#i def have a lot of thoughts on this but that's what friends and polite asks for for

[stevieswhore]

"what, baby?"

bestfriend!steveharrington x reader

word count: 1.1K words

content warnings: just giggly drunkenness and you and your best friend not knowing what personal space is..

let me know if you guys want a part 2!!!

“hi pretty girl.” steve slurs with a dopey smile, as you stumble over to him.

you giggle, letting him catch you as you pull him into the couch. “hi stevie..” you coo.

“where’ve you been?” he mumbles, shifting so he’s at your side, your leg draped over him.

“mmm- i’s’with eddie..” you slur, as steve pushes your hair behind your ear. “ohhh..” he trails off, letting his eyes drift down to your lips. you giggle and lean in, pressing your cheek against his as you wrap your arms around him and robin calls your name.

“y/n- woah- look! look look look!” she yells, dragging vickie over to show you that she has arrived.

you wave with a smile, trying to be polite, despite feeling steve’s open mouth on your throat, lips twisted into a smile as he hugs you tightly against him. you feel him laugh against your neck as eddie stumbles over to offer a drink to the new arrival, and you instinctually grab his arm.

“s-steve-“ you breathe. “what, baby?” he smiles. you look down at him and meet his glazed eyes and blown out pupils. “yeah?” he hums.

the tequila catches up to you as you mumble “I wanna kiss you..” an inch away from his open mouth. he groans, his eyebrows furrowing. “aw- you can’t just say that baby..” he shakes his head, but doesn’t stop inching even closer.

“mmm.. but I wanna-“ “I know I know.. me too- but I can’t- we can’t-“ he cuts himself off.

you pout, pushing your bottom lip out, and feel him harden under your leg. “alright- up…” he shakes his head, patting your hip. your jaw drops open as he starts to move towards the opposite side of the couch.

“wha- steve!” you whine, not caring how desperate you might look.

“we’re not- not doin this- we’re drunk-“ he tries to rationalize out loud. you huff but back off a little, knowing he’s right.

“what if we kissed when we were sober?” you suggest. he looks at you for a minute. “that’s not- you would still wanto?” he slurs. you nod instantly. “wanna do a lot with you..” you smile, pushing your lips into his neck, not quite kissing him.

his breathing picks up and you feel him groan softly. “y’gotta st-fuck..” he whimpers, pushing himself further into your touch. “just one..” you plead.

he sighs, pulling you on top of him. you giggle and throw your arms around his neck. “hi..” you breathe, resting your forehead against his. “hey..” he smiles. “we shouldn’t do this..” you admit, coming to your senses for just a second before sinking into him again. the corner of his mouth turns up a little. “yeah no- def- definitely shouldn’t..” he trails off, as your lips ghost over his.

“makes me wanna do it m-“ he cuts you off with his lips against yours and you moan softly before kissing him back.

he grabs at your back and you tangle your hands in his hair, making him quickly pull back. “mm.. y-cant..” he winces, making you giggle as you pull him in for another kiss and feel him get harder against your inner thigh.

“fuck..” you whimper softly, making him groan into the kiss.

“woah! what do we have here!!” eddie yells, snapping you out of it as he sits down right on the arm of the couch. steves head falls back and he shuts his eyes tight as he lets his hands fall to your waist.

he's a sight for sore eyes. his lips swollen and red and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath that you stole.

eddie’s eyebrows are raised and his mouth hangs open as he looks between the two of you.

“wow harrington, never thought you’d actually grow the balls.” he teases. you open your mouth to make an out of pocket, alcohol-induced comment about how his ball’s definitely grew, but steve quickly slaps a hand over your mouth, as if reading your mind.

he gives you a look and you giggle, sinking into his chest. he lets his arm wrap around you and the two of you look up at eddie, who was even more shocked than before.

“aw.. well I’m happy for you two lovebirds.. make sure I’m invited to the wedding..” he winks before hopping up and leaving you alone.

you glance down at steve, who is still catching the last of his breaths.

“y’in there?” you ask softly. he nods, looking up at you. “mhm just- thinking..” he mumbles. you gasp. “steve harrington? thinking??” you tease. he glares at you and starts to throw you off of him. “no no no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” you giggle, clinging onto him as he brings you back into his lap. he’s smiling now and you sit up a little to get a good look at him.

“what’re you thinking about?” you ask genuinely.

“you.” he answers immediately.

“what about me?” you push a little more. “nothin in particular.. just always thinking about you..” he admits easily. your heart jumps but you try not to show it. “oh yeah?” you smile. he nods before subtly trying to pull you closer.

“aww does stevie wan’another kiss?” you coo. he rolls his eyes but still pulls your neck down to him in a bruising kiss. you smile against his lips and try to get even closer to him.

“steve I want- mmm..” you cut yourself off, knowing you were probably going too far. he pulls away to hear you out. “whatdya want baby?” he asks softly. you groan softly at the nickname.

“want you..” you look down at your lap, scared to meet his eyes.

“y/n..” he groans, his voice getting lower. you quickly meet his eyes to find them dark, his pupils taking them up. “m’sorry..” you apologize. “mm mm baby- don’t apologize.. want you too, s’just- we’re way too drunk to make decisions like that..” he explains. you know he’s right but you still tease him a little.

“what’re you talkin about? m’not drunk..” you giggle, sinking your face into his neck and placing a kiss there. he smiles, making his jaw tense up. “yeah me neither..” he chuckles, as you finally roll off of him. his hand follows you and comes to a rest on your thigh when you settle next to him.

“m gonna go get some water.. y’want some?” you ask, starting to stand up.

“sure.. y’tryin to sober up for me?” he smirks as you start to walk away.

you shake your head and smile at him. “just trying to put some distance between us!” you call before turning and heading for the kitchen.....

#steveharrington #steve harrington x reader #bestfriend!steve x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot #steve harington x you #steve harrington x y/n

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

can u guess which gif will be at the end of this. can you guess. i'll bet at least a few of you can guess XD

Charlie: "New plan- group bonding through shared, SAFE, suffering!"

Alastor: “Oh joy~”

Husk: "Not this fucking shit again."

Angel Dust: "Well hey as long as it's consensual sufferin'~"

Niffty: (lifts arms at vaggie) "YEEET ME!!!"

Vaggie: "Ughh... no."

Niffty: "Aww."

Vaggie: "I'm never living that one down am I?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, you don't need to live anything down EVER-"

Alastor: "Cough cough! Lied to her girlfriend for three years, cough cough!"

Angel Dust: "Dude you're not supposed t' SAY cough."

Husk: “That’s the part you’re fucking annoyed at?”

Charlie: "-and the POINT is, your whole idea about going through hell to trust the people who go through it with you? Not entirely on the wrong track!"

Vaggie: "Yaaay."

Husk: "You fucked up but for the right un-shitty reasons."

Vaggie: "Great. Thanks."

Charlie: "SO! We're all gonna share the worst work day of our lives with each other!"

Niffty: "Share?" (excited) "By INFLICTING them on each other!?"

Charlie: "Talking, Niffty. We're going to, talk about them."

Niffty: "Aww...."

Husk: "Is there a time limit."

Angel Dust: "Is there a rating limit?"

Alastor: (thoughtful) "Does it still count as a terrible work day if I was able to murder them at the end of it?"

Charlie: "Uhhhh-"

Vaggie: "How 'bout we stick to how it made us feel, rather than all the... X rated... gory details?"

Niffty: (sighs) (slumps over) "This is my worst most terrible work day ever.."

Charlie: "And how do you FEEL about it?"

Niffty: "Sad..."

Vaggie: "I'll let you use my spear for roach hunting after this."

Niffty: (bouncing up) "OH THE EMOTIONS! WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT FROM ME I DON'T CARE, I HAVE THEM!!!"

Husk: "What the fuck."

Angel Dust: "Yeesh."

Charlie: "Okay that's, that's enough sharing from you. Good, um, good job!"

Niffty: "Spear spear spear-"

Charlie: "Well MY worst work day was definitely the one where we were besieged by an army of murderous angels heaven-bent on the full scale slaughter of most of my family! And they actually did kill one! Yeah- that." (laughs) "That fucking sucked and I hated it!"

Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty: (GASP)

Charlie: "What? What??"

Angel Dust: "You said the "H" word, toots.."

Vaggie: "She said a lot more than that while writing an angry text to heaven afterwards."

Charlie: "Hey! You checked the text for me- you know I was polite!"

Vaggie: "Charlie, it was the most aggressively polite 'fuck off' anyone's ever written in the history of all creation. I’m so proud of you for it."

Charlie: "Heh."

Alastor: “Cough get a room please cough.”

Angel Dust: “’m TELLING YOU that’s NOT how it’s supposed ‘t WORK you're not supposed t' SAY IT-”

Charlie: "Ah-hem. Um. Husk? Worst work day-?"

Husk: "Still living it."

Hotel Crew: "....."

Husk: "...but you stupid fuckers are keeping me company through it, so, fucking thanks I guess."

Charlie: (tearful) "Oh Husk. That's so..."

Angel Dust: "Love you too, Mr. Whiskers~"

Husk: "Shut the fuck up."

Vaggie: "Hey."

Husk: "Him, not her. The day your “her” shuts the fuck up is the day we all know we're fucked."

Charlie: "Gosh I hope not." (wipes eyes) "Angel Dust? You wanna...?"

Angel Dust: "My worst shitty day was also my BEST day."

Charlie: (bracing herself) "O...kay...?"

Angel Dust: "A friend came to work an' almost killed the boss for me. Can ya believe that? An' the only reason she didn't open him up a few new 'fun' an' 'interestin' holes of his own was 'cause I had to stop her."

Vaggie: "HELL YEAH!"

Charlie: "You mean-"

Angel Dust: "Yeah. Thanks, apple cheeks. I spent good crack money commissionin' fanart of you wrecking his shit."

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "You have GOT to let me see that."

Charlie: "VAGGIE!"

Vaggie: "Oh come on, it's better than him buying crack, right?"

Angel Dust: "It def looks waaay better on my wall."

Charlie: "I- that's not-"

Niffty: "Is there BLOOD?"

Charlie: "Oh please don't let there be any-"

Angel Dust: "SO much blood, baby."

Charlie: "Noooo...!"

Vaggie: "Now I really need to see it."

Charlie: "H-WHA?"

Husk: "I really need a fucking drink."

Charlie: "I'm- you know what? I'm pretending I didn't hear any of that. La la la! I have complete deniability!"

Alastor: "That's the spirit! You hardly knew him, certainly never fantasized about decorating him with his own entrails! Just keep reminding yourself of that while hiding the body~!"

Charlie: "NO! Just.... well maybe for him..."

Vaggie: "You're so pretty."

Charlie: (pouting) "We need to commission a piece of you standing over Lute with your spear at her throat. It's not FAIR otherwise."

Vaggie: "Anything for you, babe."

Alastor: "How saccharine. Young love hand in hand, spattered in blood."

Charlie: "A-anyway. Alastor. Your turn."

Alastor: "Hmm. Well, there was the time someone reorganized the reels, somehow without mentioning it to me before air time. And without asking me before hand. But..."

Husk: "Here it comes."

Alastor: "Reorganized their organs for them later that night, likewise unasked, was QUITE fun."

Charlie: "I THOUGHT WE SAID WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!"

Alastor: "My feelings?"

Niffty: "PURE UNDILUTED JOY"

Alastor: "Mm no, they didn't scream enough for that..."

Charlie: "AAAAAH!" (covers ears)

Alastor: "Shall we say perhaps, accomplished?"

Vaggie: "Over one murder? Wow. You're sure easy to please."

Alastor: "I've always believed in quality not quantity when it comes to my passion projects. Swift, thoughtless killings are so passé."

Angel Dust: "Y'know, meeting you has really ruined the whole dashing dapper man w' a tinted glass monocle for me. It's that creepy grin. You're a total boner kill."

Alastor: "Oh I do try."

Vaggie: "What about the day you died? Didn't you get fucking shot like a deer, venison a la Alastor?"

Alastor: "Fan of my history, hmm?"

Vaggie: "The TV future about it is pretty funny, not gonna lie."

Alastor: "Ah ha ha! TV DID YOU SAY."

Vaggie: "Vox airs it. Every day."

Alastor: "AND YOU WATCHED IT. HMM?"

Vaggie: "Every. Day."

Angel Dust: "I bring the popcorn and pills."

Husk: "I mix the fucking drinks."

Niffty: "I wish it had more BLOOD!"

Alastor: "ET TU, NIFFTY?"

Charlie: "Okay okay, that's WAY more than enough from you, reel back in the shadow monsters please-"

Alastor: "AHAHAHAH...!" (fades into shadows)

Angel Dust: "Creep. He's prob'ly vaping off to go curse the TV again."

Husk: "For mother fuck. I've got that cooking show coming on tonight. Will smacking the aerial with the angel spear get it working again?"

Vaggie: "Probably...?"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (desperate) (hopeful) "You have a normal worst day at work to finish this exercise off with, right!?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh, well sweetie...."

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #incorrect quotes #made the gif first and was like wait #oh no #it's MORE hotel bonding time....!

[redheadspark]

Hawwu could i suggest 11.character not being able to even fathom or come close to understanding how someone can dislike such a beautiful ray of sunshine and oh yeah ok…. they’re def in love with Druig

A/N - Hawuu! I think this is perfect for our mind controller! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend :)

Sunshine

Summary - Druig wasn't always a ball of sunshine, but another Eternal was.

Warnings - Just some fluffiness with a bowl of sunshine ;)

Druig had a reputation among the humans as being the "Aloof God"

It wasn't that he was always brooding, he just had a lot of things on his mind. He had to, being the Mind Controller of the Eternals he was always looking for solutions aiding the humans and keeping them safe. He was no fighter with his fists by any means, but he was a fighter of the mind. Yet the humans would only see him scowl every once in awhile, deep in thought when he would help with new rows of crops or re-roofing some of the homes in the village. Whispers came and went of his Aloofness, someone not to trifle with or cross, yet Druig never cared.

When Druig was more of a rolling fog, another Eternal was more of a ray of sunshine

You were an Eternal who could literally harness of the energy of the sun, solar energy within a snap of your fingers. You used it to bring light in the dark, as a weapon against Deviants, and to bring life into crops and soil for the humans and their farming. The humans saw you as a literal beacon, your smile matching your solar energy that resting in your palms within a millisecond. The bright yellow armor you wore matched the brightness of your soul, it was infectious in all you spoke you. Even Ikaris would crack a smile when you were around and joking with Gilgamesh or Thena.

So for anyone else to see Druig smile when you were close by, they would think of it as a miracle.

It was rare though, sometimes only the Eternals would see it for themselves since you and Druig would be separate throughout the day with your chores. But when you two were together, it was almost like seeing a cosmic event unfolding in front of the others.

First it was Sersi who saw it, you and Druig sitting together out on some green grass by the Domo as the sun the setting. She was walking by with Ikaris, you both laughing about something Druig said. Sersi saw you throw your head back and Druig's smile ever etched on his face as he was watching you laugh.

Then it was Gilgamesh and Thena, witnessing you two snickering with one another as Druig was teasing Phastos with one of his newer inventions. Druig meant well, but it was making you giggle and Pahstos huff from the antics. Then could have sworn she saw a glimmer in your eyes as Druig rolled his own eyes.

Kingo saw you two walking together in the market one early morning, you wishing to get the best fruit for Gilgamesh and for yourself and Druig tagging along. As Kingo was getting his own trinkets, he saw Druig politely talking to one of the vendors and gathering some fruit to give to you, a blush was there on yoru cheeks as Kingo smirked.

Sprite and Phastos saw you two read together in Phastos's Lab, a small safe haven away from the ruckus of the others that were out and about. You both were tucked against the wall on the seat, yoru feet locked together in the middle as you paused to look up at Druig. He thumbed to another page, eyes drilled to the passage and not wishing to tear your eyes away. Sprite saw it first, your eyes looking at Druig with the smaller smile that meant more.

Lastly, Ajak saw it herself clear as day. You both were talking to the humans, Druig mostly was. He was speaking to one of the Elders about a potential construction problem with one of their temples. Druig was listening intensely, taking in all the Elder had to say as you stood behind him and watched on.

Ajak saw it, the look of adoration on your face as Druig was consoling the humans. She never said it, but she knew what it was:

Love.

Love seemed so simple to have, The Eternals saw it everyday amongst the humans and their families. Kind gestures, words of affirmation, acts of service, it was all there for the humans to use amongst one another. Love was also complex and deep, when one soul was bound to be woven with another, one being do all they could to bring another being joy.

Ajak loved love, and to see it blossom between two of her own was a blessing.

Of course Sersi and Ikaris were in love, though they were more coy about, but you and Druig seemed to have love as well. You saw the goodness in Druig, the goodness and the need to help the humans that outweighed and outshined the others. When the others would scoff or look over Druig and his antics, you stood by him and brought him stability and kindness.

Druig saw the same in you, how you would light the room with your eyes and the stories you would tell. The lingering hugs he would give you, the closeness of shoulders when you at together through a meal or a meeting, and the ever longing look he would give when your back was to him.

It the obvious to others, but oblivious to you both.

"Ajak, when will they ever realize it?" Kingo had to ask once when he stood with Ajak, the pair of them watching you and Druig walking together along the beach and in deep conversation. Ajak could only smile.

"In due time, Kingo. All in due time,"

The End.

Valentines Prompt Session

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @basicrese @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin @botanicalbarnes

#druig x female reader #druig x you #druig fluff #druig x reader #druig x oc #eternals fan writing #eternals fanfiction #druig eternals #marvels eternals #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

[inmyheaddd]

Hi love, could i request maybe a Jameson version of your childhood friends to lovers with Grayson. Maybe in Jamie’s version reader is like the daughter of Tobias’ tailor or something like that.

jameson hawthorne childhood friends to lovers head cannons

thankyou so much for the requestsss, this is a longgg one but def one of my favs i’ve written so far warnings: swearing, use of y/n, kissing, i think that’s it wc: 4.9k

being the daughter of one of tobias’ close friends, who was also his tailor, meant you were often at the hawthorne house.

when your dad needed someone to watch you when your parents would go out, tobias would always offer for you to come over to the House and play with his grandsons.

at 7, you didn’t have much in common with any of them, but talking to them was still the best part of your day.

one of them in particular made your day better, jameson.

the first time you met him, you were 7 and he was 8. you and your dad were standing outside the front door. a maid opened it, and jameson being the curious child he was, was standing not far behind.

“who are you?” he asks whilst holding a pen, an apple, and a usb stick in his hands. you later learned jameson holding random miscellaneous items was a common occurrence; he practically lived for games.

“i’m y/n” 

“hey buddy,” your dad jumps in, crouching to meet jamesons height. jameson already knew your dad and thought of him as a funny uncle he never had.  “this is my daughter, i’m gonna be dropping her off with you lot while i’m out running errands, that okay with you?”

“does she like playing games?” he asks

“she loves playing games, right honey?” 

“yeah…” you say, looking at your feet. jameson sees that and smiles to himself.

“good,” he says with a wide grin on his face “i love games,” he continues.

“great, you two will have so much fun.” your dad says as he pats his shoulder, “have fun, alright sweetie?” 

you and your dad say goodbye, and you’re now standing in the foyer with 8 year old jameson. “hi. what’s your name?” you ask, realizing he hasn’t told you his name yet.

“jameson. do you wanna see my favorite secret passage?”

“you have secret passages?!” you ask, dumbfounded because you thought that stuff only existed in movies.

“so many of them,” he says dragging the “so”. jameson had a slight lisp because he lost one of his top two teeth, and it made you laugh slightly whenever he spoke. 

jameson sensed your nervousness at the start and was by your side all day, doing all the talking and getting the awkwardness out of the way.

you swore he was like your white knight in that moment.

in 10 minutes, you were best friends—well, as close as you could get to a random boy you just met. but as kids, all you need is one thing in common in order to be besties for life.

he then introduced you to his brothers.

grayson was standoffish with you at first, but soon enough, he warmed up. 

nash was 5 years older than you, so he didn’t really see a reason why he would need to be friends with a 7-year-old, but he was still always polite and never failed to make you laugh.

you and xander got along great; he was like another younger sibling to you. 

jameson was just something else. even at 8 years old, he still managed to make little you blush. maybe it was because he was the first one you met; who knows? all you knew was that you absolutely loved talking to him, and you were devastated when your dad came and it was time for you to leave.

“if you want, i can carry your toys outside." he said to you, when you were struggling to pick up all your things and your newfound treasures you and jameson had found in the backyard.(random rocks and stones)

“no it’s okay. i’m a dependent woman,” you say, sticking your chin up high. 

jameson grins at you. “isn’t it independent woman?” 

“i don’t know... i just heard it on tv” you say with an honest shrug as you both laugh.

ever since that day, you were always over at each other's houses.

jameson brought you so much out of your comfort zone

one day you were talking about how you wanted to have a tea party, but you didn’t want jameson to think it was silly.

“what would you think of a tea party? hypo-hyporectically” you ask, unsure of how to say the word you heard some adults say.

“i don’t really think of tea parties,” he replies, as he’s taking apart a pen, seemingly looking for something. 

“but what if you did? like, if someone asked you to one?” you ask again, your voice pitching higher at the end of the question.

“do you want to have a tea party?” he chuckles while raising his eyebrows, looking away from the pen and up at you.

“yeah..? it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“who said i didn’t want to? i’d love to.”

“oh” you say, and a small smile starts to creep up on your face. “that’s good. we should have one”

“you’re right, let me go call my brothers!" he says halfway through running towards one of the many secret passages.

“wait, no!” you exclaim, and you start to chase after him. “they’re going to think it’s stupid!” 

he shouts as he continues to run . “no they won’t, they’ll love it.” 

“please please please please don’t ask them, jameson.” you’re practically begging him not to ask them. you were extremely comfortable around jameson, but for some reason, the idea of asking the others to join made you feel silly.

he finally stood and turns around, and he’s extremely out of breath. “fine, only if you beat me in a race.”

“what?! no way!”

“i’ll give you a head start,” he says in a singsong voice.

he stays true to his word and gives you a head start; but he still wins.

looking back, you’re so glad he asked them because they all ended up agreeing, and the whole night was filled with laughter and fun. 

it was definitely one of your core memories. grayson was crowned the moodiest tea party princess - there’s a legit certificate of it somewhere in the house signed by all 5 of you.

soon enough, you started to participate in the saturday game mornings, and there was always a friendly fire between you and jameson. 

you’d agree to work together, knowing fully well that you’d both end up double-crossing each other at the end.

jameson made a few nicknames for you: the most used one was sewing machine, but it later shortened to “machine”; he said it also worked because ‘your brain worked as fast as a machine’. jameson and his reasoning...

as tweens, you and jameson were a nightmare to adults.

you would always make up the craziest random competitions on the spot:

“who can skip backwards whilst also saying the alphabet backwards without messing up”

“who can close their eyes and win tic-tac-toe 3 times in a row first.” spoiler alert: none of you won that one.

“who can annoy grayson the most today” usually, jameson would win that one. 

as you grew older, your dad would ask you to drop off some of tobias’ suits at the house and then come back home.

yes, you would drop off the suits, but you’d spend another 5+ hours there hanging out with jameson.

your dad obviously knew this, but he was fine with it. he knew jameson was a good person, and he had a hunch that you felt something for him.

you and jameson went through all the phases together.

he will never admit it, but he did have a pop music phase for a while with you... 

tell anyone, and he’ll deny it like his life depended on it (katy perry, lana, and taylor swift carried him through 2014).

you also had a very short-lived grunge phase. he still has his ears pierced from when you pierced them at home for him.

you both only wore black for a week, but ultimately decided it wasn’t for you.

you also went through a gaming phase. jameson had a whole room built purely for games, which you barely used after that short lived era. it didn’t go to waste though; xander transformed it into his designated robot room.

you guys didn’t go to the same school at this time, so practically every day after school you’d meet up somewhere and talk, or one of you would go to the other's house and hang out there.

you’d usually go to the hawthorne house to talk about your day with jameson, while discovering new secret passages and puzzles in the house.

the thing is, you weren’t like this with anyone else. but when you were with jameson, you never had to pretend or try, being yourself with him was as easy as breathing. you never had to worry about being judged. you always thought this was just because you knew him for so long. 

at 14, you had your first real crush (or so you thought). 

the guy sat next to you in english, and every time you would need ‘to discuss your answers with the person next to you’ you’d talk to him, and you guys would always go off topic. 

talking to him sort of felt like talking to jameson. 

whenever you mentioned him to jameson, he would suddenly seem uninterested. you figured it was because the topic of crushes was more girl talk. you soon stopped talking about him.

you two ended up getting into a relationship with him at 15; it was 2 weeks (2 weeks too long) and extremely boring.

he clearly felt the same way, because he’d always be late to your hangouts or have some dummy excuse. one time he blew you off for the mall when you were already there. 

you decided to roam around anyway and do some shopping, and there he was, walking hand in hand with some other girl in your school. then he leaned in and kissed her.

you didn’t even know what to do. you froze. it's like your brain was on autopilot, and the only thing it knew how to do was call jameson.

“hey machine, what’s up?”

“hey, um, are you free right now?” you ask, biting your bottom lip and hoping for a good response. 

“i’m always free for you. is something wrong?” 

“no, nothing's wrong!” your voice begins to waver, and you pray he doesn't notice.

“i know you well enough to not believe that lie. where are you?” 

“it doesn’t matter, can i come over? i’m fine, just…” you pause, looking for the right excuse, but you come with nothing.

“just what, y/n?” he says softly.

“i can come over right?” you avoid his question by asking one of your own.

“of course you can,” he says, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

“okay, bye”

“wait wh-“

you shut your phone off and take a deep breath, closing your eyes and pinching your nose bridge. “what am i even doing?” you think to yourself

as you arrive to his house, you notice that some of his friends are just leaving. you start to feel guilty on top of what you’re already feeling as you realize he must’ve gotten them to leave for you to come. it’s like, at any second, you’re going to break and pour out all your emotions.

when he opens the door for you, he immediately does a once-over on your outfit and realizes you were meant to meet up with that guy from your english class. he knows this because whenever you hang out with him, you dress like the type of people he likes. not what you like. 

“you wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asks, looking down at you with soft eyes.

you shake your head, looking at your feet, and when you make eye contact with him, the strong facade you put on in front of everyone else cracks, and your eyes start to water. 

he pulls you in for a hug and you try your hardest not to cry.

”you don’t have to be strong around me.” the second he said those words it’s like a dam broke out in your eyes.

a few minutes later, no one could even try to stop your ranting. “he’s always- he’s always blowing me off, and whenever he does show up- he’s always so, so, so late” you say in between hiccups and sniffles. you knew future-you would be mortified from the ugly crying on his shoulder, but in the moment, you just needed to be with jameson. 

you continue to express your feelings, and when you mention the fact that he was hanging out with another girl today, and kissed her, he pulls back from the hug and places his hands on your shoulders.

“i’m sorry, what?” he says with his eyes narrowed. 

“he had you, and he was with someone else? you have to be joking.” 

when you don’t respond, he turns his head away from you and mutters under his breath, “im gonna kill this guy” 

he turns to face you again.

“what’s his name again? full name” 

“jameson.” you warn seriously as you tilt your head.

“his name is jameson too? what a coincidence! we can have a lovely chat about what it’s like to be called jameson.” he remarks sarcastically, with a tight-lipped smile on his face. 

you half-roll your eyes and say, "his name isn’t jameson. ive told you his name before” 

“i don’t store unnecessary, wasteful information in my brain. it messes with my aura,” he jokes to make you feel better as he moves his hand and gestures around his face, then places it back on his shoulder. “now though, his name is very useful to me. his name?” 

you tell him his name, and you can practically see jameson store it away in his brain.

"let's get you inside, yeah?"  

the rest of the night, jameson was being extra unpredictable and funny to make you forget about recent events, and he was literally doing anything you asked.

he always complains and groans when you want to watch old timey movies, but that day he had no problem with watching little women & pride and prejudice.

he was still himself though.

“i don’t understand how you like this movie; it’s so... boring.”

“this movie would be so much better with action cars and sound effects.” that one earned a half-chuckle out of you.

“it’s like you don’t even have to guess or predict anything; it just happens?”

midway through his complaining, he looks over at you and sees you're fighting to stay awake.

“oh, that’s why you weren't responding” he murmurs 

he told himself off in his brain to stop talking so you could sleep, and at the end of the movie he carried you to one of the many guest rooms and put you in bed.

in the middle of the night you woke up, in an unfamiliar room. you remembered that you were last watching a movie with jameson, ‘did he bring me here?‘ you thought as you got up out of bed and stretched. 

jameson heard a knock on his bedroom door and opened it, he was shocked to see you awake. 

“what are you doing here?” he says, his voice low like he hasn’t used it in a while. 

“um, i woke up, and i couldn’t go back to sleep,” you say as you scratch the back of your neck 

“you wanna sleep here?” he asks with his classic jameson smile, even when he’s half asleep.

“if it’s alright with you” you say, starting to smile back at him.

“all yours,” he says as he opens the door fully to let you in first, then closes the door behind you and follows you.

you asked him what time it was, and he answered. but his mind wasn’t focused on the time. it was like every single moment you two had spent together was crashing out of his mind, and all he could think of was you. he laid on his back, staring up at the wall with you next to him, laying on your side, already sleeping. 

he knew he loved you. he had known that for a while. he knew you weren’t only a childhood friend, you weren’t only some girl whose dad was friends with his grandfather, you weren’t just a girl who he’d laugh with sometimes. you were it. you were everything to him. you’d seen him through everything he’s been through, and you still always stayed. you were kind and forgiving in times when no one, not even him, deserved it. you were everything and more. 

but in his mind, he wasn’t.

“compared to your brothers, your mind is ordinary." the old man’s voice rang through his head. 

he looked over at you and realized that he didn’t deserve you. not one bit. he couldn’t bear to see you hurt again, and it would tear him apart if he was the reason for it - because he wasnt good enough. being just friends with you was safer, but it was also tearing him apart every passing day. 

he needed to be better, for you.

over the next few weeks, jameson started to distance himself.

you were so confused. “did i do something?” “was the crying too much?” “i messed everything up” were thoughts that clouded your brain for months.

jameson on the other hand, was thinking this was all for the better. 

“i’ll get better at this, i'll be perfect for her, and then ill come back”

he just kept striving to do one more thing, but it was never enough for him. he felt like he’d always be one step away from perfect. 

but he had to be perfect, so he kept trying.

you and jameson turned into strangers who happened to know everything about each other. you’d still text each other sometimes, pretending like nothing happened and wishing the other a happy birthday.

your birthdays didn’t feel the same without him.

your favorite birthday was when he gifted you a riddle box you had to solve when you were 14. once you solved it, there was a letter inside titled “to my best friend." some spelling mistakes here and there, but you still treasured it like it was worth all the money in the world. 

it was the summer before you started 11th grade, and you were going to be attending heights country day that year.

you went downstairs to get a cup of water, and as you were standing looking at the fridge, you noticed an old drawing you made at eight of you and your family hung up on the fridge. on it, there was little jameson next to you and labeled it “my best friend”.

 your mood was instantly dampened, and you started reminiscing about times long gone.

 you went to reread the letter in the riddle box that he once gave you. you knew that moving schools would mean you’d have to face jameson much more frequently. 

you wanted to remember what you once had. “maybe if i don’t mess up this time, i could have that again.” it was putting salt on an open wound.

you sat down on your desk, placed your water next to you, and opened that riddle box once again. the familiarity of the whole process from how many times you’ve opened it made it no longer a riddle. it was practically muscle memory now. you took out the letter, and reached to turn on your lamp, accidentally knocking the cup of water in the process.

you immediately got up from your chair as the water spilled all over your desk and picked up the letter.

“shit shit shit shit,” you repeated as you tried to salvage it. 

“no no no, this can’t be happening,” you murmured as your voice started to shake.

you brang it up in front of your face and noticed the back, and you started to see writing appear that you'd never seen before.

“am i tripping?” you questioned, and turned it around back and forth, then you started to chuckle. “there’s no way.” 

you then realized he used one of many hawthorne classics - invisible ink.

you sat down back at your desk and took a picture of the letter, just in case it disintegrated later on.

you started to read through the new writing that you had just discovered. 

“hey machine, i know you’ll never read this, but i’m writing it anyway. that’s something i do a lot—things that are useless just for that rush of excitement, for that risk. mother says im “hungry”. im starting to think she’s right.

in all seriousness though, i'm actually not hungry. i just did a scone eating competition with xander. not our brightest idea. i think i wont have to eat for the next 10 years of my life. 

okay, in actual all seriousness, i love you. i should’ve probably done some big lead up to that, but honestly, thats all i know. all i know is that i love you. you make me feel a feeling that’s unexc unexpli unexplainable—that’s love, isn’t it? whenever i’m with you, i never feel like i need more, like im "hungry."  you’re it for me. you’re everything and more. the old man once said to me, “there’s men like us only love once, fully, wholeheartedly. it’s all consuming and eternal." i think he knows—hell, he probably knew before i did—that i love you. how could i not? everything about you is so perfect. i knew you were going to be someone important in my life since the second i laid eyes on you. i just never knew how much.” your hand covered your mouth as you continued to read, as you got to the end, you swear your heart broke in two. “…what i'm trying to say is, i would carry your toys for you any day if it means i get to see you smile - if it means you’re happy. i would go through any phase in the world, as long as it's with you. i would discover every secret passage if it meant discovering it with you. i'd climb every mountain, i'd watch every rom-com, i'd read every book, i'd do anything, if it was you asking.

i love you, machine.

endlessly and eternally yours, 

jameson” 

by the end of the letter, you were in shambles.

he loved you? for all this time? and you never even knew? if he loved you, why’d he leave?

you knew the letter was old, and it was written before you two drifted apart, but something inside of you was itching to call him and tell him what you found—what you know now.

you called him, waited, and waited. you were just about to hang up and forget all about it when he picked up on the 5th ring.

“jameson, hi” 

“machine?” he sounded almost in shock. he cleared his throat and spoke again.

“y/n, hi. to what do i owe the pleasure of this call?” he seems to have regained his composure quickly.

a smile found your face. he still talks the same.

however, it quickly fades when you remember the premise of which you’re calling. 

“i know this is extremely random, but um. i was rereading a letter you once gave me, the one from that riddle box.” you pause and wait for his response. 

“yes?”

''and water spilled on it." you continue

“oh.” you hear him shuffle for a second, and he continues, “i’m sure you enjoyed 15-year-old me’s spelling mistakes."

“there weren’t that many, actually,” you say with a small chuckle. 

jameson hated talking to you like this, like you weren’t practically the same person split into two. but he knew it was his fault.

“yeah, i'm pretty sure i used a grammar checker. or i asked grayson. same thing” 

you laugh. and your laugh has him regretting every single decision he made that didn’t involve you. he was such an idiot for leaving in the first place. he needed to make things right.

“that’s grayson for you,” you reply, and he’s brought back to reality. 

he lets out laugh, and then says, “you know, i heard from a little birdie that you’re moving to heights country day this year.” 

“yeah, i am actually,” you reply with a small smile. 

jameson hears your smile in your voice. the things he would do to be able to see that smile.

the rest of the conversation goes smoothly, and it ends with jameson asking you to come over for a rundown of what to do in school. what he was really asking, was for you to come over so you could talk about the letter. 

you arrived at the hawthorne house exactly on time.

 jameson opened the door and smiled at you. in that moment, you swear you actually felt your heart skip a beat.

a few hours later, when you’ve gotten back into the rhythm of talking with jameson and laughing with him, he actually started to help you with school. he gave you some of his books from last year for you to catch up on. 

he was on a ladder, reaching for one of the books in one of many libraries, and you were behind him basically ogling at his arm and back muscles that were peeking through his white shirt. he really had grown.

he suddenly says “my feelings didn’t change, you know.” 

“what?” 

“the letter.” he says when he turns around with the book in his hand. he pauses for a second, searches your face, and continues. 

“i feel every single thing for you now than i did then, probably even more if it’s even possible. i could never forget about you. every corner of this house has memories of me and you. so does every corner of my mind. i love you.”

he puts the book down, takes a step forward, and you look up at him.

“jameson i..” you trail off, trying to find the right words. i’ve loved you since i could remember. every good memory i have has you right next to it. since the second i went through that first passage with you, i had a feeling that i never felt before, and it kept growing with every step i took. every step we took, together. i love you." and after a second, you continue. "but why’d you leave?” you say that with your eyebrows slightly furrowed and a light shake of your head.

when you say those last words, a flash of hurt passes through his eyes.

“i’m sorry. i wish i could give you some great reason why i did, but i cant." he takes a deep breath in "i wanted to be better for you. i didn’t want to be ordinary with you.” that was the first time he ever confided in someone about that feeling. ordinary.

“jameson. you’re everything to me.” 

“i wasn’t enough.”

“you’re more than enough” you tell him truthfully, and you reach your hand up to his face.

he does the same, and somehow he steps forward to be even closer to you than he already is.

"i love you, jameson, more than anything in this world. i'll spend every day of my life proving it to you if that's what it takes for you to see that you're not ordinary, you could never be. you're everything."

he looks down at you for a few seconds, and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. 

he murmurs in a low voice, “if i kiss you, i don’t think ill ever be able to stop.” 

“who says i want you to stop?” your voice comes out barely audible. 

and with that, he kisses you. 

it was a slow, passionate kiss. one that said all the words you two weren’t able to. it wasn’t rushed; it was love.

your arms moved to wrap around the back of his neck, and his moved to your waist, drawing you in somehow closer than you already were.

for the rest of the night everything was normal between you two, like no time had passed at all. except you were extremely giddy, and jameson had his flirt on 100x more. 

later on, you two are lying on the couch with your head on his chest. he was playing with your hair when he broke the comfortable silence.

“you know that one guy, from your english class?”

“ugh, don't remind me of him,” you groan.

jameson chuckles, and you feel the vibrations coming from his chest. 

“i’m sorry, i’m going to have to,” he says through a smile as he pats your arm, and he resumes.

"whatever," you grumble through a small smile. "continue?" you add on.

“after you left that day, i told grayson what happened—not everything, but enough. he was the only person at the time who knew i liked you. back to the point, we went to the mall, and lucky for us, that guy was still there. his little lady friend seemed to be somewhere else. but there he was.” 

“oh my god,” you mumble as you turn your head to face him, “what did you do?”

a smirk starts to appear on his face as he looks down at you. “what makes you think i did anything?” 

“well for one, that smirk on your face,” you say with a laugh, “and secondly, well, i know you.”

he looks up at the ceiling and smiles. 

“me and grayson had bruised knuckles for a week or two, but it was worth it.” he chuckles as looks down at you.

“oh my god,” you mutter for the second time that day as you turn your head to the side and look away from him. you look back at him with raised eyebrows and a finger pointed at his face, “you’re insane.” 

“you love it.” 

after a beat of silence you respond, looking into his eyes with your voice barely audible.

“yeah, i guess i do.”

this was so longg, honestly idek if these even classify as head cannons anymore. atp they’re whole stories. sometimes writing for jameson is hard for me because i have no idea how to think like him, so i apologize if this is out of character 😭

anywayy i hope you enjoyed, lmk if you did! 🤍

#jameson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #the inheritance games #tig

[trans-axolotl]

I'm a psych survivor & want to find community in general or join conversations on here but it seems like no one really cares what I have to say & a lot of the conversations on here about mad liberation etc. are so academic that I feel alienated & shut out by them, and afraid of being talked down to & made fun of, even though I was (barely) able to master's degree and thought I was fairly intelligent. it seems like the academics mainly want to talk amongst themselves. idk. it's like the more I try to connect the worse I feel. I guess you probably don't have an answer to this but I appreciate your blog & how accessible your writing is

💜💜💜anon i think you have SUCH an important point. for me, the most meaningful mad community that i've found has always been when I've been institutionalized and just talking with other mad people, where most of them don't have any experience with mad liberation politics or antipsychiatry or any of that vocabulary. But like--time and time again those are the people who just get it the most, and are some of the most insightful people I've met. And I know that if some of my psych survivor friends came on tumblr, I think they would be judged for not having the "right" language or not communicating clearly enough or whatever. Which makes me so fucking mad, especially considering how many of us are disabled in ways that impact our communication, processing, and language. and how to me, it feels like such an important value of mad liberation to celebrate different styles of communication and all the different ways we're going to show up and exist as mad people! I'm sorry that you haven't been able to find a lot of welcoming community on tumblr--I know how exhausting and isolating it feels to not be able to connect with the people that are Supposed to actually understand and support you.

and it's not that I hate academic stuff about madness--I'm currently at university studying disability studies and really appreciate disability scholars. I think it's super fucking important + there's a lot of really talented people doing cool work. But I think that especially in disability studies, there needs to be a LOT more of an effort put in to actually make research + writing accessible. If half our community can't access any of the writing about our community, that's fucked up, you know? I'm always getting into arguments at university lmao when I talk about how we should do more to translate academic work into plain language. especially since i think it's a form of injustice when we are kept away from resources and knowledge that would let us build a political understanding of our experiences. it just feels super important to me to think about accessibility and what that means in mad spaces and psych survivor spaces, and who feels welcome to participate in our spaces and who feels left out of them.

and i also don't really have answers or solutions for How to Make That Happen on Tumblr--if you or any followers have any suggestions i would def love to hear them. i know that a lot of people are going to come on tumblr to do a lot of different things and that some people see this mostly as an academic space for them, where some people just come on here to talk or create art or a million different things.

For me, I use tumblr as a space where I want to talk and connect with a lot of people about all kinds of topics and hear psych survivors opinions on a ton of stuff. a lot of my posts are pretty casual, but when i make longer educational and political posts i spend a lot of time thinking about the best ways to translate really academic concepts to a wider audience. when i sit down to write out a long post i try to incorporate as many accessibility features as possible like using bullet points, putting in summaries/ Tl;DR sections at ends of posts, adding in real life examples when I'm defining complicated technical concepts, adding content notes, and more. Before I post, I read through my posts and highlight every time I use a more academic or technical term. Then, I think through whether that vocab is necessary for people to understand the post, or if there's better language I could replace it with. A lot of times I do end up keeping in some technical terms in my posts because it is honestly the most direct way to explain some of the stuff I want to talk about, but it's been super valuable for me to go through and really think about it, even when some terms stay in my writing. that's just my process and what works for me and I really don't think that other people need to write the same way I do lmao, but if anyone ever wants to talk about writing in plain language & easy read PLEASE come into my inbox bc i love talking about this and want to chat about it with more people.

other things i'll say is that i've found that virtual/in person psych survivor/antipsych support groups are often times a lot more welcoming and accessible and are just like, people talking about things and hanging out together. I've heard really good things about Wildflower Alliance's support groups, and also recommend the Hearing Voices Network. Project LETS has been running an exceptional psychiatric survivor support group for almost a year that is more casual and is a really great community, I'm hoping that they're going to open up availability again in the spring so that might also be worth checking out in the next couple months. Campaign for Psych Abolition in the UK runs a mad art space that seems super fun. i wish there were a lot more existing groups cause it sucks how few things there are tbh.

anyway, know that you + anyone else are always welcome to chat in my inbox or on any of my posts and you will not face any judgement from me. i genuinely love talking to other psych survivors so much and want to hear what people have to say. the only people i get annoyed at on my posts are psych students and other mental health professionals who leave really bullshit stuff on there lmfao.

sending you all the solidarity, anon <3

#asks #psych survivor #surviving psych #psych abolition #mad liberation #accessibility #sorry for going on a tangent about plain language in the middle adsfjkhjkfsh i just like. am very passionate about plain language writing #and tumblr is one of the main places in my day to day life where i practice writing in plain language #i am not perfect at it but i really enjoy doing it and keep wanting to get better at it #also want to get better about writing in easy read. i'm not very good at that at all yet #ik that wasn't like directly related to your question tho so sorry!! i started getting excited about plain language #and then was like no okay i should just go post about plain language on a diff post that isn't ur ask askfdjhfjdkah #ANYWAY. sending all the love u way anon

[trashcanfills]

Shimada Genji Relationship Headcanons

Cus who dOESN’T want to have a green cyborg ninja as a friend/lover?? Note that this is referring to genji as he is post-overwatch recall.

I swear with him as he is, you cannot ever get a poor first impression with him (unless you are racist against omnics then well rip to you cus YOU MISSING OUT BRUH).

He looks so cool with his appearance when you first see him, with sleek metal armor and green highlights, and is incredibly friendly and polite when you greet him.

Zenyatta’s teachings have given Genji a reason to have a deep introspection with himself, and make sense of his identity. Thanks to this, he is able to accept himself as it is, process his emotions in a more healthy manner and be at peace with what he has done and what has been done to him. As a result, he is rather chill and easy-going.

He’s also very open-minded and accepting on what you guys want to do whenever you spend quality time together. Wanna ramble about some cool interest you got? He’s attentive listener. Not feeling up for talking but still want some company? Thats fine, he’s ok with meditating/reading/playing games on his own while you do your own thing in the same room. Wanna do a prank and dye mccree’s entire wardrobe bright pink? Oh hell yea, he’s already getting his hands on some pink dye online that’s going to come in few days time.

Yes, Genji is also game to do anything silly or outrageous for fun(so long as it isn’t too dangerous of course cus he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt). He may have mellowed down a lot since young but that doesn’t mean he has lost that mischievous streak within him. After all, once a lil shit, always a lil shit. :^)

Being a lil shit, while can be entertaining and harmless fun at times, might end up causing some issues. While Genji is a bit more calm compared to his younger self, he is still impulsive. He is a person more focused on feelings than logic after all. As such, there will be times where he spontaneously acts in a way that he regrets later. Thankfully he will be apologetic and do his best to make up for whoever he has hurt unintentionally.

For being in a ROMANTIC relationship with Genji, ho ho ho.

He has experience of being in several romantic relationships for sure, from previous trysts during his younger years. I like to think he has been with men and women, so he definitely knows how to treat his partners good regardless of gender. Definitely used that time of his to explore his sexuality.

So sweet and attentive?? Like bruh he has experience and will use that to make you feel loved as much as possible. Not shy in giving u compliments (and he def likes seeing u flustered he is cheeky that way). Small gifts from his travels that showcase his thoughtfulness. And the teachings from Zenyatta just upgraded him to incredibly respectful and polite person. Perfect boyfriend holy sheez what else can u ask for.

Complete and utter show-off. Like cmon you cannot tell he is completely humble looking at the cinematics. Disappearing into a flurry of smoke and leaves a sparrow’s feather for Hanzo at the end?? Comes in at the EXACT fucking time the new overwatch team needed help with that giant omnic? Boy is a dramatic lil shit, that’s for sure. So is his older bro. I’m convinced it’s in the Shimada genes.

Ok, he haaas been humbled a little thanks to Zenyatta, but that doesn’t mean he’s modest at all lol nope. He will do all those cool ninja moves in front of you and pREEN at the fucking attention u give him. Dont ignore him too much lol cus he will be persistent and escalate it.

Sliiiighty insecure about his looks after that fatal incident. It was something he used to take pride in and now it’s all scarred. He doesn’t blame Hanzo of course because he understands that the family was incredibly toxic to the both of them. But you know, his face is still mostly covered and he doesn’t show it often. If he removes the mask in front of you, thats when you know that he trusts you a lot. Cherish it.

Ok I think thats all jgftyjkn i might wanna add more lmao maybe later as an edit. Would yall wanna see and nsfw version soon actually like i have ideas but not sure.

#genji shimada x reader #overwatch x reader #ow x reader #genji x reader

[halcyon-writings]

Ravus x reader who where friends before the fall of tenebrae and got separated during the chaos, the y find eachother again in Altissia before its attacked

now ravus is def one of the og babygirls if you don't think so argue with the wall.

nav.

You think to yourself, well how did you get into this situation?

For all intents and purposes, you were a plain Altissian diplomat preparing for the arrival of the Prince of Lucis and his entourage. Now you were in a hotel across the city surrounded by soldiers of Niflheim, and sitting from you, is a pair of familiar siblings. You were aware of their presence too, as they had 'accompanied' the Oracle. (Everyone else knew that she was essentially a hostage.) But Secretary Claustra, your boss, had instructed you to go about as normal, something far more easily said than done.

You clear your throat, and a cup of now lukewarm tea in your hands is still full. You did not have it in yourself to take even a sip, much less snack on any of the delicious-looking tea cakes being offered to you.

"It truly has been some time, but I am delighted to see you doing well," is what Lunafreya breaks the silence with. Quite frankly you're just glad that she is here. At least you could still get the feeling that she was the same kindhearted girl you had met years prior. Ravus on the other hand? You could only hide your grimace so well. But you couldn't blame him for that.

"Same here, Lady Lunafreya, I have fond memories of our childhood, and while it is a bit late, you have my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials as well," Your smile is tight. Polite and practiced, but you could only hope she knows that truly, you were glad she was happy.

"Please call me Luna."

"Luna it is."

The short conversation continues without any problems. An attendant, who seems just as nervous as you were, is announced at the doorway. With so many gazes on her, she stutters that it was another fitting for the Oracle's wedding gown.

Lunafreya smiles gently, more for the young woman's sake than anything, as the poor thing shook like a leaf. Before quietly excusing herself, she takes your hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze. Ravus only nods in response to her goodbyes for the afternoon. You hear her footsteps, alongside the attendant and the guards assigned to her, retreating down the hall.

Which left you awkwardly sipping at the same cup of tea you had received when you sat down.

"I am... I am glad that you are doing well too," You almost miss it. Placing your teacup down onto the small saucer, you see now that it was Ravus being far more hesitant now that Lunafreya was gone.

A part of you thinks, that maybe he had not changed as much as you thought he did. As you grew up in Tenebrae, you had considered Ravus just as much of a friend as you did for Lunafreya, best friends even. But then, it all went terribly wrong, as all things in this world seemed wont to do, and now you had made it here.

"You don't need to be a stranger Ravus," Your tone is much lighter, "If I remember, you were the chatty one, even talking us out of trouble for a lot of your pranks."

Across from you, you might have thought he blushed. Poorly hidden behind your hand, you snort.

"I suppose not," He agrees. For a time, it was just you both reminiscing about your shared childhood. But like all good things, this meeting too comes to an end. You hesitate in saying goodbye because it sounds final. Like with Lunafreya, you take Ravus' hands into your own, much to Ravus' surprise when you even take hold of his metal one too.

Promises to meet again, such as when the wedding preparations and the summoning of the Leviathan were over, were made. You collect your things and make your way out.

Naively you hope that things can stay like this for a while. Yet when you stare outside into the waters surrounding Altissia, all you feel is unease.

#ffxv x reader #ffxv imagines #ravus nox fleuret x reader #final fantasy xv x reader #ravus x reader #final fantasy 15 x reader #ff15 x reader #mine

[mermaidsirennikita]

do you have any recs for historical romance marriage of (in)convenience/“oh no I took her virginity/people THINK I took her virginity so now I have to marry her and now I think I’m actually falling in love with her” storylines? I’m kind obsessed w those rn

Yes, def!

The Chief by Monica McCarty comes to mind immediately--Scottish medieval where he is literally caught balls deep in her, but like... He thought she was a wench sent to his bed, and she thought her dad was gonna walk in before she got like, penetrated, so he literally rolls onto the floor and is then like "FINE. I'LL MARRY HER." which is bad because for political reasons he really didn't want to. Obviously, he later becomes obsessed lol.

His at Night by Sherry Thomas has a hero VERY grudgingly marry the heroine because people walk in on them. They weren't having sex, but she intended to compromise his brother and force him into marrying her--the hero basically intercepting her scheme and is super resentful because he knows exactly what she was doing. Also, for spy purposes he's been pretending to be quite stupid, so she's not very psyched about marrying him either. It's actually a very funny book lol.

Her Prodigal Passion by Grace Callaway has the hero, this major rake, kind of stumble into the heroine's room without the intention of ravishing her, but naturally everyone thinks that's what was happening, so now they're married. (She's loved him from afar for a long time as he's her best friend's brother, but he's a messss.)

Magnate by Joanna Shupe has the self-made hero get caught making out with the blue-blooded heroine.... in public... by her brother.... and now he has to marry her. Her brother is PISSED lol.

Fiona and The Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway does not have the hero take her virginity, but he does give her an orgasm--and they come from close families and they're both hot and it makes sense so he's like sure whatever, but it turns out that both he and his new wife are doing tons of crazy vigilante shit on the low. It's very batcat lol.

Ravished by Amanda Quick begins with the hero and heroine getting stuck in a cave overnight, and he's like "I mean listen I'm gonna have to marry you anyway so we might as well fuck" and she's like "meh sure" and from there a lot of wild shit happens because as it turns out it's NOT THAT EASY.

When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden has an oBSESSED heroine and a very resistant hero. She's determined to have him (he's got trauma and is big Scottish even though she doesn't realize he's Scottish lol) so she sets up a scenario where it looks like he was compromising her, and then he's like "FINE THEN LET'S GET MARRIED" all angrily.

Devil's Bride by Stephanie Laurens has a variation wherein Devil and Honoria end up spending the night at a cottage (platonically, though she does snuggle against his bare chest) while his cousin who just got shot bleeds out on a table in front of them (classic Cynster) and the next morning everyone is like "you must marry"... and the twist is that Devil has decided while Honoria was sleeping that she's The One so he's like "ABSOLUTELY" and she's all "FUCK NO" because she wants to be an independent spinster governess!!!! A lot of the book is him trying to sell her on the marriage as his infatuation grows into genuine love.

Devil in Spring by Lisa Kleypas has baby St. Vincent get stuck in what looks like him railing Pandora, and he's of course obligated to propose. She's reluctant to accept.... BUT LOL....

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

[nulltune]

any rp wishlist ??

I HAVE A LOT!!!! omg... screams into my hands this is a heck of a question anon- TYSM!! ❤️❤️ i have a wishlist tag too actually- but i don't post much in it because tbh all interactions feed me so well...... i love hakuno dearly you see (live lynn reaction: 🥺🥹😩🫶💗) and she's always interacting with all kinds of interesting muses so tis a guaranteed fun time 🥳 and also like. hakuno as a character is defined as a nobody with nothing so you can expect pretty anything to be a new experience 2 her :,) OK BUT YEA BACK TO UR Q! WHEN IT COMES TO WISHLIST THO HRMGHH that's a tough one..... cuz i have sm!!! so off the top of my head:

this is rlly general but oooo i want hakuno to go to all sorts of places! she is already someone who is so curious, exploring the world to try to find a place in it. spoiler alert she doesn't but i digress! imagine your muse showing her a place they like... or a by-chance encounter where hakuno stumbles on their little secret spot.... hakuno would be pretty inquisitive because she can't imagine having such an attachment to any place, but i think it'd be real interesting to explore! and also- your muse and hakuno going on a trip somewhere... sightseeing and having fun together mayhaps,, the possibilities are endless so i can't really specify but i just think it's neat! 🥺

"i'd die for you" "i'll live for you" "let's live together" "let's die together" <- whatever those lines got going on!!! not all of them at once ofc (unless things happens and they all apply at some point 👁👁✨️) but just whatever genre this is..... life and death are interesting topics to explore with hakuno – she's someone who can understand what it's like to want to disappear, but at the same time she's someone who's afraid of death. and she wants to love so badly but has no reason to </3 so i wanna explore more of that in general !!! i wanna see her interact muses who share that same mindset... muses who think completely differently.... let them explore what their purpose is... their reason to live... and all that!

tragic love is such a Big Need for meee, i'm a sucker for them!!! and i really think it's so perfect for hakuno!!! i hope everyone knows by now that i love the theme of love for my hakuno 🫶 and like- imagine finally understanding and finding love when you thought you never could, only to lose it... unrequited love? a doomed love story? there are so many ways to go about it, and who the other person might be makes it so much more interesting too, and i just crave it!!

hakuno and a muse working together for something- a relationship founded on ??? like, they just happen to meet and their goals just somewhat aligned so they're sticking together for practical reasons or just circumstances!! will they get to know each other better and come out of it with a good experience? will they butt heads but decide to bear with it until their respective goals are accomplished? idk but something about it intrigues me! i'm really interested in having like a whole storyline happen tbh 🥺 it'd be fun to see how much the relationship changes at the end of things y'know!

i'm gonna need more antagonistic dynamics too tbh.... she is absolutely going to be as polite and nice as she is to any other person because c'mon... it's Hakuno. but! i feel like there's a biiig sense of distance that comes with having this sort of dynamic with her. as we have seen in canon for example, hakuno's really frikkin aware of their status as enemies with other character- she's always saying stuff like "even though we're enemies?" and not understanding why'd be nice to her when she's their enemy... stuff like that!! i mean, enemies to friends or enemies to lovers is def not out of the question ((ФωФ)✨️ ...) but it'd be so fun to see the development!! which i guess is the appeal of those dynamics in da first place !

i love character development ofc but i have always been thinking about- how about reverse character development ?! 😳 hakuno is a suuper interesting character to me because- well, it's like a white sheet of paper! it's blank! i feel like there are soo many directions her character could go and i think it'd be so fun to explore! characters who bring out the worst in each other maybe?? enable each others' bad habits?? and oh boy it'd hurt so much on hakuno's part because she wants to be better and is always wanting the best for others so like (: IT COULD BE FUN METHINKS..!

letter writing threads!! i feel like you can tell a lot about a muse by the kind of letter they write 👁👁✨️ having hakuno write down her thoughts and feelings into paper just sounds super interesting to okok- i'd imagine her letters sounding more like very formal reports tbh 💀 but i think it could be so fun and a really neat way to really get the Insight(TM) on da muse!

speaking of the letter writing tho- something related to arts and humanities! drawing? music? writing? sculpting? dance? anything and everything creative pls. hakuno's way of thinking is very logical so i think she struggles with understanding things that don't really have a solid factual answer, but that's also what makes it so interesting! art can really touch people's hearts too and that's the kind of thing hakuno needs desperately 🥹 even if she can't fully understand it right now ! your muse showing hakuno their creations maybe?? bonus points if their works say a lot about them as a person or means a lot of them!

i'm a sucker for childhood friends so i want that for hakuno too 🤧✨️ !! it doesn't have to be friends in specific tho- i just think there's something special about knowing someone when they were younger :thonk: kids tend to be more honest i guess? and i mean hakuno still is, but for better or worse, the hakuno we now know keeps the "bad" parts of herself hidden away while actively trying to be the person other people need – a younger hakuno wouldn't have that mindset yet methinks! BUT YEA BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING 😳😳 it's fun to see how that could affect the dynamic especially when they meet later on!

OH AND immortal & mortal is a staple! hakuno could work as both tho... it rlly depends on the verse because her mortality is Weird(TM) actually- but i still think both concepts would be very fun!! >:3c with her as a mortal, it'd be Neat for her to want to be remembered because that's asking for a lot when her entire life is probably like a mere blink in the eyes of an immortal </3 and with her as an immortal, i just like the idea of her finding happiness after possibly years and years of loneliness but also being aware that happiness is very much temporary </3

I FEEL LIKE THESE R MORE DYNAMICS AND THEMES THAN SPECIFIC SCENARIOS BC LIKE i wuv...... and i luv scenarios and situations too ofc but i can't rlly specify bc they're all so neat 2 me.!!! your muse and hakuno could literally just go to mcdonald's and i'd be havin a blast writing it GVSMCBSMDH

#q. #&&. wishlist #<- da tag....... which i'm scared to click on bc i cringe tew hard at myself /lh #but It's There 😱 ! #(ALSO YEAH IF U SEE SOME OVERLAP IT'S BC OF HOW I NEGLECT THAT TAG SM SHFKEHF) #BUT AAA AGAIN! THANK U SO MUCH FOR DA ASK NONNIE 🫶💓💗 #i'm always down to talk abt h.akuno ! >:3c #AND ALSO TO MUTUALS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE ..... hmu pwease 😳🙏 #ALSO- SORRY FOR DA DELAY IN ANSWERING THIS NONNIE 🥹 am snail...... #&&. out of #anonymous

[hiraya-rawr]

thinking abt the inazuma quests and i think traveller’s reluctance to help during the vision hunt decree is bc before they went to inazuma there was the “we will be reunited” quest where the abyss sibling told them not to find them until their journey’s over, even though the traveller was so willing to drop teyvat and leave with their abyss sibling that very second. i think that encounter rattled them so much that they became more laser focused in just getting to the end goal and not the journey itself (something yoimiya commented on when she said that the traveller looked tired lately)

also also!! i believe it was brought up that bc the vision hunt decree only affected a small percentage of the population, it was hard to drum up support from the average person about something that didnt affect them which is why the state of inazuma got so bad (at least thats my interpretation)

im also an Ayaka Defender bc i will die on the hill that she was NOT a manipulative person and there was only so much that she could do as a person of her position bc outright defying the shogun would have tanked the yashiro commission/kamisato clan’s reputation and put them in danger. also i think she def would have let the traveller go if they still declined to help even after seeing the effects of the vision hunt decree (but then at that point there would be no story also very callous on traveller’s part bc as previous anon mentioned, they also have friends who are vision holders)

agdjshdlhdjs im so sorry abt the long message!! i have a lot of feelings abt the inazuma archon quests and while i do admit there are flaws in the writing, i think a lot of ppl dont realize how complex of a situation being entrenched in politics and war can be. anyways ty for reading my brainrot and i hope u have a good day 💕

this is so well said!! especially ayaka's part. the traveller was one of the only people she could think of to help and she did what she can to get them to help, not that she manipulated them—

and i totally agree! inazuma made me feel things and i actually made a whole rant about it back then, i remember not posting it because it was breaching sensitive topics on politics and puppet democracy things 😅 i think hoyoverse did well to compress such a turbulent scenario into a short archon quest. this was a whole war with different sides we were suddenly in and just wow

anyway i wouldnt want to make this any longer but thank you for sending in your thoughts <33 you summarized what i hoped to say aaaah

#hira replies #inazuma #genshin #genshin impact #ayaka #kamisato ayaka

[vampireimiko]

Hello!! How are you!!

I hope you wouldn’t mind a request!! I’m not sure if the plots are all filled, but forgive me if they are, i hope you wouldn’t mind taking my request ^^ so!

Could I request Draculaura and Cleo DeNile with a Fem! Reader who has a Asahina Mafuyu Personality from Project Senkai: Colorful Stage??

So Mafuyu is admired for her intelligence, athleticism and humble sincerity she shows that keeps any praise for these talents out of her own mouth, She is known to be kind, generous, and considerate, her words always polite and her voice soft and warm. She is difficult, arguably impossible, to anger, for any hesitation she shows that might betray disagreement or displeasure is immediately covered with a gentle smile. She is someone whom others are not afraid to rely on, and someone whom others often put high hopes on, knowing that she has met expectations before and will continue to do so.

Sorry if that’s a lot! I understand if you don’t want to do this…

Thank you!!

𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, none at all !! all of my works (like this one) are fluff unless requested otherwise ^_^

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, THANK ARCHONS FOR THIS REQUEST, I have been wanting to write for so long but had no idea what, so this was PERFECT for me

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚

⬤ ok so !! when draculaura first saw you she thought you looked amazing !!

⬤ she def wanted to be friends immediately after meeting you, you were so smart, kind, and considerate!

⬤ so one day she approached you again and the rest was history

⬤ and my god you two were attached to the hip after that, going everywhere together, doing various activities the both of you enjoyed, or even just ranting about something random

⬤ sooner or later draculaura started to notice that her feelings for you weren't so platonic anymore, little did she know, you felt the same but wanted to be considerate since she'd just gotten out of a relationship

⬤ but surprise surprise you two ended up talking about relationships while laying in your bed playing with each others hair

⬤ you ended up making the first move by confessing to her on the field you two met on

⬤ she reciprocated your confession and sooner or later you guys are going on your first date!

⬤ you two are so cute omg !! you help her whenever she needs help on any tests / assignments and she's so grateful to have such a smart girlfriend like you

⬤ you both support one another in whatever after school or in school activities you both take part in

⬤ she's quick to tell you not to overwork yourself and slow down when trying to please people, it can be very draining and unhealthy.

⬤ whenever you two get in any kind of argument or disagree you are always the calmest one there, you tell her that you both need to walk away, calm down, and then talk about said problem after being cooled down

⬤ draculaura loves being your girlfriend cause she can tell you anything, varying from her first ever pet or the latest drama going on around the school

⬤ but that's honestly all i have in me right now😓 if you want more draculaura dating headcanons find them on mh masterlist

𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐍𝐢𝐥𝐞

⬤ when she first heard about the new girl around school she just thought you were another face in the crowd

⬤ somebody that had gotten attention for being the new girl and nothing more. she was sure the hype was gonna die down by the next week

⬤ but to her surprise, it didn't! this is when she felt like it was worth going to see if you lived up to what everybody said about you

⬤ and you did ! she was instantly impressed with you, not like she was going to let that show??

⬤ she tried to make you do various ridiculous tasks for her in an attempt to get you mad or even a outburst out of you. it never worked. you were so patient and nice to her despite how mean she was to you and everyone else

⬤ every single task she gave you no matter how impossible, you got it done and it made her so mad

⬤ 'How could somebody be so smart, pretty, kind, and capable?' she thought angrily as she watched you run up to her with another ridiculous thing she asked you to get for her

⬤ she starts venting to ghoulia about it who suggests she may have a crush on you. she denied it INSTANTLY.

⬤ she just wouldn't accept she had a crush on you. no way.

⬤ being realistic here, Cleo would NEVER admit that she has a crush on you even though deep down she knows she does

⬤ it WILL take her a long time to admit her feelings for you if she ever decides she wants too.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; you got the bad! ending with Cleo ☹️ but if you want more of Cleo you can request or read my other works of her ^_^

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍 #monster high x reader #monster high x black reader #monster high #draculaura x reader #draculaura x female reader #cleo de nile x reader #cleo de nile

[amrwantonblog]

Brainrot part 2 of hopefully 3 or 4(Someone save me)

I don’t have a creative way to start this one so I’m just gonna lay this thought out on the table and see where it goes.

There’s def merit to the concept of healthy rejection in media, esp cartoons, to teach kids that it’s a perfectly normal part of life. I don’t disagree with this take whatsoever. 

That said, I find it really unlikely for things to be  be heading in that direction for  Hunter and Willow.

A standard confession just doesn’t fit with the tone of events

The general concept behind the rejection idea is  is simple. Hunter will confess his love to Willow,she will politely turn him down and they’ll continue to be friends.

What I find extremely questionable would be the context that would have to take place around this. Ya can’t get rejected if ya don’t properly confess and well...

 I think a love confession is quite unlikely. Why?

This is the note we left Hunter on. Grieving the loss of his first friend by his abuser. While it’s been shown time and time again that he’s really fond of Willow,  his growing feelings  for her are not at the front of his mind right now. He still has to come to terms with his identity crisis,Flapjack’s demise and the inevitable talk with Willow and Gus about his nature as a grimmwalker. Likewise I think the show centering a lot of this angst around the Emerald trio is a pretty safe indicator that Willow and Gus just want to support him during this very somber time both Flapjack related as well as Caleb stuff.

I do believe Willow/Hunter will get an intimate talk(esp considering he more or less died in her lap for a bit) that should paint a clearer picture as to where their relationship is likely heading after all this mess is resolved. The most I feel to realistically expect in terms of displayed affection with them in this short term is probably handholding or Hunter initating a hug for once. Which I feel is fine for such a lategame pair that was  incorporated with the time crunch in mind. I think of it as a more blatant version of Gravity Falls Dipper/Pacfica pairing.

Granted, with all of that said, I am pretty sure Willow already has an inkling on Hunter’s feelings towards her but this post is long enough already and  so this will be covered seperately as it is a loooot shorter than this writeup

#toh #huntlow #willow park #hunter noceda #the owl house #this is the only major angst related part of my brainrot #wan rambles

[agentsnickers]

No pressure, but would listen to you talk about Buttons all day long, so I would like to politely request any headcanons you have, or whatever you want to talk about! I'm in love with the universe you created, and there is no other version of Buttons to me lol

Some Canon Era Buttons Thoughts, just for fun:

Canon-era Buttons is the oldest of roughly 3-4 children (when I write modern!Buttons he's almost always an only, I cannot justify this difference)

He tries to be interested in people, he really does. He fools around with other newsies, he makes an active effort to see what everybody else does in pretty girls, and ultimately just gives up and lives a very happy life on his own. It's as close as he gets to understanding that he doesn't actually want any of that.

He gets an apprenticeship with a tailor through sheer luck (and also talent and practice, but the opportunity was just lucky) when he's a bit older

He and Davey bond early in Davey's time as a newsie (exactly how varies depending on the story; the DYRM timeline def doesn't align with the OWW one lol), and stay friends through adulthood.

He also bonds with Les, initially because looking out for Les is the only thing he can do to help Davey chill a little but long-term because Buttons is one of the first people to actually take Les seriously as his own person, which means a LOT when you're ten years old

He's a stress knitter. He also taught Race how to knit, because Race really needed something to do with his hands (he was getting into things he shouldn't be)

He's buds with Finch & Jojo, too, and he likes Albert well enough but when Al and Race are together they give him a little too much anxiety to be fun. Again, they get into things.

#thank you for the excuse to talk about my boy <3 #dyrm au

[happy-ramm]

Hi!

First of all: Thank you very much, I really appreciate all of your input on the current rammstein situation and I’d totally say I agree!

The situation is fucked.

I just want to add some of my thoughts about all of this, if that’s ok:

Let’s start with: I hate it here.

I hate what this debate does to the bigger image of the band: they are in the process of becoming a tool to express hate towards women and the general idea of feminism. There are misogynists, fans of this red pill ideology ‘defending’ Till by simply calling the women who came forward with allegations slurs. And there are fanaccounts sharing these videos like “go watch it, big recommendation” … you’re like ten seconds in and the dude in the video calls a woman “bitch”/“hoe” because he has ‘evidence’ that she might be lying? Shut up, Sherlock and maybe let some professional investigator do their job?

Who do they think they’re helping with that? It’s ridiculous, really embarrassing and not helpful at all imho.

This antifa-incident now also gives a lot of rather right winged people (Nazis lol) the opportunity to slide in the comment section of posts about it and spread hate of the political left as a whole and force their ideas of “the lefts being the new facists” on everyone. This connection is also very nice for all those journalists out there who love discussing rammstein as nazis! And also veeeery nice for the current political situation in Germany! much wow. I’m so done. (Also quick advice to all the activists out there: if you feel like vandalism, maybe rather write ‘no stage for Nazis’ on some buildings that are owned by ‘Alternative für Deutschland’?)

(These right winged accounts also really often show their homophobia - which I find quite ironic given the fact that rammstein eg waved pride flags in poland and their guitarists kissing on stage like every concert now but ok)

Id def consider myself somewhere on the spectrum of the political left and I also think that one can (and should) read rammsteins appearance in their political songs in this context.

My point being: there are now a lot of people interested in rammstein who seem to actually have nothing in common with their world view? It just makes me really uncomfortable and I hope that once this is over they’ll loose their interest in the band again.

I’ve been to three rammstein concerts and one of Lindemanns shows - until now everything was ok and we met some nice people. (Even tho the Lindemann Show was a rather weird, unique experience in general but that’s sth different) .. all in all I’d say my (female passing) friends and I were having a good time and everything was ok.

But with all of this, with the chance that the amount of these kinds of really bad people being interested in rammstein and as a result maybe also attending the concerts is growing - I might be afraid of going to another one (if there will be another tour?) and no, not because of Till Lindemann.

Sorry for the late repsonse Anon! I was moving house!

In general, though, I share a lot of your concerns. Situations such as this one are tricky because what is ultimately the dealings between two people and their own feelings/experiences of the matter gets submitted to the greater public for their judgement. Politics, laws, personal morals and agendas all get dumped in one big pot to boil over and eventually fester. It is all very confusing...and then out pops something nasty. In this case, the misogynistic right wing.

Frankly, I am not surprised that the right-wing has found a little nest within the Rammstein fandom. I do not say that because I believe Rammstein harbours any sympathies with that ideology - I like you firmly believe them to be a left-leaning band - but simply because people's media literacy skills are in general....ah, how to say this politely?....ah yes, they are fuckin' shit.

Rammstein is a band that rewards those willing to look deeper; those who love satire and those who simply have a good sense of humour. Unfortunately, they also appeal to those who really like when things go BANG.

Now, I also like when things go bang, don't get me wrong - pure sensation can never be underrated in terms of art. However, its a matter of aesthetics versus text. A reasonable person would conclude that these can't be separated: their interaction, whether it be complimentary or contrasting, creates the meaning. In the case of Rammstein, however, there exists a neat line, formed due to the language barrier between the band and the general audience.

This barrier has benefitted Rammstein - I believe they would not have gotten so far if their content was in English, for instance, but it means there are too many who only see "the picture".

The hardness. The hypermasculinity. The violence. The sexual imagery. The stoicism. The evocation of fascism. And all without the crucial framing of the lyrics.

Even when the satire should be self-evident, many miss the cue. Take Links 234 as an example: a song which functions as a politically rally for the left, specifically against the right, and was constructed in response to a reactionary media who sought controversy and not understanding, has ended up as a right-wing marching song in many minds.

It is very frustrating

Even more frustrating is deciding how to deal with this....

Argue with every idiot you see on the internet? Now, that's a Sisyphean task.

Leave the fandom altogether? Well, that feels like a different kind of defeat.

Realistically speaking, there is no silver bullet. One decides what is best for themselves. Personally, I feel no fear participating in the fandom as a queer AFAB person. Reality is different from the online spaces and I have never felt uncomfortable at their concerts, and when online, the block button is a blessing. I have no idea how this recent controversy is going to change the demographic of the Rammstein fandom, but I know I ain't going to fuckin budge to leave space for some Nazi twat. All I can say is, I hope this situation is resolved quickly, and I hope all Nazis die in a fuckin' fire.

That is all.

#rammstein #anon ask

[florelia12]

ahhh same i'm obsessed with brandon and helia's friendship! it's So interesting!! like i think brandon, more often than not, is a lot more focused on sky and stella so while he is definitely friendly and outgoing, he also isn't exactly trying to make New Best Friends yknow? and helia also wasn't trying to do that with the specialists, it just kind of happened. i feel like they both recognized and respected that about each other! like they realized that the other person was just being friendly and not trying to be Buddies so they rarely if ever talked to each other on their own.

but even then, later on, you can see them making that kind of best friend banter and trusting each other on really important things (like brandon trusting helia in the comics and in s3!). their friendship is So understated and despite it only happening because they have mutual friends, they managed to trust each other and build a friendship that's just as strong as their friendships with the other specialists. honestly, i think brandon's much chiller approach to helia was something that helia really appreciated compared to timmy being Overly Friendly, riven hating him, and sky using him to fight riven. like... he definitely liked that brandon didn't care about him at all aljdhgljadg

(and on the topic of brandon not trusting helia if he never left, i definitely think brandon would know better and know that he's not like a spy or anything but instead wouldn't trust him in other ways. helia not wanting to be friends or get close to them would def set brandon's red flag alert off and i don't think he would trust him as much on missions or in their personal life. kind of how he didn't immediately like or trust riven and occasionally doubted him on missions!)

Oh I definitely agree that Brandon is a lot more focused on Stella and Sky! Like yeah he isnt trying ti be besties with everyone but I like that he also like goes out of the way to interact with the rest of the group like him talking to musa in the resort realm episode and he’s also quite sweet to Flora? Idk if that’s canon actually but i think it was that episode where Diaspro gets kidnapped like she seems really comfortable around him

Also yess i love their like banter and honestly just the Specialists dynamics are so cute! I love this comic panel tho like Helia teasing Stella!!

In the context of like in an AU where Helia never left i was kind of leaning more into Brandon really paying attention to gossip or rumours. Like he is the one who made the pacifist comment which i doubt Helia ever said out loud to him ya know. So i think he would like be wary of him based off what he’s heard about Helia. But, he thinks he’s not showing it but Helia’s too observant to know what Brandon actually thinks of him so they both have this very polite yet snarky undertone in their first few interactions? Which is kinda funny until you know they secretly do something to kind of prove to each other that hey im chill

But, of course they are besties i mean Helia left Red Fountain because he thought he almost killed Brandon among other reasons.

[murdermeadow]

(this is inspired by @terminatorbuns , they posted a great essay, I def recommend checking it out !)

so I find Shiver to be such a fascinating character, I really enjoy her. at first, I was very worried at the prospect of her being a Marie clone due to how she first acted and the way the fandom reacted to her. but there was this one moment during the rocket sequences in the story mode that completely shifted the way I view her and made me begin to love her. it was a moment of pure sillyness, just her being herself, using made-up words to get the message across. and I really understood that, for reasons I'll go over in this post.

so my point in this post is: I believe that Shiver is pretty decently autistic coded, but in different ways that Marina was (I adore her too). they portray things differently, act in specific ways that really gave me a hint that there was something more. and maybe this is all projection, but I think there's a reason I found such solace in them. let's begin !

Shivers Masking

so we know that Shiver seems to do well in the public eye, but I think that can be chalked up largely to the thought that they have simply learned the mannerisms of a social sphere very well. in reference to terminatorbuns' post, we see that they have a strong yearning to be on the TV, to be seen by the public eye. I feel like this yearning is fueled by a want to be seen as "normal", allistic in the public eye. they don't want to be seen as strange, like how I believe they must've felt often as an undiagnosed autistic child. when you grow up not knowing exactly what's wrong with you, you tend to lean into what people expect of you instead. this often means a very polite display. this explains their more "high and mighty" demeanor. but still, because of the lack of understanding of social dynamics and the likes, this learning and portrayal of someone more "normal" still appears off. they speak in a very dramatic and clearly off center way, similar to that of old literature or theatre. they learned what it meant to be higher class from those types of medias, and they replicated it in hopes of it working just as well for them. but unfortunately, this led to more of the same societal strangeness.

so he builds this persona, an act he can use around others to get around and reach the goals he's been yearning for. this ends up working well when it's combined with the other privileges he has, being seen as a conventionally attractive Japanese coded girl. in my headcanons this isn't exactly true, but it all ties back to that masking. autistic people oftentimes have a difficult relationship with gender. you can see, even despite his efforts, that Shiver is fairly androgynous.

both of these points lead us to believe that this whole portrayal of Shiver is simply a mask she puts on, a facade to make people believe she is what they want her to be. (not to mention the blatantly obvious shark mask metaphor.. I'll touch more on that later.)

The way she acts around Others

now we look at her relationship within the Deep Cut trio. yet again alluding back to terminatorbuns' excellent analysis, we can see that Frye and Big Man give Shiver a special place where they can just be themselves. they put on a more villainous act, the opportunity to display those more agitated and harsh behaviours. they are free to unmask around their closest friends because of the trust they've built up over the years. Fryes ambition and naturally villainous behaviours help probe that type of action out of Shiver too. she replicates it, but in a more open way. a free way to express herself, when she's constantly stuck behind a mask that's exhausting to keep up.

I think the relationship she has with Master Mega has a lot of potential too. sharks have always been close with her family, them being known as tamers, her carrying down the legend. she feels a connection to these sharks, she feels a sense of herself in them. they're fierce, but can be calm and loving as well. they take work to tame, they burst with untapped energy. just like her. I feel she has such a connection to them because they're nonhumanoid as well. they don't hold the same social constructs that inkfish society does, so she doesn't have to mask around them. she encourages them to do their best, and they give it in return. (this also ties in to the trend of dehumanization that happens with autistic people. they find solace in nonhuman things because they feel they better understand them. Shiver considers herself partially a shark, due to both this and her connections. you could even consider sharks and shark taming to be her special interest.)

he tries so hard to appear scary or frightening when around New Agent 3 because he wants to make a new mask for himself, one a bit closer to his authentic self. he over exaggerates this new persona to create a proper sense of self- one that could help with getting rid of that social metaphorical makeup. we can see him trying his hardest, especially in his battle with na3. he relies on one of his longest friend and possible mentor for help, because in all honesty he can't do it on his own. this more aggressive demeanor is natural for Frye, not for him. he's trying desperately to find a way to fit in, to appear strong, but it all falls flat. I think one of the (totally made up by me) reasons why Shiver wears his mask differently from Frye is because all the trios masks symbolize different things. for Frye, it's her want to fit in in a world not centered for her, for Big Man it's his want to seem tough despise all the rest of him not matching that yearning, and for Shiver it's the mask of his own self. but see- he wears the mask slightly to the side, not completely covering his face like Frye. I believe this is symbolism for the fact he's trying to unmask, to take away that crutch, to be themselves in front of friends and even foes. because remember, this entire time he's been trying to be scary. to be a villain, to just express those built up emotions. his struggle throughout the entire battle proves that he wasn't built out for that facade, just as he wasn't built for that social "higher than you" facade either. the best way I can describe it is... he just wants to be soft and squishy.

Unmasked Shiver

going back to one of my points from the intro, I think one of the moments we see Shiver most unmasked is during the finale sequences. we can see as the trio get closer to the NSS, forming closer bonds now that they have allied. all of them are starting to loosen up, but especially Shiver.

when trying to help the team, we can see that Shiver has the strangest approach to things. Big Man and Frye are used to their antics, so they understand what messages they're trying to convey. however the NSS... not so much.

you can see how much Shiver is trying to help, but the lack of full understanding of social queues and the likes makes it difficult for things to properly get across. I feel this may be one of the reasons Marie didn't like them for so long. she doesn't understand why they act the way they do, those social hints are being missed because she simply does not understand them. that can be annoying to allistics (which is unfortunate but. not the point). but once she learns for motivations, their goals, she comes to be more understanding.

overtime, Shiver starts to loosen up and lose that facade in favour of a more realistic self, all because of the community they have managed to become a part of.

Messy conclusion

we don't have much development right now, as it's only been a few months since release, but I find it very enjoyable to dissect my favorite characters like this. I hope we get to see more of Shivers unmasked self, with her goofy attitude and adoration for sharks (more Master Mega lore pleaaaase). all in all, she's fascinating, and because of projection or not I find her to be pretty autism coded <3

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