#i might run one if there’s enough interest

[pinkiealexie]

"Night..." ✟ 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

NOTE :

Romantic, and also female reader! Very fluffy and we have sleepy Adam which is why he might be a single grain of ooc. Also this is a very short ficlet like 600 words I think??

It was dark, more specifically 1 am in the morning, almost 2.  You and your boyfriend Adam had stayed up the entire night to binge whatever shows or movies that appealed to your interest since picking out something to watch was usually very hard for anyone to do. 

His mask was off along with the robe he always wore, right now he only wore black boxers and his band’s shirt, his head resting on your stomach as his focus was on the show that was currently playing on the screen, with your hand gently running through his dark hair.  He wouldn’t even be watching the show at some points, his gaze would occasionally shift to you, admiring your beauty.

Despite Adam’s previous claims of ‘not being tired’ from earlier you could catch glimpses of his eyelids drooping every few minutes but didn’t call him out on it.  Now you think you should since you wanted him to get a good night's rest, he was a pretty busy guy after all, “You tired?” Adam nodded; You were a bit surprised that he didn’t deny it this time, not that there was a problem with it so you let out a soft hum while grabbing the remote from the night stand. 

“Lets go to sleep..I think that’s enough television for todayyyy…” Your own yawn interrupted you when you spoke, causing you to drag out the last word which caused Adam to quietly chuckle, making you let out a chuckle as well “Mmm, kay….”.  It was times like this when Adam was so soft, and so vulnerable that you couldn’t help the way your heart would melt at his behavior. 

A tired smile crept on your face when he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, pulling you lower so that you were laying down on the bed so that he could move his head in between your boobs, his favorite pillows.   Remembering that the remote was in your hand, you click the small, red power button to turn off the TV then gently throw the remote to land somewhere on the bed, not caring where it landed since finding it would be tomorrow you’s problem. 

When placing your hand back down on the bed you felt Adam’s large hand gently and slowly go up your arm to find your own hand in the darkness of the room.  Upon finding your hand, intertwined his fingers with yours and gave it a gentle squeeze almost as if checking you were actually there with him.  With your free hand you gently traced and rubbed small circles into his back, causing him to let out a small moan of bliss. 

His small breaths for air were quiet and soft, a small smile on his face instead of his cocky grin/smirk while he listened to your beating heart, his favorite melody “Night..love ya, baby…” his voice drowsy and barely audible yet you could still hear him.

You chuckled sweetly, planting a kiss on the top of his head one final time as you got comfortable and let out a content sigh, “I love you too…goodnight…”

...

In less than a few minutes he was already in a deep sleep, his soft snores being the only thing filling the room up.  Looking down at him laying on you, you realized how the moon light shined down on his face through the curtain cracks.

It took you a few more minutes to fall asleep so you decided to admire his beautifully crafted features one last time before finally closing your eyes and drifting off into a peaceful slumber with Adam.

#ficlet #x reader #romantic #fluff #domestic fluff #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin x reader #hazbin adam x reader #adam x you #adam hazbin hotel x reader #alexie.writes

[iloveoldermen-posts]

Pen-pals

Warnings: only the hapter to start things going and to set the vibe, part one of at least 10, i have not proof read ୨୧

Chapter 1 – Greetings.

He was forced into it, no way in hell would he ever do it on his own. But his also forced councillor thought it would help him to have connections to the outside world and ensured him that if it didn’t work out within two months, he could stop trying and never do it again. But he couldn’t tell her that or it would be ‘cheating.’

Which would probably deter people but as a chronic people-pleaser, I just couldn’t let that run. So, I tried my absolute hardest to fill my letters with copious amounts of joy so that there’s no way he couldn’t write back.

January 13th

--

Dear ‘Ghost’,

I was only told your call-sign to ensure maximum confidentiality – rules right. They told me that you were the only one who could tell me your real name so if you ever feel comfortable enough, I will happily learn all about you!

Here is some information about me; my name is Y/N, I am always helping people out for work (quite interesting if I do say so myself), I love to bake in my free time and my favourite time of the year is autumn (I just LOVE the mix of weather).

I always add some questions to these letters.

Why is your call-sign Ghost?

What’s your favourite thing to do when you aren’t deployed?

And finally, a simple one – what’s your favourite colour?

From,

       Y/N.

P.S I was told you would probably take around a week – two to respond so don’t feel rushed to write back, I know how taxing your job tends to be :)

January 29th

--

Dear Ghost,     

I hope you are doing well, I’m not sure if you received the letter I sent as you haven’t replied so I’m trying again just to make sure. My name is Y/N and I have a black Labrador that I love so much. 

I have a hectic work schedule and I am always flying all over the world to help people. So I won’t always be able to write to you consistently. I hope that’s okay!

Instead of questions, I thought I would tell a little joke;

What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T-Rexes?  SMALL ARMS. 

:) hope you enjoyed that one because there are way more to come.

From

 Y/N.

February 13th

--

Dear ‘Ghost’,

This will be the last letter I am writing to you as I believe someone could get through to you, it just won’t be me. So, I have requested to be swapped buddies. 

I think it might be someone who’s in your unit, I think his name is John or Johnny – something like that. And I’m told I will be a better suit to them and their personalities.

So I hope you stay safe and are able to speak with someone who you can let your guard down too; even though they will never be as funny as me. Teehee :)

From

Y/N.

I’m quite sad that it didn’t work out as I thought we could have both benefited from it, but you know what they say – it is what it is. And at the end of the day, he needs someone he can truly feel comfortable talking to and I never did get to know him so it doesn’t affect me much in those terms. Even if a month was wasted by waiting for a never-to-arrive letter. Well the true term would be never-to-be-write-or-sent but we digress.

The birds hum a beautiful harmony as I post the final letter through the poorly painted post-box on the end of my road. As I turn to leave, the clouds above me start weeping uncontrollably at my departure.

I’ve never been one for signs but that can’t have been a coincidence.

My asks are currently open so get the requests in, and check out my masterlist.

They first two chapters will be mostly letters and then will move to texts and irl interactions - at least I plan...

#141 x reader #task force 141 #simon riley x you #cod 141 #simon ghost riley #mw2 141 #ghost cod #simon riley fluff #ghost x reader #ghost #simon #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #angst #pen pals #military #bridgerton #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc

[azzibuckets]

For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 8]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: in which the “fake” in fake dating starts to rear its ugly head

a/n: probably the most painful thing i’ve ever written

word count: 2.2k

masterlist w/ all parts

“How was practice?”

Azzi gently stirred the mug of hot chocolate as she carefully brought it over to Paige, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

“Pretty good. Worked on our box and one defense.” Paige brought the mug to her lips but Azzi halted her, leaning over to blow on the steaming liquid first. “Careful. It’s hot.”

The younger girl took a seat on the couch, bringing Paige’s feet onto her lap. This is how their past few nights had looked like - Azzi rubbing Paige’s legs while recounting practice detail by detail, from the conditioning to the drills to the scrimmages. It was slightly exhausting giving such a complete run down of their entire three hour practice, especially since Paige tended to asked questions that seemed irrelevant, making the whole spiel last even longer, but from the way the blonde listened intently, Azzi knew that this was how she was coping.

So these days she’d found herself stopping to take notes during practice, of important things that Geno said or observations she made of their plays, so that Paige would have something interesting to hear about.

“That’s good.” Paige pressed the heel of her foot against Azzi’s thigh, sending her a soft smile. “I missed you today.”

Azzi pinched Paige’s skin, a playful grin on her face. “You just saw me yesterday.”

“I know, but it’s not enough. It gets so lonely in here. Going outside is so tiring with crutches and shit.” Paige leaned her head back, breathing hard. When Azzi didn’t respond, only comfortingly patting her leg, she took it as a sign to continue. “I can’t even hang out with the girls no more because I feel like I’m dragging everyone behind, pathetically limping and trying to catch up.” Paige was on a rant now, her pent up anger seeping through her words. “But then I can’t go out alone, cuz sometimes people will start swarming me like I’m an animal at a zoo, and I can’t even escape because of my stupid leg.”

Paige was heaving now, and she was surprised when she looked down and saw that a wet drop had fallen on the collar of her shirt. Touching her cheek with her fingertips, she’d realized that tears had started to fall. “This is so stupid,” Paige grumbled. “I don’t know why I’m getting emotional over this shit.”

“Hey.” Azzi’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm to Paige’s wounds. “It’s not stupid. I get what you mean. I tore my ACL in high school. People always talk about the obvious struggles like not being able to play and stuff, but they don’t know about all these little things that make even daily life so hard.” She gently swiped her thumb over a tear rolling down Paige’s cheek. “I might have a solution to your problems, though.”

“What?” Paige perked up, suddenly interested.

Azzi smirked. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

————————

The next day, when Azzi opened the door of Paige’s apartment with the key that she’d been gifted, she came with a shiny wheelchair in tow.

She heard Paige moving around in the bathroom, so she rushed to hide the wheelchair behind the couch before the blonde could step out. The water from the faucet started running, and soon Paige limped out on her crutches.

“Oh my god, you scared me for a second,” Paige laughed.

Azzi slowly winded her arms around the older girl’s waist. “Guess what?”

Paige kissed the corner of Azzi’s mouth, trying to calm her heart that was now racing just from seeing the girl. “What?” But Azzi didn’t respond. She merely grabbed Paige’s crutches with one hand while supporting her waist with the other. She tossed them to the side, laughing at the confusion on Paige’s face.

“Are you gonna magically heal my knee?” Paige asked sarcastically, gripping into Azzi’s elbow for dear life.

“Nope. But today we’re going out, and all you’ll need is this.” Azzi slowly guided Paige to the couch, where she pointed at the wheelchair.

The blonde’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“Yes, way.” Azzi made sure Paige was steadily holding on to the couch before jogging to retrieve the wheelchair. “When I tore my ACL I had the same issue. I felt all pent up in my room but crutches were way too big of a nuisance. So my dad surprised me with a wheelchair and he’d just take me to the park and stuff so I could get some fresh air without having to hobble everywhere.”

Paige situated herself into the wheelchair, still in disbelief at the kind gesture. She felt Azzi run her hands through her hair, collecting and bringing it back, exposing the nape of her neck for her to brush her lips against. “Ready?” she murmured against her skin.

“Fuck yes.”

————————-

Paige never thought she’d be so happy to be in a wheelchair. But here she was, being pushed by Azzi around the Storrs campus, and she’d never felt so giddy.

At first, they walked quietly, without aim. Paige would occasionally point things out and Azzi would respond with a hum. Every so often Azzi would let her fingernails lightly scratch across Paige’s shoulders, a soft reminder of her presence, and both were content.

“Oh my god, Az. There’s ice cream.” Paige turned around and gave such adorable puppy eyes that the dark haired girl could only roll her eyes affectionately and give in. When Paige started quietly chanting, “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,” Azzi shook her head, marveling at how to everyone else, Paige as a big and intimidating all star athlete, but to Azzi, she was just a dork.

“You wanna share?” Paige asked, studying the menu with the most concentration and thoughtfulness that Azzi had ever seen from her.

“Only if we get mint chip.”

“So you like toothpaste. Gotcha.”

Azzi leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You weren’t saying that last night.” The blonde immediately blushed, recalling how while they’d brushed their teeth last night, Azzi had looked so gorgeous that she couldn’t help herself but kiss her right then and there. Azzi had shrieked and pushed her off, but Paige had chuckled, pressing another toothpastey kiss to her cheek.

But Paige quickly recovered. “Well, anything tastes good when it’s on your lips.” This time it was Azzi’s turn to blush furiously.

For the rest of their “walk,” Paige focused on slurping her ice cream cone, occasionally lifting it up for Azzi to take a bit.

“You ate basically all of it,” Azzi complained once Paige had popped the last piece of cone into her mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you asking for a bite from all the way up there,” Paige mocked.

Azzi leaned over the back of the wheelchair, staring at Paige upside down. “You’re an idiot,” she’d laughed as she’d pressed her lips to Paige’s.

“Very nice,” Paige approved once they broke apart. “Like Spider-man.”

The girls heard a high-pitched squeal come from behind them, and they both turned around, surprised to see Leo barreling towards them.“That was so cute!” Paige looked down, noticing the camera in Leo’s hand. “But do you think you could redo that kiss, with everything exactly the same? My lens went out of focus so the video came out kinda blurry.”

“What?” Paige looked at Azzi to see if she was just as confused as they were, but Azzi was staring icily at Geno’s daughter, her jaw clenched and rigid.

“Uh, for the documentary?” Leo held up her camera, as if that explained everything. “Azzi, I knew I agreed not to come yet, but this was so great! I think after this we can just move onto the interviews. I won’t be needing any more content.”

“Leo,” Azzi said roughly, taking a menacing step towards her. “Please leave.”

“What?” The peppy brunette looked taken aback.

“No, don’t leave,” Paige interjected. She looked between the two of them in disbelief. “Does someone wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Now Leo looked confused. “Azzi? I thought you told her?”

“Fucking hell.” Azzi let go of the wheelchair, pressing her palms against her temples. “I was going to,” she mumbled. “I swear I was, but-”

“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on right now.” Paige heard her own voice, and it took even her by her surprise. She hadn’t used a tone so filled with malice and aggression against Azzi since before they’d started this whole thing, and right now that felt like decades ago.

Leo looked hesitantly at Azzi before saying softly, “Um, I know the truth about you guys. That you two aren’t actually dating.”

Panic rose up in Paige’s throat. “Fudd, you told her?”

“I didn’t tell her!” Azzi said quickly, her voice all nervous and high pitched. “She overheard one of our conversations and asked me about it.”

“But I told her I’d keep the secret to myself, including from my dad, as long as you guys would agree to keep doing my segment. It’s way too late into the semester to throw my whole project away,” Leo defended.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Azzi’s heart lurched at the wounded look in Paige’s eyes. She glanced at Leo. This was not the way she’d planned for this conversation to play out, in front of Leo and in public, with some people now staring at them.

“I-”

“Wait.” Paige interrupted. “So why is Leo here right now? Can someone explain that?”

Leo looked guiltily down at her camera, as if she’d just been caught red handed. “Well, you’ve been out with your ACL, so you haven’t really been around to help film for my doc. Which I totally understand, it’s really terrible what happened. But then I realized I was really running short on scenes, and they’re due in a week, so I asked Azzi if there was any chance that I could get any more candids of you guys.” A headache was starting to form behind Paige’s eyes, throbbing and threatening to split her skull. “Azzi texted back and said that she was taking you around campus today, and that I could come get some shots if I wanted,” Leo finished, staring at the ground.

“I told you that you could get some shots after I gave you the say so.” Azzi spit, her eyebrows drawn together in fury as she glared at Leo. “Not whenever the fuck you wanted, just following us like creeps.” Azzi leaned down until she was eye to eye with Paige. “Listen, P. I was planning on telling you that Leo knew. And I was planning on asking you for permission for her to come take some shots at the end of the day, so that she’d have enough to turn in. I was planning on doing all this before Leo came, but I forgot.” Azzi’s voice came out patched and broken. “I swear I wouldn’t have let her if you’d said no.”

Paige‘s knuckles clenched tight, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand so hard that she started to draw blood. Of course.

Why else would Azzi show up to her apartment with this godforsaken wheelchair, with that stupid big grin of hers, and offer to spend her entire day pushing Paige around like a servant? Azzi hadn’t cared that Paige had opened up to her, been vulnerable to her about how difficult it had been to be stuck on crutches, helpless and incapable. No, she’d wheeled Paige around in order to look like a hero, to look like the model girlfriend in front of Leo’s dumbass cameras, motivated to save her own ass from being kicked off the Europe trip.

All of the times Azzi had shown up to her apartment, groceries in hand, had stayed for a movie and fallen asleep on Paige’s shoulder? Those moments had meant everything to Paige, and nothing to her. Paige cursed herself for letting her guard down, for letting herself fall in love with Azzi Fudd. For letting herself believe that they could be anything more than enemies.

She turned to Leo. “Take me home,” she demanded, her voice cold.

“Paige, wait.” Azzi scrambled furiously to stand in front of the wheelchair. “Please, you don’t understand.”

“Understand what? The fact that you know I have a hard time opening up to people, yet when I finally opened up to you about my insecurities about using crutches, you immediately took advantage of that?” Paige laughed, but it was bitter and hollow because right now, nothing was funny.

“That wasn’t my intention at all. You can’t-”

“You know what?” Paige interrupted. “I can’t even be mad at you. This is what we agreed to after all. Fake dating. Nothing less, nothing more.” She laughed bitterly. “In fact, I should thank you for being the reasonable one. For not being stupid enough to get your feelings involved like I did.” Paige bit the inside of her cheek so hard she could taste blood. “This was really a genius plan. Lugging the cripple around, getting her ice cream like she’s a poor child that needs to be saved. You’re smart, Fudd, I’ll give you that.” Paige hated it, the way Azzi was recoiling into herself because of her words, but she couldn’t think. She could only feel, and right now she was feeling a whole lot of hurt.

Leo nervously took ahold of Paige’s wheelchair.

“Paige, you don’t even know what you’re saying,” Azzi said. And apparently Paige was better at controlling her emotions than Azzi was, because Azzi was crying now, forcing words through her tears.

Paige cut her off again. “Save it.” She motioned for Leo to push, and they began heading in the opposite direction. “Don’t bother coming to my surgery.”

Paige hadn’t meant that. Oh god, she hadn’t meant that. They’d talked about her surgery just days earlier - Azzi had joked that she would fill up Paige’s entire apartment with stuffed animals to await her return; she’d joked that she’d show up to her hospital room from the first visiting hour and stay until the last, nagging and bothering Paige the entire time until Paige begged her to leave; she’d joked that she’d bring the biggest and brightest bouquet of flowers she could find so that she would outshine all the other measly attempts at flowers that people would bring. Paige had laughed, but in her head, she’d thought about how much she wouldn’t have minded if Azzi actually followed through with her words. About how the first face she wanted to see after her surgery was Azzi, and only Azzi. But she hadn’t said any of that, had instead giggled and swatted Azzi on the shoulder.

But now, the distance between them grew further and further, and it took Paige everything not to break apart right then and there.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconnwbb #wbb #wcbb #angst

[ronearoundblindly]

F and Z for nomad steve! i love that fic tbh

From this ask game and about the Hideout series with touch-starved!Steve x motel employee!reader.

*sorry this took so long. Technically wasn't doing these anymore but then again this month has been a miserable mess of work and allergy pain, so this might get something flowing writing-wise. Enjoy!

Dirty headcanons ahoy! Minors DNI, please and thank you. There is plenty for you to enjoy from my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!

F - Food Play

Ok, this one is very simple: food in the bedroom generally means something in his hand or in your hand that isn't part of the other person. Steve prefers skin-to-skin contact. He likes to be touching you and likes you to be touching him. He doesn't give a shit about food other than providing you with whatever you need or want of it to fuel sexual activities--or life, ya know, because he's very respectful and aware that life is not about sex--just not food during sex. Sorry. It holds no interest for him.

If you want to, cool, but that doesn't enhance anything for him.

Z - Zones

Uh...everywhere?!

But ok, I see what y'all want. Let's break this down, full-body style, starting with extremities.

Steve has a thing with his hands. It's an intimate act to offer love and affection to parts of him that inflict damage and pain. This is something he enjoys about art: good and beautiful things can come from a piece of him used for violence. As far as his feet? This is more of a playful enjoyment, a comfort. Steve doesn't derive sensuality from touching his feet, but he fakes being ticklish so he can act a little childish and playful with you. He likes to be barefoot (as a sign he isn't ready to run), and if his legs are on you, his feet are likely pressed to you as well. Hopefully that makes sense. Steve likes to tuck into your body as much as possible.

Alrighty, LEGS! Take a deep breath, ladies, because Steve gets extremely excited for a sharp grip on his thighs and just a hint of your nails biting his skin while you go down on him. That's not a sign it's too much for you; he takes that as encouragement. He likes when your hands go groping and wandering anywhere while you slowly take him as deep as you can (mouth or pussy), but he is an absolute whore for your enthusiasm. When you act like you can't possibly have enough of him at once, he cannot possibly hold in his own appreciation.

🥴

::takes break to scream into the void::

Onto the arms, head, and chest...right...yeah, so, Nomad's got that gorgeous fucking hair, but do not pull on it--not hard, ok, not a lot. You get far more from Steve by being gentle around his upper body, similar to the hands. He feels devotion and adoration through gentle touch above the belt. He likes the sort of all-encompassing feel of being hugged or slightly smothered by your body on his. If you cage his face in with your arms and hands, if you make the world feel shrunken to just the two of you in that moment, Steve melts. He's a goner for that. He likes your weight on his chest--or face because face-sitting is great--but as much skin-to-skin contact as possible is always welcome.

Steve gets oddly thrilled by you placing his body how you'd like. Other than the hair or beard, he enjoys you tugging at him to maximize your own comfort or pleasure. That's often how he learns what drives you crazy, in good and bad ways.

This brings us to, yes, you guessed it: the ass, cock, and balls.

Ironically, very sensitive and erogenous zones that aren't Steve's favorite. Playfully smack his butt at your own peril; he does NOT like that during sex, gang. Lock your legs around him, fine. Dig in with what would be a bruising grip (to anyone normal), go for it. Nomad does not enjoy any sort of impact play. Choose moments outside of intimacy wisely for that.

Touch-starved Stevie is extremely sensitive to outright sexual contact, so he sorta needs a lot of foreplay, sweetness, and closeness before his actual erection is involved. It's just too fast for him otherwise. Then he feels like he's using you. If there's one thing that will make Steve feel shittier than having to kill people, it's using a woman--especially you--for sex and seemingly nothing else.

Does he eventually stop coming so quickly? Sure. He never wants to leave the room without making you feel taken care of, much less actually leaving the property. That makes him feel guilty and miserable.

BUT!!! Don't fret. When he does have longer nights to stay with you, to go multiple rounds, to let you explore him without fuss, then yeah, he gets very excited to let you tease and stroke him and figure out that Steve just literally cannot keep his shit together if you get your mouth on his balls. Lots of licking and kissing. Some sucking. Oh my god... I mean... Nicest way possible? Slut for it. Just saying.

Thank you for asking!

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[franzkafkagf]

I noticed that Aegon's fans are divided into two teams - the first one sees him as a completely heartless, almost psychopath, the other one like in this analysis.

https://www.tumblr.com/very-straight-blog/750648583572881408/it-really-tires-me-how-some-fans-try-to-make-aegon?source=share

What do you think about it and how do you see him?

Basically I've written a few things on him already; here, here and here as well as the many web weavings i have on him hihi <3

I see him as a super nuanced character; he is deeply (and I mean deeply) broken. That's why I love him, there's so much there in terms of characterization, even with the little screentime he had.

He is so desperate to be loved but destined to be hated by everyone around him (thank you tgc for this quote, lives rent-free in my mind forever)

Rhaenyra sees him as a threat (she has this fear that her father will replace her with him, someday)

Alicent deeply loves him but is too hard on him (she genuinely thinks all her sons will die if she doesn't make him king; he needs to be strong. strong for them, strong for her.

Aemond is resentful towards him. Resentful of his weakness. He has everything Aemond ever wanted. Why isn't he happy? He would be happy and grateful (he wouldn't).

Viserys wanted Baelon. He is not Baelon.

Forced to marry his sister, he never wanted this for them (in canon,,,, I'll live in my little helaegon delulu land)

He is the kicked dog of the family. He is the only one we see being physically reprimanded. It happens time and time again, this was a deliberate choice by the writers. All of Alicent's fears and grudges and love (ugly, desperate love, but still love) towards Rhaenyra are loaded onto him -> I wished we saw them interact, they are so alike :(

What does a kicked dog do? He runs back, tail between his legs. He tries so hard but somehow it doesn't work. He feels like a failure, he runs off, avoids the pain. He doesn't want to face his reality. He drinks, he indulges in anything that will make him forget

I did not ask for this. I've done everything you've asked me to, and I try so... I try so hard, but it will never be enough for you or father.

He acts out, engages in super self-destructive behaviour -> remember when the brothel madam said that Aegon doesn't go to nice places? It's like he is punishing himself.

I'll also have to speak about his assault; kind of a baffling writing choice to introduce him as a r*pist but it is in line with his characterization. He is a prince, of course he can take anything he wants, right? It was just harmless fun, right?

This behaviour doesn't stem from cruelty (like it did with Ramsay or Joffrey) it comes from the entitlement he feels. He might be the scapegoat of the family, but he is still a spoiled prince -> I actually love this about his character too. Purely good/purely victimized characters are BORING! He is interesting, there's both evil and good in him, he is so extremely complex I want to SCREAM.

I can see him going on an arc, not repent, but change. Grow into the man who can sway the people of Dragonstone to his side, grow into the role of king. Become the type of man who would rather live in pain than dull his senses with milk of the poppy. HIS ARC WILL BE INSANE!!!!!

I know a lot of fans want him to be less whiny, less pathetic, less grey… but honestly? He is perfect the way he is in the show. I genuinely love how he is written (I would've wished to see some interaction with his kiddos and Rhaenyra, that is all lmao) and I know he will be amazing in season 2.

#aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #hotd #aegon targaryen #ales.txt #tw sa mention

[rainbowsky]

Dear Rainbowsky,

I have been pondering whether to write or not to write for many days now.  I am neither good at writing nor with words.  So please bear with me, because it's going to be quite long if I want to explain myself thoroughly.  I don't often use any social media, however, today I was saddened to the point that I must say something.  I have great great respect for both of you and Vic, therefore I seek your pardon to use your platform to say a few words in support of DD's newest movie.  I felt I must tell of my own experiences and maybe help lift some of the doubts, anger, disappointments & whatnot.

I was barely a teenager when we escaped from the civil war in my country.  I'm sure some of the older generations would have remembered the Hollywood movie called " The Killing Fields".  When the war ended, many families were escaping to Thailand (or countries nearby).  My family was among them.  It was an extremely dangerous journey.  We could get killed at any moment.  We had to climb mountains, walk through thick jungles, for many many weeks (most of the time we went without food.  We slept wherever we got tired.)  There were many guerrillas (Former Pol Pot's soldiers) in the jungles, and landmines.

We were a group of nearly 20 women with 3 young children (no men).  Before the journey (from Phnom Penh to the borders of Thailand), my adopted mum had me bathe in mud every day in the hope that I'd become as black as everyone else in the group (I have much lighter skin, therefore, I would put everyone at risk because we might run into soldiers or guerrillas in the jungles and get question by them.  My adopted mum is darker than the dark chocolate)  If I could get away with painting myself black with soot (there was no such thing as make-up in war, and soot from the charcoal would come off) she would have attempted that too.  I was taught to tell lies if I was asked where we were going.  I was to say that my mum and I were on our way to Thailand to look for my father who had an affair with a Thai woman!  I didn't quite understand but knew that it was very very important that I got everything correct.  And sure enough halfway through our journey we were stopped by a fierce looking group of guerrillas in Siem Riep jungle.  These people would not hesitate to put a bullet or two in you just for the fun of it!  Most were young adults with machine guns and bullets hanging around their bodies.  They looked at us with much hatred and disgust (I only remembered there were many of them), then they decided to question me (I must have stuck out like a sore thumb).  I must have peed in my pants, I could see my adopted mother was trembling and praying!  Everyone must be trembling and praying too.  They asked for my mother, I pointed at her.  They didn't believe us as mother and daughter.  She was about to explain when one of them shouted at me where we were going.....

To cut the story short, I would like to ask everyone "Am I being a racist because I made myself black so that I can save lives?", "Is my adopted mother guilty of telling lies to save lives?".  If you are a white person that needs to paint yourself black in order to survive, wouldn't you do it? Or you'd rather put everyone at risk because you think your life and everyone's life is not worth it?

When it comes to war and you are in a war zone, there is no such thing as black or white, there is only human life and survival!

If anyone is interested in reading about the guerrillas in the Cambodia jungles, I'd like to recommend this one book by Chris Moon "One step beyond"

I love your blog (and Vic's too) very very much. I thank you to both of you from the bottom of my heart.

Hi reksmey3328, thanks so much for your kind words, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! ☺️

First of all I want to send you blessings for surviving such a huge and terrifying ordeal. You and your mother and all the women and children travelling with you were exceptionally brave to get through something like that. What an incredible journey.

I hope you've all gone on to live in safety, and surrounded by kind and loving people. Thanks so much for sharing your story. You underestimate your ability to communicate. Your experience really shone through in your writing. 🫂

I don't think anyone would argue that you were doing anything offensive or wrong by disguising yourself the way you did. Clearly it was a matter of life and death.

And I don't think anyone would argue that - if such a UN mission happened where people had to infiltrate a community with different racial characteristics in order to rescue hostages - there could be anything objectionable about the rescuers doing the same.

However, I still feel that the use of blackface in the film should have been avoided. Filmmaking isn't a matter of life and death, and there are many different ways the scene could have been adapted to tell the story and provide high stakes suspense without subjecting the actors and the viewers to this indignity.

Even if they were trying to depict a real-life mission that had actually happened (and I still haven't seen evidence that it was directly based on a real mission), they could have adapted the scenes to remove the use of those disguises. Filmmakers do this all the time when creating films based on historical events.

That's just my personal opinion. I know others might disagree, and that's their right. (For those wanting my detailed thoughts on the issue, they can check out the posts linked here).

Thanks again for sharing your story, and for the book recommendation. 💛.

#formed police unit #ggdd controversies #thanks so much #ask

[zephyrchama]

hi!! please can you spare a crumb of leviathan fluff please?

You knocked on the door to Leviathan’s room out of courtesy, but he was already calling for you to “come in.”

“No password?” you asked. You had been expecting a fun trivia question like always.

“No need. I could tell it was you.” From the sound of your approaching footsteps to the way you knock, and even the little pause between those two actions. Everyone seemed to know your distinctive traits better than you did.

“What’s up?” Leviathan didn’t look over. He was too preoccupied with his manga. He held it up in a way that obscured most of his face. His legs were sprawled out on the floor with his back against an ottoman and a stack of the latest releases by his side. Leviathan had a knack for lounging comfortably in the most inconvenient positions.

“I was looking for something to read. Mind if I browse your collection?” "Mmhmm.” Having unfiltered access to Leviathan’s collection was a rare privilege extended only to you, who could be trusted to borrow things without damaging or losing them. Or selling them, spilling food on them, bending the pages. There had been an extensive list of detailed rules you pledged to follow.

You spent a couple of minutes browsing the shelves. Honestly, nothing stood out. The room was silent, save for the occasional turn of a page and the humming of the lights. You were just bored and hoped to spend some quality time with a certain nerd, however, he was busy.

Giving up on the shelves, you decided to plop down in front of Leviathan. He was so immersed in his comic that he didn’t notice. A lead-up to a large-scale battle scene occupied so much of his attention, he failed to realize you were crawling over his legs like a spy in an action flick. You finally grabbed his attention by squeezing your shoulders between his arms, bumping your head against the book as you tried to worm under it.

“Hey! Ahh!” Leviathan was startled. He raised his hands in shock, or maybe to preserve his manga, but either way it created a wider path for you to take immediate advantage of. You snuggled up to his shoulder with the determination of a thousand shounen protagonists.

“What… what? What are…? Whu?” Leviathan was at a loss for words until he finally settled on demanding, “what is this?”

You were still trying to get comfortable, which was causing Leviathan a lot of discomfort. You rolled over to lay your back against his chest and bent your legs over his knees. Tugging his arms back down so you could see the manga, you explained, “I wanted to read this one.”

“It’s volume 18 though…?”

You nodded, “cool.”

“Did you even read the other volumes? You won’t get it at all.”

You tilted your head far back to look up at Leviathan, catching his eye for a brief moment before he glanced away. You felt him shudder. “I wanna read this one, though, so explain it to me.”

Far from the upcoming battle in his manga, Leviathan faced a raging battle in his mind. He couldn’t even remember what happened on the last few pages. He’d have to go back and re-read them.

“If it’s too much, just pretend like I’m not even here. I’ll figure it out on my own,” you said. The art looked good enough that you could admire that, even if you didn’t know anything about the plot.

“As if I could do that,” Leviathan complained. With a sigh, he hooked his arms under yours and brought his legs up so you fit better in his lap. Now you wouldn't slide down or constantly readjust your position. His movements were slow and deliberate attempts to make the both of you comfortable. He was cautious, as if you might jump up and run off at any moment.

“We can voice the lines out loud together,” you suggested, “but you’re gonna have to speak up or I won’t be able to hear you.” A chance to play voice actor sounded great to Leviathan. He was definitely interested. ”I’m right here though? What do you mean you can’t hear me?”

“Sorry, what was that? Come closer, the thumping in your chest is just so loud.”

With an embarrassed groan, he slapped the manga against his head and buried his blush-stained face into your hair where you couldn't see.

#noblesse oblige here u go #levi shower pic when #i've got the start of vampire mc and levi written too. i've got the start of a lot of stuff. don't look at my drafts folder. #i'm actually still not hip with fanfic terms so i hope this counts as fluff? #ask request #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me! #obey me #omswd #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me fluff #obey me x mc #obey me swd #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #obey me levi x reader

[dyaz-stories]

WIP Wednesday — Gojo Satoru x Kagome Higurashi

Hiii everyone, I wanted to post this little snippet on here for this niche crossover pairing I've been thinking about so much recently. I have ideas for a fic for them that I really want to work on and publish eventually, but in the meantime, here is a little part that I've written. I don't know if anyone who reads me will be in both fandoms and/or be interested but if you are PLEASE come scream about it with me, you'd be so so welcome to do so! Hope you'll enjoy!

“Gojo!”

Kagome sprints down the crater left by the collision. The dust hasn’t settled yet. She cannot hear anything but the sound of her own heart over the ringing left by the explosion, and her eyes cannot pick up anything through the thick veil of dirt and ashes.

She has no way of knowing what she will find down there, no way of knowing if Gojo is alive or if she will have to finish the enemy he could not take on, alone. She already has an arrow at the ready, fingers tight around the string of her bow. Her spiritual energy, which she’s so dutifully repressed for years, is pulsating under her skin, keeping up with her swirling emotions.

He’d said he was the strongest. He’d said it, and repeated it, and everyone around him had acted like it was obvious, and she’d believed them — but she barely knew him, and he barely knew her world. He was an exorcist, and these weren’t curses. Yokai, corrupt monks, dark priestesses… He could as easily not have made it.

But when she reaches the bottom of the crater, as the dust is starting to settle, she meets piercing blue eyes.

“Not bad, huh?” Satoru Gojo asks her. He’s grinning wildly, panting, sweat running down his neck.

He’s alive.

Relief washes over Kagome instantly, and she puts down her bow, letting the spiritual energy flow back in. She feels it protest, knows it wants out, wants her to stop constricting it. She still forces it back in.

“You’re okay,” she whispers.

His grin widens even more as he walks up to her. His tongue sticks out cockily between his teeth as he speaks.

“’course I’m okay. You didn’t think I was going to let that little thing beat me, huh?”

He’s towering over her, basking in the glory of his victory. His white hair frame his face, a glowing halo. He looks like an angel. He looks like a god.

Kagome feels the relief switch to fear, one that fills her veins and makes her head buzz. Half of it is canalized into anger right away, because that’s just how she’s wired,  but she knows. Deep down, she’s terrified.

“You cannot do things like that,” she says slowly, taking the time to articulate so she doesn’t lose it. “You don’t know enough about the yokai, or the wielders of spiritual energy. You don’t know what we can do.”

“Neither do you,” he answers casually, leaning his shoulders back. “There’s nothing you can throw at me that I wouldn’t be able to take.”

The worst part is, she doesn’t even believe that that is untrue. He probably could. If he had any idea of what might be coming his way, which he clearly, emphatically, doesn’t.

“You don’t understand,” she says. “I told you before. Spiritual energy— it can dispel cursed energy. Whether it’s curses, or any spell.”

He tilts his head, studying her. His eyes are shining.

“Just like that?” he asks. His tone is mocking, and she can tell he doesn’t believe her one bit. She gets it. He’s never seen it happen. This is a world he never even knew existed, and he’s used to nothing being able to hide from him. But she has to, she needs to make him believe her.

So she reaches out. His Infinity is always a light glow around him, one that she knows others cannot see, so she knows it’s activated. She lets her fingers get in contact with it, slowly. It stretches like a glove at first, before the spiritual energy that irrigates her entire body whether she wants it or not sets to purifying it. It doesn’t pop like a bubble, though she suspects she could do that, if she chose to, just letting her index finger through, then her entire hand, then her wrist. Finally, she places her hand on Gojo’s heaving chest, all while he’s staring at her, mouth slightly agape now.

“Any spell,” she repeats.

For context:

This takes place post high school arc for Satoru but pre-Yuta. Satoru is around 24 I want to say? Maybe a little younger. I haven't decided yet if he's already a teacher at Jujutsu High but I'm leaning towards no.

Kagome is the same age, living in the modern era for reasons that will be explored later on. The well is closed. I'm leaning towards InuKag having always been platonic in this universe, but with a very very strong bond nonetheless (obviously)

#inuyasha #kagome higurashi #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo #kagome #kagome x gojo #kagome higurashi x gojo satoru #inuyasha fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #crossover pairing #crossover ship #crossover fanfiction #rarepair #my writing #wip #wip wednesday

[blueaphelion]

Would anyone be interested in a Skybridger week? 👀

#star wars #star wars rebels #star wars original trilogy #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #skybridger #lukezra #skybridger week #interest check #i might run one if there’s enough interest #idk when it would be yet #also don’t know if I’ll have time to actually participate in it myself #but it could be fun to run a ship week #I’d make an account for it dw

[msbarrows]

Argh... so I've been reading in Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (SVSSS) fandom recently. And it's given me a new pet peeve about formatting and TTS. A bunch of the authors in that fandom are using black lens brackets to indicate the 'system' voice, 【like this】, because the original novels do, and, yeah... unfortunately that's not always compatible with TTS (definitely not with google's TTS engine, and testing with various other online TTS engines gives mixed results).

Guess how I know they're called black lens brackets.

…

Go on, guess.

…

YUP! They get read aloud! Every. Single. Time. They. Appear. Open black lens bracket like this close black lens bracket.

Please resist using the novel's formatting and just use regular square brackets instead! Which do not get read aloud unless there's a space in a bad position, [ like this ]. If you want to be fancy, maybe use <tt>...</tt> formatting or a monospaced font such as courier to make it stand out more as something mechanical.

[Like this]

Which reminds me, another bad formatting choice I've bumped into multiple times (and I can't remember if I've mentioned this one before) is where authors use something <like this> to indicate things like speaking mind-to-mind, or that someone is speaking a foreign language (despite the actual text still being in English). Cool. Neat. Also not TTS compatible, unless you like repeatedly hearing less than and greater than mixed into the text. But guess what - there are already perfectly serviceable ‹single› and «double» angled quotation marks that could be used instead - and since they're recognized as actual quotation marks, they don't get read aloud! Shocking, I know.

Those angled quotation marks could also be another decent option for indication of things like the system voice, obviously.

«Like this»

Thanks to everyone who is already using more TTS-compatible formatting, and to anyone who decides to make some changes to theirs after reading this :)

#Fanfiction #Writing #Formatting #TTS #This has been a rant #Not a terribly serious one #It's just annoying when I go to read something and am just getting into it #And suddenly I'm hearing random punctuation marks #Over and over again #If I was interested enough and have time I might download it on the desktop and run it through editing in calibre to make it TTS compatible #But often I just sigh and skip that fic until I've time for reading visually #Or sometimes just skip it entirely

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

#hellsing #alucard #kouta hirano #translation was found in a comment by u/lazyfoxheart on r/Kurrent #fun fact this is the highest quality version of this image that exists online #i know because i've been looking forever for a version that's clear enough to actually read what hirano wrote under '1443' #but there weren't any so i had to take matters into my own hands #the real image on the back of the guidebook is only 2 inches tall so i had to take this with my smartphone and will my hands not to shake #anyway i'm pretty sure it's supposed to say Eğrigöz (the location vlad was imprisoned) so yeah. thank you hirano very cool #if i might rant for a sec it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out because i didn't have the guidebook at first #and in the images i could find online that part was just a blur that looked suspiciously like a person's signature and i was like. who tf #i was thinking matthias corvinus since he issued some political propaganda against vlad iirc but it didn't match his signature on wikipedia #then i thought it might be vlad II dracul's since he probably had to sign an agreement to send his sons over as hostages at some point #but that didnt seem right either so i kept skimming vlad's wiki page #and then i was like goddammit...hirano.....you just misspelled Eğrigöz didn't you.. .... #i maybe should've made a separate post dedicated to this instead of writing a novel in the tags but eh #the hellsing brainrot runs deep #also- i put it in the source link at the bottom of the post but the german inscription is copied off a real woodcut of vlad from 1491 #except instead of depicting him as an adult hirano drew him as a child which gives the inscription a very different feel imo #the one final thing that interests me about this is the fact that hirano published this calendar in 2002 #which is REALLY early in the series. like this was before volume 5 came out?? #i have no idea why he decided to do a massive spoiler drop in a random piece of japan-only merch #sandwiched between a drawing of alucard as john travolta from saturday night fever and integra as a fish no less #it makes me really curious to know what the fan response to this was back then. like did people even know who this was #maybe im just an idiot and everyone back then was like 'ah yes its alucard as a 12 year old. how very informative'

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

#which necessarily of course says something abt their (non)whiteness #(i had all these words in quotation marks first so mentally add those to whiteness too) #but we've them be black for all of 1.5 episode now so #lets see how that develops you know #also i dont think i understand the politics of that part well enough to say much abt it #not that i probably understand the politics of these parts better but #im annoyed enough abt this Thing happening these years. in these 20s i guess. the 'representation' thing #to complain abt it anyway #the dsm isnt real and it isnt gonna fuck you buddy #maybe i'll read some books and then one day i'll write an essay driven by spite and pettiness #i wonder if i can make the thesis statement about the tension between their status of main character #in a 60 year running family adventure show vs this therapy thing we're doing now #like. you cant do that. in terms of like. what story is and does. what a character is and does. it strains #in an interesting way. like im not saying they Shouldnt have done it. im just observing. that you cant do that really. i think #or maybe you can! but i'll find that out #i also dont know shit abt narratology or whatever so. need to read books first. sigh #always have to pause my thoughts to read myself in first its so annoying. esp bc i rarely really do #bc then new thoughts new things to do you cant do EVERYTHING. you can do almost nothing. bane of my existence really #but like you might even be able to say smth interesting here about whether you can call them traumatised at all #remember that article i saw around on tumblr a few years ago i think that was abt like. some scholar in the middle east maybe #saying that ptsd is a western thing bc it necessitates a Post #all of this is western. psychiatry is western. its all stories. how you conceptualise trauma is a story #whos Other is story #where youre from is a story what you stand for is a story who you are is a story #ah. checked the article. dr samah jabr. palestinian. i'll start with her book maybe

[piosplayhouse]

I love Jiang Cheng but I don't rlly want to make him better or worse I kind of just want to put him in a jar an d watch him pickle for a while

#and boil on the radiator #jk for once this isnt a rainbow dash jar post i swear #its a shen jiu jar post. which i guess you might be able to turn into a rainbow dash one if you're that kinda guy but #anyway i think hes the opposite of wwx in a really interesting way where wwx is usually portrayed as self destructive #but in truth his self destruction is all for other people #a la shen yuan #jiang cheng on the other hand will destroy himself if left alone for long enough #he's got too many emotions and none of the capabilities to cope. he's already running himself into the ground #he claws at his scabs so they dont heal hes the snake eating its own tail etc etc #my little specimen #if you made it this far im assuming youre kaya. hi oomfie #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #jc #gdc #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation

[front-facing-pokemon]

#registeel #and now this guy is maybe a bit less interesting. from this standpoint‚ i mean. the eyes being just dots make it a little hard to like #feel *connected* to them when they're ffp'd‚ y'know? i feel like it's kind of a reductive angle. which is why i zoomed this one and the last #one out a bit. so you can see a bit of the rest of their body. it's maybe less funny but would it really have been funny to just see 7 red #dots on a gray background and have to read the tag to know it's registeel? i dunno. maybe. maybe it would've been. but i like this more #maybe the explanation is that i'm taking these pictures myself. i personally know all these pokémon and have to ask them if i have permissio #n to take these pictures of them. but registeel said i couldn't get too close. so we settled with this. hehe yeah that's why :) hehe :) #anyway. you now have the aegis cave theme stuck in your head #hi it's me from the present. saturday morning. in yesterday's queued post i came up with the idea of maybe doing a monotype run of a pokémon #game. i don't know which one yet but i wanted to do water-type. but i was like. maybe i'll liveblog it on my main blog. yesterday #and today i came back and saw those tags as i was queuing up today's 'mons and i was like… hell maybe i could stream it if enough folks are #interested. but if anyone is then i didn't want to wait that long for the queue to get to that post bc that's gonna post on like. august 18 #and class for my last semester of college Ever starts back up on august 21st and i don't. know if i want to start another pokémon playthroug #h that close to classes starting. especially not one where at least one (1) individual out there might be waiting for it So i put 'em here #they'll still be on that post but. they're here. just in case someone out there is chronically bored enough that that's something they'd be #interested in. y'never know there's a lot of folks here #anyway i will now queue up kricketot. see you then… or i guess see you whenever if you like send in an ask or a message or smth…

[danielpowell]

Find it very interesting that Chai is labeled as a slacker and is on paper having no prior work experience + is called an idiot on several occasions + is stated to be a college dropout

And somehow he managed to get into college in the first place

I'm going to be contrarian and say this man actually had a scholarship but struggled with certain aspects of academia, consequently losing the funding he needed and forcing him to struggle to find a career with no credentials and no experience

#mel talks hi fi rush #you can find ways to get through school by doing the bare minimum #and with how Chai is I'm willing to bet he saddled up a bunch of extracurriculars that helped him qualify #for said scholarships #I would even goes as far to say he is fully capable of studying things he has interest in but #lacked a support network to assist with things he struggled with #and who is to say he didn't do odd jobs or run errands to get enough to survive #but had no idea how to put that in a resume #the beacon (original intro song / streamer mode version) has very telling lyrics to me #also unrelated but the disability commentary is there and it leaves such an impact in my eyes #will one day make a post talking about my favorite line #edit: saw a lot of people saying it's not a serious game so Chai might have just dropped out to get said arm #which I'm not... a fan of #I could see the possibility and 100% get behind the reasoning #and still manage to make it super angsty because (vague gesture) #but this makes way more sense to me personally #gods is it apparent I have no one to infodump and discuss this game with

[void-botanist]

29, 30 & 33 for avis & sorian?

the blorbos are fighting

It's more fun when it's both of them, lol.

29 - Who do they want to fight the most?

Avis: depends, because she wants to fight Donovan, Emma, and Sorian a roughly equal amount. Whichever one is annoying her most, by being in her thoughts, her conversations, or - god forbid - her presence, shoots to the top of the list.

Sorian: the theatre director, his past self, and a cousin with whom he has beef about something inconsequential (Horatio before his birthday party: Sorian I'm inviting so-and-so. please don't fight with them about puzzle boxes. Sorian, unconsciously setting his jaw: okay.), in that order.

30 - Who wants to fight them the most?

Avis: probably her parents but in terms of people who have the means, motive, and opportunity, Donovan and Emma. The only difference between these two fights is that with Donovan it devolves into a shouting match (goal: state your pigheaded opinion as loudly as possible) and with Emma it devolves into a screaming match (goal: state your pigheaded opinion as insultingly and shrilly as possible).

Sorian: Avis, Emma, and the cousin, in that order. I don't think I've really mentioned this but Emma hates Sorian. While she could pity Avis's plight and sweep her prickliness under the rug of "poor victim", the second she knew Sorian had cheated her opinion of him switched like a lightbulb. The funny thing is, she's never really liked Avis, but she used to like Sorian a lot, possibly because he would humor her too much.

33 - At what point do they know they're going to win a fight?

Avis: the moment when the other person starts to withdraw a little. It could be in their face, or their tone, or the way they pause slightly too long trying to respond. In the highly unlikely situation that she got into a physical altercation with someone (I'm imagining Donovan because it's funniest), it's the moment they start paying more attention to the bleeding bite mark she left in their arm than fighting her.

Sorian: the moment when he feels a sort of resolute certainty settle in him. There might be things happening in the fight that would be more obvious a change to someone on the outside, but until that resolution comes, has he really won?

#I could go on for some time about the complexities of Emma's opinions of Avis and Sorian alone #if anyone is interested I will dig into it lol #imagining Avis and Emma in line to fight Sorian. Avis is determined to fight him for long enough that Emma won't get a turn #Emma thinks she's taking too long and takes her crocodile tears to the ref. While they're busy fighting each other and the ref #the cousin gets their turn and simply evaporates Sorian #Avis doesn't try to get into physical fights but she'll meet the challenge with her lackluster skills #Sorian on the other hand goes into defense mode. but I think he is a marginally better fighter than Avis because of Phil #if no one asks me about it I think I might just run through these questions for my less antagonistic characters. like Horatio #because I think it would be extremely funny to go 'hmm how would the darling florist of Tobarsha get a KO here' #c: Avis #c: Sorian #c: Emma #wip: aom #battle ask game