmy, foam-coloured dress and Gideon could see her ribs expand beneath it, like a shocked animal’s.

gtn ch 15: Dulcinea herself was smiling with what she obviously thought was infinite sweetness and what Gideon knew to be an expression of animal cunning.

ianthe:

htn ch 27: She sprawled in a puddle of red as though it was her shadow. Her long hair tumbled over her face and shoulders like a veil, and she grunted hard through her teeth, breathing in long terrible breaths like a dying animal.

mercymorn:

htn ch 36: The communicator crackled. Somebody breathed deeply. Then there was a lowing over the system—a terrible animal call of uncomprehending pain—and it did not sound like the Saint of Joy.

htn ch 46: Mercymorn was still juddering and crying out—it didn’t seem like she was actually dying, but she was frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal.

judith:

ntn ch 13: In a different voice she suddenly said, “Where am I? Where’s Marta? Where’s Lieutenant Dyas?” Then she threw back her head and howled like an animal. Crown and Palamedes both held her down.

hot sauce:

ntn ch 7: Then Hot Sauce reached out and put her hand quietly and firmly on Honesty’s shoulder, and that calmed him down, but he was sweating, he was warm. He smelled like overheated animal.

all necromancers (from an outside pov):

ntn ch 17: The Angel said, “What, right now? ’Course not, start running in the opposite direction … No, don’t fight them, Hot Sauce,” she said, as Hot Sauce opened her mouth. “If you valorise paranoia so much don’t be a hypocrite about it, all right? If you’re scared of necromancers, run from them. If they really are a necromancer, there’s no point in fighting them, is there? It’s like big animals, you can’t actually exert your will on them."

hi! yeah i def don’t think i said that muir only uses animal language for cavaliers, or at least i didn’t mean to! from my reread i think the most accurate way to put my interpretation of how animal language is deployed in the text is that muir describes many characters with animal language, but does so more often with cavaliers than necromancers; furthermore, cavaliers are most often described as beasts of burden, or dogs, which i would associate with loyalty/obedience and the outsourcing of physical violence in this context. the animal i remember most often associated with necromancers, particularly ianthe, harrow, and cytherea the first, is a snake, which is an animal whose deployment i would argue connotes power and cunning. 

it’s interesting that in the examples you highlight, necromancers seem to be linked to animals through pain and proximity to death, which is something that i think we can say on a cultural level is typically outsourced to cavaliers, the extreme circumstances of canaan house notwithstanding. this is not to say that necromancy is not physically demanding in its own right, but rather to point to cavaliers’ positioning as the first on the ground and thus the first to die, as well as the cultural practice of resolving conflict through cavalier duels. what comes to mind for me is when harrow says she has been “unmanned” by grief; there is a sense in which examination of animal language points to the way that humans become animal through cumulative exposure to pain, loss, and trauma which strips them of their higher faculties and reduces them to base instinct. in the necrofuture, it is a structural truth that cavaliers are more often exposed to those things, more often made animal because they are more often in pain or wounded or dying. this is not to say that necromancers are never wounded or dying or pained, as your citations show. however, what i would argue - and this is what i am interested in here - that in the case of cavaliers as a class, their deaths produce a recursive feedback loop of violence that renders them animalistic, at which point their animality is used to justify their exposure to further violence.

while both cavaliers and necromancers are capable of being rendered animal by violence, i think the second part of that process really only applies at a societal level to cavaliers. overall what i mean by discursive linkage is that when the animal language is taken in context with the societal positioning of cavaliers, repeated association with animals takes shape as a tactic used to subjugate them and make their deaths hold less weight than they otherwise might. in absence of the structures set up to situate cavaliers more proximate to death than their necromantic counterparts, it would be easier to read the use of animal language as what you suggest: a particular affinity on muir's part for animal metaphor in her prose. however, when taken together with the structure of the imperial core, i personally find it hard to write off as a stylistic choice, and even if it wasn't intentional i think it creates particular effects in the text regardless.

wrt isaac, there is definitely something to pick at re: the association between the innocence of youth and innocence of the [prey] animal, but i would have to chew on it more. my instinct is also to read into the fact that isaac is fourth house, generally thought of as “cannon fodder,” and that perhaps the fourth house's proximity to the machinery of war has something to do with deployment of animal language in his and jeannemary's case. 

but yeah tldr i don't think that only cavaliers are associated with animals in tlt and it could very well be that muir is doing something more complex or nuanced with her use of that device! it just struck me on my reread that cavaliers are controlled not only through mechanisms which actively facilitate their deaths but also through cultural and discursive work that makes those deaths more acceptable to the nine houses, and association with animals is one vehicle through which that work is accomplished.

#guy who has had a melatonin. hopefully this scans #asks #onefleshonepod #locked tomb trilogy #ntn spoilers #animacies