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sant-riley · 1 year

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is it ok to request some headcannons with the team? if so, could you do a reader that’s covered in tattoos? like heavily tattooed. even their fingers. right? anyways, the reader is always covered during missions (like ghost level covered) and the team have subconsciously created this image of them under it all but haven’t really seen them until one day reader is wearing normal clothes and they’re like 🧍‍♀️ what? you have tattoos and like barely any skin 🧍‍♀️ IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE NVM THOUGH IF U DONT WANNA WRITE ❤️ NO ISSUE IF YOU DONT!

[Task force 141 and Laswell with reader who has a lot of tattoos)

A/N: I am not heavily tattooed yet but I did love this request sm soooo here this is :) Ty for the suggestion and I hope you enjoy!

They can’t really be blamed for not knowing about the tattoos, y’all are all covered typically in heavy gear and clothing and weapons most of the time. And they don’t question it when you’re covered up even more than usual bc yk, Ghost exists walking around in a Halloween costume 365 days a year. They’re used to it so they won’t prod.

Most task force members have tattoos of their own, it’s not a strange concept but they just assume you have none, they see you covered up and that’s that.

But then one day, let’s say there’s a mission and you guys get fucking d r e n c h e d in water, and you’re in a cold climate so leaving your clothes on is not an option. They need to dry by the fire and you cannot catch hypothermia.

Whatever reason you cover up, you know it’s only logical so you shyly take off your gear, quickly going by the fire while the guys quietly stare at your figure, staring at the ink decorating your body. Yes you’re beautiful and yes it’s their first time seeing so much of your skin but is that a fucking narwhal on your arm-

You have to snap at them to quit their staring bc you think they’re only staring at your chest or at your underwear but soap just blurts out “YOU ‘AVE TATTOOS?” And everyone else nods.

Individual reactions:

Ghost:

Ghost fucking loves it so much, he could stare at your tattoos for hours on end. He rolls up his sleeves to show you the ones decorating his forearms, letting you trace your fingers over the skull and withholding a shudder.

He immediately brings his hand up and traces yours back, asking questions about them and how long they took with you sitting in the chair, grunting in response as he zones out.

Asks why you cover them up as often as you do but when you send him that look he quickly says never mind.

Soap:

He immediately asks you about the meaning (if you have any for them). He admires them and thinks they make you look beautiful and badass.

He also will take a marker and draw ones on your empty bits of skin and color any grayscale tattoos you have.

If you were to ever get one of his doodles or drawings tattooed he would probably tear up on the spot. Also maybe kiss you stupid bc wow you have something from him on your skin forever and he loves you sm.

Would design y’all matching pieces, in your line of work tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so if you’re down, he’ll make the appointment for you both.

Price:

I personally don’t think Price has tattoos or would ever get any bc he doesn't care for them but he has an appreciation for yours.

Everyone would think he would be the type to talk down on them but all he said to you was “do you like ‘em? You do? Then why the fuck would I care?”

In between breaks, he’ll casually ask if you got any new ones and that he’d like to see them.

Gaz:

Gaz doesn’t have any but that’s just because he can’t fully decide on what he’d get, he’s young like you and cannot handle the commitment.

Therefore he lives by you and eagerly encourages all your ink and will always go with you to your tattoo session if he’s free.

He’s the best kind of person to have come along esp for long sessions bc he’ll go get you food, drinks, etc while he sits with you.

He always says he’s gonna get one when he goes with but always said never mind lmao.

Bonus <3 Laswell:

Now she's no stranger to ink, she's not covered up but she does have a matching tattoos with her wife and a few small patches of her wedding flowers on her.

She absolutely adores your ink and will not hesitate to defend you and it if someone were to disrespect you bc of what you've done with YOUR body.

She's a mom what can I say, she knows her authority and won't be shy to use it.

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Hii Irma😁

Did ppl even go on honeymoons back in yee old westeros?!?! Doesn't matter cause Aemond is taking his lovely wife on a honeymoon away from the prying eyes of the red keep

idk much of the world lore so idk exactly where they'd go maybe he'd have a cabin built for them in a beautiful forrest where the above image happens along with adorable horny shenanigans

ilovethismansomuchitsstupidhowattractediamtohim

Nothing Else Matters

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

A/N: CEE!! you always come through with the absolute BEST ideas. I love you and your big brain. Hope you like this!! CW: PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex in a lake. Words: 2k.

You’d been betrothed far too young and married soon after.

Mere children you were, too innocent to comprehend just what love could feel like; if it was even real and not just a figment of a bard’s song. That it could indeed be present in a marriage. Yet you were mature enough to know that such an arrangement was a duty to honor and uphold for the sake of the kingdom. A matter of politics, nothing else.

At least something remained unburdened between prince Aemond and you: your friendship.

Never did either of you question the order of things, nor complain about the betrothal, for you’d always been best friends.

You’d been close to Aemond since you can recall, were right there with him – and for him – when he’d lost his eye. When he felt the betrayal from his own kin, it was you whom he had deemed worthy to safekeep his trust, and who continued to do so faithfully through the years of marital life that followed.

As long as you two stuck together, nothing else mattered.

Thus seasons passed.

The sunrises lead to sunsets that painted everything liquid gold and gave ordinary people angelic halos around their hair that could lead anyone to believe that otherworldly things existed, such as love in a marriage.

And it was in those kinds of moments, with the evening dew rising in the atmosphere and a comforting scent imprinted on pillows and sheets, soon Aemond and you learned that some rituals imposed could be blessings in disguise.

As soon as the both of you were conscious of the truth that sneaked into your hearts as you grew older, you decided to find the time to celebrate the year in which you were bound together, in your own ways, hidden away from all prying eyes of the Red Keep or even all of King’s Landing.

The first time, all you did was drink the finest of wines in your shared bedchamber, with your feet bare and nothing but your night clothes, sitting in front of the hearth while sharing stories and gossip like mischievous children reclaiming their right to be silly within the impenetrable walls of stone you grew up in.

Another year, you wore a set of cloaks and visited the Street of Flour in King’s Landing to buy freshly baked treats – even wandering around a tavern and watching a show, forgetting all about the royal titles that mandated where you should or shouldn’t be.

Then another, amidst conflict and tensions rising, your energy only allowed for a moment of rest; the whole day spent in bed and nothing more.

During an aimless flight with Vaghar, Aemond came across an abandoned forest that he didn’t recognize from the maps that he’s studied so thoroughly. Maybe he’d even landed on a magical portal, looking at the wide, crystalline lake that surrounded the land, as blue as his sapphire eye and so crystalline that he could see the clouds above, mirrored in sharp detail. More proof of the otherwordly.

In front of it, he found a cabin, built right from the trunk of a tree, with no apparent sign of life inhabiting it. On his way back home, he couldn’t wait to tell you – and then, show you.

Now, a couple of years afterwards, the little cabin is fully equipped with a spacious bed and a rug. You didn’t need much, when all the other resources could be hunted down and gathered from the surroundings – didn’t need much but each other.

Nothing else mattered except for this faraway sanctuary that you’d found, where you’re able to commemorate another year in blissful solitude.

No prying eyes, drunken siblings, or uninvited remarks.

Nothing matters but the sight of you bathing in the lake, as Aemond sits by the edge of it, focusing on turning twigs and logs into a blazing fire.

He’s in nothing but a silk robe that covers his flushed skin after he’d vigorously fucked you just a moment ago – eyepatch discarded ever since, too, so that he could be eased by the soft kiss of the cold wind on his face.

His nerves are still buzzing from having been buried deep inside of you, with your legs firmly enveloped around his lower back to pull him ever so close to you – memories that flash as he sees your figure floating on the water, just basking in it until you feel it growing warm. Those same, gorgeous legs looking longer as the calm waves that pillow you refract the light – all languid and well spent and so inviting.

He’d jump right in there with you, but the sight you make is too beautiful to disrupt, so he just sits there mesmerized.

You’re a siren, straight out of mythology, when you submerge into the water to then surge upwards, with your hair splayed back and curves glistening with droplets that look like diamonds with the way the sun reflects on your skin.

You turn to look at him from over your shoulder with an impish smirk, before you face him completely and bless him with the image of your breasts and your torso dripping wet, which makes his mouth water and his heart take on a galloping speed.

You swim closer to Aemond, sultrily calling to him, “Māzigon, valzȳrys.”

Come, husband…you even speak as an enchantress would, and he can’t deny that he’s spellbound.

“Come join me, Aemond,” you curl your finger for him to come hither, but he remains in place, still watching – always watching, pondering.

There’s a tenderness that he feels when he sees you smile in such a mischievous way. He remembers the girl he’d befriended a long time ago, now the woman that he swears his devotion to, be it on his knees or linked in hand during royal affairs. His heart contracts thinking about how, even if you live to see one hundred years together, you’ll still remain his precious childhood friend.

“You look so peaceful in there, ābrazȳrys.”

You throw your head back laughing, teasing him with the ravishing line of your neck. “Can’t we be peaceful together?”

Aemond chuckles to himself, gaze turning a little bit darker. “I can’t guarantee there’ll be peace if I go in there with you.”

“Then do what you must, husband. Who’s stopping you?”

“Hmmm.” He looks down with a smirk, considering the crackling embers of the fire by his side: scorching heat like the coiling in his loins.

Then back up at you: soft, yet wild like a watercolor painting.

Is he in the mood for rough ventures or sweet ones?

With one quieter humm he rises to his feet, looking straight at you with utmost potency as he shoulders off his robe and discards it to the side to enter the water and swim right to you, gathering you in his arms.

You giggle as you wrap your arms around him, flashing him with your pearly white teeth and juicy lips that he tastes immediately, before letting himself float on his back, taking you alongside.

You traverse the water like two mating swans, gliding gracefully while locked in a loving kiss.

Right before he takes a deep breath and sinks underwater, to rise dramatically and lift you up by surprise, making you cackle unabashedly – in a way you’d never be allowed to do back home, but so reminiscent of your childlike innocence.

“Keligon, valzȳrys!” You beg him to stop between your shared laughter.

He relents just so he could gather you up in his arms once more, carrying you like a precious babe, so you can lean your head back and soak up your hair while grinning to the sky above.

Aemond nears the shore until he’s able to plant his feet in the soil beneath, and fully support you as you maneuver your legs to wrap around his waist while your arms snake securely around his neck. You nuzzle the crook of it, the underside of his jaw, card your fingers through his damp, silver locks while the tip of your nose grazes the shell of his ear.

“Take me please, dear husband.” You whisper against his temple, earning you a deep humm and the searing feeling of his hard cock bumping against your tummy.

“As you wish, my lady.” He murmurs, with a dilated gaze and lustful mouth as he kisses you with all the emotions he can’t quite convey through spoken word.

You take his erection in hand, giving it a few pumps to drink in his quiet moans, feel it throbbing and ready to let gravity work its magic and wrap him up to the hilt with your fluttering cunt.

You hiss in surprise, never growing fully accustomed to the great size of him buried deep inside – so deep that your clit can rub against his taut pelvis, graze against the coarse blonde hairs on his navel.

Aemond’s legs are so strong he’s able to thrust into you without problem, even though the water is a fine aid – he fucks you sweetly, deliberately, letting you float before tensing his legs and core each time that you come down onto him and make his thrusts hit you harder, deeper.

“Aemond, Aemond, Aemond…” you blabber on his name like a prayer to whatever deity guards these woods, nails digging into the pale freckles scattered across his muscled back.

“What do you want, my darling?” he moans your title in High Valyrian, “ābrazȳrys…” as he walks back to where there’s a slight elevation in the ground so that he can hike up a leg and piston in even deeper, pulling groans right out of your gut, for his slick head keeps bumping and grazing your g-spot in a way that makes your vision go white.

“Ohh, yes…I want…”

“Use your words, ābrazȳrys,” he snickers, and you roll your eyes because how dare he. How dare he ask for the very thing he seldom gives, especially when he has you in such a fevered state, knowing the water cannot soothe you, for it had turned warm hours ago, the longer you spent in it.

“Ahh, I…I want to cum, dear husband.”

“Hmmm…”

You whimper when his pace slows down.

It’s torture.

Needless torture, this game that he plays.

But he wants to see your pleading eyes first.

So he redirects your gaze, holding your jaw in his hand and making you look at him – not the moon creeping up early through the clouds, not the marvelous greenery surrounding you.

No, Aemond needs to see your pupils blown with ardor, your slack jaw and your salivating mouth and your raging pulse that makes your breath quicken and nipples all perked up, glistening with droplets of water, for the lake water splashes your chest each time you bounce on his cock.

When he sees you weakened with unbearable pleasure, does he take mercy.

His grip on your back tightens, the muscles of his legs contract to plunge inside of you harder, harder, harder –

– Until you collapse with a hysterical groan, throwing your head back and tattooing crescent moons on his shoulder blades.

He snakes both arms around your hips, gluing you to him to fill you to the brim with his cum and not let any drop spill and ruin the iridescent waters that envelop you.

“I’d say…” you sigh, opening your eyes to see the gorgeous image that Aemond makes with his blushing skin, lax muscles and half-lidded eye. “I’d say this has been one of the best anniversaries, my prince.”

“Right as always, ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys”

My beautiful wife.

The gal of this man, you swear.

He speaks in the language of his ancestors and you can’t help but contract your walls around him, feeling him start to harden once more. His stamina is truly god-like.

How could you have guessed such a thing, knowing what a calm boy he used to be.

Nothing else matters but this truth that only the two of you know; how childhood friendship can endure, that a marriage pact can evolve.

And what the two of you share, in life and in this moment.

And what you plan on doing for the rest of the afternoon.

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mistywaves98 · 1 year

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HIHIHI IDK IF YOU REMEMBER ME BUT YOUR ALBEDO THEME IS SO !!!! ME TOO EEE <333 that being said !! can i ask for mean dom!albedo w aphrodisiacs on like an assistant reader maybe,,, TYTY I LOVE UR WRITING

OMG PEARLL IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YOU OFC I REMEMBER YOUU!!! And thanks, when I made the theme I was so proud of it lmao and forgive me for taking soo long with this request😭😭

Mean! Dom! Albedo x Assistant! Fem! Reader

¡Warnings!: Aphrodisiacs, Sub! Reader, Dubcon/Noncon, Dumbification, Chocking, Degradation, Albedo calls you princess, Thigh Riding, Reader cums easily, Implied Virgin! Reader, I feel like I missed something!

It was an honor to be the personal assistant of the best alchemist in Mondstadt. You were proud of your position and always did your best to hold up your image, even if you did slip up every now and then.

You were always with him wherever he went, sometimes it was by choice and other times he demanded your presence. Whenever the latter happened it would leave you confused but proud that he wants you around.

Now just happened to be one of those times and this time you were in Dragonspine once again.

You were supposed to just 'relax' but now you were growing quite impatient since you had nothing to do and whenever you asked Albedo if there was anything you could assist with, he sent you to do something boring, like dusting the shelves or rearranging the books. You wanted to be assigned to something exciting, maybe collecting some slime secretions, or helping him mix up a new chemical, or....oh! Perhaps even something related to the cryo hypostasis!

As much as you didn't want to be a nuisance, you felt your brain cells deteriorating the more you stood around doing nothing, even observing the alchemist paint the wonderful scenery of the mountains outside had lost it's entertainment. So once more you tried to get Albedo to let you do more than sit around,"Sir, are you sure there's nothing else that needs to be done? No experiments needed to be conducted, no hypotheses to test?" You tried dropping some hints that would tell him to let you actually go out of the confinements of his laboratory but Albedo only sighed.

He personally thought it was nice to watch you when you weren't looking. So beautiful.... like a dainty little doll.... !!

Oops, he must've zoned out for a bit. Shaking his head slightly, he pondered your question. You had been bugging him non stop since you got here, but he couldn't really blame you. You were always an energetic one, always looking for something to do, or more specifically, something that'll please him. So just existing in his lab probably wasn't the best thing for you, besides, there is something he did want to try....

"Well, if you want to do something that badly, there is one thing I have in mind...." "Oh? What is it? Can I help you with it? What do you need me to do? Should I go—" "It's rather, dangerous, are you sure about this?" "The more dangerous, the better!" "Wait right here."

He put down his brushes and paint and left the room. When he came back he was holding something in his hand, a little vial containing a curiously pink liquid. Upon closer inspection you saw that it was filled with carbonated bubbles fizzing around. "I want you to drink this." "What is it?" "....I can't tell you." "..."

That was an odd response. Albedo never kept secrets from you before and it made you rather uneasy about what you were going to put in your body. But you trust him, he would never poison you, not on purpose anyway. So you just took his word for it and drank the liquid in one gulp.

It tasted very sweet, like a dozen sweet flowers had been mixed in, the texture was nice too, the way the liquid ran down your oesophagus felt satisfying. "So...I drank it. What now?" "We wait."

Albedo watched your face contort in confusion and held back a smile. Oh you were so soo clueless.

You stood there for a while, feeling kind of awkward as Albedo's eyes bore into the side of your head. You were thinking of something to say that would break the tension, not really paying any mind to the heat building up between your legs.

You may not have noticed the way your thighs were rubbing together, or the way you started tugging at your shirt collar, or the way your breathing became heavy and deep but Albedo saw it all. You couldn't hide anything from him. This was no exception.

Walking up to you he asked,"Are you feeling any different now?" "Uh... n-not really....just a bit h-hot–"

You find it hard to form a proper sentence without stuttering and jumbling up your words. The fact Albedo's standing right in front of you doesn't help either. You can't help but stare, goodness. Has he always been this attractive? The way he's looking at you...you can feel your underwear getting wetter.

"Hmm... are you sure? It seems you have a little issue down here." His hand cups your heat, making you gasp and immediately try to close your legs which he forces apart with his other hand. "I—" You cut yourself off as a surprised moan leaves your mouth when Albedo presses two fingers deeper against your clothes cunt and begins dragging them back and forth.

"S-sir, what are you—haah!— doing?" "Why helping you of course, unless, you don't want it?" You whine as he removes his hand from between your legs. You were so close! Oh, why did he stop?

"That's not what I meant! I— uh..." Your already red face burned even more as you struggled to find a way to tell Albedo that you actually want him to fuck you. Your boss simply sat down on a nearby chair and, patting his lap, he said,"Well, if you want to cum, you have to work for it princess. Ride my thigh and make a good show out of it. If you succeed, I will reward you with release, don't and you will face the consequences." A mean, smile was plastered across his face as he spoke, after all, what other option did you have?

You walk over and as you straddle his thigh, you avoid his burning gaze. However, Albedo doesn't like that and reaching up a hand to grab your face he pulls it close so you are forced to make eye contact with him. "Don't just sit there, if you want me to touch you, start moving." Letting your face go, he leans back in the chair with his hands crossed against his chest, smirking at you.

You're brought out of your dazed state as your pussy needing throbs. Hesitantly putting your hand on his shoulders, you use the leverage to move yourself. Suddenly you flinch and gasp at the feeling of your clothed clit dragging against the rough fabric of his pants.

A few more weak attempts to get yourself off has you in tears, it's humiliating and you hardly have any clue to what you're doing. You look at Albedo, silently begging him for help, but he just returns it with a cruel smile. It takes a moment for you to realize what he (probably) wants and although you don't really want to, you're so desperate right now you don't really care.

"Please...." "Hm?" "Please help me! Please help me cum, sir!" "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll help you, but you better not complain when I give you what you want." You don't understand what he could possibly mean by that, but you don't have much time to think about it when Albedo grabs your hips, pushes you down and grinds you against his thigh. It's too fast and hard for you but nothing you say makes him slow or soften his pace. It's barely a minute before you feel the knot in your stomach burst. You collapse into his neck, tears streaming down your face, soaking his coat but suddenly you feel him yank you up by your throat. "Did you cum just by rubbing yourself against my thigh? Fully clothed no less, such a sensitive little whore aren't you? But I'm afraid you haven't satisfied me, so I think a punishment is due, don't you?"

Without warning, he suddenly squeezes your throat, stopping any air from making its way to your lungs. Your hands immediately try grasp his arm, but Albedo manages to catch them, leaving you to slowly asphyxiate. Fortunately, he let's go after a while, chuckling at the way you choke and sputter. "You have any idea how adorable it is to see you struggle," he sighs,"I've wanted this for so long and finally, I have you at my mercy. Now, for your punishment."

Cold air brushes your cunt as your cum-soaked pants and panties are ripped off. As soon as they're off, your juices gush out, messing his thigh up even more. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, not daring to meet his gaze, "Look at that. Who would've thought someone like you would cum so much untouched? You must like this more than you'd ever admit, no?" "No, I—" "Don't lie to me." "But—" Your sentence is cut short by a hard slap. "I don't want to hear any excuses. In fact, maybe it's better if you just shut up." You make a gagging noise as two fingers are shoved so far into your mouth, they hit the back of your throat. That was so hot, Albedo thinks, imagine if that was his cock.

Bringing his attention back to your pussy, he rubs his free hand against it, making you squirm as he collects your arousal and cum on his fingers. So wet, surely it would be enough for you to take his cock. Unbuckling his belt, he takes it out. Your eyes widen in slight fear, how were you going to take that inside of you?

Albedo laughs at the anxious look on your face, what are you worried about? Of course it's going to fit and if it doesn't, he'll make it fit.

Taking his hand out of your mouth, he lifts you up by your thighs and positions your entrance over the leaky tip of his cock. He then slams you down, giving you no time to adjust, a twisted, sadistic look is on his face as you scream and begin to cry once more. After giving you a few seconds, he lifts you up and impales you on his cock over and over again. It's fast, hard and painful, each thrust causing you to let out something that sounded like a mixture of a cry and a moan.

You beg him to stop, but in the back of your mind you think, do you really want him to? Yes it hurts, you are a virgin after all, but it also feels really good at the same time, in fact, it nearly feels too good. You didn't really have much time to recover from your first orgasm and now you feel another one coming. You're unsure if to say anything, but the uncertainty is short lived when fresh tears fall from your eyes as you cream around his cock.

"Came again? Ahh... and I've barely felt even close the cumming." "P-please sir, n-no more..." "Sorry princess, but like I said, you've failed to satisfy me, now you must accept your punishment."

You were exhausted and looked like a mess. Hair disheveled and sticking to your sweaty skin and clothes stained with cum while Albedo on the other hand, seemed perfectly normal aside from his dilated pupils, red tint across his face and small beads of perspiration rolling down his forehead.

Suddenly, you feel your stomach make contact with the cold Marble of the table as Albedo effortlessly puts you on it and turns you over. "I think this would be a more efficient position."

Before you know it, his cock is drilling into you once more. His pace is as fast as ever and you find your self grabbing at the tables edge while you moan in ecstasy. It's uncontrollable, the way a third orgasm washes over you at his continuous pounding.

It goes on like that for a while. You've cum about eight times before Albedo cums once. When he does, he cums inside you and you squirm at the foreign feeling. When he pulls out he can't help but feel mesmerized by the way his thick seed trickles out of your abused hole, running down your trembling thighs and falling into the puddle of cum from all your previous orgasms.

"You did so well for me princess, now wait here while I go get something to clean ourselves up." He sounds so unbothered, how much stamina does he have? While you lay there, brain reduced to mush and unable the form a coherent sentence or think of anything but the feeling of his cock in your walls. If there's one good thing about this whole situation, it's the fact that the uncomfortable fire in your stomach and nether regions is gone now :)

#why did this turn out so longg #apologies for taking forever to complete this one #x reader smut #smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #albedo x reader smut #albedo smut

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bokettochild · 5 months

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ok zoned out and was randomly thinking about legend’s speech in heroes legacy (right before shifting shadow) and how he calls himself an average nobody, and how there’s a theory/headcanon that leg is zelda’s brother or in some way royalty, and how his ‘average nobody’ line could be a tongue in cheek nod to that at the very least, and full on foreshadowing potentially. if jojo goes for the ‘legend is of royal blood’ thing does leg know? is he secretly being sarcastic? or is he in the dark and will we get to see him figure it out

idk why i sent this i just needed to see if anyone else saw merit in this and you like legend so hopefully i can go back to dozing peacefully

He describes all the heroes in simple ways, ways that focus on their origins and not on their achievements. I think JoJo's reasoning for having Legend describe himself in this way is because, unlike so many of the others, before he became a hero he hadn't done anything yet.

Legend's whole existence is as the greatest of the hylian heroes, as per Nayru. He's never been anything other than a hero, because he started when he was still a very young child and thus never had time to try his hand elsewhere. In this talk though, he is saying that the hero can come from anywhere, from any walk of life, and naming the paths the others followed before they were heroes. he, however, was nothing remarkable before he was a hero. he was a random kid in a village, so there's no job he can name like smithy, soldier, or rancher, and there's no unique origin like "from the forest" because he was just an average kid living in Hyrule like anyone else.

Now, if he does know, if he's aware that he is not, in fact, an average kid with average origins, then this might be a subtle sort of joke to himself. Honestly, I do think JoJo intends on having Fable and Legend as potential romantic partners rather than siblings, but let's say her plan IS for them to be siblings, for theory's sake.

If they're siblings, I think it's quite likely they'd have found it out by now. I mean, if there's any proof of such a thing, Fable most certainly would have figured it out and told him. In which case, Legend would be sort of laughing to himself as he says this because he really isn't an average nobody, he's a prince, but for all intents and purposes what he says is also true. No one knows, and thus as far as anyone outside of the castle is concerned, he was just that; an average nobody.

In the case that he doesn't know though, there's a good chance that Legend honestly thinks this way about himself. Sure, he's been lauded with titles and honors, but at his core he still sees himself as Some Guy who just did the right thing, just like anyone should. In the case that he's a prince though and has to find that out, I think it would be sort of earth shattering.

Legend defines himself by his normalcy, it's the only bit of sanity he's assured and he builds his identity around this idea that he's just A Guy, not something amazing or great or profound. To have that ripped away would shatter his entire self-image and make him question everything about himself and his life. Is anything he's ever thought about himself true? are his accomplishments really accomplishments or just him doing his duty by way of the kingdom he was born to serve? What is he beyond his duty and service to the kingdom? Without a crown, he's a Stand-up Guy helping others out. With one, he'd be a Prince serving his people as is his basic duty.

Whatever the intent JoJo has for his relationship to Zelda, I think this line is more a betrayer of Legend's character, but how that self-image will effect him will really depend on where JoJo takes his growth and character arc.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend

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Random driving into work thought: If you rewrite them a little, in Encanto the songs of the sisters would work better if you switch them

Because Surface Pressure is about being this emotional anchor for the family who takes on all of this burden and responsibility while pretending it’s easy and not slowly wearing them down, and What Else Can I Do is about having who you are be diluted down to a singular trait that others assign you and don’t want you to deviate from so they never see you as a full person and you never get to see yourself as a full person

Now to me, Isabella’s thing is that while technically her gift is growing flowers, her family role is The Perfect One, and as such she has to conform to what other people decide is perfect. And given how Abuela kinda runs that place with an iron fist, perfect would be whatever she wants. That if Isabella is perfect then she only thinks what she’s told she thinks and she only does what she’s told to do and she seems to be this community symbol for why the Madrigal family is great so she has to forever be this symbol and not a person, including marrying someone she’s told to marry even if she doesn’t want to because saying no would be going against what’s best for the family, which would make her not perfect, and everyone else in the family has to work hard and all anyone ever asks of her is to sit around and be perfect so if she suddenly is “selfish” and not perfect, then what is her purpose?

So I feel like for her, it works having a song about how she’s existing only for everyone else and never has any time or space for anything that doesn’t exist to serve other people and she feels like she’s being slowly crushed by the pressure of being everything that everyone else wants of her all the time because there is this amorphous terrible consequence for the family if she stops doing all of this for them

And Luisa seems to exist only to the family and community as Strong, she is Strong and nothing else, all they do is tell her to go do tasks for them that involve being strong because that is her single point of value and there’s no point listening to her or getting to know her beyond that because she’s just The Strong One

So a song about being tired of being defined by one single trait and instead wanting to explore everything else she can do outside of being strong seems like it would work because no one, including her, knows who she is or what she can do beyond lifting things

Idk I just remember I heard the songs before seeing the movie and thought it was weird that the song about carrying the burdens of the family was given to the person who really just exists to do physical tasks while the song about being defined by one trait was given to the one who from childhood has been forced to exist only in a way that serves the image and needs of the family

#Encanto is one of those movies where I keep feeling like it almost hits for me #but then it will make some decisions that keep it from doing that #like how I also think no one should have had powers when the movie ended #because the powers made so many of them miserable #and losing them made them realize that they are loved and valued regardless and are now free to be whoever they want

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if you’re interested pls read! i think everyone will find this post interesting! this is going to be one long post about time in stranger things and it’s relation to back to the future. also somewhat theorizing that will is going to get stuck in the upside down and how that could be time traveling?? or how the characters will time travel?? also mentions of pocketgate, birthdaygate, and the blue meets yellow in the west theory. anyways this will probably be a bit messy, but i have a lot of thoughts and i just want to write all of them down and i really feel like i’m onto something lmao

ok so i have been thinking about what the significance of time in stranger things is which led me to remember when robin was explaining to steve about why back to the future was called back to the future. she explained it as “he has to go back to the future because he’s in the past. so, the future is actually the present, which is his time”. i immediately thought back to when i have said in a couple of other posts how i think in s5 there will be time travel because the upside down is stuck on the day will went missing. so while trying to see what scene came after robin’s explanation, i found this article detailing all the parallels stranger things has to back in the future in s3. and that led me to two other articles. the last image is a screenshot from the article about the original pitch for stranger things which mentioned time travel.

so really the rest of this post is now going to focus more on the back to the future stuff. first i want to talk about this part of the vulture article i linked in the beginning of this post. i have seen all the back to the future movies, but a really long time ago, so i don’t remember much, but when i saw “save the clock tower” all i could think about were the clocks in stranger things.

i googled more info on the clock tower and idk i’m about to become a real crackhead theorist, but it makes sense to me considering all the parallels this show has. anyways let’s look at what is said about the clock tower in back to the future.

i started freaking out while reading this because s4 has a big emphasis on time and CLOCKS. vecna’s mind lair thing has clocks everywhere. when a character is about to get vecna’d they hear a clock and see a grandfather clock. also, the clock being struck by lightning?? there’s lightning in vecna’s mind lair thing AND in the final scene we see lightning in the sky!! so in back to the future, the clock got struck by lightning which caused it to be stuck for years at 10:04 (and this is probably just making something out of nothing but the clock being stuck on the 4th minute and vecna wanted to open up 4 gates and you hear 4 chimes symbolizing that). now guess what else is stuck in time? the upside down. the upside down is stuck on the day will went missing which is november 6, 1983. will was stuck in the upside down for a week. what is a week away from nov 6? november 13. the ‘save the clock tower’ flyer mentions the date november 13 on it. also, in back to the future, doc gets the idea for the delorean (the thing that helps him and marty time travel) when he was hanging up a clock and hit his head on november 5, 1955. this is also the day marty ends up traveling back in time to (marty’s present time takes place in 1985 and s3 of ST took place in 1985 lol).

NOW what gets crazy is that on november 6, 1955, doc learns that because marty interacted with his parents which messed up his parents initial meeting, he is now telling marty that he needs to get his parents back together otherwise marty will be erased from existence. WILL GOES MISSING ON NOV 6 AND BECAUSE OF BIRTHDAYGATE WHAT DO WE THINK IS HAPPENING TO WILL?? THAT HE’S BEING ERASED/FORGOTTEN FROM THE TIMELINE!!! and throughout back to the future, the more time that is being prolonged of getting marty’s parents back together, the more him and his siblings disappearing from the timeline is becoming reality (he knows this because they start disappearing from a photo he has of his family). there’s also this post that was made that mentions how the memories that were mentioned in the shed in s2 could be altered or are being forgotten and if that’s the case then it makes sense those memories would be forgotten if it’s a sign something is happening to will. anyways because of the lightning strike that strikes the clock, it powered the delorean on november 12, 1955 and was able to send marty back to the future. marty was stuck in the past for a week. will was stuck in the upside down for a week. vecna begins his attacks on hawkins on march 21 and hawkins is split in half by the upside down on march 28 making that a week (a week that includes the day of will’s bday). that’s why there’s a 2 day time jump because the timeline of s4 needed to last a week. i’m just thinking about “the week is long” part of the blue meets yellow in the west code… and speaking of blue and yellow, the ‘save the clock tower’ flyers are in blue and yellow…

i’ll say one last thing about the flyer, so i can shift more into pocketgate and how mike has a letter written to will. so marty keeps the flyer because his girlfriend wrote her grandma’s number on it and “i love you” and he puts it in his pocket. because he kept the flyer it ends up helping him get back to the future because of the info it contains about the lightning strike. what do we think mike has in his pocket? a letter to will that says “love, mike”. something he couldn’t write to el. there’s been an emphasis in stranger things with letters and yes i know it’s the 80’s so that was one of the main forms of communication, but they’re also a part of the plot, so they mean something significant! like joyce receiving the letter from hopper which makes her go to russia to save him. hopper’s letter to el about not wanting things to change (i will write more on this). max writing letters to her friends for them to read in case something happens to her. max writing a letter to billy that expresses how she has been feeling since he passed. el being upset that mike can’t write “love,mike” in his letters. season 4 opening up with el’s letter to mike that mentions time travel. will and mike have an argument that mike didn’t write enough to will and that “el has a book of letters from him”. now back to the future also has letters play an important role in the storyline. for example, here’s info on the letter that marty gave to doc that he stuck in doc’s pocket in 1955 that saved doc’s life.

now in back to the future 3, doc in 1885 wrote a letter to marty to be delivered to him on november 12, 1955 which marty ends up showing the doc in 1955. the letter ends up helping them.

in the letter up above, doc writes how much marty means to him. obviously the relationship between doc and marty is NOT romantic at all, but if stranger things is paralleling back to the future the way it is, then isn’t it possible mike has a letter to will explaining his feelings? and considering in back to the future, the letters were helpful to the characters, could it be that mike’s letter will help will and save hawkins? could mike’s love for will be the motivation to help will survive the upside down if he gets stuck there again? i’m thinking it’s possible will gets stuck in the upside down, which would basically be him time traveling in a sense. i’m wondering if maybe will will be in possession of mike’s letter before he gets stuck in the upside down and will decides to read the letter while he’s stuck there (maybe paralleling back to the future when marty has the flyer that has “i love you” written on it from his girlfriend). OR do mike and will get stuck in the upside down together and mike decides to give his letter to will then (maybe somewhat paralleling back to the future 3 when 1955 marty gives 1955 doc the letter 1885 doc wrote 1955 marty in order to help them get 1985 doc back to 1985 from 1885). there’s also this tweet from the stranger things writers account. so could it mean that this is parts of the letter mike wrote to will that he will give to him on november 6, 1983 because they’re stuck in the upside down together???

now moving on. i said i’d talk more about hopper’s letter. here’s what the vulture article wrote about hopper’s letter:

the article is comparing the letter marty wrote doc to save his life to the letter hopper wrote to el. so couldn’t the other letters featured in the movies somehow foretell mike having a letter in his pocket? they paralleled a stranger things letter to a back to the future letter once they could do it again. here’s more of what the article wrote on hopper’s letter:

we know what hopper meant by telling el “to maybe stop that change. to turn back the clock. to make things go back to how they were.”. we also theorize because scenes of mike looking back at will’s house and hugging his mom while this part of the letter is being read, we think it relates to mike wanting things to go back to the way they were with will. we even think it could potentially be the moment mike realizes he loves will and doesn’t know what to do with that which leads to his weird behavior in s4. BUT couldn’t this part of hopper’s letter also have a 3rd meaning? s4 does deal with clocks. hopper mentions “to turn back the clock”. when nancy see’s henry’s backstory, there is a scene of henry changing time on the clock. is it possible that time travel has to occur where they are able “to turn back the clock” in order to save hawkins? and if will is stuck in the upside down maybe having to do that to save will? or maybe because he’s stuck there and it’s stuck on the day he went missing then that could be turning back the clock as well…

now for my final analysis of the vulture article and how it relates to back to the future, this part is going to do more with byler. let’s look at this part of the article:

first things first, it mentions back to the future wants to preserve the status quo and how that relates to stranger things. in s4, eddie mentions how forced conformity is killing the kids. finn said in an interview that mike is trying to stay as normal as possible. looking at these things, it makes me think about mike and how he’s trying appear as heterosexual which therefore would be “normal” and fitting the status quo. this also fits into hopper’s letter and the scenes of mike while the letter is being read. mike is losing will and if that moment when will moved is when he realizes he’s in love, then he knew that things would change and if he’s trying to fit in, then he’s going to do what he can to make sure nothing changes even though as we see that backfires throughout s4 because his relationship with el is on the rocks and things with will have been rocky as well. and we know will is being forced to conform as well as he mentioned feeling like a mistake and we can only assume he is afraid to come out as gay due to homophobia.

so back to the future is about marty going back in time to 1955 and having to fix the timeline where his parents fall in love and get married because when he went back to 1955 he messed up the initial meeting of his parents. if he fails to get them together, then he will cease to exist. marty is struggling at first to get his parents together because his mom has developed on crush on marty (weird i know but to me this shows how the right people need to be in a relationship in order for things to get resolved). if we think of how that could parallel to byler, then we know that mike’s love confession did not help el or save hawkins. we know el can defeat vecna and we know that what makes her powerful is love. she was able to banish vecna to the upside down when she remembered her mom saying “i love you”, but with mike it didn’t work— why? because it’s a lie. he doesn’t love her romantically like he says. hawkins isn’t in desolation because of mike, but i think if we want to make a parallel then we can say that mike being with el isn’t what’s supposed to happen because they aren’t right for each other. this also fits in to how mike and will’s love would save hawkins. just like marty’s parents falling in love preserved the timeline and allowed marty to continue to exist. now if we think that will is starting to cease to exist from the timeline due to birthdaygate and coincidentally marty learns he will cease to exist if his parents don’t get together on november 6— the same day will went missing— then could it be that mike’s love saves will?

like there’s just something about the upside down being stuck on the day will went missing… something about el’s letter mentioning time travel and time feeling like it speeds up or slows down based on emotion… something about the duffers saying they’re going back to s1 dynamics… something about vecna’s entire thing revolving around time… something about vecna making his victims visit their past traumatic memories… something about one of the ways to block vecna from getting to your mind is by thinking about past happy memories… something about vecna saying thinking about a past memory that makes him angry or sad makes him more powerful… something about hearing the sound of a clock being slowed down when a character is about to get vecna’d… something about “the week is long. the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. a trip to china sounds nice, if you tread lightly”… something about spring break being a week long… something about will being in the upside down for a week… something about vecna saying “seconds. minutes. hours. days. weeks. months. years. decades. each life a faded lesser copy of the one before.”… something about will’s birthday being forgotten… something about will being sidelined from the plot or shall i say fading from it… something about the back to the future parallels such as marty starting to be erased from the timeline starting on nov 6 the same day will went missing…

anyways i know this was long AF, but there was so much to say! i could be grasping at straws, but this was fun to write and analyze! i love the back to the future movies, so seeing how all of this parallels and could potentially continue to parallel is cool. all in all i don’t think it’s far-fetched to think will is going to get stuck in the upside down, some form of time travel will occur considering that was a part of the original stranger things pitch, and that mike and will’s love for each other will save hawkins. if you made it this far, thank you for reading all of this <3

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back to the future poster parallels x

back to the future november 21st parallel theory x

#byler #byler tumblr #byler is endgame #byler is canon #byler nation #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 5 #st5 #stranger things theory #stranger things theories #birthdaygate #pocketgate #byler canon #byler endgame #byler analysis #stranger things analysis #blue meets yellow in the west

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Character Ask: Brainstorm

one aspect about them i love: I love how it sneaks up on you that so, so much of what Brainstorm does is motivated by his feelings about other people. He holds everyone at arms' length and cultivates an image of not caring about other people, and then at the exact same time he makes all his biggest decisions based on whoever he cares about deep down. Everything he does following Quark's death is for Quark, until it's actually for Chromedome, except then it turns out Chromedome was as much a catalyst for him to just... start thinking about everyone else the war fucked over. It's that bit where Nautica is so pissed at him until she realises he was, without any fuss, going to erase himself from existence to stop the war, and didn't even bring it up in his own defense. That's the trick to his character.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: Brainstorm's initial draw to Perceptor is that it mirrors his relationship with Quark. What I mean by this is: Brainstorm doesn't really expect to actually achieve much there. We learn later that Brainstorm knew very well that his feelings towards Quark were unrequited. There's a turning point where Perceptor's impression of Brainstorm changes, and it's when Perceptor puts two and two together and realises what Brainstorm's actions in EC were actually trying to achieve; that he isn't just an arrogant asshole who doesn't care. So, any attempt to elaborate on that relationship needs to reckon, IMO, with the fact that it's a change to the status quo that Brainstorm had fully accepted, one in which he poked at Perceptor constantly and never risked actually getting anywhere with it. I've never seen a fic with those two as a pairing that really managed to nail that down for me, tbh! You need that sense of Brainstorm being like. Wait. Shit. What do I do now I have his respect, though. Because Brainstorm has no model for that.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: Brainstorm doesn't actually believe that the peace will last. He's fully convinced that war will, at some point, break out again. It's difficult for him to even imagine peace ever holding- he literally was born into the war, and he's seen the worst of both sides in his role as a double agent, and how desperate people are in both corners to keep it going until the other side is fully obliterated. He originally figured that when he got Quark to safety they would run off somewhere neutral and just ignore Cybertron, and that would be fine, because by that point the war would have started up again anyway.

one character i love seeing them interact with: Nautica! I love their friendship. I love that it's this deeply sincere relationship that is the first one he's ever had that isn't touched with some kind of trauma or violence. One thing I think about it is that this is the first time he's interacting with someone about his passions who doesn't see it as something that is part and parcel with the war- he's never had a peer before who has any perspective on what he can do in that regard which doesn't, at some point, loop back around to its usefulness in doing something destructive. IDK, that's just so... nice to me. He needs to have a friend like that.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: I think him and Tailgate would be a riot actually. They're both so full of shit and insecure in parallel ways and prone to being so intense. And I think they would be funny! I think they would egg each other onto TERRIBLE ideas and crack wise the whole time and it would be deeply entertaining. They should blow some shit up together and Tailgate should try to offer to be Brainstorm's wingman despite being phenomenally unqualified.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: Brainstorm has privately apologised to Rewind (2.0) for his role in his death. He doesn't feel guilty about a lot, and tbh he probably tried pretty hard to persuade himself he didn't need to. But. Then Rewind thanked him for keeping Chromedome alive when Rewind was gone, and he felt like such a fucking asshole. Because it was a little bit his fault along with the others. (Rewind accepted the apology and also said that if he ever got Chromedome involved in anything like that ever again, Rewind would physically rip his head off.)

#ask meme

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cheetahsprints · 5 months

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(If you don't like mentions of a slash ship featuring certain anthro hedgehogs just scroll past!!!! Quickly!!!)

TL;DR (You can skip this blurb if you want the full story)

I went from being like neutrally aware of the Sonic franchise characters' existence to totally obsessed practically overnight with Shadow and Sonadow. Went full speed ahead brainrot on them because of a freaking dream where cartoon (unspecified) Sonic & co accidentally entered the dimension of live action Sonic. Shenanigans ensued, most notably a dreambrain-hatched live action Shadow fighting his cartoon version because of his attitude toward Sonic & co.

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A few nights ago I had a random as hell dream about Sonic the hedgehog and I am now here I have watched freaking Sonic Prime on Netflix because the mental images wouldn't leave me alone so I treated it like a weird message from the universe e send Help

My only previous interactions with sonic stuff was some person I followed on twitter for something else posting art of it (mega long time ago), watching the sonic live action movies why I have no idea (super long time ago), and that joke game that went surprisingly hard The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog which I completed even though the minigames to progress got hard AF for me (pretty long time ago) and like even before all that I knew of Sonic from ads, memes, and various posts on social medias. But I didn't fully engage with it.

Side note: the twitter posting was mostly sonadow and I would look it over like uh-huh ok the vibes check out and just keep scrolling like lsdfkjdskl but that is pretty much the main reason I knew Sonic/Shadow existed but at the time I didn't actively seek it out or try to learn more.

Onward...

My brain is so so so weird and the dream was somewhat vivid like watching a movie omg where the live action sonic and pals met the cartoon versions of the characters?? even though I never watched any of the cartoons before??? as such it wasn't a specific series, I just knew it in the dream they were from a generalized cartoon universe

Specifically it was Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles in the movie group, while the cartoon group had Amy and Rouge instead of the other two alongside Sonic, who I only even really knew about because of the April Fool's game. And Shadow was also there in both groups because why not I guess and they (the Shadows) fought each other because the movie one thought the cartoon one was a jerk lmao idk? Yeah my subconscious decided it couldn't wait for Sonic 3 and made up its own version of movie Shadow.

Early in the dream there was also a little kid clone of Sonic who belonged with the cartoon group. There were some cute interactions but in nonsensical dream fashion that character just disappeared later like he was never there lol

…There was some plot about the cartoon group needing to get back to their dimension because Sonic accidentally got them blasted into the movie one somehow... after watching Sonic Prime I'm like my dream was so FREAKISHLY similar to that show's plot, but I SWEAR I knew nothing about the premise of SP before the dream. Although, in the dream they were like... multidimensional travellers doing hero stuff and had met other variants before, just this time it wasn't intentional and it messed something up.

Uh getting off track... (which the dream itself did a lot tbf)

Anyway, what I remember is the movie dimension made the cartoon group look in the more realistic style so at first Shadow thought the actual movie group were the ones from his dimension (Shadow & Amy got separated from Sonic & Rouge) and was rude to them because he was so ticked off blaming Sonic for being a dumbass and yelling at Tails for not preventing whatever happened or something, so actual movie Shadow appeared like. don't talk to my friends that way asshole and beat the absolute shit out of him. There was an explanation Tails gave that the movie Shadow was more powerful for some reason I don't remember and Amy told cartoon Shadow to stop trying to beat him. But yeah bro was so pissed movie Sonic had to step in and physically stop him because he wouldn't listen to and/or overpowered anyone else. He reminded Shadow that the other Shadow was still him, in a sense.

Cartoon Sonic and Rouge appeared and Sonic started bickering with cartoon Shadow. but the movie versions were best friends so they were watching them like wtf is wrong with y'all. Movie Shadow got fed up quickly and punched cartoon Shadow again and stood protectively in front of both Sonic versions bristling and wouldn't take his eyes off his counterpart. Cartoon Shadow was so goddamn confused by Shadow's protectiveness and asked how Sonic had made movie Shadow his loyal bodyguard (derogatory) Amy and Rouge like explained the backstory to the movie crew, which is fuzzy to me but it was something along the lines of, Shadow had been brainwashed to rival Sonic, tricked to think that Sonic was evil (unbeknownst to that Sonic who in his pov had this random edgy hedgehog start attacking him out of nowhere during a mission) and they had a lot of intense fighting before Shadow found out the truth. But the two of them never quite got over the misunderstanding. Listen I didn't know Shadow's backstory, literally none of it, but I have read the wiki since ok

Meanwhile movie Shadow, in the dream, was made and raised in a lab and similarly believed he was made as Sonic's rival/equal. Behind the scenes some government thing or whatever were afraid of Sonic's power and wanted a backup plan. But some evil guy stole and unleashed Shadow. At first it was basically just a duel, Shadow admired Sonic, but the evil guy had put a chip in his head that when activated made him try to kill Sonic. Eventually he was subdued and the chip deactivated- and despite everything Sonic insisted Shadow come with him to his home and the rest was history. This unfolded in like flashback style.

There was a funny part where Shadow questioned Sonic's home like "What kind of base of operations is this?" In a very unimpressed tone. Sonic said sarcastically "Oh, sorry if you were expecting my own Fortress of Solitude." And I guess Shadow was allowed to watch tv because he got the reference and shot back "Does that make me Lois Lane?" Didn't make a whole lot of sense sdlfkjds but movie Shadow delivered this line very confidently and flirtatious and just walked away leaving Sonic shocked LOL

And then later Shadow complained that the government people would always rewind and loop the villainy parts and he never got to see if Lois and Clark kissed (It's been too long since I watched any Superman movies so I couldn't tell you if this makes sense) and Knuckles teased him for being a romantic, and then the whole team binge watched every Superman movie.

In the "present" at some point movie Sonic and Shadow pulled their alternate versions aside and like told them off for being mean to each other lmao cartoon Sonic was kinda like uwu I didn't know Shadow had feelings he's like a lone wolf and like was surprised by his counterpart's vehemence. Movie Sonic told cartoon Sonic that Shadow can be a great friend if you give him a chance. I don't remember the Shadowses convo much but it was a lot more chill despite the fighting before (though still prickly) because Shadow's reasons were more valid and it was more of a pep talk from movie Shadow that if he opened up more it might give the others around him more opportunity to know and accept him.

I remember there was this one specific heavy emotional line in the dream that stuck with me when I woke up said by cartoon Shadow about Sonic, "He's my best friend but I'm obviously not his" DFKLJDSKJ

Additional small detail that movie Sonic and Shadow had known each other for over 2 years during dream events. And they were quite close and in sync. But still bantery

My brain basically conjured a LITERAL FANFICTION in my sleep and I have been thinking about it a lot What's hilarious is I knew next to fuck all about these characters my brain pulled the plot points of this dream out of its ass

Typed out, this dream probably sounds a lot longer than it was... the "scenes" just felt oddly detailed for how mashed together and quick passing they were.

But yeah I kept thinking about the dream and like daydreaming more scenes and it somehow turned even more into Sonadow (like, I imagined Cartoon Sonic & Shadow finding out in a very abrupt way that the movie versions were an item. <- to my delight I did find a fic with a premise very similar to this just not movie universe related. Also played with the idea of Sonic and/or Shadow accidentally kissing the wrong counterpart in their excitement at being reunited which Awakened Some Things for the receiver of the unexpected passion😂 )

The dream kinda acted as a base that inspired daydreams to spiral out from my brain without permission but I just... mentally jumped into it because ships sometimes grab you like that.

And Sonic Prime made my sprouting interest worse, basically fuel to the fire, so now I am obsessed with them... like what a fucking way to get into a ship

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonadow #shadonic #swearing #long post #since it was a dream there's of course a lot of holes in my memory #so if anyone reads the full thing don't examine it too closely lol #I think movie Sonic and Shadow were not explicitly a couple in the dream but the dream was very much implying it or at least the possibilit #I... haven't played any of the Actual games :(#I did try the uhh Sonic Frontiers demo on the switch (some time prior to dream)#but the gameplay didn't seem like my type of thing #does this make me a fake fan /lh #does it help that I binged the twitter takeovers - why are they so fucking funny? - and read Shadow's entire wiki page?#originally rambled about this dream in a discord group chat with half assed grammar but I tried to clean it up a bit #I am normal (lie) about these hedgehogs

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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Thinking about your Hanahaki AU again, with Light this time. He'd definitely rip the flowers out. If he could.

Because, does removing Hanahaki flowers require surgery in this AU? How much does it cost? Can Light even admit himself and get surgery in the middle of the Kira case? Without anyone noticing? How would he even explain to Soichiro or Sachiko that this is why he needs the flowers out?

Plus, as you've said, would L notice? It's very, very likely L would. And he won't let Kira remove those flowers. Afterall, Kira being in love with L would be a very interesting development. How far would Kira go for someone he loves when he can't rid himself of his feelings nor live with those feelings unrequited?

This seems to be a very, very, very bad ending for Light. Unless somehow L ends up falling for Light while trying to stop him from getting Hanahaki flowers removed...

What do you think? How does Light having Hanahaki go in your AU?

I'VE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO UNHINGEDLY THAT I'VE GONE A BIT INSANE BARE WITH ME

So, to address your first question; yes, Light absolutely rips them out :3 You're right that he can't get surgery during the middle of the Kira case because it would bring too much attention to him, AND the fact that yes, the surgery is incredibly expensive and he wouldn't be able to pay for it on his own even if he could find a clinic discreet enough that L couldn't find it. Buuut that doesn't mean that he can't remove them himself! :D

Light is a boy that jerry-rigged a bomb into his desk with shit that he bought at the corner store in an abandoned building with little to no tools—he would absolutely consider it within his abilities to give himself surgery. And he's correct! It would be incredibly dangerous, but for Light everything he does seems to be a Morton's Fork, even if he doesn't see it that way.

I imagine him visiting his school nurse to yoink some medical supplies, finding a way to recirculate his blood as soon as he loses it (possibly by jerry-rigging some other machine to suck the blood up out of any openings he made back into a tube that cycles it right back into his arm veins—idk how that would WORK but Light would find a way I promise you), and then sitting in front of his bedroom mirror to split his chest open while Ryuk watches his lifespan to make sure he's not gonna die.

But the kicker here is this; Light would have to do this multiple times. Because he has to leave the roots of the flowers in or he loses his memory of L, and just like L, he can't afford to lose valuable insight on his opponent in the middle of the game. So once every month (or twice depending how often he sees L) Light cuts himself open and clears out the foliage in his lungs! :D Yes it would be incredibly painful and incredibly tedious and incredibly dangerous, but Light would still do it, because by this point he thinks he can't afford to do anything else. Kira comes before L, yes, but Light's continued existence (with his mental image intact) comes before Kira. Which, ironically, now necessitates continuing to be Kira, even against his own heart's desires.

Despite his ego, Light doesn't actually do many things for personal gain—if he can't convince himself that something would ultimately have an altruistic purpose (and yes furthering Kira's goals does count as an altruistic purpose because Light sees Kira, himself, as altruistic by nature) and it comes at any sort of cost, then he convinces himself he doesn't want it. Being in love with L would be one of those things he denies viciously ✨ He'll say it's obsession, equality, understanding rather than love or affection, because Light has never felt deep respect or affection for anyone other than his family and obviously the Hanahaki has just mistaken his respect for love. Obviously.

Confessing isn't an option. Light would sooner leap in front of a speeding train than confess (in either circumstance of confession in this case). He doesn't even believe he's in actual love with L so he sees it as a moot point. Making L fall in love with him also isn't an option for similar reasons.

If we go the route where L doesn't discover that Light has Hanahaki or at least he discovers it too late, then it wouldn't differ very much from canon. The only difference would be that Light, until the day he dies, would carry around physical proof of his love for L. And the knowledge that it wasn't enough for Light to spare him :') Which would then feed further in to Light's idea that it wasn't REAL love, merely a facsimile of it 💔 Nothing else changes.

BUT—as for L finding out... Well, here's the thing. He would either need to find out before Light's confinement, or after they catch Higuchi. Because during that period where Light loses his memory of being Kira? His Hanahaki goes away :) Yotsuba Arc Light loses his feelings for L because most of the reasons Light loved him before have abruptly become the very same reasons Light hates him as soon as he forgets he's Kira :)

So if L finds out, it's either early enough that he can swap plans entirely (if he wished to), or late enough that he'd have to haul ass to convince Light not to kill him, either by attempting to fall in love with Light or proving him as Kira or somehow, by some miracle of manipulation and seduction and conversation, convince Light to change his mind. BUT—but but but—the sticking point here is that L is not in love with Light. (I don't see Light as the type to feel "unloved" so we're going the Hanahaki Is Omniscient To People's Feelings route instead of it being psychological). And any plans he would make in response to Light's Hanahaki would be dependant on several factors, including but not limited to the strength of his desire to live, the strength of his desire to win, the fact that Light is intellectual equal, the fact that despite Light being his intellectual equal they have very different moral codes and societal views, the pros of keeping Light alive, the cons of keeping Light alive, lust even (if there is any), etc. etc. But not love. You'd have to account for the fact that Light surviving the Hanahaki is not L's top priority. It might not even be high priority. Though I think you're right in that L would make sure Light couldn't get rid of it—he'd find it too interesting see it as too much of a boon to lose. Plus I very much see him as a vindictive little shit, just like Light 💕

So really it's up to how you think L would react! What you think is important to him, what you think his thought processes are, and honestly when you decide that he finds out. Those are all factors in L's decision making process that have to be considered—which is why I don't write from L's pov very often :,D

#asks #anonymous #lawlight #hanahaki #death note #yagami light #l lawliet

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scarrletmoon · 8 months

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im not trying to start shit so im not tagging this but i'm just thinking about ed/izzy and how it doesn't make sense

like. izzy feels like the shitty ex who's convinced you that no one else gets you and no one ever will, so as uncomfortable as you feel with him, as much as it feels like you're missing something, you don't know exactly WHAT you're missing. plus, you've never had a relationship that's lasted as long as this one, and everyone says relationships are hard work. so maybe this IS what you deserve. at the end of the day, yeah he's an angry little fucker but he's loyal. you know he'll always have your back bc he's dedicated like no one else. and what's a relationship if not respect and loyalty?

except izzy has a very concrete but wrong idea of who ed is. he wants ed to fit a certain mould, which has severely stunted ed's growth and made him miserable.

i get ed/izzy as like, a terrible toxic relationship where two people stay together bc they think they have no one else -- izzy clings to ed bc blackbeard represents everything he wants to be as a man, ed stays with izzy bc he's useful and like, look at the poor guy, you can't just ditch him after 20 years. ed's not HEARTLESS. izzy's good, deep down.

deep, deep down

but then you see how stede immediately sees the best in ed, knows that ed can do better. stede brings out the softer parts that ed's been unable to access for years, doesn't shame him for not being a paragon of manliness or whatever. ed is HAPPY with stede.

and like, stede is a BITCH. he's selfish, obnoxious, shamelessly grandiose and loves being the center of attention, will happily ignore other people's needs to serve his own and also somehow has such terrible self esteem that he thinks he doesn't actually matter at the end of the day

but stede CARES. he never tries to really change anyone to fit an image he approves of. he doesn't go out of his way to harm anyone unless they've harmed him or someone he loves. his loyalty isn't conditional; when he loves ed, he loves him exactly as he is. and i think the reason why he dislikes Jack so much is bc jack turns him into this dumb frat boy who doesn't think for himself and he knows ed is better than that. ed reads it as judgement bc that's all he's ever gotten from others. but stede means it as "there is so much good in you already" rather than "i wish you would change into a shape i approve of"

so like. WHY DO PEOPLE THINK ED WOULD BE HAPPIER WITH IZZY. ed isn't even romantically attracted to izzy? izzy clearly, obviously, is HOPELESSLY in love with ed. but it's worse for both of them if they stay together, as friends or romantic partners. if they stay together, they stagnate. apart, ed can flourish. idk about izzy but maybe he'd be less of a cunt if he loosened his sphincter and learned that he doesn't ACTUALLY have to control everything in his sight

i get relating to izzy as someone who's been in love with someone who'll never love them back, but like. i'm sorry. im so sorry. but you should think better of yourself than izzy. you don't have to be miserable, and part of finding your own happiness might involve leaving the person you've been in love with for years who's never going to give you what you need

not saying you can't like the little gremlin but i'm just very confused about people who impart this softness onto him that doesn't actually exist, and won't exist until he exhibits some desire to change as a person

anyway if anyone comes to this post or my inbox cussing me out for this, im just blocking on sight bc i'm not fighting with izzy fans again who'd rather be cruel than either engage respectfully or just ignore me

if you dont like what i have to say, the block button is literally!! right there!!

#scarrlet rambles #having Thoughts #i dont think any of this should be controversial but i bet it will be!#im already tired lmao

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sealacrossthesea · 16 days

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ocs as horror tropes/metaphors

i was tagged by @gwynbleidd and it took me. a while. to get to it. sorry, but thanks for the tag!

i don't have ocs except ocs for a thing i'm trying to work on (every ant is a titan, i talk about it sometimes), and i don't actually have any visual references for said characters because i know nothing about editing images to make them look cool, and i don't like how i draw :') so i'll just write their names, zero context, and zero clue to their appearance :')

oh, here goes:

Morgan:

meat as horror

meat hooks and conveyor belts and cold metal. the warm eyes of a stupid animal, completely unaware of the watering mouths that await it. "cut here" lines drawn on the body, slabs of steak that bleed and bleed, unrelenting. are you hungry? would you kill to stay alive? you feel like prey, or maybe like predator. sinew is stuck between your teeth, and gore dribbles down your chin. don't chip your teeth on the bones. you feel like the top of the food chain, and don't see the eyes gleaming behind you.

Adam:

the horror of the mother

complete control over you, your complete reliance on her. you are a helpless child, and she makes every decision for you, asserting to you that she knows what's best. hysterical, emotional, even in her love for you, especially in her hatred for you. the fruit of her loins has rotted, and you cannot escape her scorn. distance means nothing if you're doomed to become her.

Joseph:

heaven as oblivion

there is absolutely nothing for you now. you are dead but not gone, you've passed on to the next realm and hit an infinitely extending wall. your fingers dissolve before your eyes, your eyes melt out of your head, your head does not exist. you are not present anywhere, and you cannot hear anything. you've dodged hell, but at what cost? this is all there is now.

Adelaide:

family as a cult

you will never need anyone else. outsiders will hurt you, aim to corrupt you and ruin you and leave you in pieces, but your family will always be there for you. everyone has the same eyes, the same smile. the same sickly yellow light cast over their skin. the same tastes, the same food that melts to gray sludge on your tongue. family recipe. hugs last too long, touches linger and sting like sunburn. don't stray too far. if you come back looking like a wolf rather than a sheep, the dogs will eat you.

Giovanni:

just catholic trauma

(tw for implications of self harm here) god is judgment. every action is weighted, every action is watched. tally marks on a scoreboard, on skin, your body on a golden scale, and you can't shed enough weight to stop it from tipping. worship isn't enough. sacrifice isn't enough. guilt lays across you in layers. blankets, sheets of snow, cling-wrap cutting off your circulation. you can't save yourself, but you can never stop trying. fire licks at your heels, a constant reminder of what is inevitably waiting for you.

Newton:

meat as horror

okay, that's it for the ants team, and these are surprisingly accurate! again, thanks a lot for the tag! idk who to tag in return, so i guess anyone who wants to do this is free to say they were tagged by me.

#rho.odt #every ant is a titan #oc: morgan #oc: adam #oc: joseph #oc: newt #oc: adela #oc: giovanni #i liked doing this. idk why i've been putting it off so long :')#i know mento ewness etc but. yeah.#thanks again!

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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Hey hi hey hey hi I am having an Emotional day so uh. Have an Apocalypse AU idea I had. Full disclosure - I uh. Actually hate stories set within and just beyond apocalypses, which is why my stuff is always set pretty far Past an apocalypse. But. I'm feeling things and I dislike apocalypse stories because of that whole Lone Wolf/Everyone Turns On Each Other mindset so many writers seem to have and this is Not That so - below the cut.

Okay so I'm less interested in how the apocalypse happens here but I'm picturing it being some kind of monster apocalypse. This is definitely gonna be a minecrafty like. low fantasy world like all my ideas so maybe the apocalypse is caused by mobs coming in the night for the first time. The struggle of stuff spawning when it gets dark - and maybe with the added difficulty of the sun not killing things. My own difficulty is figuring out like, doc and Cleo bc i still want them to be a creeper and zombie hybrid but I imagine everyone being human??????? maybe I change that. But I still don't know how to justify like doc existing like Cleo mightve gotten bitten but not become a full zombie for some reason but doc? IDK. then again im now thinking about like maybe mild hybridization okay. So maybe like. avians. Sheep hybrids. Simpler hybrids than what i usually do and everyone else [sans the hybrids] are just Dudes. Okay so

Monsters start appearing one day and it causes, understandably, mass panic in a world where monsters didn't exist beforehand. Before its all said and done, people are fleeing left right and center and no one is really keeping track of anything and a lot of things kind of fall apart. You know, standard monster apocalypse stuff. BUT. here's the thing. I don't think this is a 'government steps in a takes over' and I dont think this is a 'everyone turns on each other and refuses to share supplies' - just the opposite.

And the hermits end up being one such group of people who end up collecting together. They pool their resources and support each other and build a safe place to live - lit up, with walls to keep the new and dangerous mobs out, and houses to keep everyone safe and warm. Support. No man left behind. And it - admittedly - takes them a bit to really get their feet underneath them. Feeding a group their size is difficult and gardening and farming is a brand new idea to a lot of them who had other jobs before the apocalypse [Architects, tailors, scientists, engineers, etc etc]. And they're jobs are important and useful too, but they're got to learn to do stuff like Milk Cows, grow their own food, process that food, process animals - all of it.

And what I'm thinking is like this is both a soft and hard au. Soft in that there's a lot of focus on learning to trust their new family, learning these new skills they need, falling in love amongst themselves, and learning how to accomodate different issues everyone has. And its also a hard AU in that it's learning to fight to defend each other from the mobs and learning to explore safely and learning to protect each other and all that stuff.

But its also like - welcoming strangers who need help who may or may not stay with open arms because they're people and they need help. And yeah, sometimes people have bad intentions and it might bite them in the ass occasionally but this is a group of people who came together to protect each other they aren't just going to leave someone else out to starve or die.

Is this even coherent. Anyway just kind of a lot of thoughts about learning to care for other people and trust and build community both literally and figuratively. Learning to build houses with your hands and repair what you have and learning to farm and process and cook. Rebuilding from the ground up a community in your own image. lkhsfkdlk

@atherix @braxiatel @greatbridge @ellalily @lesbianwilby @em-mermaid @loombarrow @sparksnevadas @aceofthefandoms

#Stitch Talks #Stitch's Writing #Hermitcraft #Apocalypse AU #god #just #glsdfhkhfslhjhgd

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whitherwanderer · 7 months

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10 // ghost (extra credit)

[thru_fire]: hey remember that favor you owe me [caldo56]: What do you want [thru_fire]: nothin crazy promise [thru_fire]: just need you to make an image of some guys soft and run a scan, see if anything weird comes up [caldo56]: Now? [thru_fire]: if you got time [caldo56]: Sure. He’s jacked into your laptop? [thru_fire]: yea [caldo56]: 95648 [SecureGen Assistant]: [caldo56] IS REQUESTING REMOTE ACCESS TO YOUR TERMINAL'S DATA PORT. [SecureGen Assistant]: ENTER YOUR 5-DIGIT REMOTE ACCESS SESSION KEY TO CONTINUE. Remember! Do not give your key to anyone besides your remote support specialist. ***** [SecureGen Assistant]: REMOTE ACCESS GRANTED TO [caldo56]. [caldo56]: Grab a beer or something. This will take a bit. [thru_fire]: how long [caldo56]: Like an hour for the image. After that? Depends on what sort of encryption your guy has. [thru_fire]: ain’t a rush, just call/text when you’re done scanning [caldo56]: Will do

Sif tried her best to make it look like she wasn’t looking directly at the man on the other side of the table, but it was a little hard not to. People packing heat was expected. People packing 30-inch graphene blades that sprang out of their forearms with the right flick of the wrist… less so. She nearly pulled her gun on him when he asked if he could borrow a screwdriver, his forearm coming apart under his hand as he tried to hold the blade in.

His quiet cajoling as he attempted to tune up whatever mechanism was supposed to keep the blades locked in was a show in itself—far more entertaining than whatever products were being plugged on the small TV display against the far side of their shitty little city's edge motel room. This might have been the fourth or fifth time he carefully folded the blade in with a prayer on his breath, only to have it spring out again the moment he removed his hand. As he rubbed a palm down his face, Sif looked away to hide a grin and bite back a laugh.

A gentle buzz-buzz at her hip caught her attention well enough to spare her the effort, and she turned to pull her phone out of her pocket and glance idly at it, throwing her feet up on the table.

Message from caldo56

Oh, right. She almost forgot about the scan. It’d been a week since she pulled the man—Dugald, she’d learned his name was—out of the garbage heap, and while he was congenial enough, he still had more than a few mysteries about him that congeniality alone wouldn’t satisfy. With a swipe of her finger, she skimmed the message.

[caldo56]: Nothing crazy my ass. Your guy’s soft tried to zero me.

Sif blinked at the message before furiously thumbing at the screen to scroll through her message history. She couldn’t even recall what she’d said that night, texting halfway through a third glass of O’Dicken.

[thru_fire]: what do you mean [caldo56]: I mean there’s something in his tangled-ass hardware that has a kill vector and I just barely dodged it. Some of my shit is smoking. [thru_fire]: what the hell… [caldo56]: It gets better. I ran his name through every database I could find. City, corporate, medical, everything. It’s like he doesn’t exist. [caldo56]: He’s trying to hide something, or someone else is. You sure he ain't a corpo?

Sif glanced up and over, watching the man take another attempt with the screwdriver, a small flashlight held between his teeth. Disheveled, in need of a shave, and wearing ill-fitting "borrowed" clothing, he looked like any other ordinary gonk in town. The scars across his face and the tech he sported on his brow wouldn’t make anyone look twice at a glance, but with closer inspection…

[thru_fire]: shit idk [caldo56]: Personal advice, put that guy back where you found him. Don't go digging around in a graveyard if you don't want to meet any ghosts. [caldo56]: Well that’s all I got [caldo56]: So we’re square now [thru_fire]: yep thanks [thru_fire]: sorry about your setup

Sif’s eyes hovered on the message for a few moments while she waited for a response, but was pulled away by a deep, exasperated sigh from Dugald finally getting the blade to stay put in his arm. He lifted it to inspect his handiwork, then shrugged as he pulled the flashlight out of his mouth.

“Finally get it fixed?” Sif asked, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

“Good as it’s gettin’,” he drawled back, closing up the panels of his forearm with a shake of his head. “Let’s hope these rubber bands last a couple days.”

Sif turned to face him directly now, aghast. “Rubber bands?” she repeated, to which he only shrugged again as if to ask if she had better ideas (which she did). Maybe it was the nomad in her, but believing this guy to be a corpo castoff seemed like an insult to corpos.

#ffxivwrite2023 #[ ffxivwrite2023 ]#[ cyberpunk ]#[ the longest road ]#[ drabbles; sif ]#sunday is au day

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