#i end up feeling like i'm just wasting people's time and that they'd rather be anywhere else

[miss-celestial-being]

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x gn!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: my life atm + my dreams :')

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: self-indulgent, probably really bad, not edited, honestly didnt know how to end it, talks about self-worth, fluff

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.5k

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠:

this is fully, 100% self-indulgent i was gonna stop writing this hallway through but decided to finish it enjoy my emotional baggage <3

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The sun is far too hot for spring. The clouds are few and sparse. You look up at the sky and huff at the light shining brightly inhy6jm7u your eyes. You look down at your book again, cursing the giant star for turning your pages a bright white, and silently suffer as you wish you had remembered your sunglasses. You sigh and close your book defeatedly, the corner of the page snagging and folding slightly. Just as you feel this day couldn't get any worse, you look up to find your friend and her boyfriend walking toward you from the cafeteria.

"Hey," Your friend says as she sits across from you. You remember a time when she'd sit beside you as you laughed at something your shared English teacher did, but now your seat is taken by the person forced into your circle. You smile back, squinting through the blinding rays. You pick up your headphones from their spot resting on your shoulders and place them over your ears, pressing play on your walkman as your friend's boyfriend begins droning on about his awesome life and awesome spots game and whatnot, holding your friend far too close to be appropriate for school.

You shield your book with your body, hoping to block the words enough to read them. Every day has been like this since the school year started; like an insufferable cycle that started with your lack of contact with your only friend over the summer. Whilst you were wasting away in your room, barely holding yourself together, your friend started dating the boy she hated the year prior. And on top of that, she only told you when you all went to the campus before school started to pick up your schedules; they had been dating for over a month already.

You look at the ground, your book still open to the same page it had been on thirty minutes ago and your mind wanders. You know this is your fault; if you had made more friends, if you were more likable, if you had kept in touch, if, if, if. The bell rings and you stand robotically. It's become a habit, leaving the moment that deafening sound echoes throughout the school. The sweet relief of leaving the bleachers, of leaving the space that makes you feel like you're worthless or unimportant.

When you pass people you know from class, they wave politely and you put on that same fake smile you've mastered. You stop at your locker and that smile falls, the vandalized metal acting as a shield for your pain. You open your backpack and switch out your textbooks as you do every day before heading to your next and final class. Head down, feet moving rhythmically; left, right, left, right. You stop at your math classroom and close your eyes as you fall into your seat at the back of the class.

The bell rings again a few minutes later and your eyes snap open as your teacher begins class. The seats around you are mostly empty with half the class deciding they'd rather fail than come to this mental health death sentence. You don't blame them, really, but your grades are already bad as it is, and your mom has been riding your ass on fixing them, and if you fail this semester, you won't get the credits you need to leave this heaping pile of shit that is high school, that is your life, that is everything you are in this place.

Your mind goes numb as you put your pencil to your paper and begin copying the equations the teacher wrote. "Shit, sorry," You head from the front of the class and your eyes flick up to find a mess of curls flying through the doorway, "Sorry I'm late. I was all the way across the school when the bell rang." The teacher looks down his nose at the person and sighs as he takes the late slip from their hand, "Go to your seat, Mr. Munson. And watch your language in my class, or that'll be another detention." The boy nods with an apologetic crooked grin and you watch as he walks to the back of the class. He glances at you and you quickly look back to the board, ignoring the shuffling sounds beside you as he sits in the empty seat next to you.

"I'm Eddie," The boy whispers loudly as he leans closer, his eyes trained on you. You look away from the board and turn your head, eyes nearly crossing as you find his face inches from yours. He pulls back with that intoxicating smile and he looks to the front of the class, twirling his pen absentmindedly. You mumble your name and he hums as he looks back at you, "Didn't catch that," He says and you clear your throat as you spot the teacher eyeing you. You look down at your notes and wait a few seconds before repeating, a little louder this time. He--Eddie--repeats it, as though testing it out on his lips, and you watch as his mouth moves to shape each letter, your stomach doing flips with every syllable.

He leans over to glance at your notes, copying them down messily as he attempts to catch up with whatever he missed in the minutes he was late. "Mr. Munson, I suggest you keep your eyes on the board. You've already failed this class once, would you like a repeat of last year?" You frown and will yourself to speak up, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before saying, "I was just lending him my notes since he was late." The teacher hums, "Well, then, I would prefer if you'd do so on your own time." He continues with the lesson and you continue writing your notes, now adding as much detail and instruction as you can possibly manage, trying your best to ignore the looks you receive from the class, as well as the boy beside you.

The bell rings again an hour later and you jump slightly as your papers fall out of your folder; the cardstock has nearly disintegrated after years of putting it through the works. "Shit," You mumble as you bend down to pick them up, praying to whatever deity will listen that you don't start crying in front of everybody. You find yourself accompanied on the floor and you look up through your unshed tears. "Here," Eddie says as he hands you a stack of crumpled papers. You thank him quietly and take the worksheets from his calloused hands, your fingers brushing his, sending a chill down your spine.

"If you need those notes," You say after shoving your things into your backpack, "I would lend them to you." He smiles, "I don't think notes are gonna help me much at this point, but thanks for the offer." Silence falls over you as you walk through the halls toward the exit of the school until you finally break it, "I could help you," You mumble, "If you're struggling. I don't have the best grades to prove it, but I understand the concepts." "That'd be great," His grin reaches his eyes and it lights up the room, and, deep down, you wonder what it feels like to smile for real, despite having felt it at some point. He continues, "I have my club on Tuesday nights, but I'm free every other day after school. Or if you want, we could work in the library at lunch?" You nod almost too quickly at the opportunity to spend lunches anywhere but the bleachers. "I can do lunch," You reply and his grin widens, "Great, do you wanna start tomorrow?" You nod in response as you look down at the ground, watching as your feet move left, right, left, right, left, right.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," Eddie waves as he walks in the direction of his van; the brown vehicle sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the slew of Mustangs and BMWs. You wave back just as he turns and your hand drops in time with your faint smile as you begin your walk home.

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"Hey," Eddie calls out, gaining a dirty look from the librarian. You're cheeks grow hot as you wave and sit beside him. You look down at the stacked textbooks and notebooks and you frown, "I'm sorry," You say, "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He shakes his head, "No, no, no, I got here early. Figured I could catch up on some work for other classes while I waited. So far I've finished half of one assignment in the last hour, but progress is progress." You exhale through your nose amusedly as you take a seat beside him. "Did you skip class?" "Nah," He replies, "I have a free period. They only make you retake Gym so many times," He leans in close, "I'm not exactly the most athletic person if you hadn't noticed." "I hadn't," You say under your breath, gaze glued to his lips before you turn your head away just as his lips twitch with a small smile.

You talk him through a few formulas and help him work through some problems before the bell cuts you off with a deafening shriek. "Whelp," Eddie sighs, "That's time. This was fun-- which is something I never thought I'd say about math," He snickers at his own words and you smile fondly at his expression. "I had fun too," You smile at your shoes as you walk side-by-side to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow? We have a test, right? Maybe you could tutor me again during lunch so I'm prepared." You agree before you part ways, your smile finally reaching your eyes in a way that feels foreign yet so, so right.

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"Hey," Eddie calls out just like yesterday, and, just like yesterday, the librarian sends him a dirty look, although it has softened just a smidge. "How was your day?" The boy asks and you reply with a simple 'good'. He groans, "That's not an answer, sweetheart." "It was, though," You reply, shrugging. "Tell me about it," He prompts, "Did you do anything fun? Did everyone absolutely suck like they always do in this prison?" You laugh, "It was just kinda boring." "'Was', So it's not anymore?" Your eyes lock with his and your smile remains as you shake your head, "Not in the slightest." "You flatter me, really."

With your chairs scooted just barely closer than yesterday, you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of his arm brushing yours.

"That's just about as much as I know," You finally say with another thirty minutes before the bell, "If you fail, we both fail." "Maybe it'll be more fun with you." You smile bashfully as you close your textbook. "You should hang out at my table at lunch. It's usually just for club members, but we could make an exception." You freeze. Your body immediately goes to decline, your head shaking involuntarily. "I don't want to intrude," You sputter as you watch his face fall in disappointment.

You do this to every good thing; ruin it. You wash away any good, wipe away the smiles of those around you with your presence. You're a hazard, a threat to any joy in a person. You don't deserve this happiness if all you do is ruin it for others, if all you do is ruin everything.

Eddie shakes his head in protest, "You wouldn't be intruding. I want you there. I'm sure the others would like you." His breathtaking smile graces your soul once again and your thoughts fade into nothing but giddiness as your gaze locks onto his lips. "Okay," You hear yourself whisper before you can register what that means for you, for Eddie and his friends, for your friend--if she could still be called that. Eddie's smile grows again and your worries disappear as a twin smile forms on your own face.

The bell cuts off the force that seemed to be pulling you closer to the boy before you and you clear your throat as you pack up your things. Your hand brushes his as you walk to Math class, the two of you are both immensely unprepared for the test, but none of that matters.

After you turn in the test to the front, you sit down next to Eddie and he quickly scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

'want to go a ride home after school?'

You look up at his anxious smile and nod as you hand the paper back, the word 'yes' written beneath his own sloppy writing. He takes it back before the teacher yells at the class, "There will be no passing of notes during a test." You and Eddie share a look, hiding your laugh behind your hand as you await the bell.

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"I know it's a little unconventional, but she gets the job done," Eddie says as he taps on the dented metal on the side of his van after helping you into the passenger seat. "Thanks for driving me," You say as you pull the seatbelt across your body. "No problem, sweetheart," You want to kiss him senseless whenever he calls you that. Your heart races and your palms go sweaty, and if you weren't in high school, you'd fear it were a heart attack with the way your heart skips a beat.

You tell him your address and lean against your hand with your arm resting on the center console. "Do you wanna make a small detour?" Eddie asks after a quiet moment. You shrug, "Sure, where to?" "I thought we could stop at this one place near Lover's Lake." Your eyebrows furrow, "You mean the town hookup spot?" You ask and he nearly chokes as he finds his words, "No, I--" He clears his throat, "It's a small beach just outside the trailer park." You hum, "Never been." "I found it when I was younger. Never seen anyone there when I go, so I don't think many people know about it."

He stops at the next stop sign and turns to you, awaiting your answer before he continues. You look into his eyes, nodding as you smile softly, and he skips the turn to your neighborhood as he keeps straight. He drives for a few minutes more before turning into a narrow path that was definitely not made for cars. You now understand the scratches in the paint.

"We're here," He says as he stops the car and you look at the water run over the pebble-filled sand through the windshield. You smile at the peaceful view and look to your left to speak when you're cut off with lips pressing to yours, a hand resting on your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into the kiss, smiling softly and you silently reassure yourself that you won't ruin this; not when you have him to distract you from your faults with one lopsided smile.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #boredbeeswrite

[idolelysia]

remember who owns you. (kafblade nsfw drabble, 18+)

prompt: next time we get into an argument, i'm reminding you that I took your virginity.

saw the above and don't mind if i do <3

read under cut. kafka x blade, smut, sub blade. edging. plays into sociopathic kafka.

things get heated sometimes.

like when that darkness inside blade needs to be tamed; the one thing that ties him to kafka, keeps her by his side. of course, kafka gets something in return. a partner in crime who is indestructible, who is the perfect bodyguard to accompany her most dangerous, ambitious missions. blade is so much of the reason she operates with cool, collected confidence.

there's more, too. the way she can turn him into putty in her hands. he's wrapped around her little finger, answers her beck and call. he relies on her for the most basic of needs - inner calm. and so, he's not just a blade, a weapon of destruction for her to use in battle. no, there's so much more he can do for her.

the tears in his eyes when she touches him, slowly milking his cock or playing with his balls while she looks him in the eye and deepthroats him, sometimes sliding her hands around the small of his back, digging her nails into his skin and giggling at his pathetic wince before she even slips a finger in his asshole. that turns the whine into a moan; and it never takes long for him to cum. he always cums too soon.

especially when things get heated.

tonight is like the first time she'd ever subdued him with sex. he's been getting aggressive, talking back rather than setting about his work in stoic silence. he's resigned to working to meet the stellaron hunter's goals so that elio can grant him his wish for a funeral of his own - so something is seriously amiss when he loses focus. kafka learned that her spirit whisper wasn't the only thing that could help him.

whatever blade had been through or done with people in his previous life didn't matter to her. he's an amnesiac, immortal being bound to her for the rest of his existence. and he's all hers.

"bladie," she whispers; a patronising, sickly sweet nickname that she knows gets his cock throbbing in his pants, because the first time she called him that was the first time they'd fucked. "if you want my cunt that bad, you can come and beg for it like the pathetic pup you are. don't waste your energy on fighting with me, it always ends the same way."

he scowls as if he wants to push her, but his red eyes meet hers, and his lips part; his knees suddenly feel like jelly, and his voice shakes - "sorry, s-sorry, mommy...,"

"there's a good boy."

kafka raises an eyebrow, before reaching out to place her hand on his chest. he sinks to his knees at the touch, and then down onto his back, caring not about the uncomfortable concrete floor. kafka nods her approval, looking him up and down before fixing her gaze on his crotch. his grey trousers, so useless, so unnecessary... she licks her lips, tutting at him. "bladie. come on now. show me what mommy does to you."

blade has been stunned to silence and into submission. kafka doesn't just enjoy seeing him like this because it turns her on - any being weak and pathetic and desperate for her will do when she feels the need, after all - but because she has a level of care for him, maybe those feelings are entirely superficial and born not from affection but from how their relationship is mutually beneficial, but regardless, they exist. and knowing that blade can submit to her and let go is the ultimate proof that he trusts her, relies on her, needs her. and thus, she can rely on him. to put himself in harms way, to spare her pain and death, because he cannot experience the latter.

"good boy," she repeats the words of praise as she watches him squirm out of his pants and underwear; his thick cock stiff and delectable, her most favorite toy of late. "isn't that sweet," kafka coos. "how do you get any work done when just hearing my voice turns you into such a pathetic little thing?"

she wonders what method of teasing him will bring her joy today. painstakingly edging him, warning him not to cum and punishing him (the kind that results in red hand marks and scratches on his ass, his thighs, his face) when he inevitably does?

that's usually a favorite.

but there's something in the sound of his tiny, hitched breaths when she licks her lips at him that puts her in an entirely different mood.

"bladie...," kafka puts her finger to her lips as if contemplating something, before shedding her coat; letting it fall to the ground as if it wasn't a priceless antique. "i was thinking to myself recently."

"mh - mhhm?"

a broken man with a broken mind. bandages and scars and dead eyes to prove it. kafka knows she has the power to add more where those came from - that ultimately, she could do more harm than good to his fragile psyche.

that's the fun of it.

"i was thinking, goodness, next time bladie gets a little ratty with mommy, she might have to remind him who's boss. just because i gave you a taste of me doesn't mean i don't have the power to take it away...,"

she lets a sly grin spread across her face, walks towards him and leans down, whispering the words so close to his face that he can feel her hot breath on his skin. it sends shivers down the back of his neck. "and believe me. you've only had a taste of what i can do to you."

#hsr smut #blade smut #kafka smut #kafblade #kafblade smut #hsr #mara.txt #kafka x blade #sociopath kafka #sub blade #*

[lazaruspiss]

Begging for jaydick headcanons because I'm also a Jaydick hoe 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

where do i begin. horny? horny probably.

Dick bottoms like 90% of the time but as far as any dom/sub things go those two are the switches to end all switches. both need to be told they're a Good Boy while getting the soul fucked out of em and both need to dote on the other and remind them how much they like (love) them.

i think they'd also both have a bit of a sadistic streak, but Dick is the only masochistic one. i don't think Jason would be too big on being roughed up in a sexual context, i just can't picture it. no physical roughness, no particularly intense degradation, but that just means Dick has to get creative lol. though on the subject Dick also wouldn't /like/ feeding his own sadism.

i have a fair few sadist Dick thoughts based of off the times in canon where he hurts someone, recognizes that he enjoys it, and express at least some level of disapproval towards himself for feeling that way. no one really talks about how Dick does seem to, yknow, like fighting. not bc he's some angry violent asshole or bc it's violence for the greater good, but just bc it scratches the ever persistent adrenaline need in his brain.

hmmmm. Dick getting fed up with Jason being too thoughtful. we're gonna tread a tiny bit into projection territory but stick with me. when someone spends too much time being used by people or constantly shaping themselves around what others want it can kinda fuck up their head. when someone approaches without wanting that, without wanting them to shape themself around what they want, it can be a shock. Jason so aggressively wants Dick to be independent and true to himself that it's something they fight over, bc Dick's entire life has revolved around serving others and Jason can't just uproot all that by telling him his entire life is a lie and that he should reevaluate everything about himself and everyone around him. ok yeah im having flashbacks to the jaydick thing i wrote forever ago. (x)

they can both cook and take turns planning meals, with one making sure to call/message the other if they get busy with something so that they can adjust their plans around whatevers happening. i can also see cooking being a bit personal and intimate to them. Jason sticks to eating shitty fast food most of the time and never really cared about proper meals when he was on his own, but now he has someone to come home to. someone to eat with. he cares a lot about cooking well because he wants to show without words just how much it means to him to have Dick around. Dick has been shown to cook for people when they come over, so i think it'd just feel like basic courtesy to him. some sort of standard politeness to feed and welcome his guests if he can. he wears himself thin a lot of the time and doesn't tend to make an effort to cook when it's just him, but when he does cook he enjoys it. repetitive motions, straightforward instructions, relaxing sounds and smells, cooking is fun. seeing Jason gorge himself is also very heartwarming, and more filling than any meal.

theyd have a mutual agreement to, /if/ they have kids, raise them non-religious. between Jason "possibly catholic but also died and so it's complicated" Todd and Dick "my religion is Batman" Grayson, they really don't wanna pass on any of that to any theoretical kids.

on the subject of child rearing still: i think Dick would be against sending them to any kind of private school. he had a very not good time there and thinks that if theres gonna be a chance for their kid to be picked on either way than he'd rather not waste the money. if anything he thinks private school would be worse, because all those shitty rich kids know each other and each others parents and he'd really prefer his kid not being beat up and called slurs bc of who their parents are. he'd rather homeschool if their schedules allowed it but he recognizes that would be too impractical. Jason would have more mixed feelings, bc there can be a bit of an advantage in the long run from having gone to a reputable and recognizable school, but he also isn't sure it's worth having an argument about when chances are the kids gonna learn all the important stuff from them anyways. there is a very tense conversation to be had before enrolling their baby in kindergarten.

they have a few too many conversations about theoretically having kids for guys who don't have the guts to just go for it. waiting for an orphan to drop in their laps like theyre fuckin batman. idiots.

they're a bit worried about the Titans' reaction but the worst that happens is Wally giving an exaggerated sigh as he gives Donna her well earned 50 bucks. everyone saw it coming, and you two are hopeless. Wally is excited to be Dick's best man for realsies this time, and Jason is on the receiving end of a few too many shovel talks. by the time Roy gets to him it's turned into

Roy: yeah i dont need to say it do i. blah blah hurt him and ill kill you and all that. congrats on the boyfriend.

Jason: oh cmon, i thought you would at least have some faith in me.

Roy: bros before hoes, sorry man.

Jason: ... excuse me?

Gar's version of a shovel talk is just turning into a grizzly bear and doing the "ive got my eyes on you" gesture. anyways Bruce is invited to the wedding on the condition that his assigned seat is next to the Riddler and he has to pretend that Brucie has gotten real into riddles lately. he has to laugh at Eddie's jokes under the threat of never being allowed to contact Dick or Jason again. Jason suggested it bc he thought it would be funny, Dick rolled his eyes but agreed bc it means Bruce can't corner him to berate him about his life choices.

#asks #anon #jaydick #i could probably keep going but uh. post long.

[miamierre]

piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰

10. Bodyguard AU

Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.

Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…

Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.

He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.

Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.

But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.

"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"

Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.

But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"

Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.

"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.

Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."

Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.

"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"

And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.

"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.

Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.

#i almost made this about bodyguard (bbc) but honestly the thought of it alone did so much damage i could not continue #love u babe thank u for sendinggggg #anyway. this is another train fic have fun<33 #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #romance prompt meme #ask reply #teamnick #AU tag

[markantonys]

wait, since they namedropped graendal this season, what if SHE'S the forsaken in caemlyn controlling morgase during s3???? (apologies if this has already been suggested, but i don't think i've seen it.) now, namedropping a character doesn't necessarily mean we will see them in the very next season, buuuuut of the other 4 s2 namedrops, 2 (moghedien & gawyn) will 100% be in s3. (cadsuane & taim, eh, i won't hold my breath on them appearing in s3 but it's not impossible.)

i don't know, i just find it Very Interesting that they chose to specifically name graendal, when they didn't have to include the Forsaken Listing line at all or could've rewritten it any number of ways to not name graendal. for a little while my theory has been that, for practicality reasons, they might want to avoid naming specific forsaken until they're at a place where they feel confident they will have time to include that forsaken in the show, since they have to always be in a position to be able to wrap the story up in fewer seasons than planned. so in keeping with that, maybe it's not unreasonable to imagine we may be seeing graendal (and in a prominent role, as i doubt they'd cast a forsaken just to show up to 1 forsaken zoom call scene and then pray the actor can return for more in a few years) sooner than we think?

now, let's think about whether graendal replacing rahvin in that story role would work.

short-term: yes, 100%. she has a similar personality type/modus operandi of loving luxury and preferring to Compel people from the shadows, so i can easily see her setting herself up comfortably in a palace and making a queen her puppet. it also perfectly positions her to murder asmodean in caemlyn. look, i respect stories leaving questions unsolved, but i feel like the show would rather just show Us Viewers who killed him so we can move on, instead of making it a deliberate Unsolved Murder and distracting us into wasting all our time speculating about it & not focusing on other things that are actually important to the story.

as for long term, i'm still mulling over whether it would work. off the top of my head i've got a few scenarios:

A) graendal is balefired by rand in caemlyn just like rahvin is, from which fight rand learns that balefire can permanently kill forsaken.

downside: her future activities in the books would be cut or given to someone else

B) graendal escapes rand in caemlyn and proceeds to carry out her future book activities. rand learns that balefire can permanently kill forsaken from his fight with sammael instead.

downside: that's my emotional support "rand goes crazy with grief over aviendha's and mat's deaths while protecting elayne's home" avimatrandlayne moment, your honor!

also, mat might need to stay with rand longer than he should in order to be present for the sammael fight for Dying And Living Again purposes (so to me, this is actually an upside djfkg but i RELUCTANTLY acknowledge it miiiight be tricky to get mat over to his seanchan storyline if he's with rand this late into the series - tho ofc they could always shuffle stuff around to make the sammael fight happen pre-ebou dar or even pre-dumai's wells)

C) a scenario i don't think is likely but is fun to imagine nonetheless: ELAYNE is the one who ousts graendal from caemlyn, whether killing her permanently or only temporarily, and whether when elayne first arrives in caemlyn (so taking over rand's story beat) or at the end of her succession and/or black ajah hunting arcs (so adding graendal into one or both of those arcs).

downside: it would stray pretty far from book storylines with, perhaps, no real gain

but, upside: elayne would get a Forsaken Archrival of her very own!

all in all, maybe they really aren't planning to introduce graendal until much later & in her book storyline and i'm totally overthinking the namedrop, but graendal in caemlyn is interesting to ponder!

#wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers #graendal

[zeezelweazel]

Creepypasta| Having a creepypasta S/O|

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My creepypasta phase comes and goes so I'm writing this as a complaint

These ladies are criminally underappreciated :(

Characters Included : Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Nina the killer, Zero

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• Jane the Killer •

I feel like Jane is one of the only creepypasta who genuinely wouldn't mind having a s/o who isn't like her

Your relationship would be the same even if you were a regular citizen but she can't help but to admit that you also being a creepypasta has a lot of perks.

You spend all of your time together when you're in the mansion. You two have your own secret spots were you have dates.

It's a good thing that your rooms are next to each other but it doesn't really matter since one of the two is always in the other's room

For whatever reason Jane prefers to do the killing by herself. Even if you have done your fair share of murder she still doesn't want you there. It's more like a perfectionist thing rather than an insecurity.

She doesn't want you to get in the way that's all.* Same reason why she doesn't come with you when you're the one doing the killing.

It's just a mutual agreement that you guys have

The fact that you're a creepypasta won't change the nature of your relationship with Jane.

• Clockwork •

Good thing that you are because there's no way that she would've dated you in the first place. The only reason for this is because the humans she meets all end up six feet under.

Would be pretty chill about the whole thing and would treat like it's a completely normal thing.

You know how humans never say 'oh I'm so glad we are both normal and none of us is a crazy killer' to their s/o? She feels the same way.

Unlike Jane she wouldn't mind if you wanted to tag along with her when she did her killing.

Actually she loves it* She always shows off whenever you do end up joining her and even dedicates some of her kills to you.

Her joining you would depend on her mood.* Sometimes she's to lazy and just wants to relax at the mansion but if she's feeling up to it she'll gladly join you.

She thinks you're hot when you're killing people.

• Laughing Jill •

She's so glad that you're a creepypasta as well, simply because a human could never truly accept her nature.

She understands that it would've caused a rift in your relationship and inevitable problems so she's glad to have that out of the way.

Jokes with you about her recent victims.

How pathetic and weak those humans were and how stupid they looked trying to run away from her.

Of course she would laugh about it* Absolutely wants you to join her on her killing sprees but wouldn't mind that much if you didn't want to. It's fun either way* She would be even more excited if you told her that you want her to join you.

She's feeling so proud watching you mercilessly kill all those people with absolutely zero remorse while not even breaking a sweat.* You two could also go on mission together. She would work great with you and would love to have a team mate.

• Nurse Ann •

There is no way in hell this woman was going to ever date a human so this is the only way to go.

It's not about how a relationship with a human would not work or about how they'd live in two completely different worlds but it's about the fact that she absolutely loathes humans.

The only thing they're good at is being her prey.

She wouldn't mind if you wanted to join her on her killing sprees but she's absolutely going to ignore you for the most part if you do end up tagging along.

She's just focusing on killing for now

She's not going to join you on your missions though.

She believes that you're a hundred percent capable of handling it by yourself and her presence would just be unnecessary.

She could do a hundred things in the mansion while you're away so she believes it to be a waste of time.* Even if she masks it with her hatred for humans, much like Jill, Ann is glad that you're not a human because you could easily embrace her for who she is.

• Nina the Killer •

She loves it so much* You can have so much fun if you're both creepypastas, it's incredible* This girl will be constantly begging you to go on a killing spree together.

It's her favorite bonding activity.

She doesn't mind coming with you on your missions. She is fine with just sitting there and quietly admiring her girlfriend.

Although she will expect you to do the same. She finds murdering so much more enjoyable when she has you by her side, cheering her on.

I think she would date a human but her feelings would have been extremely superficial. She would've treated them like a toy. One that would break very easily and one that she will be quick to get rid off.

She can't imagine herself actually being in love with a human she only sees them as a target. Not as actual people with feelings.

But it doesn't matter because her favorite person in the world is anything but human so it worked out perfectly in the end.

• Zero •

Just like Nina she absolutely loves the fact that you're just like her.

It opens so many doors, so many possibilities.

She doesn't care if you don't want to go with her on killing sprees, you will.

She would love to exchange tips about killing with you. Find new creative ways to kill her victims.

Out of all the ladies she would be the one to chat about killing with you the most. It wouldn't be the only thing she talks about, of course, but it does make her really excited.

Missions with her are amazing.

It's kind of similar to an art contest. You kill your victims in gruesome ways and then both of you criticize the other's work. Zero swears it makes killing all that more enjoyable and you agree.

If you were not a creepypasta you wouldn't have had a chance with Zero.

She doesn't hate humans all that much but that doesn't mean that she pays them any mind either. Every time she's around humans it's only because she has to kill them.

She would have killed you before she had any time to even think about getting to know you.* But thankfully there's no need for that

#creepypasta imagines #jane the killer x reader #clockwork x reader #laughing jill x reader #nurse ann x reader #nina the killer x reader #zero x reader #wlw #female reader

[just-antithings]

(Big of a long one, sorry)

I just came across another one of those "if you put your Hogwarts houses in your bio you're a terf" posts, and in the tags one of the people was talking about how they had a Gryffindor tshirt that was their favourite thing to wear which they just threw away because they'd rather never have such a thing touch them again. Fair enough, what anyone is comfortable with in their personal life is none of my business. But it did remind me of something similar that happened with me.

I own a perfectly good Fantastic Beasts t-shirt. It's the kind that has a simple design and good enough material to last YEARS. I did, of course, buy it before I knew about all this JKR business. Then couple of years ago I was faced with the fact that I own some HP merch and the dilemma of whether or not I should throw it away. This surprisingly came down to a moment where I properly understood and defined my own politics to myself.

At the same time that I had some people in my circles insisting on these performative measures, I was also learning about fast fashion and the very real impacts of clothing trends on the environment. After reading up on it enough and seeing the gross appropriation of "thrifting", it became obvious that the solution is to "reduce" waste, to stop buying more clothes than you need, to stop throwing away perfectly good clothes, to stitch up clothing that needs mending instead of replacing it, etc. The best clothing for the environment is the one already in your closet. That idea. Was I going to make an exception in this case and throw away this t-shirt because someone might think me a class traitor for it, even though whether I keep it or discard it doesn't actually change the support JKR doe or doesn't have anymore? On the one hand it was just one tshirt and it would keep me safe from my peers in those liberal circles. On the other hand it made me feel shame like i had never felt before. It reminded me of every other performative thing I've done in the name of activism and how little it has amounted to. I'm the kind of person who still has my wardrobe from five years ago almost intact with very few changes. Wasteful consumption has a very real cost and I don't do that anymore, so when it came down to tossing that tshirt out it ended up meaning more than it should have. I kept the tshirt. It's still in great shape, it's gonna last many years more as well and save me that much more consumption waste.

What if i had given it away? Would some random person who hasn't ever heard of the JKR drama (consider: I'm not from the West) suddenly become a Terf by wearing it? Would it keep HP and JKR relevant because some person who hardly even knows HP is now wearing a second hand tshirt from someone? When I went to another trans friend's house, who has been there for the community every single day, who has worked hard at the ground levels to create safe spaces for queer people, who has advocated for trans rights in our country, and when i saw their HP merch, what kind of an asshole would I be to call them out on it or say that I suddenly don't trust them because they made a reference to some book we all read as kids? In that moment, sitting with that friend, I also realised how far removed our day-to-day lives actually are from what was considered activism in online spaces. The latter can be great when it's about spreading information and having discussions. But something that reeks that much of simply a performance? Idk, I don't think people talking about HP in their daily lives or wearing an old Gryffindor tshirt or reblogging a gif has as much power over the queer struggle as people here seem to think. It's getting a bit annoying how because I see more posts talking about HP just to tell people who are engaging with it to die than i see actual posts by people just talking about the book. I think the former are the ones actually keeping it more relevant than it is

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#mod erin #ask #posted without comment

[jeanbie]

since you requests are open i was wondering if i could request a fic where the reader is hange’s little sibling and joined the 104th corps and then the scouts? idk what it would be about but maybe the reader and hange fan-girling over titans while everyone just watches like “wtf 🤨” I really love your writing and i think it’s *chefs kiss* Thank you!!!!!!

UNORTHODOX ★ masterlist.

genre: canon compliant au | warnings: made up science about titan teeth, idk i didn't invent titans | notes: i'm SO SORRY this is like 500 years late. but i wanted to get this done and so did something with the idea-- i hope you like it... i can do more with this if ur not happy!! thank you anyway for requesting <33

It would be safe to say that after Eren's success in stuffing closed the hole in the gate to Wall Rose, many fresh faced recruits fell into the training corps hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy the people called 'monster'. 

There was no arguing that Eren had done humanity a favour, trapping out the titans and bringing meaning to their lives for what felt like years and years of endless suffering and darkness, but it was human nature to fear what could not be readily understood. Many recruits joined to feel something, to make their deaths swift and meaningful (if one has to die, why not make it sacrificial, rather than being a tasty meal for the titans when they next slipped through?), some even trying to see the famous Eren, titan clad and all.

Not many felt interested in learning about the biology of titans, the physics of their existence and movements and the anatomy of their large, scalding hot bodies. If they did, for whatever reason, they were directed to Hange Zoe, who knew that despite their ferocity, titans were fascinating creatures worthy of intellectual study. Little numbers of soldiers believed in that theory, although it seemed inevitable that one day Hange might not be alone in their unorthodox views.

The sun was up, bathing the castle in light yellow, almost a lime glow. In the basement, where he normally slept, Eren found it hard to tell the difference between day and night, save for the exact time each morning that Levi came to collect him from the dust and cobwebs that served as decoration in the basement. In all of his cleanliness, Levi did not like the basement, and with the possibility of Eren turning into his giant titan form at any given moment, decoration and care seemed wasted on what might end up being rubble and ash. Eren didn't have a clock, or a sundial to tell the time, but he often guessed that Levi came down to him at seven each morning—by then, the sun had been up for a few hours during the summer. He remembered it rising early when he was a boy. 

"Good news," is what Levi had said to him that morning, leading him through a stoney maze of stairways leading up to the veins of the castle. Yawning behind his hand, Eren had asked what he meant. "Your friends'll be here today. New recruits, too."

Eren's eyes lit up. There wasn't much for him to feel excited about around here— the novelty of being freed from the basement each morning had by now worn off, and his chores and routine around the castle didn't feel like much to celebrate. But the thought of hearing his friends' voices, seeing their faces…now that was a treat.

Levi and Eren headed to the main foyer of the castle, flanked with banners and old paintings that needed dusting again. Trying to ignore it, Levi led Eren out to the front patio where Dieter stood grooming his horse's mane. He looked over with acknowledgement as the duo passed and returned to stroking her furs as quickly as he glanced over. The new recruits were just outside the forest perimeter. If they paused and strained, they'd hear the soft bristles of horses and their hooves on mossy cobbles, the snapping of dried lawn and twigs on the winding path from the main stretch of road to where the headquarters was posted.

Most higher ups from the corps would be here today, with the exceptions of Commander Erwin and Captain Mike, who were away on a slight tip of business and would be back by the evening. Levi looked out at the courtyard, honing in on the weeds and the overgrowth of plants to the far side of the courtyard, near one of the old cobbled buildings that connected to the stables and store cupboards. He frowned. Squad Levi had been at the headquarters longer than anybody else, and with the previous recruits coming and going, he thought at least one might extend a helping hand and prune around here.

So much for appearances, he thought, although not even he cared too much about the way things looked on the outside. When it came to general cleanliness and the way a home (or any living space) looked, then he believed it mattered just a little bit more. 

"Get to work while you wait," Levi suggested, already on his way to the stables. Eren looked back, unsure, but got the hint when Levi gave him no further instructions. He sighed, fetching a rake from the stables and heading back towards where Dieter was pulling the mats from his horse's mane. 

He didn't need to wait for long— the parade of recruits arrived after a few minutes and clambered from their horses in a rectangle of foliage. Three soldiers bounded over to take care of the horses, and the recruits followed someone else dressed in green and beige to a path that curled up towards the front double doors to the headquarters. Eren was just setting the rake back in the stables when he noticed the familiar and retreating heads of his friends, and couldn't help but call out to them as they left. 

After a brief exchange of woes and glee, and a rather brisk and icy talk of comrade's deaths, Eren's attention turned to the small figure beside Armin, who Eren had personally never seen before. He quickly did a one-over, unable to figure out anything about their identity from their appearance. When he asked who they were, Mikasa told him that they were Y/N Zoe. 

"Zoe?" Eren repeated, his eyes slightly loosened. "As in, Squad Leader Hange Zoe?"

Mikasa shrugged slightly, her gaze flicking back to them. "Possibly."

That's odd, Eren thought. He didn't know that Hange had a sibling. 

There wasn't much to know about Hange, and not much that they let on about their personal life or past. All people knew at face value was that Hange was eccentric, eager to learn more about the titans trying to eat them. They were impulsive, reckless, taunting the titans to their faces and bouncing back with their gear like a spring. Hange was confident and sometimes inappropriate, but a few clueless moments short of being a genius. Eren thought Hange was brilliant, and one of the smartest people he'd personally ever met, albeit strange and slightly overbearing. He'd gotten to know Hange fairly well because of his 'affliction', but still, Hange had never let on about their family. It was entirely possible that this recruit was their sibling. He just didn't know for sure.

Levi was generous that morning. He was good at his job, and true to his word, but not totally heartless— he granted Eren the rest of the morning and afternoon to catch up with his friends before his nightly chores after supper, and then it was time to retreat back to the basement and stare at the hollow cracks in the walls. Eren followed his friends around the headquarters, all the while glancing over at the new addition to his dysfunctional friend group. They stayed close to Armin, but occasionally he found that they were locking eyes. He felt his stomach twist nervously. Since the world had discovered he was a titan-shifter, he couldn't deny that he was starting to feel a little paranoid about who might be trying to hurt him.

"Mikasa said your surname is Zoe, right?"

Eren found himself drifting to their side and asking them this, curiosity consuming them. They looked over, their eyes slightly wide and round. They even looked like Hange. He felt like he knew the answer but still asked anyway.

"Any relation to Hange Zoe?"

He sensed a twitch in their body. "Yeah, actually. They're my older sibling. Why, are they here?"

Eren pointed back to the headquarters with his thumb. "Probably in their office. Either that or the lab. Wanna go say hi?"

They didn't need to be asked twice. Eren bid farewell to half of his friend group and led Hange's sibling, Armin and Mikasa back towards the castle. On the way, he learned their name, their general background. Y/N Zoe, part of the 105th cadet corps and had excelled rapidly alongside four other recruits who were given an early graduation. Y/N—you— didn't seem particularly athletic, and he settled on the idea that you were studious like Armin, a possible Zoe family trait. He had half the mind to think that you were the spitting image of your sibling. Your eyes marvelled at Eren like he was some kind of god, when in actual fact he was far from it, closer to a devil in the depths of hell according to some townspeople and the police. 

They found Hange in their office, surrounded by journals and documents and doing a lousy job at staying awake. Eren knew that the last few days had been hard on Hange with the deaths of their titan subjects, but they always did their best to appear bright and optimistic, if not vengeful about who might have slain them in their sleep. When Eren rattled his knuckles against the slightly ajar door, it pushed open with a creak and Hange shot up suddenly. They hit their knee on the underside of the desk with a sharp wince, some documents rustling on top and a half-drank cup of coffee nearly spilling over the rim of their mug. Hange turned, startled, and broke into a smile when they noticed you.

"Y/N!"

Hange rose from their seat and approached you, gathering you in their arms. Eren, Armin and Mikasa took steps backwards, giving what they could of privacy although none turned away. Hange laughed and lifted you from the floor. Although slightly maniacal, Eren thought it was good to hear Hange laughing again.

"When did you get here? And why?"

"This morning," you said, and Hange looked at your attire, at the forest green cape over your shoulders. They seemed alarmed by it.

"I thought you were joining the military police," Hange said, sounding almost disappointed. "You knew I needed an inside man to help me out with my experiments."

"I know. But the night before the ceremony, I heard about what happened to those two titans. It seemed like you needed more help here than you would from the military, so…" You raised your arms in a slight bravado, smiling: "Here I am."

They seemed put off at first, but after a while, it was clear that the arrival of a second Zoe in the survey corps seemed like the very revival that Hange needed. Alongside the other three, Hange led them around the castle on a novice tour, pointing out the paintings and studies and picnic benches in the hall where they ate, and chatted, and shared ideas and theories and worries. Not once did the subject of titans come up, although Eren had assumed that was one of the things that the siblings shared common ground over. Your eyes had glistened when looking over Hange's journals, and it made a lot more sense as to why you hungrily looked at him like a meal, or what he now believed you thought was a test subject. He gulped. Somehow, he felt like Armin had led you right to him.

Dinner rolled around, and fortunately, Eren's chores wouldn't proceed until every last slop of stew had disappeared from his bowl. There would be no food wasted if you could help it— if you couldn't eat your fill, then give it to the next person. Eren wolfed it down, not wasting the chance to relax before being sent around like a slave by Levi's command. Speaking of, Levi sat at the head of the long table, meanwhile several other soldiers gathered around them. It was the most alive Eren had seen the castle in, well, forever, and even Captain Levi seemed to be more at ease than normal. He sipped from a cup of tea, listening to the animated story between you and Hange. Naturally, Eren felt his attention pulled over as well, even more so when his name came up in bated breath.

"Eren is fascinating." Hange was speaking, pointing at Eren. Your eyes followed in wonder. "I've been studying his body for days now. You wouldn't believe the things I've learned through him."

"Like what?" you asked suddenly, your head whipping back to look at them. A shared stillness met every sitting soldier. They thought Hange was the only one crazy enough to want to know about how titans lived, as opposed to all the best ways to slay them. It seemed like you were following in their footsteps, which meant more torturous jargon, more indigestible tangents about titan biology, and more and more chaos to mull over a meal.

Hange swallowed a spoonful of slop. "When I studied Sawney and Bean, I observed inanimate qualities. It seemed like they had minimal brain activity, doing things as a kind of program. When they saw me, they wanted to eat. With Eren, it's just like a dog listening to tricks. Breathing hitching when you talk, the dilation of pupils when given a command or praise."

"Hey, are you calling me a dog?" Eren asked with a frown.

"Oh, no!" Hange assured. "You're a very valuable subject, Eren! Which reminds me—Y/N, did you know that titans' teeth are actually made of the same material as humans? They both contain enamel and pulp. Their teeth are almost as hard as bone to them. It's the last thing to degenerate when they die."

You gasped softly, eyes blown open. It seemed to confirm that another titan crazy Zoe was on the scene. Even Levi paused, his eyes washing over with a flicker of dread. He downed his tea and rose to leave, and anyone intelligent enough would follow. Still, Eren felt an intrigue in what you'd say next—maybe you'd surprise everybody with something sane.

You didn't. "Fascinating," you gasped. "But…why? And why do they even eat when they don't get hungry?" It seemed like you and Hange had talked this over once or twice before—Eren was under the impression that most people just assumed titans ate humans because they were ravenous, or maybe you were simply just smarter than everybody else. "Titans are so big, they could just crush us with their feet and hands. Why do they eat?"

"It's extraordinary, isn't it?" Hange agreed, leaning back. "That's why I'm so thankful that Eren over here fights for humanity." Eyes fell on him and he writhed, anxious. "Say, Eren, you feel hungry when you look at us in your titan body?"

Eren's mouth opened with surprise. He looked back at you, noting the bated breath of anticipation. He sighed: "Can't say I do, Hange."

But Hange grinned, tapping your shoulder roughly and you met their gaze with a smile that matched theirs. "It's just wonderful, isn't it? A titan. Ours. Ours—" She tapped them again with a wide expression, "Maybe you can help me out."

"With your work?" you questioned.

"Sure! Who else?"

Eren noticed the look on your face. It was the same kind of look that he used to give his teacher back at school when he was given praise, the look Armin had when Eren talked about seeing the world beyond the wall—the look of wonder and glee, the idea of being chosen for something, to be honoured by the choice. Although your were siblings, he probably wagered that being asked to help Hange was as big as him being asked by Erwin to be the next Commander. The honour would be unparalleled to anything else. 

Still, he couldn't help but be morbidly curious about the fascination you both shared about titans—about him. His skin crawled with invisible bugs, parasites creeping up his arms and into his armpits, and he wriggled nervously. If his work hadn't already been cut out for him with Hange leaning into his private comfort spaces with studious eyes, then he wasn't at all prepared for what would come with Hange and their sibling. With a shared affinity for titans, he knew there'd be no places to push his pride and secrets, no way to mess up what would be incredible studies and progress. 

He let out a breath, suddenly anxious. For some reason (he felt like he knew the reason why), Eren felt like you'd be nothing like he first expected when you popped out from beside Armin in the courtyard, and that you'd be another knot in his stomach in terms of his usefulness to the corps. Suddenly he wanted to be back in that basement, carving shapes into the darkness of the walls. He just hoped you'd be less probing than your sibling, but judging by the insatiable desire to pick him apart and study his every move, he felt like he was wishing on a dead star.

#💌 requests #attack on titan #aot #hange zoe #attack on titan imagine #aot imagine #snk #snk imagine #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager imagine #eren jaeger imagine #hange zoe imagine #ittojean #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader #jeanbie

[sleepyone2three]

I've been thinking a lot lately about MC coming out as asexual to Asmo. How would he react/handle this? Personally, I want to believe he'd be respectful about it but I also think he'd be really disappointed on some level (especially if MC was also sex repulsed) over that aspect of a relationship not being important and/or existent them.

I just picture Asmo bringing MC to his room for a sleepover and trying to take things to the next level. MC stops him and sort of mumbles they aren't interested in anything like that right now. Asmo giggles and tells them that he can help with that issue, only for MC to respond with silence as they look away. Asmo, clearly noticing that something is wrong, backs off and asks MC what's on their mind. MC is quite, trying to decide how best to tell him.

In my mind, the only person MC has come out to at this point is Simeon since they knew he wouldn't make fun of them or not take them seriously. And they'd really only confided in him about it because they weren't sure how to handle the brothers constantly bickering over them/clearly wanting to take things further at some point. So they went and talked to someone who'd known the brothers for a long time and hopefully wouldn't laugh at their predicament. It hadn't yielded much in the way of results, but at least MC knew they had someone who'd support them no matter what.

After enough time of MCs quiet contemplation, I think Asmo would begin to pout and whine that he thinks MC doesn't love/trust him enough to be open with him. It'd be sniffles, fake tears, and guilting until MC figures out something that's either believable enough to convince Asmo or shocking enough to shut him up. So they tell him the truth.

At this point, I see Asmo blinking and saying something like, "MC, darling, I don't think I heard you correctly. I must need to clean my ears out because there's no way you said you aren't turned on by me!"

"I didn't... I said I'm not sexually attracted to other people..."

"Soooo... you'd rather be with my demon form then? Why didn't you say so! That's an easy fi-!"

"N-no! That's not what I meant!"

"Oh? Then what can I do to help put you in the mood? I know lots of tricks I bet you've never even heard of~"

"You're not listening to me... forget it, I knew this was a bad idea."

MC then turns away and moves to gather their things. Asmo looks at MC, confused to what he did that could've upset them; he's only trying to help after all. He tries to stop them from leaving and asks them what bad idea they're talking about. Is it that they really don't like him anymore? Or is he just being too pushy? He'll slow down if that's what MC really wants, he only wanted to make them feel as amazing as they make him feel. And the best way, in his mind, is to use the skills he's acquired over the years.

MC looks back at him, clearly holding back tears at this point and says point blank that they're asexual. This then turns into them quietly admitting that they hadn't wanted to tell him because they're worried he won't like them if he knows. That he would toss them aside and move on when he inevitably found out they wouldn't be good for that aspect of his life. That all the brothers would think they're weird or childish. Every sexual activeness based insecurity finally begins tumbling from within and, by the end of the confession, MC is an absolute mess.

I think it would take a few moments for Asmo to process what's being said, but seeing MC so distraught throws a lot of his confusion out the window. He quickly wraps his arms around them and does his best to comfort. He tells them he'd never toss them aside and that he loves them for how wonderful of a person they are. That his brothers would never belittle or abandon them over something like this.

Asmo would more than likely be fairly gloomy about the discovery at first, maybe moping around or making off hand comments about it being a waste/unfair twist of fate. He doesn't actually mean anything by it, he's just not sure how else to process his feelings outside of being a drama queen. MC would have to let him know if the comments/behavior hurt them, because it won't stop for a good while otherwise.

All the other brothers find out pretty quickly as well, seeing as Asmo would probably brag about having a intimate heart-to-heart with MC as well as his moping. Either way, it might be best to just rip the band-aid off and let all of them know over breakfast. Asmo probably gives a pep talk before hand and encourages the choice, as if he wasn't the one to suggest a dramatic breakfast reveal in the first place. I think most of them would be pretty chill about it once the surprise wore off.

Levi might joke that there's finally someone more awkward than him and compare it to some anime or game he's recently binged/played, but he's just happy that his Henry feels comfortable enough to be honest. Satan's probably read something that covers sexualities so he takes it up on himself to help educate his brothers (except Lucifer because Lucifer) on the proper terminology. I honestly get strong ace vibes from Beel and somewhat from Belphie as well, so the brothers might already be on the same page as is. Mammon is going to obnoxiously tsundere about it, seeming disappointed and then blushing furiously before denying that he even cares about it in the first place. They all love MC regardless, so everything pretty much stays the same except they tone down their physical advances. It's up to MC to set new boundaries/their comfort level, the brothers will all respect them to varying degrees and Lucifer will dole out punishments if he catches any of them making MC uncomfortable.

I think Asmo and MC would eventually come out of this with a stronger relationship from all of this but that Asmo would have a hard time remembering to not get too handsy. He'd still demand cuddles if MC is okay with it, but the two of them, if in a romantic relationship, would have to have some serious conversations regarding this new development. I don't see Asmo as ever being able to go fully celibate and he might try occasionally suggesting the two of them at least try it. But I also think he'd back off if MC was made uncomfortable by this.

If MC is truly sex repulsed, I think there would be room for discussion of an open relationship on Asmo's end for the physical aspect of it. I don't see demons as commonly big on monogamy in general, so I think it would be up to MC at that point with what they're comfortable with. If MC is okay with it, Asmo will be thrilled but also honest that anything outside of their relationship is purely physical; after all, he couldn't ever love anyone like he loves MC.

If the idea of Asmo being with someone else truly hurt MC, I don't think he'd be as keen to satisfy his own sexual appetite with somebody else. I do think the latter would result in him having an even harder time keeping his hands from wandering though and a fair amount of pent up sexual frustration on his end. Asmo is Asmo after all and I don't think toys would be enough to satisfy him at the end of the day. He's needy af and that's not changing anytime soon. If anything, Solomon might be accompanying the two of them to breakfast more often depending on the arrangement.

#this might be ooc #im not sure tbh #i dont think i have the best grasp on Asmo's character #feel free to add on #obey me shall we date #obey me #om! asmodeus #MC x Asmodeus #solomon x asmodeus #Asmodeus x MC #asexual #character study #personal post #creative writing #ace mc

[uboat53]

All right, shower thought time about Ezra and Thrawn's amazing road trip.

So, at the end of Star Wars Rebels, Ezra basically flings himself, Thrawn, and whatever crew of the Chimaera and the other Star Destroyers survived off into… somewhere. It's not clear exactly where, but it's fairly clear that, at the time of The Mandalorian at least half a decade later, no one has found them.

The Star Destroyers were in pretty rough shape even before being thrown off into nowhere, so it's pretty likely that they crashed on whatever planet they ended up at or just floated through whatever space they ended up at which would explain why they weren't able to get off wherever they were. On the other hand, it doesn't explain how they weren't able to use several Star Destroyers worth of spare parts to make something, even a comm rig, to get a signal out, but I digress.

In Star Wars Rebels, Ezra is portrayed as easily making alliances even with people who weren't necessarily trustworthy or otherwise people you would consider allies. In the Thrawn books by Timothy Zahn (the six new ones as the Heir to the Empire series is no longer canon) Thrawn is portrayed as easily adopting and instructing anyone he considers to be teachable. The book Thrawn holds his loyalty to the Chiss Ascendancy and its survival against an onslaught by the enemy known as the Grysk above his loyalty to the Empire. Most importantly, the third book, Thrawn: Treason, has an interesting passage at the end which implies that there was a discussion with the Emperor that was supposed to take place after the events on Lothal that he would really rather have avoided, possibly to the point of letting Ezra succeed at whatever scheme he had come up with on Lothal.

(I'm actually fairly convinced that that's a plausible reading of the end of Rebels with the end of Treason, though I still doubt that Thrawn actually knew exactly what Ezra was planning, only that he had a plan.)

In other words, it seems reasonable to assume that Thrawn and Ezra, at the very least, might have formed some kind of temporary alliance for survival after they arrived at their destination.

This leads me to one interesting moment that is likely to have come up. You see, the two of them would have likely been together during the destruction of Alderaan. Ezra, a Jedi, would have likely felt it like Obi-wan Kenobi in A New Hope. More to the point, if he were to describe it to Thrawn, Thrawn would know exactly what had caused it.

How does that conversation go? I think Ezra's side of it is pretty obvious, he'd be horrified, but how does Thrawn react? He was a vigorous opponent of the Death Star project and was constantly battling with Krennic for resources for his own TIE Defender project which he considered to be far more useful. He opposed it on two primary grounds: first, that it was a wasteful concentration of resources that could be better used in a dispersed manner, and second, that the intended purpose of ruling by fear was inherently flawed.

Does he attempt to defend the Empire or himself or does he oppose the use of the weapon as he opposed its construction? Does he tell Ezra about it at all? Does it lead him to abandon any remaining loyalty to the Empire (it's pretty clear he felt it was time to leave by the end of Treason, but in the first book he makes clear that he believes the Empire is necessary to withstand a threat like the Grysk) or does he maintain his beliefs?

Another question regards the destruction of the Death Star. It has a crew of ~1.7 million, certainly less than the 2 billion killed on Alderaan, but something that seems likely to have created some kind of effect that Ezra might feel. Could they differentiate that from the destruction of a planet? Would Ezra know that it was the Death Star being destroyed or would he think they'd destroyed a second planet? If they thought it was a second planet, how would that affect their thoughts on the matter? If they thought the Death Star was destroyed, how would that affect things?

So yeah, a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. Hopefully they're interesting, any thoughts?

#thrawn #thrawn treason #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #shower thoughts

[waheelawhisperer]

Would you be willing to expand more on what you didn't like about v8?

Not gonna go in-depth on each of these, but I'll give you the bullet point rundown. Basically, my issue with Volume 8 is that it threw away almost everything Volume 7 set up.

Salem takes center stage for the first time and ends up sidelined 2/3 of the way through so Cinder and Ironwood can be the main villains. Her first fight somehow manages to make her seem more beatable rather than unbeatable despite her trouncing arguably her strongest subordinate and 3 heroes with zero effort and needing a magic nuke just to slow her down. The writers lowered her threat level in a Volume that should've been dedicated to establishing just how fucked anyone who tried to take her on is, and what's worse is that they had all the pieces in place to do it properly and fumbled the execution.

Ironwood's decline made sense to me based on what they'd done to set up his character beforehand but I kind of wish it hadn't been so abrupt and dramatic and found it personally unsatisfying. Would've rather seen him grow gradually more desperate instead of snapping at once. Feel like he kind of got screwed by the show's runtime issues a bit

Emerald's redemption arc was rushed as hell and someone other than Yang should've been suspicious of the woman who helped murder a school and cripple a Kingdom and whose actions directly contributed to the deaths of at least 2 of their friends. Instead, she makes one heroic speech and they're all sitting there laughing with her.

They kind of abandoned the trolley problem they set up at the end of Volume 7 (is it better to save what you can or fight and risk losing everything to save everything) and I'm pretty sure it's because they saw too many people siding with Ironwood (whose plan was fucking stupid and entirely inspired by his own fear of Salem independent of any moral considerations) during the hiatus and then decided to course correct by removing any shred of nuance that might exist in the situation

3/4 of the heroes drank tea in a mansion while Ruby pouted about reinforcements not materializing an hour after she called for help (Ruby consistently fails to understand how much time things can be expected to take throughout the series) and the Atlesian military (a faction portrayed as antagonistic) actually fights to protect the Kingdom despite its individual members being visibly terrified and having less training and worse equipment than the protagonist group and the B-team + Yang fights Salem. All of this occurs in-universe hours after Weiss swears she's not giving up her home without a fight. Between that declaration and this stage of the Volume, the only people she fights are the ones actually trying to defend the Kingdom.

Jk Weiss waved a sword in her defenseless untrained brother's face and the writers called that a girlboss moment and claimed he was the final boss of her arc

We never got to properly see what Hazel could do because the only two fights this show let him have were the terribly-choreographed Battle of Haven and then a couple minutes of him getting his ass kicked by his boss. Waste of arguably Salem's most powerful minion..

The message Ruby sent to the world should logically have made things worse everywhere that heard it - the original plan involved telling the people of Atlas about Salem, securing the Kingdom by suppressing the resulting surge of local Grimm activity, and then spreading the news to the rest of the world when Atlesian forces were organized, prepared, and ready to assist in combatting the increase in Grimm activity that would result. Instead, Ruby dumped that knowledge on two crippled Kingdoms (Vale and Mistral) that can barely defend themselves even without a spike in negativity and a Kingdom where survival is perpetually in question without any time for any of those Kingdoms to prepare and then acted surprised when they didn't immediately drop everything to assist her (I think she was right to call for help, but needed to craft her message more effectively and consider its implications more carefully) - but this will never be relevant because that might mean the writers considered the implications of a scene beyond its immediate relevance or that Ruby made a mistake that can't be easily brushed off and the narrative consistently refuses to engage with this possibility.

The show failed to adequately establish the necessity of evacuating the Kingdom's population to Vacuo because we never see the state of the Atlesian forces after Oscar's cane bomb. The Monstra is dead and the enemy can't spawn reinforcements anymore. It was the perfect time to counterattack, and I was actually expecting Ruby to have a Protagonist moment and rally the troops and get through to Ironwood so that they could save Atlas, but instead the writers decided that they wanted to dump the protagonists into some stupid fairy tale world for some reason so now Mantle's infrastructure is in ruins and the ability to adequately defend the world from Salem and her forces is crippled.

Penny's suicide. Just... Penny's suicide. The show fails to establish its necessity and instead it just feels like they're being cruel to both her and the people who like her

It felt like the entire Volume was just trying to recreate the emotional impact of Volume 3 without understanding what made Volume 3 work.

All of these could be a post of their own (and I've actually made posts on some of them) but that's my basic rundown of why I think Volume 8 is dogshit

#rwby #analysis

[over-the-time-flow]

Pre-Chapter 6 Upgrades:

Neo Getter Robo:

HP: 5000 -> 5250 EN: 160 -> 176 Mobility: 70 -> 73 Armor: 1050 -> 1102 Weapons: 0 -> 1

Nadesico:

HP: 7800 -> 8190 EN: 240 -> 264 Armor: 900 -> 945

Aestivalis (Akito):

EN: 100 -> 120 Mobility: 100 -> 105

Gekiganger 3:

HP: 3300 -> 3580 EN: 100 -> 120 Armor: 900 -> 940

As it turns out, GEAR's HQ is situated below an amusement park, and a really fancy one too; if he didn't work here, Ginga definitely couldn't get in just with his allowance. Hokuto says he's exaggerating, but regardless, seeing a child worry about money makes Reika and Hikaru muse about all the children who can't afford to come to amusement parks. Kirakuni steps in to brighten the mood, saying that that's exactly the ideals this park was founded on; so that children would never forget to play and dream... though it doesnt sound very convincing when ginga was just complaining about it being prohibitely expensive

Mizuho, meanwhile, is taking in the sights. You see, she's never been to an amusement park; the colony she grew up on was rather... modest. Megumi stops to think about it, and in the first place, it's rather rare for colonies to have amusement parks at all. and we all know what happened to texas colony

Tonya wonders if that means the poor thing has never gone on an amusement park date, only to find out Mizuho has never gone on a date, period.

Beauty: "Huh!? I don't believe this. Aren't you 18? And you've never been on a date?" Mizuho: "N-no..."

Minato: "I'm appalled... RAUL!" Raul: "Y-yes!?" Minato: "You mean you haven't taken your girlfriend out even once!?" Raul: "What's going on here!? We're not even dating!" Beauty: "Dating or not, when you're hanging out with such a cutie, hitting on her is the polite thing to do!"

Strongarmed into feeling conscious of one another, the two can't help but feel awkward... until Kirakuni swoops in to save the day once more, gifting them a full day free couple's pass to the park! Still awkward, but even more unwilling to let a gift go to waste (even if they didn't ask for it), they reluctantly set out on the arranged date.

Witz is frustrated that it took all that work to get Raul to ask Mizuho out, as he feels a man ought to be able to do that on his own, but Tonya thinks all's well that ends well, especially when it comes to such inexperienced lovebirds.

Speaking of lovebirds, Captain Misumaru gets right to work on asking Kirakuni if there's any couple's passes remaining. It'd be a real waste to not get to spend this opportunity on a wonderful amusement park date with her beloved Akito! Regardless of his own wishes, of course!

Not too far away, yet very far-removed from all this heart-pounding romantic action, Raj is deep in thought, staring at a poster. Something about a "Mazinger Parade"? That's right, the Photonic Power Labs and the Science Fortress Lab are collaborating to have a little parade with their respective Mazinger teams. Most would be excited to see the Mazingers up close, or to meet celebrities like Koji or Tetsuya, but we all know Raj well enough by now to be able to tell that what he really wants is a peek at the functioning of Photonic Energy. Beauty wonders aloud why he thinks they'd show it off at an event aimed at the general public, but Raj either doesn't hear her or chooses to ignore her.

Go, meanwhile, is more befuddled by the concept of the parade in the first place. With the current state of affairs in... well, the entire Earth Sphere, is this really the time? But Kirakuni posits that it's exactly because of the state of affairs that this is important. Sure enough, at least the public seems to agree, as everything's sold out already... but Go just chalks that up to most people having more free time than common sense.

Speaking of more free time than common sense, Sho barges in; Go has been skipping training! He gets an earful and is promptly dragged away by his ear like he's Brock or something.

In the middle of all this... liveliness, Banjo has a sour expression. Hokuto asks him if anything's wrong, but he just asks Kirakuni for details on some of the people staffing the event. In particular, the master of ceremonies will be Edwin, a magician who works for the company that facilitated the parade in the first place.

Director Shibuya holds a video call with Kenzo Kabuto, the man in charge of the Science Fortress. It seems like this parade is also an excuse to transfer the Mazinger pilots into GEAR's forces, which is pretty smart; raise public morale and at the same time disguise your tactical maneuvers. Not bad!

Meanwhile, deep underground, at the heart of the Mycenae Empire, The Great General of Darkness (above) curses Tetsuya and the Great Mazinger, taking it as a personal insult that they'd dare hold a parade while in battle with his great empire. But his superior, the Emperor of Darkness, tells him to look at things more rationally. A parade is a great opportunity; with all the civilians around, the Great Mazinger is basically handing them chances to catch it with its guard down. Now properly motivated, the General sets off with his Mycenaean Combat Beasts and some refurbished Mechabeasts stolen from the late Dr. Hell, who once terrorized Japan until he was struck down by Koji Kabuto's Mazinger Z.

Boy: "Dad, is THE Great Mazinger really coming?" Girl: "I want to see the Venus A!"

In a completely trustworthy tone, the magician Edwin gets excited about making all these children's dreams come true... and his own.

Watching from afar, Banjo says that sure enough, it really is Edwin. Garrison muses that Banjo must be feeling nostalgic...

Backstage, Edwin talks to his true master; Koros, the Meganoid who is the de facto second in command. She commends him for his devilish plan; should all go correctly, he'll have many children to turn into meganoid soldiers, and maybe even get a chance at stealing a Mazinger for them to study. But he has to be careful; Banjo Haran, the Meganoids' greatest foe, is back on Earth. Edwin talks big about easily making short work of him, and wonders how they should execute him once he's caught, but Koros seems uninterested in the conversation; such things can be discussed when (and IF) Banjo's properly captured...

Back to the lovebirds' little impromptu date, they're looking out at an observatory, seeing the horizon line. Not being used to the Earth, this is actually Raul's first time seeing it. He thinks he's been to Earth before, but if he did, he was too young to remember much.

They bond a bit over not being used to the Earth, with Mizuho bringing up that when she was little, she visited once and the ocean made her feel sick just from the smell! Apparently it's a rather common occurrence due to how sanitized the air on the colonies is. Mizuho opens up that, for a long time, she felt a bit of prejudice against the Earthborn, but hanging out with so many of them since the time travelling incident, she's come to realize they're just like her. Raul can relate to this somewhat; he's been really taken aback by how steadfast everyone here is in their convictions. They all face down terrible odds, but they continue to strive to protect the world around them... This really inspires Mizuho, who gets all fired up all of a sudden; she wants to be able to tackle her future like that, too! Raul's a bit surprised to see her so motivated all on her own, but it seems he's happy for her, as they walk off to ride the ferris wheel next.

On their way back from the amusement park, they run into Yurika, alongside Akito's remains. She excitedly asks if the pair tried the Mach Coaster Twister 9, stressing how unmatched the feeling of reaching Mach speeds in the flesh is. Akito, with whatever strength remains in him, tries his best to express that... it wasn't as fun for him.

Akito: "People... weren't made... to reach mach speeds... urgh..."

Needless to say, Raul and Mizuho decide not to ride the Mach Coaster Twister 9.

Banjo: "..." Kirakuni: "Oh, Banjo. Everything good? Planning on giving someone that bouquet?" Banjo: "Sadly, the bouquet's recipient is... long dead. Kirakuni, cancel the parade right now." Kirakuni: "Wh-what are you saying? It only just began!"

Chapter 7 - The Mazinger Team, In Peril!!

#srw r #super robot wars r #lets-play #translation

[burningrebelsworld]

I've not been in a good place mentally. I find my mental health deteriorating day by day. There are too many things I'm struggling with. I feel so bogged down, constantly in my fucking head, I just want to jump off a cliff tbh. Childhood trauma really fucks you up like nothing else? It has been resurfacing and i find myself crippling and spiralling. I can't imagine how my 12 year old self must've coped up with it.

When I was really tiny, I was extremely wise. I used to behave like a 50 y/o when I was barely 10/11, carrying the guilt, the shame and the baggage of my abusive family. I was often appreciated and praised for being mature. I was deeply conditioned to please all my family members. I would be patted whenever I gave into their decisions, let them choose for me and went with their choices. Everytime I spoke up for myself, took a stand, I was criticized.

I don't know if it's my Neptune and chiron in the 4th house or Lilith and Capricorn in the 4th house, but my childhood was a nightmare. It was so traumatic that my body panics even today when I think about it. As a family ritual, my family would engage in fights everyday where 10 people would yell at each other at the top of their voices.

I have always been a sensitive child with deep emotional wounds, I often found myself taking the role of a mediator, trying to calm them down. I could not stand conflict. I hate conflict. I hate fighting with someone. It triggers the fuck outta me. I feel so trapped and suffocated. I'm 22 now and nothing has seemingly changed.

I feel terrible looking back, knowing I was never allowed to live my childhood like other kids. I don't know what people love about their childhoods. Why they'd want to be kids again. I would never go back if I had a time machine. I have always wanted to grow up, I'm so grateful I did. I can't wait to be financially independent.

I slipped into depression after my family kept taunting me about wasting my university fee. I was called a disappointment and a waste of space. Why are people allowed to have kids when they don't know how to raise them? Why am I surrounded by so many narcissists who rely on so-called "reputation" and would rather let go of their dreams to do what the society expects them to do?

I don't know where to start healing. I am such a mess. I hate being here. I hate I ever desired to reincarnate in this household. Honestly? Give me my childhood back. I fucking hate this. I don't want to be responsible. I grew up too quick. My mind can't catch up to all the stress. I just want to be there for myself and do something that makes me happy.

Also, in my observation I've found that narcissists never change. I once told my mom I wanted to die and had a panic attack, I fell on the ground crying and begging her to talk to me. She was so numb. She told me I should stop crying if I didn't want the neighbours to think my family was inflicting some kind of pain on me.

Words will never do justice to the sleepless nights I've spent, being there for my parents when they should've been there for me instead. I'm so bitter, hateful and vengeful. I will not forgive them for what they did. I will not forgive them for passing their trauma onto me. I will not forgive them for snatching my childhood away from me, for dismissing my PTSD, for treating me like shit when all I deserved was unconditional love.

You know what sucks the most? When you've been through so much and still choose to love, trust and fall for someone? But they end up repeating the same cycle, treating you like doormat, mirroring your wounds and taking advantage of you. Breaking you in infinite ways. Healing is so painful. Healing comes at a huge price. I don't know what's easier. Hoping to heal, or wanting to fucking die.

I'm sorry for the vent, I needed an outlet.

#pick a card #tarot reading #free tarot #exchange reading #tarot exchange #pac reading #childhood trauma #fuck this #narcissticabuseawareness #narc abuse #attachment wound #anxiety #sorry for being depressing

[thisbluespirit]

Sapphire, Silver and Steel for the character meme, please.

Oh and Harry & Ruth, too, if you feel like it! 💙

Thank you! <3

1. Who would you rather swap aesthetics/outfits with for a day?

Okay, well, this time I'll have the sparkly waistcoat!!

2. Who do you team up with in a 2v2 volleyball match? Which side wins?

Silver. I suspect that Sapphire and Steel will win in this (obviously life or death) game, but who else?

3. If each of them got one million dollars, who would waste/spend their money the fastest?

They are all looking at this question. It does not apply to them.

However, if for some reason they had to dispose of 1 million dollars each because it was, maybe, Evil Money, Silver would be fastest, because that's Silver's nature. More confetti!

4. Who would die first in a horror movie? Who would be the survivor?

Silver. Sapphire and Steel would both survive. To be honest, all three of them would probably make it. They exist in permanent horror movie land and they're all still around. Even after things we shan't mention, they were still surviving.

5. They're all on the run from the law! What crimes did each commit and who is most likely to get caught?

lol. Again, not applicable, and none of them will be caught unless they want to be caught or it somehow happens temporarily because time has sort of made people think they've committed crimes in the middle of an assignment.

Crimes are something they leave to humans. If they committed a crime by their standards, they'd be on the other side, and all three of them have personally turned that proposition down already.

For Harry & Ruth:

1. You have to choose one to erase from their series! Who do you pick?

Look, if I pick Ruth, I'm not watching any more. If I pick Harry, there probably is no Spooks anyway. I'll pick Harry because I feel sure somehow he'd come back. Ruth would manage it at any cost, even without memory of him. She just would.

2. Who would you rather run into in a dark alley at night?

Ruth Evershed! At least there are significantly better odds on my not being assassinated next.

3. Who would you save from a burning building? Who would be more likely to save you from a burning building?

Ruth! I mean, if Harry wasn't there already. And for the other way around, Harry, I think, probably? He was once a field officer.

Mind you, it's Spooks. The odds are I'd probably burn to death tragically in the bomb that detonated before they could stop it.

4. Who would win in a dance-off?

Good question. This is a scenario they would avoid, but I feel Harry would win. But you never know with Ruth. She has hidden depths, likes performing and it doesn't pay to underestimate her.

Best to just enter a dancing competition undercover as partners and stay in via spy tricks.

5. They swap bodies for 24 hours! How badly do they mess up (or improve) each other's lives?

Ruth would probably pull off a reasonably good Harry impression for a day, although she would look at loads of Eyes Only documents she shouldn't be looking at, and she would have to go through a full half hour of panicking first. If she had to make the tough decisions, I think she'd actually be much better than usual, because she likes acting, so once in character as 'Harry' she'd probably just go for it, but it could go either way. Could be fine, could be the end of the world.

Harry OTOH would struggle with not being able to bark orders at people without everyone staring, everyone expecting him to be the sympathetic one and being supposed to know how all the computer systems work, and he's better at dry wit and assassinating his enemies than doing the weekly round up report.

Ruth would have to cover for him a lot.

Alternatively, they just come in, carry on with their respective usual roles while looking like each other and let the rest of Section D worry about what the hell is going on and then tell them all it was a psych test, and at least one of them failed.

However it goes, I don't think anybody's life is improved.

#replies #character ask meme #sapphire #silver #steel #pers-books #asks #harry pearce #ruth evershed

[aquadestinyswriting]

15 Questions OC Edition- Ionah

Right, so I got asked by @druidx to do this for Ionag aaaaages ago, but procrastinated on it. I finally have the spoons to do it, so here goes.

No tags for anyone since I'm pretty sure most of my taglist have done this so often that they don't have anyone left to do it for. Tags are merely for the people that will be interested in seeing these answers

Tags (again just for interest): @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @writeblrsupport, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

A dark cavern within the deepest recesses of The Pit. The cavern is damp with only the barest hint of light. Chained up in one corner is a nominally dwarven woman with obsidian skin that is barely highlighted by the light given off by the flames of her green-yellow beard and hair. Eyes of the same colour glance up at the shadowy figure of the Interviewer.

Interviewer: Nice place.

Ionah: Eh, it's not any worse than the other parts of this plane. What can I do for you?

Interviewer: I just have some question to ask you, if you'll oblige.

Ionah: Oh is that all? No favours you want, nothing in exchange?

Interviewers: I'm not nearly that stupid. I'm fully aware that making a deal with you is a very bad idea.

Ionah: *sigh* It was worth a shot. Well, get on with it.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not that I'm aware of. My parents were never the type to answer silly, wee questions like this when I was a child. I did sneak a peek at the old family tree once, so I think it's a name that used to be quite common and my folks decided it sounded nice.

2. When was the last time you cried?

*scoffs* Most likely when I was a wee bairn. I don't really recall having ever cried over anything in my fully concious life.

Interviewer: Not even following the death of your husband?

Ionah: Why waste tears on the man that made my life a misery? Quite frankly if he hadn't followed dear old King Nargond to his death, I probably would've offed him myself. At least he did the dignity of saving me the trouble.

3. Do you have kids?

*growls* I did. An ungrateful little sod of a son who had all these fanciful ideas about how the world was a good and just place. I tried my best to let him know the truth of the world from the minute he could talk, you know. Better that he grew up knowing how callous and cruel the world is than finding out the hard way. Pity my late husband disagreed with that and filled his head with notions of honour and loyalty *gags*.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Folk seemed to think I was always being saracastic for some reason. I never liked that. I always telt folk my truth, but they'd rather think I was bein' ironic or sarcastic than face up to the truth; that I despised the vast majority of them.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

What's there to notice? If you really want an answer though; whatever it is that makes it easy to manipulate them. For some, it's noticing the body language of those that are insecure. For others, it the way they talk about themselves or others. Yet others have little ticks that give away the way they really feel about someone or something. I could go on, but I get the distinct feeling you want this over with sooner rather than later *tight smile*

6. What's your eye color?

Are ye blind, or what? In mortal life they were blue-grey. Not the most common of colours. Most folk seemed to think that meant I was partially blind or something. I was always quick to disabuse them of that notion.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm guessing these movie things are similar to stage plays? *Interviewer confirms they are*. Neither then. I have no idea what it means to be frightened and happy endings disgust me. I'll tolerate a well-written tragedy though.

8. Any special talents?

*smiles widely and produces a sickly green flame in one hand* I'm a woman of many different talents. I realised I was a sorcerer at around the age of 25. I kept it hidden, because my people don't look kindly upon that kind of untamed and wild arcane magic. I developed my skills in secret and learned of ways to gain more power until, eventually, I discovered how to strip the gods of their power and deny them the ability for them to grant it to their clerics. I probably should have diversified a bit, stripped the power from Throff first before going after Moradin, the benefits of hindsight.

9. Where were you born?

Fangthane. My parents' house.

10. What are your hobbies?

*rolls eyes* Those who have time for things like hobbies are indolent folk who are too rich and/or politically powerful for their own good. Hobbies are a waste of time that can be spent gaining more power and prestige and buttering up the people who are useful in helping one attain more.

11. Have you any pets?

Animals are filthy, disgusting creatures that should only be kept if they're useful, otherwise they all might as well burn. I never once saw the point of keeping something that tracks in dirt and attracts pests for something like... *spits out word* companionship.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

See my answer with regard to hobbies. Sport is a waste of time.

13. How tall are you?

I might as well indulge you for this one since I can't exactly stand up. I'm four foot seven.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I hated school. The teachers had power over me and I rebelled against it at every opportunity. I only took in the lessons that were useful to me personally and ignored all else.

15. Dream job?

*cackles* Job? Why would I have need of a job? That's work for folk too poor and/or lazy to make the right connections in life. Dreams, like hobbies and sports, are a waste of time and energy. Dreams are for folk that can't tell fantasy from reality and those too young to know better. If you want to attain anything, you need to work for it and accept that dreams are made to be shattered and broken.

Interviewer: That was.... most enlightening. Thank you for your time.

Ionah: I'm glad I could be of use to you. Now are you sure there's nothing you want in exchange?

Interviewer: *already creating portal* Quite sure. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other places to be.

Ionah: Ah well, when you get back to the material plane, tell Yoruk that his mummy misses him dearly and to tell him to come visit some time.

The Interviewer doesn't reply and steps through their portal, not noticing the stray ember that has attached itself to their figure. Left alone to her own devices again, Ionah smiles widely as the shadows engulf her once more.

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[gillianthecat]

7, 10 and 12 for the ask game! ❤️

7. if you could change the ending of a drama which one would it be? ooh, there are a few that I'd love to give the writers a talking-to about.

Love Mechanics - but that's not the end, that's the entire second half. (I wish they'd either gone fully in on the messiness and emotional repercussions of cheating OR they'd focused on the tension from class differences from the beginning. Either could have been really interesting! But instead the cheating just got dropped and the family/class stuff felt crammed in at the end.)

War of Y: War of Managers - but as much as that ending ENRAGED me, that section over all feels unsalvageable, so I'm not going to waste my powers on it.

So I will choose Where Your Eyes Linger. (Spoilers follow)

I was totally absorbed by the first four episodes. It wasn't the most complex story, but something about the atmosphere and the characters really drew me in. But the ending was disappointing. First of all, the way the show handled sex, or rather completely didn't, felt disconnected from the characters. You're telling me that these two people, who'd had so much sexual tension, had one last night together before a possibly infinite separation and they wouldn't even kiss, let alone fuck? I would have been happy with closed door, fade-to-back, it just felt very out of character and yanked me out of the show. And then the separation and time-skip that followed are a perfect example of why people hate that trope. @squeakygeeky explains it so well in regards to why My Only 12%'s version worked, but here it was a time skip that did nothing for the characters' growth, and came too late in the show to be meaningful. Plus of course that ridiculous dead fish kiss.

However, I suspect that Hwang Da-seul also would change that ending, giving that Blueming and To My Stars were both so different. It is really cool to see her grow as a writer & director!

lol, you get three answers for the price of one. If I put it in small letters that means I'm not really talking about it, right?

10. a trope/genre you’d like to see more of Hmm. I haven't seen so much of what exists, so it's hard for me to know what is missing...

Oh, I know! I'd love more stuff focusing on the femme characters, the visibly queer characters. I'd love a show about the The World Remembers kids. Secret Crush on You was fabulous for what it did, but it still needed to pair up each of the weird queer kids with a typical strongly masculine campus king. I have no objection to that, but it would be great to see other stuff too. I don't know if production companies see enough of a market for this to happen, but it would be great if it did.

that's not really a trope or genre but i'll leave it at that

12.  an actor/actress you want to see in a lead role Well obviously the answer is Tonnam Piamchon Damrongsunthornchai. You're just trying to get me to talk about Tonnam, right? :-)

lol, but yes. I am very excited to see what he does with a lead role. (And I haven't even watched Triage yet, this is just based on LITA and the glimpses of him in Cutie Pie.)

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