#i didn't do my research on their height so just imagine that that is what they actually look like
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Imagine a like avenger!Bucky x shape shifter! Reader.
It could be enemies to lovers smut too because why not?
The reader is the beast boy but a girl version...you can make them green
I don't see skin color 🙄(I'm joking,I'm black)
What if you make the reader green it could be like Bucky's in his room and he hears crying so he follows the sound to find y/n crying because she messed up on a mission and some agents said mean things idk and he is trying to comfort her and then they kiss and then more idk
Then, if she isn't green it could be .....sex pollen...she gets hit with sex pollen while on a mission and comes back...well you know worked up? She's in pain and even those Bucky "hates her" he also wants to help her so he..how do I say this.. he fucks her brains out.
I'm Not Like Her
Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body look and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.
Note: I'm not even open for asks but your brilliant mind just spark something in me! Plus, i see you a lot in my comments so here you are... and the pic is hilarious btw 🤣
Pairing: avenger!bucky x shape shifter!reader
Words: 1.5k++
Warnings: mild enemies to lovers, hint fat shaming, angst, bucky likes to tease the reader but not too much, fluff, cause he secretly loves her, allusion to smut??? and sam just being himself.
Idea explanation: personally i don't think i'm qualified enough to write about being discriminate against for skin color. I need more research of it.
BUT, physically, i am on the curvy side. I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs are bigger than they supposed to. cause i'm fucking 4'11 (so i look fat for my height). And i know what it feels like when people comment abt that.
Soooooo instead of turning green, imagine that the reader doesn't have the fit and perfect model-like body like other agents. Her powers? She can shape shift into any living being (person/animals/aliens) for a short amount of time, like 3-7mins.
Bucky Barnes is a bully. He'd do anything to annoy the shit out of Y/N. Everything he does just ticked her off, you name it; hair pulling, cheeks pinching, mean little jokes about how Y/N would suffocate him to death if she ever sit on him.
Bucky Barnes acts exactly like a mean teenage boy who bullies the person he likes. But she doesn't know that, does she?
What she knew was he is a menace that loves to see her bright red, in embrassment and anger. What she knew was he likes to dig into her skin and ripped her heart out from how vexingly mean he is with her.
But, he was never cruel. No. He is the sweetest a man can be when he wants to. She still remembered those days he would drop off bunch of her favorite snacks and sweets during that week she was hospitalized from a rough mission.
Don't get her wrong though, he still teases her A LOT during those visits but it was sweet of him to come by and cheer her up.
But if he wasn't cruel. Then, why was she on the verge of tears?
Y/N stood alone in the kitchen, her hands strongly gripped onto the edges of the counter like she would shatter it with her bare hands. At time like this, she wished nothing more than just to shift into a bird and fly away.
Just so far away that no will able to catch her.
But those agents certainly did shot a bullet through the thickness of her gut when they said those words.
Y/N was just going to grab a cold drink after her sparring with Bucky, when she heard their vile whispers. She stopped at her tracks and hid behind the wall the moment she heard her name was mentioned.
"I don't understand why we keep her around. Did you see her panting for air from a quick sparring with Barnes? And doesn't she sound like a pig?" He sneered.
"We keep y/n around cause she has powers you, dumbass. Why are you being mean anyway, didn't you guys had a thing like 2 weeks ago?" The other voice said.
"It was a prank. Didn't think she'd believe it. Me dating her? Please. Not in any universe." He trailed, "Though if she shift into Natasha, then maybe I'll consider fucking her." Y/N could hear his smirk even from the block of the walls.
The other man laughed as if it was funny, "But it only lasts so long though? What if she turn back into herself when you have your cock inside her?"
The man gagged and said, "Ewww please stop. That's just fucking disgusting."
And when they left the kitchen, Y/N aimlessly went to the area. What was she gonna do just now? Oh, get some cold water. But why won't her hands move? They've been digging into the hard surface of the counter for how long now? If she goes any harder, her fingers would bleed. And why's her vision was blurry? Why there's wetness on her cheeks?
She didn't even notice that she was crying, beause she was so focused on fixing her own broken heart. And even if her pride was left to almost nothing, but she held on. She chose hold on to it for as long as could. Cause deep down she knew they were right.
No one's gonna love her for who she is, they will always be blinded by the flaw of her body and not see the pure of her heart. And if that is the ugly truth she had to face, then she chose to love herself. To be proud of herself.
But it is so hard does it? How can you love yourself when no one else is willing to love you?
"Doll?" Bucky's voice was soft when he called her that she didn't even heard him the first time around.
When Bucky heard sounds of someone sniffling, he knew that someone was crying. So he followed the hiccups of voice to the kitchen. But he didn't expect the culprit would be Y/N.
He almost rushed to her when she continued to sob, "Hey hey hey, what's wrong sweets? Did you hurt yourself?" He briefly cupped the softness of her cheeks before slightly holding up her hands to see if there's any cut from it.
When he noticed that there weren't any physical injuries, the tense of his muscles relaxed just a little bit. His big hands went to reach her face again, and gently wiped her tears away. He was so tender with his hold but his tone was far from it, "Who did this to you?"
And she told him exactly what happened. Even with hiccups in between her ranting breath. He listened. He listened to every single word she had to say, not cutting into her confession, not even once. And Y/N didn't know why she told him that. He supposed to be the last person she complained to about her look, about her weakness, about her flaws.
Bucky Barnes, the same one that loves to tease her about it all. He wasn't supposed to hear the dooms of her heart. But, he was. He was listening to her.
And he was seeing red.
Bucky had never felt rage this powerful in his life, he swore that if he let it consume him, the tower would be painted with blood. But, he held back. For her.
Because she needed someone to be there for her. And Bucky felt he was the luckiest to be that person.
"I'm not like her." She whispered tiredly. "I'm not like her, Bucky. I'm not attractive like Natasha or pretty like Zendaya or even Steve at that matter, like he has such tiny waist for his built, and he's a fucking man!!" She ranted every minor things that bothered her to him.
Bucky thought of his words for a while and simply said, "Yes, you're not like Natasha, or Zendaya, or Steve..." he chuckled at the end, "...But that's the best bits about you, doll." There was this flare in his eyes that Y/N couldn't wrap her finger around it.
"Are you making fun of me, right now?" She glared in between the tears in her eyes.
"No, I'm only telling you the truth." Bucky tucked her hair as he continued, "So what if you're not like her? There will always be someone that will see you more that just a piece of meat to fuck."
"Well, then I won't have that someone then."
"Oh, but I know one person though." Bucky grinned, "Me."
Y/N was rendered speechless when he confessed his true feelings.
"Doll, have you ever wonder why I love pinching your cheeks so much?" His fingers started to trail across her cheeks and his stare lingered in her eyes as his naughty hands find their way to her hips.
"It's because I was desperately trying to avoid grabbing these soft, thick thighs of yours." his eyes darkened the moment that he said, "And oh baby the things I'd do for you just to slide my cock between them."
It was like she was hypnotized by the way his hardened bulge grinding against her tummy. It felt good and his lust-filled gaze was doing nothing but making her wet, "Bucky..." she whispered.
Bucky lips was so gentle on her eyelids and her temple, until his teeth grazed along her neck and his groaning call reached her ears, "And do you know why I was pissed when we were sparring just now?" Asked before quickly clarifying, "It's not because I lost to you."
He grinded a particularly hard thrust against her that he accidentally moan in pleasure, "Oh babydoll, no. It's because I have this absolutely gorgeous girl on top of me, and her slutty body was just so close to me that I got so fucking hard. "
Bucky lifted her face towards his to watch how she was melted in his touch, "I was so pissed, because I can't fuck you the way I want to." His lips was so close, hovering over her own as he confessed.
But suddenly they felt a splash of water hitting side of their face, "Woah woah woah. Down, boy. Bad bucky. Bad!" Sam yelled. Imagine his surprise when he got into the kitchen to see Bucky literally humping on Y/N like a dog in heat.
They didn't even notice him approaching them with a glass of water in his hand.
Though Y/N was absolutely red in embrassement, but surely Bucky doesn't give a fuck. He didn't even acknowledge Sam's pleas to stop, especially when he crashed his lips on hers.
Y/N moaned lewdly as he effortlessly lifted her on the kitchen isle, feeling his clothed cock rubbing against her needy cunt. At that point, who cares if anyone's watching. She wanted him so bad. As bad as he wanted ruin her.
Sam scrambled backwards when Bucky started to unzip his pants, "Shit he's going feral." He dramatically ran across the halls leading to the kitchen as he announced, "Okay people, out. Get out. No one is allowed to the kitchen unless you want to be in debt cause I am not paying for your therapy."
Safe to say the kitchen was a fucking mess when Bucky was done with her and the cleaning crew was traumatized by the amount of wetness and cum they had to clean around the area.
End.
A/N: This was so random but I hope you enjoyed it! Drop some thoughts behind for me to pick up and squeal at, would you?
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Wines and confessions - Johnny Suh
couple: johnny x fem!reader
genre: fluff; a little bit sugestive; friends to lovers
sinopse: in the middle of a drinking some wine, your friend makes it very clear why none of his dates work out
Johnny was at home, after a long day at the photography studio where he worked. It was Friday, he was ready to rest after taking a long shower, until he received a message from his best friend.
“You must be very tired, but I got some wine from the parents of one of my students. Do you know how rare it is for me to receive gifts at work? I’ll be at your apartment in 40 minutes.”
Johnny laughed at your message. No matter how tired he was, he always had time for you. You were a teacher at a private school, you taught some classes in elementary and high school. If Johnny's routine was tiring, your routine was even crazier. The two had been friends since they were teenagers, which didn't stop Johnny from feeling something more.
A short time later, they were lying on the couch in the man's apartment. Johnny was on his first glass, he liked to taste the wine, drinking it little by little, as well as researching more about it. You, on the other hand, were on your second glass, didn't understand anything about wine and drank any alcoholic drink as if it were water. You talked about various things, you about your students, Johnny about the various editorials he had to do this week.
“And how was your meeting with that model you photographed last month?” You said taking a sip of your wine. Johnny always went on these dates to try to forget the feelings he had for his friend, but he always found himself comparing his date with you and couldn't move on to anything beyond a simple dinner. On the one hand, he felt uncomfortable when you asked about it, but on the other hand he knew that you weren't to blame for anything, because he didn't have the courage to talk about his feelings.
“Same old thing. It was just dinner. I’m not in the mood to date right now.” Unless it's with you, that's what he wanted to say.
“It's not because I'm your friend, but you're one of the hottest guys I know, independent, polite, funny. Why are you still alone? I already know! There must be someone in that little heart and you don't want to tell me who it is. Wants to know? I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine who is a teacher. She’s beautiful and you two would look great together!” You saw your friend roll his eyes. “Don’t even make that face! In addition to being beautiful, she loves photography. Hey!"
“I think you’ve had drink too much.” Johnny took the glass from your hands, making you stop blabbering about his love life. The man took advantage of his height, lifted the cup and laughed at his frustrated attempts to get the cup back.
“Give it back Johnny! I didn’t even get halfway through the bottle.”
“And you’re already talking nonsense, imagine if you put an end to it.”
With the jump you made to retrieve your precious wine, you ended up losing your balance and were about to fall, if it weren't for Johnny's big hands, which stopped your fall and made your bodies very close and your faces inches away from distance.
The exchange of glances was intense.
You had already become so close to your friend, but you didn't know if it was because you had been drinking, you had a huge desire to kiss him. You looked at his lips and found them very kissable, his honey eyes exuded love and desire.
It was the wine's fault.
The heart beating faster had to be the wine's fault.
You internally asked him to break his gaze, but he couldn't do it. In fact, any opportunity he had to be close to you was taken advantage of by the man.
“Do you want to know why I can’t date other people?” Johnny asked. The man's deep voice was leaving you stunned. You just nodded.
Johnny knew he was going to take an important step and that perhaps he could change the course of the friendship you had, but he knew that he had to do that at that moment. Then, he ended the minimum distance he had between you, bringing his lips to yours. Despite being a little confused, you surrendered to your best friend's kiss. It was all so new for both of them, but at the same time so right.
“I'm glad you didn't push me or hit me.”Johnny said with a smile on his face as soon as he stopped kissing you. “And don’t blame it on the wine because I know more than anyone that you need a lot more than that to get drunk.” He continued when he realized you were about to say something and ended up taking the words out of your mouth.
"Wow. It’s scary how you know me so well” You responded by patting your friend’s shoulder and realized you were still in his arms. “Since you can’t let go of me, could you at least tell me when you started liking me?”
Johnny was embarrassed, which was rare to happen, but he let go of him and placed the glass of wine that was still in his hand on the kitchen table. “I don’t know, I think I’ve always been in love with you, it just took me a while to understand that.”
"Can I confess something?" Johnny just nodded. “I loved knowing that your dates didn’t work out.”
"Oh really?" Johnny once again approached you and placed his hands on your waist. “So why did you always throw me at your friends?”
“I don't know, maybe seeing you with other people would take that feeling away from me." You said, placing your hands on Johnny's shoulders again.
“And what is this feeling?”
“That I’m in love with you.” It was time for you to kiss your best friend. If the first kiss was sweet, this one was much more urgent and hot. Johnny led you to the couch, bringing you with him as he sat down. Your nails lightly scratched the man's muscular arms.
Johnny's big hands, which had previously stopped you from falling to the floor, now fervently smoothed your thighs, which had been exposed because your dress had ridden up as soon as you positioned yourself on Johnny's lap. When the man's warm lips touched your neck, leaving a few kisses there, a signal alerted you and you quickly moved away from the man, leaving him confused, sitting on the couch completely out of breath.
“I better go, before something happens in this apartment” You said, collecting your belongings and heading to the door of Johnny’s apartment. “Oh, you better cancel your plans tomorrow night if you have any.”
"Why?" Johnny asked confused.
“Because we have a date. Be ready at 8pm.”
“Shouldn’t I invite you?” Johnny approached you once again, who was already outside his apartment holding the door.
“What year are you, John?” Johnny smiled and pulled you in for another kiss, but you surprised him by placing your hand on his lips. "No! Kiss now only after the date. See you tomorrow." You pushed Johnny into the apartment and closed the door. The man didn't understand what was happening, he just laughed at your behavior, because it didn't even seem like 5 minutes ago you were making out like crazy on the living room couch. It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring again. Johnny opened it without checking who it was, but was surprised when you threw yourself into his arms.
“Okay, I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow. I want one more kiss.” Johnny let out a hearty laugh, the kind where he threw his head back and left you completely in love.
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No cause the thing is, how I imagine the wolf to have adopted by Keith in a Canon where he didn't dip and go on a space whale so he could be the 'tall' leader the team needed (somebody is projecting the growth spurt they wished they had onto keith and it shows) is initially Keith and the team are on mission on some comet and Keith finds Kosmo hiding, a little injured and clearly a scared little guy. It seems like the little guy had been alone for a while and while Keith's trys to help protect the leg he injured, the wolf chomps down on Keith. In paladin armour he's unfazed but stops what he's doing to allow Kosmo to settle which seems like the case.... for like 2 seconds until Keith finds himself falling from a height into the tree. He instinctively cradles the wolf from the impact and gets around to finished the bandaging, finding some food for him it.
Hunk stumbles upon this and begins crying like he's just lost someone cause that's his immediate reaction to anything cute. The team arrive and Lance is having feelings about this cause it just makes his crush on Keith too obvious to him after like half a season of oblivousness but we'll get to that later. Keith realises this guy has no where to go and asks the team if they can bring him with them, at least until his leg heals and then they can bring him back. Most of the team is very apprehensive cause like this is a fucking wolf.
The team unfortunately decided against the wolf making Keith a little sad but he agreed they were probably right about him getting too attached.
When they get back on the ship, he does some research on the wolf and figures out that it is a species of common domesticated wolves so it likely had an owner that didn't look after it well, but also that it'd hopefully still adjust well to the wilderness on the comet.
Keith goes to his room to mope about this a little until his hears that familiar teleporting noise and is ambushed by Kosmo.
They have already long since flown away from the planet but Keith has grown attached and can't bare to just drop the guy in the wild. Coran was only guessing when he said the guy would adapt to the well but he's a domesticated wolf so Keith can imagine this guy was brought up in people's homes and doubts he'd do well just being expected to suddenly live out of them. But there's an obvious problem, despite this ships size there's only 7 people and they all live in each others back pocket. This wolf will inevitably be discovered. So he tries to train the guy as best as he can get him food.
In the meantime, Lance discusses with Coran his feelings surrounding Keith and Coran unceremoniously dumps on him the knowledge that he has had romantic.feelings for Keith for a while now and he already knows and due to their already very close bond before voltron and cause he already told him, he knows Hunk definitely knows. Lance's brain malfunctions and he's left in utter confusion and also.fury for hunk not telling him.
Also meanwhile, Shiro has had some issues with accidentally teleporting (this is my explanation for him disappearing and they find him quickly this is an ongoing thing shush) and the reason they'd been on this comet was due to it being in similar circumstances to Shiro so could offer some explanations to why he's teleporting and how to manage it day to day
Keith for a good while hides Kosmo but Kosmo likes playing fetch and has started teleporting and giving him other people's stuff. The first to notice is hunk as his is meticulously organised tools and frankly he's going to be disappointed in whoever took them without saying, eyeing Pidge. Keith tries to sneak the tools back into Hunks possession but gets caught by Hunk and then Kosmo.seeing what he brought Keith is back away from him, teleports in front of Hunk.
Hunk is sworn to secrecy cause Keith didn't do this on purpose and the wolf is cute. But Hunk is rumbled when Lance confronts him about knowing his feelings for Keith but being vague enough that Hunk thought he knew about the wolf. And Pidge finds out Hunk and Lamce keep having eye conversations at dinner and Keith looks guilty and she is offended that she was left out. Allura finds out cause she randomly finds Kosmo and begins trying to find out how he got onto the ship in the first place and gets him a bed and some.food and water to stay in a room near hers
Shenanigans ensue
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You needed the work, the money, it's always about the money, so that's why you're here in New York working as a maid for Dr. Stephen Strange, the brilliant, egotistical, surgeon. Well, he was a surgeon until the accident but kept the brilliant and egotistical part.
The place was sleek and spotless, exactly how you'd imagine a surgeon's penthouse would be, and it was all thanks to you that it was kept that way.
Every week a check was deposited into your bank account by Mr. Strange at midnight and almost instantly it was all taken in an attempt to pay off your debt. So you kept working even when he was insufferable.
"Don't wear that again."
So you didn't.
"You missed some dust along the piano keys."
A piano you'll never be able to play.
"The tea has gotten cold."
Maybe you should have drank it faster instead of researching for more doctors to fix your hands.
"Don't look at me with pity! Do you know who I am?"
Of course you knew. And you didn't dare look again as his hands shook.
No matter the remark or insult you held your tongue in front of Dr. Stephen Strange.
"You know...I'm beginning to think you like it.", Dr. Strange sighs at you while you kneel, wiping the tea that spilled onto the black glass table, you were used to cleaning up after him when his shaking hands failed to do the simplest task. "Like what?", you question, grabbing another paper towel to collect the last drop of tea. "Don't play stupid.", he rolls his eyes as you glanced up, standing to your height as he sits, scarred fingers trying desperately to keep the cup still in his lap.
It's easier to not reply, to just walk away and do your job when he gets into his moods, you knew he simply lashes out with harsh words to make up for how he mourns at the loss of his hands. So, you move to turn away but quickly find he's grabbed the hem of your dress to hold you in place. "Dr.?", you begin to question until he hisses in surprise pain, the tea spilling into his lap. "Dammit-", he groans, his head laying back against the chair, one hand still gripping your clothing.
As simple as it would be to walk from his grasp, you don't, unsure what to do because he's never stopped you in your steps before. "What are you waiting for? Clean it up.", he demands, annoyed blue orbs snapping up to you.
Work. You're working. You have to remember that. Because as much of an asshole Stephen Strange is, you can't deny how handsome he is, cruel blue eyes and a radient confidence, all topped off with dark hair and striking silver streaks. "Yes. Yes, sir.", you almost whisper out, grabbing the towels again.
Bending over him, you begin to dab the wet fabric that began to cling to his lap, feeling like you were doing something wrong although he told you to do it. His fingers let go of the hem of your dress but surprisingly went to your thigh, his fingers tracing your bare skin. Blinking, your gaze went to his face that was watching you intently, "Keep cleaning.", he instructs. You said nothing, feeling yourself caught up in the moment as you rubbed at his lap, feeling the doctor begin to grow beneath your touch.
"You think I'm helpless?", Stephen hums, your mind focusing on the circle his fingers were tracing on your inner thigh, trying to keep it steady while you were now stroking him over his wet pants. "You think I can't do what you're doing right now?", you shook your head, not wanting to doubt him as his deep voice was tempting you to melt like butter, the muscles between your thighs beginning to tighten at the thought of him touching you.
"My hands may shake but I can make you feel things that would transport your spirit right out of your body.", he challenged, this time cupping you with his large scarred hand, the feeling making you gasp and push yourself shamelessly back against his touch.
"Stephen?", you question, his hand staying put as your own hand stilled, simply feeling him against your palm. "Doctor.", he corrects you, moving his hand to lift your dress, pushing your lower back to make you arch more. You didn't mind his unsteady grasp, letting yourself give in to what he wanted to do. "Doctor.", you say this time which results in him petting between your legs in a way of praising you for obeying.
The question you had died on your tongue as your mind was beginning to become fuzzy, only focusing on the tingling feeling Dr. Strange was awakening inside you. He was beginning to throb harder while you slowly resumed stroking him. "I know. It must feel good.", he purrs, his voice close to your ear, the fabric of your panties beginning to become damp and clinging to you the same way the spilled tea made his pants cling to his lap. "It does.", you admit, trying to not squirm and become greedy for what you were chasing.
"You're too easy to read, you know that?", he chuckles, his two fingers moving up to press your clit which was aching for attention at this point. "Too. Easy. Too. Read.", he brags, tapping your clit harshly with each word.
By now you weren't focused on stroking him but he didn't seem to mind. What he wanted right now was to prove a point, even if the point was your pleasure this was about him boosting his already inflated ego. Words kept failing to form in your brain, it's been too long since someone else touched you so all you could do was whimper, your body language begging for more.
Dr. Strange took in your whining, using his shaky hands to pull down your panties, the wet fabric leaving your body making you shiver and your skin break out in chills at being so exposed to him now, so vulnerable, unashamed of how needy he's making you. Within seconds his touch returned, parting your lips to spread you open so his ring finger could pet your entrance, teasing your now soaked heat that was begging for something inside. It was impressive what his injured hands were capable of, your free hand now grasping desperately at the leather chair he sat in.
"I don't pity you.", you whisper, the first coherent thing you could get to leave your lips as he finally sank two fingers inside of you, hooking them, petting inside where it felt so sweet.
"Get ready to see the stars.", Stephen replies, beginning to fuck you with his fingers, the scars massaging your walls as they grasped his fingers as if your life depended on it. Your thighs were starting to quake, your breath coming in short gasps as you knew your face was flushed at the fire beginning to burn in your belly. You needed this. He needed this. Dr. Strange needed to see you get off, watching as your arousal was beginning to run down your thighs, those shaky hands working their magic on you as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers thrusting.
"Gpod girl."
"Look how wet you are."
"I can tell you're getting close."
His voice urged you on until he gave what was promised, a trip to the stars, it felt like you left your body as your orgasm ripped through you and turned you into a shaking mess for Dr. Stephen Strange.
The feeling of his fingers pulling from you draws a whine that sounds so desperate, aching already to be filled. With one shaky hand he grabs your chin, bringing the fingers that had been inside of you to your lips which you immediately took inside your mouth, sucking your own arousal from them. Dr. Strange watches in amused fascination, smug, knowing he was the best despite his injuries. You watched his lips part while your tongue ran along the scars of his fingers, almost drooling onto his hand, wanting to make him feel as good as you did.
"Hungry for more?", he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
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Hi cutie <3
So I was minding my own business, having a nice chat about heights and stuff with Atlas because my fictional boyfriends average at like 6'2 while hers average at like 5'11 (I have trees she doesn't.) anyway I brought up frost giant Loki because...what can I say I'm like....a whore for him? He's so...hgnghgn.
She had the AUDACITY to say he stands at 6'8. I want to present to you my research to debunk this idea:
It's definitely super blurry and I know the movies when he is in frost giant form he's like. not changed at all but I don't care those are out dated and dumb. LOOK AT HIM he is BIG (please ignore me circling his groin area I needed that to prove further research to her). Thor, in the comics stands at 6'6. My man can not stand at 6'8.
The point of this was to a) share my talented research and b) help me prove to her that my our Loki is at least a foot taller than Thor is in his pretty yummy giant form.
Enjoy the detailed graph <3 Just thought I'd share :D
Anyway what!! do!! you!! think!! How tall does he stand in his giant form in your mind because I;m genuinely curious now!!!
-Clem
Hey cutie pie!!
So I am by no means the jotun Loki expert and I swear there's actual research that people have done which I'll link back to if I can find it HOWEVER. And here comes the LGG commentary you probs didn't ask for... Marking as *mature*
When it comes to size, I think our minds are a lil skewed sometimes. So this guy is 6"8 - and skinny. Imagine if he had muscle, I think that's pretty fucking frost giant territory personally 🤭
As any person of the world will tell you, an inch either way can make a difference. Perhaps frost giant Loki IS taller... but 6"8 is fucking massive.
Now...let's chat about dicks for a second.
I was watching a TV show the other night on channel 4OD called My Massive C*ck because of course I was, featuring several men who have massive dicks and the trials they face.
The average dick I think is like 5.5 inches worldwide. Id say in my personal experience they've evened out around 7 as an average in my sample size.
Now, there's always discussion about Loki's dick and TH and whatnot and some people go into double digits of length/heavy girth etc like twelve inches which is mental. But let's take a look at what an 10.5 inch dick actually looks like (I can't remember the girth, but you get the idea)
THAT'S A MOULD OF HIS ACTUAL DICK. can you IMAGINE????? no. No thank you. However....pretty frost giant like? I think our brains think that a few inches, either in height or in eh...length...isnt much. But I beg to differ.
So maybe Jotun Loki IS 6"8 and has a 10.5 inch dick. It may not sound huge in your head friend, but fuck me. It is
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oh boy it IS. tng update time. tonight, just under an hour ago, we finished watching "chain of command" parts i & ii. i'm not differentiating between them even though one had. WWWWAY more nudity than the other. hey did you guys know tng can occasionally pop the FUCK off
to me this episode felt like a backdoor pilot to ds9 which we will be doing tomorrow because it had cardassians in it and basically the only thing i know about ds9 is that gay cardassian that wants to fuck the doctor. and he's like the definition of the predatory gays/predatory gaze joke from what i have seen from gifs. so i was expecting like, some minor cardassian shenanigans and mild flirtiness
holy shit.
like girl when i tell you my tits got blown clean off
normally i complain there's too much downtime and technobabble in tng. there was not an OUNCE of fat on this episode. from start to finish we went at 500mph
like, we open with the guy taking away picard's command. and you're like oh no a demotion! but then it's COVERT OPS and also a suicide mission???
and the guy who takes over is a war-mongering bastard with a dubya accent idk how they predicted that in 1992 but GREAT job. i really loved to hate him, and one of my only nitpicks with this episode is that he didn't get more of what should have been coming to him
we acted this episode. will riker grinding his teeth every time he spoke to this guy. deanna's worried looks. beverly feeling guilty for leaving picard behind. i was actually complaining about patrick stewart not emoting when she was stuck in that little hole but now i understand. he had to save it for the FUCKING payload
ROLE REVERSAL FOR THE WOMEN. deanna got to wear a real uniform and beverly got to flirt her way out of a Situation. i love deanna's uniform, even if it is too tight around the chest. i think that's preferable to it being too tight around her crotch and leading to the horrific c*melt*e situation (sorry to say it like that). her hair also looked great this ep. so did bev's weirdly??? women's rights.
data didn't have much to do in this episode except accidentally give geordi more work which made me sad but it WAS wild to see him in a red shirt. i'll miss him until it's time to watch tng again
the little infiltration was charming. worf and beverly teasing each other about heights and bats. even the cave-in. picard getting left behind because worf tried to hold the door open like that guy in narnia and got SHOT.
i loved the guy who was doing the peace talks. he had the most unsettling horrific smile i've ever seen in my life. STAN a legend.
truly though even though i enjoyed the first half of the episode and thought it was solidly watchable the second half is what elevated it into mind blowing territory.
and like first of all it must be said: picard buck ass naked. computer show me image
i want you to imagine that you are 1. profoundly sleep deprived 2. have been complaining about the lack of sex in this show for six and a half seasons 3. do not find this man remotely physically attractive 4. AND the only thing you know about cardassians is gifsets of the guy from ds9 wanting to fuck the little doctor guy 5. you are PROFOUNDLY sleep deprived. only then can you imagine a fraction of the depths of my hysteria
i actually laughed so shrilly and loudly discord MUTED me cathy was like youve been silent for like 30 seconds are you still THERE. i laughed so hard i quite literally cried. we had to pause it for ten entire minutes. not even because it was funny i was just like. SHOCKED.
THEY REALLY WENT ALL IN ON THIS. it was like something out of a fanfic. a BAD fanfic. like those whump fics where guys get captured and made into sex slaves. EXCEPT PATRICK STEWART WAS ACTING!!!!! like it got SO SERIOUS so QUICK
i just now skimmed an article that said patrick stewart himself did research on torture and also went all in ie filming nude fr. the dedication came through in the work i wish tng could be like this always
bro like. the part where he could have walked out but thought bev was still captive. the part where he was was like YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN'T HURT ME. when he got the torturer to call him by his real name. when he ate the live worms or whatever they were i couldn't look. when they got to talking about that guy's daughter. like we literally got the best of both worlds. picard reverse uno'd him at every turn and kept his wits about him and then in the end he BROKE ANYWAY
THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!
i was like. oh my god.
listen to me when he said it i was a little disappointed. i could see in his face given another 30 seconds he would have said five. i said OUT LOUD to catherine they should have showed us a shot of five lights and then had him say four anyway. but him saying four defiantly was still so so so good
BUT THEN. AT THE END. when he was like. deanna. i said four, but i saw five
THAT'S THE THESIS STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE. THAT TORTURE DOESNT GIVE YOU INFORMATION JUST WHAT THE TORTURER WANTS YOU TO SAY
AND THEN THEY JUST ROLLED CREDITS.
AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so wonderful-awful that that guy KNEW picard was getting release and STILL he felt the need to finish the conditioning, which i assume was meant to get picard to fake-confess to killing 55 men women and children like that one guy said. like, he didn't have time to record that confession. he JUST wanted to break him, and that was all. i bet he thinks about it all the fucking time. the one that got away.
again, i wish dubya knockoff hadn't been responsible for his release. i REALLY wanted riker to do a mutiny. but there just wasn't time. i am still glad riker got to give him shit but like we deserved more comeuppance truly bc he SUCKED SO BAD. also like lmaoooo at ANYONE saying starfleet is a science peaceful organization now. they're warmongers! they're no different from mirrorverse not really
aside from that though it was absolutely flawless. one of the best tng episodes possibly THE best tng episode. i feel so completely satisfied and also grateful that we will be watching ds9 next because going from this to another fucking barclay episode (the next tng one) would ruin me. i need TIME!!!
TOMORROW: ds9's "emissary," parts 1 & 2 !!!
we're going in release order, so now our watch schedule will look something like...
two at a time. that's gonna mess us up for "birthright" but we'll cope somehow
#personal#star trek blogging#tng lb#i'm so happy. it was so so so so so good why can't tng always be like this. sparks FUCKING flying
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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 103
I was wondering where Black Hayate was.
If you think about it, Roy got off pretty easy compared to everyone else who ever opened the portal. It only took Roy's ability to see, it didn't even take his eyes. Meanwhile, Pride's body is falling apart and he's lost almost all of his powers.
My head-canon about Truth is it is semi-omniscient. It's similar to the concept of the Monad in ancient Greek Philosophy. It is a being the represents the totality of all things. Truth is One, All, the World, the Universe, and You. So it should be aware of everything happening and know how things will conclude.
Father called the Truth an "Arbiter of Order" who "puts men in their place", but Truth is just a little thing in a flask that stole power to get where it is.
So I think the Truth wasn't really punishing Roy. It's really setting up Father to suffer his own punishment. And to do that, Truth took the barest minimum from Roy to make him a usable piece in Father's plan.
But at the same time it wants Roy, who has previously been blind with rage and blind to the feelings of those around him, to learn a lesson to be a better person.
Ed and Al made these platforms to set up an air-to-ground attack.
For Ed, the most effective way to set up a fast-moving dive attack is to build up height by jumping off his slanted platforms which will help him keep his momentum.
For Al, he's too big and heavy to do something like that. So he just builds steps and runs along them to gain height. He can just let his weight and gravity provide the force of his dive.
Wrath likely knows he won't live to the end of the day. At this point, he's fulfilled all his necessary obligations to Father. King Bradley has fallen in battle. He is free to do what he wants. And he wants to go out fighting a grand fight.
Wrath has no ideals. Everything in his life has been driven by someone else's design. But in a fight to the death, no divide or ideals matter. Everyone fighting to the death is just trying to survive. Perhaps that's why he's so excited to have this fight.
Until a few months ago, Scar also had no ideals to himself. He had abandoned his name, his religion, and everything he valued so he could live a life bent on revenge.
But now he lives to bring about change in Amestris. And he chose to embrace the culmination in his brother's research as part of that ideal.
I mentioned I'd talk about Scar's tattoos way back in chapter 16, and this is probably the best time to give my thoughts on it.
The two tattoos together have "TERRA", "AER", "IGNIS", and "AQUA" written across them. So the tattoos use the four elements of earth, air, fire, and water.
The twin snakes are likely representative of the Caduceus, the staff that Hermes carried. The staff would later be the basis for the symbol for Mercury which represents the spirit.
The staff itself is associated with trade and commerce, which ideally is an reciprocal exchange.
In modern days, the Caduceus is sometimes mistaken for the Rod of Asclepius which depicts a single snake wrapping around a rod (And might be partial inspiration for the symbol Ed, Al, and Izumi have on them). The Rod of Asclepius represents medicine.
But moving on, I think the most interesting part of the tattoo is how the left and right arms are inversions of each other. The left arm is entirely in white while the right is black. And the patterns are upside down from each other as well.
And since there's a sort of arrow pattern along them, it makes me envision a flow concept. Scar's alchemy uses Xingese Purification Arts which channel energy from the pulse of the earth. So I imagine the two arms combined are supposed to channel that energy through the user. Maybe it's something like energy flows out of the right arm to induce destruction and then that energy flows back into the left arm to induce creation. And since Scar only had the right arm, he could add energy to break things apart, but couldn't channel it back to create.
One thing that's especially interesting is Scar's Alchemy doesn't use a circle. Every Alchemist either has a tool with a circle or has a circle tattooed to their hands, but Scar does neither. I was thinking at one point that maybe the act of channeling between both arms might act as the circle, but Scar could use destruction Alchemy without the right arm while Ed has to clap his hands to perform it.
It seems like Scar's brother figured out some entirely new way to perform Alchemy.
And one little pointless note. Scar's tattoos have the letters A, V, E, and H under TERRA, AER, IGNIS, and AQUA respectively. I have no idea what, if anything, they mean. The only thing that popped to mind was those are letters for 4 of the 20 essential amino acids needed to build proteins, but that seems far too separate from everything.
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Let's do another once-over of the Robot Lab, this time in stealth-o-vision.
This sounds like we're supposed to hear it and go "OHHHHH Maybe he did it." But we already know he loathed Huesca. This is a perfectly reasonable thing for him to be saying.
By all accounts, everyone hated Huesca. He was a disgraced misanthropic shut-in running questionable experiments for weapons research, who was chomping at the bit to see his beloved security system kill a man. If we soul-reaped everyone who might have had a motive, we could fill a cemetary.
Oh, whoops. It's still over in the lab with its arm on the button that disarms security. You're only supposed to press it, not hold it, so I hope that doesn't accidentally re-arm security at any point. That'd be awkward.
OKAY BUT WHY THO.
You are a weird little dude. But you're not Fink, 'cause you definitely don't have his chiseled jawline. Or his height.
That's horrifying, Vivia. Specifically, the fact that you're so comfortable with this is what's horrifying. How often do you spy on people?
I've been jumping down Desuhiko's throat since the day we met. Were you actually the team pervert this WHOLE TIME!?
Not much to find in the Robot labs. Makes sense. We already got the run-down on Ama-Pal in person when we were here with Desuhiko.
On to Central Lab. If Jawline is still on this floor, this is where he's going to be. He was wearing a lab coat under his cloak. It makes sense that he might blend in with the researchers.
Makoto also didn't seem to want us looking around in here too much. When he was taking us on that weird roundabout route to Huesca, he was getting snippy with us to keep up and not wander off. He was taking his sweet time while also urging us to rush through this room.
Under the "Yakou did it" theory, this could be explained by Yakou wanting the blame to fall somewhere other than on the Nocturnal Agency. Just because he was planning to kill himself, doesn't mean he didn't care what happens to us.
The other option is that Fink wanted to increase security around the lab. It would reduce security elsewhere. But that seems unlikely, given that he seemingly was down here and did kill Huesca. And Yakou for some reason.
Yakou Did It theory intensifies. But does not solidify, as the fatal flaw in Yakou Did It is obvious: If Fink wasn't here then who is Jawline? And if Jawline is Fink then why was he here?
Wouldn't matter if someone was. He hadn't received a food delivery recently. He was considering going with us to try and restock himself when Fink/Yakou got him.
The most esoteric piece of our puzzle. The blackout has to be related to... something. But it's hard to imagine what.
We were with Yakou at the time of the blackout. No idea where Jawline was, of course. It's hard to imagine how useful a blackout would even be. Huesca's systems are on a separate power grid and were unaffected, and you can't use a blackout to unlock a door; Without power, fully automated doors turn into walls.
Everything is more locked when the power's off than when it's on. So what good is a blackout?
Ooo, maybe she ran into Jawline. Do tell.
That sounds like Jawline. It wasn't Yakou; He was with us when the lights went out. Jawline was down here sabotaging the power systems to put us on backup power. But to what end?
We've picked up a lot of additional What, but we're missing huge swathes of How and more importantly Why.
Yeah, we've been over every room with a fine-toothed comb. Unless we want to levitate upstairs and rub our ghost butts in Yomi's face, we're out of avenues to explore.
I mean, I'm down for spirit-mooning Yomi. Everywhere he turns, there will be a ghost butt. I will fill his existence with spirit ass. I. Just. Don't think it would be conducive to our investigation. So I understand if you do not want to, my friend.
That's not true. I can tell you in full certainty that either Yakou did it or it was a man with a jaw. If we find the jaw, we find Fink the Slaughter Artist.
He keeps security logs of his deathtrap corridor, so there may be something interesting on there. All he confirmed for us was that its independent power grid wasn't affected by the blackout. There may be more information to find.
I'm curious to know if he has activation records for his traps. We may be able to confirm whether the gas chamber activated at some point prior to us sending Ama-Pal in.
At this time, my leading theory for how the killer beat the gas chamber is still "He didn't."
You're going on the spirit-mooning list, Desuhiko.
...why? Shinigami's circling something here and I don't know what. She's confident that this is critically important to our case.
While Projecting, you cannot be heard and you cannot possess people. Why does that matter? What could have gone unheard or unpossessed?
Yakou was able to talk to us while on death's door, while we were Projecting. We heard his voice, which you'd think would mean he's dead but he's still hanging in there. Is Yakou Projecting? Can he do that? Is his not-Forte talent something like Yuma's Coalescence? Or am I barking up the wrong tree?
Something about this has flipped Shinigami's OH FUCK radar but I can't for the life of me see what she's seeing.
In any case, we need to access that computer. The problem is that there's a bunch of cops between here and there. The solution to that problem is named Halara Nightmare. And also apparently Vivia Twilight. They both enjoy a bacon-rich breakfast.
But Halara's going to be indisposed because Yakou's heart is going out. Shit. Well, Vivia's still--
Is that the plan!? Yuma's going to solve the Peacekeeper Problem by winging it, then?
Okay. Into the deep end we go.
Don't anyone help me or anything. Halara's doing chest compressions but Vivia's standing around like a useless ponce, and it's not like my Timey-Wimey Bestie's contributing much to this CPR effort. Guess I'll go get shot now.
Don't see what the big deal is about letting people help you when you need it. Humans are social animals. There is no problem-solving resource in the world more valuable than another human being.
"Our hands are full" says the only two hands out of eight that are doing anything. Okay.
THANK YOU. See, Bestie's got a clue. What's she going to do here? Unbreak Yakou's ribs if Halara presses down too hard?
...wait, that is a viable consequence of chest compressions, and Halara's got that cop-chucking strength. Shit. I talked myself out of taking Fubuki with me.
Meanwhile, Vivia refuses to help because he didn't want to investigate this case to begin with. He has been extremely generous for how much he's gone along with it anyway. He's done.
That leaves Desuhiko, who's useless without his bag, and Halara. Emergency CPR seems like a waste of Halara's ass-kicking abilities given the circumstances but. Like. Who else would do it? We want Fubuki or Desuhiko to perform life-saving emergency treatment on the boss man?
*sigh* I can't believe it's come to this. Four able-bodied Master Detectives and not one of them can come pitch in.
FUBUKI!? You think Fubuki is complicit in this? How!? Why!? How!?
She was with us when both murders took place. And her rewind is a full rewind. It doesn't offer any kind of special shenanigans like "The things that took place still happened" or "You stay in one spot as the world rewinds around you" or anything like that. It's a flat time-reversal, no bells or whistles.
She has, by her own admission, done some rewinds that we didn't get to ride-along. Most notably, after we found Yakou's body, Fubuki mentioned that she'd done some rewinding to try and save him but nothing worked out.
At some point during those trips, it's possible that she might have seen Jawline more clearly than we have? That's all I can think of. I can't imagine that Fubuki's complicit but I can imagine that she knows things she hasn't come forward with. Depending on what she's tried, maybe she even got to see Yakou and Jawline fight? I dunno.
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18, 16 and 9 if you don't mind ma'am
9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)
Not before but often during I have to like get up and sort of choreograph movements to make sure they make sense. Or I've had arguments or watched things where someone makes a move that I kind of memorize for later because the 'tism leaves me lacking in a lot of that so I try to take note when I see a new one. I've had my 6'4 friends come in and hold a bolt action rifle from the firearm stash or Google shit like 'tall guy scurries up a tree' because I am not tall but most of my characters are. Also have boned people of specific heights just to see how that works to get the mechanics right lmaooo. But I have so many specific ass settings that I don't usually need to imagine things rip. Autism is fun like that.
16) Do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character?
I feel like I should, but no, it just flops out of me. I've got chronic literary dysentery. it didn't come with a hose so it just flows out and I try to aim lmaooo.
18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?
A side effect of being an archivist is usually I have to do the opposite. I have to go find something not immediately related to where I work so I can make sure I have a link that won't dox my ass because I'm using weird ass specific documents to write some of my shit.
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I think you’re gonna understand this just based on how you’ve written tams so far so I’m saying this to you because I’ve known so many people who are just awful about this but one group of people I’m more fiercely protective over than any other are homeless people. I’ve known so many people who are so hateful towards them and blame them for being homeless or think they’re all drug addicts or crazy which is still like. At that point there should be systems to prevent people that are addicts or mentally ill from ever facing homelessness but either way no one should be homeless, it’s not their fault and it’s a huge punishment for things like “not budgeting”. On top of that I worked at a store where our most stolen product was baby formula at the height of Covid when the prices for them skyrocketed. All of my coworkers were always so infuriating saying that they’re stealing it away from moms to cut their drugs with, none ever considered that maybe they were moms doing anything they could to feed their babies. Anyone who steals food, I never reported or look down on them, they are doing anything they can to feed themselves and I’m not going to stop that. I know how bad homeless shelters are and food banks, I know how common it is for things to be stolen and to get beat up just for being there or raided by police. Sometimes they’d sit outside our store or even shop and my manager wanted me to kick them out. They were never doing anything, most never even asked for money! They needed shade, a roof and ac for a few minutes from the heat or rain! There was a tropical storm once and we were forced to keep the storm open but when homeless people came in they wanted me to kick them out then too, to go where?? They wanted me to throw them back onto the streets in dangerous weather and for what. We got stolen from all the time, genuinely it would’ve made no difference. Most people who stole looked like rich tourists stealing our alcohol or teens stealing makeup but they never said we could kick them out. Likely because they could defend themselves, if nothing less than in court. Maybe it’s because I almost ran away as a kid and I researched into being a homeless child at like 10ish and saw how horrific it was from people who’ve been there before so I stayed home out of fear but I can’t imagine having no sympathy for other people. Even if they steal, how could you blame them? They are just trying to survive. Especially if they steal from Walmarts or targets or whatever, they is about as “ethical stealing” as you can get. I can’t imagine looking at someone who has nothing and does what they can to not starve and just making it to the next day and deciding you hate them and being filled with rage over them being in public. No one would choose that life, I promise they’d love to work and make money if only anyone would hire them. Nothing makes me more filled with rage and sadness than seeing someone hate or be mean and aggressive towards homeless people. The same people have more sympathy over a stray cat than a homeless person and I genuinely don’t understand that
no i completely agree with you on ALL of this it's the basic 'you're closer to becoming homeless than you are to ever becoming a millionaire' like it literally just takes one bad financial turn and that could be you. it really baffles me that if people can't at the very least empathise with homeless people from a humane perspective of the fact they're, oh i dont know, real life actual people with feelings, then you could at least empathise from a self-preservation standpoint because that could be you. that could be you so fucking easily. homeless people have not failed morally to get there. they didn't get judged by some higher power and were found lacking. they are just people. and the same way money breeds money, poverty breeds poverty. if you're homeless, you dont have a home address, which means you can't apply to jobs, which means you can't get an income to GET a home, on and on in a hundred different cycles. it's called the poverty TRAP for a reason.
#ur so real for turning a blind eye to shoplifting IF IT'S A CHAIN IT'S FREE REIGN#i mean baby powder. fucking baby powder. it literally boils my blood to even think about#there has been a collosal failing here but it's not on the homeless people it's that we have a society where this is so prevalent#ask
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omg today i wore heeled boots for the first time to go to work and now i can't stand my feet, i could do an imagine where reader is in a similar situation and viktor suggests a massage, but she doesn't want to bother him, she knows how her research and work are tiring please.Thank you
Hey!!! Sorry this is so late! Life got simultaneously hectic and a little depressing the last week, and I've been giving myself a break from the internet while I recoup. Hopefully however this lives up to expectations!
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Shoes were a mistake.
Shoes were a mistake and you were going to personally find out whoever invented the heel, so you could kill them.
Your feet are a blistered, reddened mess. The boutique girl who had dragged you around rack to rack for hours had insisted; "These are the most fashionable shoes in Piltover at the moment, and they're in your exact size! Everyone will envy you."
Okay, maybe you shouldn't have fallen for that- but who can blame you? Sometimes you want to be the impressive one.
And... maybe you were tired of feeling like you were so plain next to Viktor, dragging him down every time he was subjected to mingling with the highlife around here.
Regardless, all your endeavors earned you were scabs, calves and ankles so sore you could hardly bear to stand, and a decent heap of embarrassment. You were sure you'd injured something.
And the cherry on top? Viktor would be here soon.
You didn't know what to say to him- to describe the stupid predicament you'd put yourself in, you knew he'd be disappointed, or frustrated.
You were about halfway to the kitchen, attempting to start dinner and pretend you didn't want to chew your own legs off when the familiar click of the lock unlatching gently pinged through the apartment.
It was hard to not whip around looking like a moth tranced by flame, offering Viktor your best attempt at a smile, knowing it came out as the nervous contortion of a dog who'd been caught doing something it shouldn't. "Hey there! How was work!?"
Why did you say that- you never ask that, shut up, shut up.
You knew he'd immediately caught on, Viktor was all too perceptive a man for your blundering to go unnoticed. Those pretty golden eyes had narrowed to scrutinizing slits, and as he let the door swing gently shut behind him, he began to take you apart with his mind.
"Love..?" He's not accusatory- yet- his voice soft and imploring, as if talking to a frightened animal.
Fuck, play this cool.
"What?" Your voice comes out squeaky and defensive.
Goddammit.
It's a subtle shift. He pulls himself upright, the comfortable slouch he bore when he feflt safe in your company replaced by the regal mass of his entire height, leg straightening out as he put to work his full authority.
"What happened?"
For a short time you fumble your words, trying futilely to feed him some nonsense about how coworkers had made your life hell today again- but there was no point, the moment you'd gone to take a step your whole body telegraphed the pain you were in like a shining beacon of misery.
He's over in a startling flash- always so much faster than people gave him credit for- than he himself let other people see. Likely something he kept coyly hidden in the event of danger, a trait carried over from his early life.
His free hand is pulling you, steadying you, as he corrals you to the plush couch you share your evenings together on, and as soon as you're planted he's tugging at the plain shoes you'd changed into to see the handiwork of the cursed evil heels.
"Love..." His voice is soft in a way that instills a great deal of shame, those long expert fingers trace over the evidence of your struggle. "What- what happened? What did this?"
The guilty-dog look returns. "...Heels..?"
Were this any other situation, the look on Viktor's face would've been enough to send you into giggle fits. But as it stood, it just made you embarrassed.
"L-Look- I know it's stupid- don't worry about it, I'll be fine-"
"Would a massage help?"
What?
"They are sore, no?" It occurs to you that your thought was uttered out loud, caught off guard by his lack of ire.
"I-I mean, yeah, but-"
"Then let me help."
"Vik- you've been working all day, you're tired-" you deal with more pain than this on a daily basis and never ask for help, let alone something like this.
The prerequisite thought stirred up a new pool of cold shame within your belly. Here you were, crying and moping as if unable to walk over sore ankles and bruised feet, while the man you loved had bolts put into his spine to correct him- wielded a cane to even support his weight on one leg, and he took it all with silence.
Your face turned an unflattering hue.
But Viktor wasn't having any of it, brows furrowed and piercing gaze cutting like glass. "I can afford to spare minutes of my day to make sure you do not feel miserable, my little tinker."
"Vik..."
He did not wait for your approval now, pulling your feet into his lap as he fully discarded his cane against the armrest, nimble and calloused hands dug into the knots of your feet, avoiding areas that were rubbed raw or blistering.
It was conflicting, bouncing between sharp, stabbing pain and the immense relief that followed as he unworked the aches within your legs.
His voice began again, soft and lulling as he worked his masseur magic upon you. "It is okay to need help, tinker.
I want to help you, it makes me feel good to be able to do this for you." He wavers with amusement and something else you can't quite name. "Sometimes it feels as if I am the only one with problems, it's a relief when I can be the one with the solution."
His smile at you is wry and sardonic, layered with that wit you love. But his words ache. "I know you hide things from me, my dear. I will not pester you for them- but I want you to know, no matter what it is..."
His thumb digs, the aching sharp split of a muscle under duress begins to wane.
"Foot aches or anything else- anything more. It would be my pleasure to help you."
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MAG 22 (my beloved!) - still dying my hair
I was immediately "Oh, Martin sounds so nice! The voice fits so well!"
We now know again, where in the timeline we're at! 12th of March 2016! Which was, btw, a Saturday, lol! Yeah yeah, I know, it's a different universe, maybe they started their calendars a day off XD And I don't think, there is any way to tell, how many statements per month or something Jon got through. I really don't think that there was like a pile and every 10th statement is a real one. Sometimes he may have gotten through 2 a week and then 3 weeks nothing. I don't think there is any pattern or regularity to it. Not at this point at least. I can get behind that for S4 maybe…
"and you can vouch for the soundness of my mind, can’t you?" [beat] "That is beside the point." - Jon, you fucking asshole xD
"I like spiders." - Of course you do^^
"with a faint cracking sound, like stepping on an eggshell" - vs. a quote from MAG 6 "The closest I could come would be to say it sounded like… an egg being dropped onto a stone floor"
"I’m not exactly the smallest guy in the world, I know" - and I wanna concentrate on the "I know", he sounds so self-aware of this body type there but so dismissive at the same time. Like enough people already have pointed it out to him and he so fed up about it by now… God, I can imagine! I would very much like to use this bullet point to remind people that there is no one-single-absolute way to be fat and if you don't like someone's style then pls just block the user and move on.
"I swear the edges seemed to move. It was like a… like a, like an undulation, like, like they were being shifted by something." - Shifted by wriggling worms?
"I was heading home when I got to thinking, and I was worried I hadn’t really done enough investigation for you" - This is so painful. To think that Martin probably heard what Jon said about him in MAG 14 (like Jon won't want anyone get chopped up but he didn't care enough for Martin if it were to happened to him… And "useless ass") and then Martin also probably felt bad for declining to research anything on the Laura Popham, MAG 15, case… He's probably just going through the motions of wanting to prove himself (thanks Martin's mother!) and he really wanted to prove himself to Jon there (and he probably also didn't want to get fired) with the Vittery case and paid a very high price for that.
"I just wanted to take a picture of the thing. To prove to you that it happened – you’re always so quick to dismiss these statements and I wanted proof for you." - Awwww…
"That thing jumped literally 6 feet through the air at my face." - I know a lot of people use this when wanting to find out how tall Martin is, but I don't think that word can be taken so seriously. We don't know anything about by what measurements he goes. Does he mean the literal diagonal leap? But we don't now how far he was from the worm? Does he just mean the horizontal distance that lay between him and the worm? Or does he mean the vertical, like how high the worm had do jump to reach his face. Would you, when describing the vertical, just say your height as in top of your head or would you cut down a few centimeters to your face? Would you use the lowest point of your face then, so your chin, or the middle, like your nose, or…?
What is it with canned peaches and podcasts?
"I… like my job. Most of the time." - I already said that I had a boss like Jon for about 6 years and I feel this statement right there very much… I like my job. I just don't like having a target painted on my back for every shit my boss could possibly throw at me.
Jon is still so hard to read for me at this point. He obviously does care here but he remains so composed, he doesn't drop his facade of poshness, not even for a moment. But given his history with Mr. Spider, he feel probably a lot of that guilt bubbling up.
So my thought to this episode in general was: Finally shit's going doooooown!!!
This was the episode that did it for me. After that I couldn't stop thinking about TMA and really genuinely wanted to know what happens next. I really like Prentiss, I also really liked MAG 6, so it's no wonder that the next episode that was about the worms got me hooked. I guess you could say, they were… hookworms!!! (Also Martin, Martin is best! I was on Martin's side from the start. Always have been.)
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borderline personality disorder
✰✰✰WARNING: DISCUSSION OF MENTAL HEALTH, ABUSE, SELF-IMAGE ISSUES, SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATIONS, AND EMOTIONAL TRIGGERS. If this is something that will put you in the wrong headspace then please do not interact. I am writing this to educate others about what goes on in MY day to day life.✰✰✰
Hello everyone, I am taking a small break from my usual content to post something that will educate others on something important in my life. Borderline personality disorder, BPD as most people know it, or Borderlines; the term used to categorize us with this mental disorder.
I want to be very clear that what I am writing is my experience with BPD; it can and will differ from person to person. I am going to write about how I learned about BPD, and how it differs from common misconceptions.
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To start off; "borderline" is a very stigmatizing word when defining this disorder, it makes me personally feel like everyone sees me as unstable or as an individual looking for attention. Borderline personality disorder sounds unpleasant, I know when I first was clinically diagnosed I thought they were telling me I had split personalities. This was because I did not understand BPD, and I was automatically assuming the worse. Which people do all the time with BPD. However, surprise surprise! BPD isn't what my preconceived notation of it was. From talking in therapy, reading some books from the library to researching BPD, I learned BPD is way more than I could have ever imagined.
I learned that BPD is actually what I had previously assumed Bipolar Disorder was, also fun fact the misconceptions surrounding BPD will lead other Borderlines to be misdiagnosed and treated for Bipolar Disorder instead. COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Bipolar disorder is a mood disorder versus Borderline Personality Disorder is a personality disorder.
People clinically diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder experience many manic episodes or episodes of depression, which is ultimately how a person is diagnosed. Over time, for a person who is Bipolar, these mania episodes happen days, weeks, and months at a time.
People clinically diagnosed with BPD experience major mood swings in a day, but our disorder is not diagnosed this way. Instead, it will be diagnosed through a series of how we act in situations. This is where I am going to talk about my personal experience with BPD and how I got diagnosed.
I learned BPD was caused by environmental factors, meaning for me it was because I was neglected and abused as a child. I was manipulated, and surrounded by other people who were not fit to be taking care of a child. Ever since I was a child I never once had a "mild" emotion. I was either so happy I could solve all the world's problems, so sad I could drown myself in my bathtub, or so mad that I could fist fight grown men. There was no middle ground for my emotions, everything was extreme and suffocating, and to this day I still experience this, and it isn't just over the course of days, weeks, or months. I experience all these mood shifts and extremes multiple times in one day. Because of literally everything I just said, everyone in my life told me I was Bipolar, I even began to believe them, but there was more to what was going on than those people looking in could see.
For example, impulsive and reckless behaviors. Actions I was doing that caused harm to myself. Binge eating, substance abuse, and other dangerous behaviors. This happens when I am at the height of emotion, whether it is sad, happy, mad, etc.
Oftentimes this would lead to self-harm, something I picked up really young and didn't stop until I was 18 almost 19. This ranged from cutting, burning, to even pulling out my hair. I don't know how to explain why I did it, and that's part of the reason why BPD is such a difficult disorder for someone to deal with. I know my emotions are extreme and how I respond to them is extreme, but it is hard to notice and acknowledge the difficulty when I am experiencing such intense emotions. During these times with my extreme reactions to how I was feeling, I would also have suicidal ideations, which is very common among people with BPD. I still struggle with this on a day-to-day basis, it crosses my mind at least twice a day, but I am learning that what I am feeling at that moment is not the end all, be all. I am learning to acknowledge and understand that not everyone is out to get me, and that the universe isn't working against me.
Because I constantly feel like people are against me, this has led to unstable relationships with family, friends, and people I get intimate with. Instead of getting to know someone in an intimate way, I cut them off right as they show interest, being that close to someone quite literally makes me panic. I've never been able to be in a relationship, and I am just not learning it is because of BPD and the fact I cannot trust anyone.
(I don't feel like I have to explain the unstable relationships with family members, I feel like that is a given with a person who has experienced trauma. We are also in the age where more and more people are standing up and communicating when there are unstable happenings in their home life.)
Along with not trusting anyone, I find myself alone far too often. Leads me down a path of being lonely and isolated, which ultimately becomes a chronic feeling of emptiness. Which, in case you didn't know; chronic feelings of emptiness will lead to disassociation. This literally becomes the issue of, I don't feel like I am real. I can't process what I am seeing or hearing as real, and I have a difficult time acknowledging and understanding how I am feeling.
My day-to-day life has been affected by BPD, and I am not able to talk about it with others because plenty of people do not fully understand what BPD means. I can't talk to the people I see every day about this because my feelings are always invalidated and ignored; however, I can tell YOU, so you understand I am not ignoring your messages or requests. Life quietly literally becomes so suffocating, and everything I feel is so intense I can't commit myself to anything other than just focusing on keeping myself stable. I am posting this in hopes to educate YOU, so YOU know how a friend or family member is feeling. BPD is never talked about and no one ever understands the true depth that goes along with this disorder. I want others to understand that we, Borderlines, don't quite understand what we are feeling either and a little patience would be appreciated as we navigate through tough times. This is my attempt to raise awareness for myself, and other people struggling with Borderline Personality Disorder.
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You are not alone, and you are so loved.
Sincerely,
Your Local Borderline.
#bpd#borderline thoughts#borderline personality problems#borderline personality traits#borderline personality disorder
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never seen the ocean, never seen the tides
@undynedevotion told me about this post (specifically the "ADHD selkie losing their skin" part) and it sort of bloomed into this idea that I spent the next three hours feverishly typing up. It has nothing to do with the original fandom, but still, thank you @penandinkprincess for the inspiration!
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I caught her trying to break into my laptop at three in the morning.
I've always been a light sleeper, especially when I've been alone on a research trip for long enough to go just a little strange. The random-access connections and stray thoughts that would ordinarily get inflicted on a coworker or a hapless grad student just build up pressure, churning into turbulence where there should only be still, placid sleep. So when furtive typing sounds started up from the equipment tent, I was awake to hear it.
I threw on a hoodie and a raincoat and stepped out. Summer nights in Orkney aren't frigid, but they're wet and cool, and the urge to go back to my warm, dry sleeping bag was stronger than I'd like to admit. Surely nobody was on my laptop, not on an island four miles off the coast, populated only by seals and terns. (The Arctic tern is a pretty impressive bird, but computer skills are not usually listed on its CV.) I was imagining things, and I should have gone back to bed.
But as soon as the tent flap fell behind me, I knew I wasn't making anything up. There was a light on in the equipment tent that there shouldn’t have been, and... yep, that was typing. And a human silhouette, projected on the white polyamide wall of the equipment tent.
I pulled myself up to full height (tall, but even five years after my Ph.D. I had the physique of an underfed grad student; I'd take whatever intimidation I could get) and pulled back the flap.
I don't know what I had been expecting, but a naked woman with long, night-black hair wrapped in a silver space blanket wasn't it. The blanket wasn't hiding all that much of the warm brown skin underneath. I also wasn't expecting her to scream, and I don't think she was expecting me to scream back.
After an embarrassingly long volley of startled shouts (never mind the other reason I was embarrassed) and a moment to catch my breath, I said "Who are you--" at the same moment she said "I'm sorry--"
"Wait, no, you first," she said. Weirdly polite. Way more polite than I would have been if I'd just broken into someone else's field research station. She was looking me straight in the eyes, too, and even with the fundamental distraction of very pretty woman not wearing very much I couldn't look away from those eyes. They were dark gray, liquid, and I'd compare them to a stormy sea, if I wanted to make the sea feel small.
"Who are you," I repeated, "And why are you in my tent? And..." I looked over at the first aid kit for the first time. Ah. That's where she'd gotten the blanket. So she came in here completely naked. What the hell. Oh, and there was the other thing. "And how did you unlock my laptop?"
"Oh!" she said. "There was a zero-day exploit on this distro of Linux that they patched out pretty quick, but I thought I'd just give it a shot, because you know, a lot of people don't upgrade security features on field equipment like this, and it gave me root access right quick. It's actually a pretty clever little thing, it's a buffer overflow in the text handler that lets you write the password salt to... uh..." The words had come out like a tidal wave, not especially fast but somehow inexorable, until they stumbled to a stop. "Sorry. I hacked in."
I blinked. "But. Why?"
"I didn't want to bother you. I promise, if it hadn't worked, I would have woken you up." She smiled at me, as though all of... this... wasn't happening.
"That's not... actually an answer," I said, feeling increasingly surreal in this conversation.
"I need your help," she said, and looked away for the first time. "Um. I lost something. A... seal took it."
"A seal took it."
"A specific seal."
I rubbed my face. "Did the seal take your clothing, too?"
The grin intensified, blinding and bright like an overcast sky. "Funny you should mention!"
Okay. I took stock. Literally none of her story or situation makes any goddamn sense at all -- not the part she told, and not the part I can see for myself. But at the same time, I wasn't getting even a hint of malice off of her. I'm not the best at reading social cues, any of my ex-girlfriends would be happy to tell you, but even then, absolutely nothing. And on a more rational level, I had absolutely no idea what she could possibly have to gain by lying to me.
I'd been stuck on this rock for two weeks, tracking migration patterns, and I was going a little crazy. I was pretty sure she wasn't a poacher or something like that. So what was the harm?
(It's certainly irrelevant that even after months of doing research here, I was a sucker for a Scottish accent.)
"...okay," I said, carefully. "So what do you need my help with?"
"Like I said. A specific seal, um, took my stuff. And I need it back. And it was... it might have been a seal that you put a GPS tracker tag on? Like last week? So I was just going to, um, hack in and find it."
"That's not how the tags work," I said. "They store and log GPS data, but they don't transmit it. They have a tracker signal so you can find it, but they're not constantly broadcasting their coordinates to a satellite or anything. That's why they send sleep-deprived postdocs out here, not just to tag them, but also to track down any of them that have been previously tagged and redownload the data."
"Oh." She deflated, and shivered a bit under the blanket. "So you can't tell me where my... where the seal is."
I don't know if it was the salt air filling my nose, or the way the emergency light glinted off the tears at the corner of her eyes, or just my subconscious finally getting my attention, but a voice in the back of my head whispered a single word.
There was no way, right? I'm a woman of science, dammit. Cryptids and folk legends are great to read about but they're impossible, they're out of lockstep with everything we know about biology and physics and basic fucking reality, there was absolutely not a chance in hell that--
"Are you a selkie?"
She flinched. "I -- How -- No, of course not!"
Fuck, she was a worse liar than me.
"All right," I said. "Don't lose hope. I have a Zodiac here, and if you remember vaguely where this seal is, we should be able to use the tracker to find it. I'm Jackie, by the way."
She brightened again. "Aoife. And thank you."
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I found Aoife some clothing that would suit. She was shorter and curvier than me, but I was mostly living out of comfortable, rugged stuff while researching, and we made do. I offered her my spare pair of boots, but she declined. Probably just because they would have been way too big for her, but every little odd behavior from her made me wonder. Was it rude to offer one of the fair folk a pair of shoes? Did selkies even count? Had I mortally offended her, and she was just too nice to say anything?
She kept up the pretense for a little while longer as I got the boat inflated and started gathering my things for our expedition, but I'd caught her out and she knew it. Still, it wasn't like she talked all that much about her status as a being of myth; she talked a lot, but it was mostly about her interest in computers, and questions about what I was doing.
Neurodivergent folks know what it's like to run into someone else like you at a party, someone who talks as excitedly about their thing as you do yours, and how exhilarating, how connecting that kind of conversation can be. We were on a little rock off the north of Scotland and not a college house party, but everything else was the same. My thing is migration patterns. Hers, as it turned out, was type-safe programming languages. Never thought a selkie would be the person to teach me about Haskell -- but I would bet she didn't expect to learn today about the history of human understanding of migration.
"Wait," she said. "You're taking the piss."
"Nope," I said. I paused for a bit to haul the outboard motor into position in the back of the boat. "Cross my heart. Medieval bestiaries said that barnacle geese hatched from goose barnacles. They didn't know about migration, so they had to have some explanation of where geese went on the off-season."
"But they look nothing alike!"
"At the risk of defending my species' goofy beliefs too much, neither do birds and eggs. If you'd never heard of an egg before, and I told you they turned into birds, you wouldn't believe me."
She scoffed and sucked her arms back in the long sleeves of her borrowed hoodie. "They had chickens, didn't they?"
"Sure, they knew some birds hatched from eggs. But it was pretty easy to just say whatever you wanted back then. Aristotle did it all the time, and people just went along with it for thousands of years without checking."
"Ech." Aoife rolled her eyes and dropped into what sounded, to my untrained Canadian ears, like a pretty good imitation of a posh RP accent. "Ah, yes, learnèd men know that some birds come from eggs, and some come from... from..." Her natural brogue flooded back in. "From weird-looking rocks. That wiggle."
I laughed. "Hey. That's why I do what I do."
"You know," she said, "some of us, you don't need to do the whole... tagging thing. You could just ask."
"Like you asked to use my laptop?"
"Okay," she said, "that's fair."
"Besides, if I hadn't, I wouldn't be able to help you." I hauled the boat the last few feet over the rocky shore and stepped over the side. "C'mon. Hop in."
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The tracker wasn't terribly precise. Her memory of where she had left her skin was close enough to get in range, but the thing only had the ability to show signal strength. We had to do the old hot-cold-game triangulation dance with it, which was tough on an inflatable outrigger with only the barest hint of dawn peeking over the horizon. It left a lot of time for chatting, and a little for companionable silence, and even some spare seconds for a wistful gaze or two.
Eventually, we decided it would be easier when we hit land. We found a little cove, a bit gentler than the sheer rocky cliffs that surrounded this island. It was bigger than the one I had been calling home, but still definitely uninhabited. It was the kind of island that, if anyone lived there, you'd think it would be a grizzled lighthouse keeper, stepping directly out of a Herman Melville pastiche. Not a cute selkie who knows way too much about polymorphic programming.
"Oh," she said, as we got close to the shore. "This is it. I remember this place. It should be, uh..." She gestured somewhere off to our left. "Can you land over there?"
"Sure." I wasn't a master at handling the boat, but I got us in the right neighborhood. Aoife got more and more excited the closer we got, bouncing her legs up and down, and I was pretty sure she would have just bailed out right then if she wasn't worried about getting my clothes wet.
Sure enough, when we landed, she grabbed the handheld tracker and launched out over the side. Aoife streaked across the rocky sand and around a big rock, heedless of her bare feet. The tracker's beeping increased in frequency as she ran, until the beeps became a constant tone in the night breeze, like a weird mechanical birdcall. I made sure the boat wasn't going to float away first, which took longer than I thought, then trudged along after her. The full moon peeked out from between some clouds on the western horizon, casting Aoife's footprints on the sand in a mystic light. It was superstition, but it was stronger than my rationality at the moment; she was like a story given form, and while I followed after her, I was careful not to step on her tracks.
By the time I got to her, she had already shed the clothes I had given her, and folded them in a neat pile on a nearby rock, with the tracker on top. She stood with a cloak held around her shoulders, a cloak that looked like the night and the sea and like it wasn't quite there. Her eyes were huge and bright, and she smiled at me.
"You found it," I said. The words felt dumb and clunky, but I'm not a poet, and I had to say something.
"Thanks, Jackie," Aoife said. She moved to me, deceptively fast, quicker than I could react. She went up on tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. It felt like silk and smelled like the sea, and by the time my wits came back to me, she was already running towards the shore, wild, legs pumping.
She leaped, and something shifted, but it was too fast for me to see. A dark shape slid into the water, leaving only ripples.
I watched those ripples fade into the soft churn of the sea, and then I turned back to collect the things she'd left behind.
When I looked closer, I could see beside the boxy ruggedized plastic of the tracker, was a smaller piece of electronics. I knew it well -- after all, I had been the one to give it to her in the first place.
On a whim, I held the tracker up to the tag, and pushed the download tracking data button that popped up on the screen.
A little box came up, one that I was used to seeing full of the digits of latitude and longitude, but it had text in it this time. An email address, and a message.
I thought you might want this back. But next time, if you want to know where I am, you can just email me, and I can tell you over dinner?
-Aoife
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Here's my description for the Matchup trade! Love you boo 😘
We probably met because I helped him study or we met at a local D&D store I was working at, just as an idea :)
I'm 19 years old, biromantic asexual (though demisexual for Eddie lol) with Autism and ADHD
Currently studying to become a TV and Cartoon writer. But in the 80s I would've probably been a writer for science fiction/fantasy magazines or something
I get nervous really easily but once you play D&D or talk about shared interests with me, I become super excitable and open. I tell amazing stories because I have so many weird ones
I'm blunt and forward but blushy about it, and really good at making funny comments
I'm also really good at giving advice according to others. But that doesn't mean I'm good at following it lmao
My love language is physical touch
Hobbies include Tarot Reading, Drawing, Writing, Researching and Dungeons & Dragons
I have wild wavy brown hair, glasses, a slender and toned build and lots of moles
I'm 4' 11" tall, so I'd barely come up to his shoulder. I'm canonically shorter than Dustin
And here's the height difference between me and Eddie btw :)
Thanks so much honey! I'll get started on your matchup as soon as possible!
Hello hello Tori!
I really had fun writing these, Eddie is such a fun characters to write for- and just so fun in general. I really hope you enjoy these!!
Love you too! 💕💕
He is SO happy to have you in his life, you are the best things that happened to him in SO long.
The fact that you both have interests in the same things is just pure perfection for him.
I imagine him a really good artist so he loves to draw with you and give you drawings he made as gifts.
Draw on him, he loves it.
He is fascinated by all the myths, foklores and mythological stuffs you know and just want you to infodumps on him.
Please do it he loves the sounds of your voice.
And loves to see you get all excited.
Can't. Stop. Talking. DnD. With. You.
Not that you mind, and he doesn't. He loves how happy and passionate you become when you talk about your characters and ideas!!
No worries- you are 100% playing with him and the Hellfire club. He doesn't want you to feel left out.
After all he's the Dungeon Master and their leader, he choose who's in and who's out.
He loves when you help him find ideas for his campaigns and to make the other members suffer.
Because honestly… it's fun to watch them freak out.
Calls you his little cleric.
Do a Tarot Reading for him and he will get so happy.
He enjoy looking at the cards a lots, he just find them so pretty.
But he mostly looks at you tbh.
"What are you doing?" "Am I not allowed to look at my adorable partner?"
LOVES TO MAKE YOU BLUSH IT'S INSANE.
Expect a lots of kisses on your cheeks and nose when you do blush.
He ask Robin about ADHD, read about ADHD, anything to learn more about you.
Really love to hugs you, at first he wasn't sure. Not only he didn't know if you would be comfy or like it plus the fact that he is quite taller compared to you and was scared he would hurt you. But since the moment you reassured him, he doesn't let go.
He just loves holding you against his chest, or take you in his arms, or cuddles you.
Enjoy spooning and really likes being the little spoon because he think it's just so adorable how you nuzzle against his back.
Think your size is adorable and he find it even more adorable (and a bit amusing) that you are smaller than Dustin.
Trust me, he can and he WILL give you ideas for your writing. He is a big fantasy and sci-fi lovers.
Dustin loves you, he is so happy his friend found someone!!
The three of you are the LOTR trio because the nerd energy you all have is HUGE.
Steve is confused when he is hanging out with you lol. (he doesn't get the references)
Arcade dates!! Movie Nights at his trailer!! Ice cream dates!!
Really loves to play with your hair and he loves when you play with his!! You can also braid it!
His uncle loves you and he is so happy his nephew found such a sweet and caring person.
Think your glasses makes you SO adorable as well as your moles.
100% play guitar for you and if you want he can even teach you!
I headcanon Eddie as being bisexual so when he learn that you are too, he is so happy!!
He prefer to keep it just between the both of you. He wouldn't want you to get harassed or bullied. He doesn't care if HE get called the freak but he refuse YOU get called like that. He is very protective!
Also, demisexual??? He doesn't get it exactly what it is but he is supportive. With a bit of explanations, he will understanding what it is a bit more and will make sure everything he do never makes you uncomfortable.
If you are ever for it, trust me, your first time with him is SO sweet. He is very patient and caring and loves you too much to hurt you and would never forgive himself if he did.
Overall 100% would love and date because this guy is an amazing, supportive and loving boyfriend.
#tolkien-fantasy#uhh lmao i haven't tagged my stuffs in so long i forgot my tags rip#uhhh#my stuffs#my writing#my posts
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