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mugentakeda · 4 months

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oh sorry!! misinterpreted!! pls tell me abt his 500 mental illnesses and horrors please

NO UR FINE HEHEHDHSHD i figured id get an ask abt it at some point cus most people dont talk abt iroh in such deranged ways.... but . idk i really just sort of take literal facts abt iroh and stretch them so they become hcs??? and i also take little worldbuilding hcs ive seen other people have and adopt them because it adds spice.

this is gonna get long and crazy cus its just me musing about shitty iroh qualities ive noticed and trying to clown a bit in his pov so im gonna put it all under a cut. read it only if you dare thoughf

first of all. iroh is like a hypocrite among all hypocrites. its funny as it is pathetic. sometimes he knows it and tries to adjust his thinking because after all he DOES actively try to change himself for the better. sometimes he knows it and just doesnt care. maybe feels guilty for not caring, maybe he sometimes doesnt feel guilty. and sometimes he doesnt notice it at all because well. 6 years of changing yourself means what exactly to 30 something years of being one of the biggest baddest fn ghouls???? theres still a lot of unlearning to do, and he thinks he can be all hoity toity grand lotus. like boy bye. i think that if he knew he would work to submit to humility and i say that genuinely but sometimes old fire nation crown prince habits die hard. he wears silk robes under his armor baby. he was the spoiled rotten eldest son!!! theres a way you can balance iroh actively practicing humility but also him being patronizing and holier-than-thou.

iroh spent years and decades believing in the fire nations old cause. i bet yall anything the siege wasnt his only crime, just the biggest and most notorious. and on top of that hed believed that taking down ba sing se was his destiny from a vision that had been sent by the spirits. as if spirits gaf abt war shit humans do like boy youre just delusional and have always been delusional. but im sure that everyone took it seriously cus im p sure fn folk take spirit stuff seriously considering the fire lord is supposed to be like... a god human and his word is divine law or whatever idfk.

lu tens death was world shattering to iroh beyond belief if it managed to break that. iroh is a spiritual guy and takes spirits dead seriously, and if he believed him taking ba sing se was decreed by agni- well. look at how hard it was for zuko to give up those beliefs, and he was only sixteen and his track list is prob mickey mouse size compared to irohs. thats why lu ten being just a mentioned ghost character kinda bothers me cus i think if we knew more abt him itd put just how earth shattering his death was into more perspective. if he meant that much to iroh that it stopped iroh from caring when fn folks care so much about their cause, awful as it is, then he mustve been something special.

as for how iroh is with women i couldnt give you a good answer on that. the fn doesnt really seem to have roles like the nwt so i dont think its a common fn man thing to objectify women. which means thats just an iroh specific thing. which is insane??? but i watch one piece which has sanji in it so ive seen far worse but still. this isnt the objectify women olympics. i think as far as i can remember the only time iroh had been annoying and needed to be curb stomped about it was with june and then every other time it was reciprocated flirting with women his age but i digress. itd be pretty funny if lu tens birth in general almost became a scandal because iroh didnt know who the hell the mother was. This isnt one of his 500 mental illnesses though its just an annoying iroh quality ive noticed. Lets cut his dick off

NOW BACK TO MY FIRST POINT specifically ab him being a hypocrite and knowing it and feeling guilty but also sometimes not feeling guilty. i was talking abt him and azula. I have no idea if iroh knows how similar he and his niece are. frankly i believe itd be funny if he didnt because hes deluded as hell. i know people say oh iroh doesnt like azula bc she reminds him of himself WELL I THINK IROH DOESNT LIKE AZULA BECAUSE SHE REMINDS HIM OF OZAI. as if iroh would compare her to himself!! hes not that gd self aware. which comparing her to ozai is very unfair to azula and stupid i know. and humans do and think things that are very unfair and stupid and hurt the people around them. and its sad and it sucks but thats just how it is. him being the age that he is beefing with a teenager is a bad look and these bad looks are what make iroh whole and human and a shitty uncle. i dont hate him for it but i also think azula can rip his face off like a rabid chimpanzee for it if she felt that way

i think its like, he knows that azula is only 14 and is only doing what ozai teaches her and will just get the short end of the stick at the end of the day because thats just how ozai is, and thats when he feels guilty. but then shes manipulating and pulling zukos emotional strings like hes a puppet and shes rushing in with a smirk thats identical to ozais and shes rushing at zuko and thats when he stops feeling guilty and stops caring about her age and only cares about what she can do and what she will do and attacks her the same way hed attack anyone else. crushing her hand in his own and then kicking her in the face off war ships.

and then i think that guilt about her age and seeing it as just something that war does to even children eventually wears off entirely and all he can see when he looks at her is his own brother, and that means he needs to keep her far away from zuko no matter what. so yeah i think he really meant it when he said he thinks azula is crazy and that she needs to go down and no i dont think hed have too much of an issue with being the one to do that if it meant zukos safety. how does iroh feel like shit over lu ten dying but not over the idea of possibly killing his niece? couldnt tell you. i know a lot of people think its misogyny on irohs part and i mean. maybe?????? but i honestly dont think so. i think blaming it on misogyny actually makes their beef less intriguing, if anything. i think he just hates azula for azula.

and i dont even think comparing azula to ozai is something he only does with azula. i bet there are times where zuko shows his soft side and instead of being filled with love and admiration for his nephew who is compassionate despite it all, the first thing that comes to his head is look at that, look at how hes not entirely like ozai, theres still hope for an honorable and idealistic leader for our nation in the future. like i said before, old habits die hard. sometimes iroh Has to think like a general with his family for the wellbeing of literally everyone else on the planet but in moments like that, its just unfair to zuko as his nephew. thats something i dont think he even realizes is bad of him as an uncle- that hes made himself one of many people that only ever compare zuko to the shadows of his family members that loom over them.

which then moves us to the question of, do i think iroh projects his feelings about lu ten onto zuko. my answer? sort of yes?? but sort of no?? sort of no because zuko makes that impossible. even if i personally hc that there was a lot of lu ten that iroh didnt know, the lu ten that iroh knew couldnt be anymore different than zuko. so iroh cant use the same parenting techniques on zuko, he cant have the same quiet and casual moments with zuko, theres no teasing and banter and rough housing with zuko. lu ten had been self assured in the way a boy can be when he has a father that doesnt instill fear into him.

However comma. i think that paternal love and adoration is the same as the kind he had for lu ten. that protectiveness is the same. theres the amused affection at how similar lu ten and zukos stubborness is, how expressive their irritation is- the way they both flail their hands around and in the air whenever they get frustrated. their undying dedication, the honor and belief in justice. it took iroh forever to see the similarities, only until he got to know zuko a little better aboard the ship. its the same feelings and most of the time that new love makes iroh feel new.

but i also think that sometimes its agony. sometimes that desperation and mourning of lu ten, wishing there was something, anything, iroh could do or give to bring him back, manifests in the form of if zukos wellbeing isnt at a certain standard at all times im going to lose my mind. its one thing for zuko, who is young and hurting, to be codependent on iroh. its another for iroh to be codependent on zuko. he hopes zuko never stops thinking iroh is just a worrywart, that iroh is just kind of overbearing in the way annoying grown ups are, because if he ever stopped and saw the truth, the terrified desperation that iroh has to make sure zuko gets out of this year alive??? i dont even know what iroh would do if zuko died during the show if im being honest. thats something thats beyond my comprehension lol.

i think for a while irohs dedication is this gross mix of codependency onto zuko and zukos overall wellbeing, but also this weird convoluted mess of guilt over lu ten that he doesnt want to relive with his nephew so this is like.... something he thinks he owes zuko. which hurts and sucks but i think those two things can and do co exist. i dont think irohs love for zuko becomes entirely uneffected by lu ten and the loss of lu ten until like. literally book 3.

and im serious about that too i think the "owing zuko something" bit had been stronger in book 1 when iroh had been more apathetic but then in book 2 when iroh was literally Living in lu tens grave site and im pretty sure even losing sight of zuko in ba sing se would be enough to freak iroh out. irohs a general and a genius in strategy, but the instincts of a parent- a stressed one, because you cant tell me that just because iroh is endeared by the people of ba sing se that thats enough to qwell his fears- squashes all of that into dust. hes living in the grave site of his son. him and zuko could be recognized. his contacts warned him of the dai li and long feng. he only truly relaxes until zuko comes back through the door. he only truly sleeps well when he can feel his nephews bright and alive chi near him.

and i think that when he mourns lu ten and is scared for zukos life in the earth kingdom he hates himself more than hes ever hated himself ever since losing lu ten in the first place. the personal killer of so many earth kingdom sons, so many earth kingdom fathers lives that he personally ruined, and here he is, alive.

But then thats when rationality and humility leaves him and that royal selfishness shows itself- he knows hes the one at fault- the murderer of earth kingdom sons of all ages, daughters of all ages, elderly, mothers and fathers, babies and toddlers, homeless that dont have the means to scurry to the inner walls and hide in homes, family pets and family livestock, ash and blood in the water that they need to drink and cook the food they had left with, running out of supplies, running out of the medicine pregnant mothers need to ease their pain during labor, medicine needed to perform amputations from violent and infected burns, sickness thats bound to show while under siege and cut off from the rest of the world, entire bloodlines ended, brains and blood and body parts covered in ash and littering the streets that he now walks as a fugitive.

its all his fault and yet hes still so angry at himself and the world and his god damned family, he wants his god damned son back. he tries to be a good example for his nephew who has so much to learn still, the world depends on his nephew learning the things this uncle is trying to teach him-but hidden poorly under the mask of a wise and worldly old man, he wants to have his cake and eat it too. he tries so hard to change and be humble and think beyond his own interests the way a grand lotus ought to, but when the gap in his chest left behind by his son that he murdered, that wouldn't be dead if it werent for his sorry excuse of a father, starts to ache so tangibly he almost wants to keel over and vomit.

SO . yeah i think that theres a way to balance irohs many lovely facets. his calm and collected mentor side that is observant and patient with the angriest teenage boy on earth, his ridiculous side that does stupid annoying shit to spite and tease his nephew, his protective and nuturing side that adores his nephew and wants him to be happy, his snobby pretentious ex crown prince side that thinks achieving peak open mindedness is joining a secret society with dudes like pakku, his angry and hateful side that did so many cruel things yet learned what fire can really mean from the masters but is still selfish and also wants seconds out of his self made grief despite taking the first plates from others and cant even bring himself to care, his manipulative side that earned him a reputation in the snake nest that is definitely the fire nation nobility and court, his hypocritical side that hates azula for the same reasons he hates his brother and hates himself but somehow cant fathom correlating himself with his niece.

Hes the worst hes the best hes my favorite hes my worst enemy. when do you ever get a character as ill as iroh at irohs age??? its always the mentally ill 20 something anime dude. never the shitty old man. im so insane

#what can i do to convince you guys that on my top 5 list sokka actually places before iroh #Nothing most likely. whatever #i hope this whole essay is entirely nonsensical to you all #asks

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wyyvernn · 1 year

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A/n: eUGHHH love this man, have had a crush on him since i was 10 and ive been obsessed tracking down fics with him lately, honestly i think there arent enough 😭

Pairing: Haytham Kenway x Reader Summary: The failure of catching an assassin for information lead you and the Grand Master in the middle of the woods, trudging through the snow...with an hour to throw around the blame until you reach the nearest town.

"Look, I'm not saying it was your fault but it almost certainly was YOUR fault," you throw back over your shoulder, huffing heated breath in the chilly air.

There was a scoff behind you, among the strained huffs of an exhausted Templar Grand Master. Snow crunched like crushed glass beneath your feet, every step printing a path for your superior to follow.

"When we are negligent to acknowledge our failures and rectify them, blame becomes a far greater solution to rely on it seems," Haytham said, leaning over ever so slightly as to balance his weight through the snow.

You rolled your eyes, your lips silently mimicking his words in a mock response.

"And when you have a pompous prick as your Grand Master, abandon all hope unless you desire to be left trudging through the winter for the remainder of your shitty days."

He couldn't avoid the amused grin over his lips, he certainly picked the right companion for the mission, admiring the spunk and cheek to back talk your superior. Although, he certainly preferred to be respected and seen as a worthy leader, he knew that there was no real malice behind your words. He knew that you respected him greatly.

"In my defense," he starts, and you can see him catch up to you in the corner of your eye so that you can hear him better, "I was trying to prioritise saving your life first before our friend almost stabbed you and got away."

You pause in your tracks, turning to meet him as he stops in his. You feel...touched? You view him with suspicion as you tilt your head.

"I thought you always prioritise the mission before anything else."

When his eyes soften, you can see him void of the cold, precise Templar a moment ago.

"Would that also require you to die? What kind of leader would I be to allow that to happen?"

There's an unreadable expression present as he says that, as he clasps his hands together and folds them neatly behind his back, shoulders straight, all sophisticated and refined and so very Haytham.

You inhale, dropping your head in mild shame. He was right - you might have gotten carried away with the whole blame game. Haytham will always dedicate his life to the Templars and the mission, but what is a leader without the pack?

What is he without you?

"Sorry, sir...for blaming you and everything," you sigh, loathing how you hate guilt and how it makes you feel small, how you purposely avoid his eyes. "And also thank you, for saving my life."

"I'm glad to hear it," he hums, the corners of his lips lifting in smug satisfaction. "Well, I suppose we should be heading towards an inn otherwise we will freeze. Come along now."

And when he turns his back, you mock his words behind him again.

#Haytham Kenway x reader #Haytham Kenway #assassins creed #assassins creed 3

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dappersautismcreature · 7 months

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honestly im in a bit of a moral dilemma, cause, not to seem 'holier than thou' but i am not used to really loving villainous characters. q!bad is so so special to me and I know he can be a kind and good being, but he is also making morally reprehensible choices, but he is also possibly brain damaged, and he is grieving.

thisll be a ramble but here's some perspective on grief.

i know what grieving does to people, ive watched 14 odd young people grieve a sudden death in real time and truth is grief is messy as shit. "people handle grief in different ways" << true, all those ways are a mix of bad and good. i know people who ignored what happened and that led to others resenting them for "moving on too quick", i know people who weren't sober for a single day afterwards, i know people who went back to old shitty friends and exes, who turned to sex, who distanced themselves, who milked the death, who isolated themselves. I myself experienced psychosis and leaned on weed to get through my process. grief is one of the worst pains the average person will go through, and when its a large group grieving together? shits gonna go down.

we are reaching a point in the qsmp where most characters will have gray areas, some more dark than the others of course but I will be keeping in mind as we go forward that my favs will possibly not always be in the right. but lets give some characters some slack, and i am saying that about q!forever and q!tubbo as much as q!bad. as much as i argue for people to consider how rough q!bad has it, I am not saying he has it worse than others, it is only said in order to balance out people who think others have had it worse. i am biased, you are biased, thats part of my point.

fandoms will always argue over this kinda thing, and thats ok, to an extent. just dont let it make you mean, dont let it make you downplay bad actions, and dont let it make you be racist.

i feel like im constantly re-explaining this point but, recognize complexity, recognize that you will need to wait for things to finish, recognize humanity.

love yall, i love seeing other people's opinions, i am dedicated to not letting myself fall to personal bias

#qsmp analysis #q!badboyhalo #mushroom screams

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xplrvibes · 3 months

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dude the wig thing, while objectively hilarious, was so over the line. from recruiting people to hold him down to humiliating him in front of tradies… i noticed sam wasn’t there until the very end of the whole thing. do you think elton waited until he knew sam wasn’t going to be home to stop it? this was the video that made me peak in how uncomfortable elton made me and i had to stop watching his stuff for a minute. honestly that video in particular made me think elton really had a thing for colby. but youre right, colby puts out some magnetic energy and no one is immune 😂

its like eltons a sadist. ive seen people call him a sociopath, and while he acts like one he’s definitely just a dick. sees an opportunity for entertaining content and forces it. actually, he’d be a great reality tv producer… people crying “i dont want to do that” and then being forced to do it or endure a shitty ‘punishment’ is basically reality tv to a T.

unwillingness to set boundaries. ooh, i see that now that youve said it. definitely had people-pleaser energy. did you see that change at all when he started coming into himself? (Tats, piercings, hair, clothes…) i feel like nowadays he’d be v happy to tell someone to fk off lol

- aussie anon

I do think that the wig prank (and the Japan prank) wouldn't have gone as far as it did if Sam had been around.

Just a hunch, lol.

But yea, I just think the Elton/Colby thing is another case of Colby's inescapable magnetism going horribly awry 🤣.

I am actually one of the people who always lowkey wondered if Elton was on the spectrum of being a sociopath. I mean, nothing made the man happier than other people showing fear around him. It just always weirded me out.

I haven't watched any TFIL videos in ages but I've heard other people say he's mellowed out - and if so, good. He's rolling steadily into his mid-30's now, it's time to clam down with that behavior.

Also, he isn't hanging out with children who naively trust him to look out for them anymore, so there's that

With Colby, I think there has been some level of change, but not as much. I think he will fiercely defend friends and family, but still has some issues defending himself for whatever reason. He also seems to still have issues with not letting go of toxic people - that's one of those areas where Sam's strengths come in to balance out Colby, cause I think Sam is much better at that.

He does seem more comfortable in his skin in general, more comfortable with who he is as a person, which is good...but I think he's still non-confrontational (despite the constant club brawls lol) and way too unwilling to walk away from people he let in if they are proving they may not have been the best people to let in.

He's a work in progress, but then aren't we all? 🤣

#asks #aussie anon

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silverstonesainz · 4 months

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Am I old & senile or were post goals for fanfics on here a thing??? like “10 reblogs & 30 likes and ill post the next chapter!!!!!!!” type things??? Was that a thing??? Cuz it should be I think //

they were totally a thing. they just weren’t successful overall. most people would just stop reading or engaging, which would cause the author to lower the required stats to get the next chapter out. The ones that were success already had a massive following with tons of engagement so the requirement weren’t hard to accomplish. it caused a lot of tension between readers/authors. fanfiction.net had a whole ass war in the HP and Twilight Fandoms because of it. There were whole forums posts listing what Authors did/didn’t require interaction along with a boycott list for those that did.

As far as people not RB anymore. That’s been a problem in ever fandom on Tumblr for the 15+ years I’ve been on this site. I do think it’s become more of a notable issue because Tumblr is one of the only platforms that require a RB, because it doesn’t have an algorithm like TIKTOK or Instagram. And there have been drove of that are leave those sites and ending up here. I can always tell when a user is new because they tag EVERYTHING. Like every driver will be tagged, thinking it’s going to boost their post when all it does is get them blocked.

didn't know there was all that DRAMA over it. as a writer, it just sucks to put so much time and thought into a fanfic/edit for people to just like it and have it not circulate the community you know?? its soooo discouraging and i would say partially to blame for why im in such a rut with my writing and content creating.

i put in hours and hours into SMAUs and days to weeks on fics its insane. and then to post and see ratios like 1000 likes to 20 reblogs is so fucking discouraging. i appreciate the bare minimum interaction but also, i just expect more. and maybe that makes me a shitty person but is it so hard to hit reblog and share it with everyone else after i've put in such a huge chunk of my time to make it?? like if you can take the 2 extra minutes to reply and come into my ask box asking for another part, surely surely you can reblog it too ya know?

i realize that this might come off as selfish and whiny and ungrateful, but its how ive been feeling. im always grateful to every person who has followed and interacted with me and my work in some form or another, but i just dont think the scales are balanced tbh. does that make sense? i should stop talking

#a-nonnie

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sonicboomseason3 · 2 years

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Hi, I can relate. Just feeling down atm ): Many, many problems going on. I haven't send an ask to anyone in agessss. Hmm. I guess my question would be - what are your thoughts on the new Sonic Prime trailer? I've been a fan of Boom since it was first announced but I will always love Boom. A guy can balance multiple (yet similar) favourite shows! :)

hi, thanks for writing in!! ......why did i type that i sound like a podcaster doing a q&a session

anyway i was pretty excited to just have something after months of not getting anything, so even if it was short and still a teaser rather than an actual trailer, i really liked it!! the visuals, animation, and fight choreography are sick and i already ADORE deven mack as sonic <3 ive also always been a sucker for stories about multiple universes so im just really looking forward to prime in general

though im going to go off on a bit of a tangent here so dont read if you dont want to hear this: ive been growing weary of shadow discourse for a while but this teaser was really the catalyst to me realizing just how much i fucking hate all the arguments that surround his character! id be lying if i said that certain peoples reactions werent a major factor contributing to the already shitty week i was having. inb4 im not trying to disrespect anyone or their opinions whatever they may be so please dont take this as a personal attack but i truly despise how sonic and shadow cant fight for 5 seconds on screen (with no context!) without this widespread panic that hes just going to be a pointless rival. you know, even though he and sonic have always fought? because their personalities clash? because they have different methods of handling problems that arise? theyve BEEN fighting aklsdjflas the only time shadow fought sonic just to spite him was in boom and boom!shadow does not count. say what you want about boom!shadow but he does. not. count. other medias like sonic x and idw all had them fight with actual stakes involved which is perfectly fine and normal and how conflict usually works

at this point i just want sega to come out and explain their entire agenda with shadow post-06 is (as well as how they see him in comparison to everything before that) like i know thats not gonna happen and obviously it wont stop people from disagreeing with the direction theyve taken him in (and again its fine if they do), but at least everyone could finally be on the same page. because with the way things currently are, theres no way someone can give their opinion on how they perceive shadows character (no matter what it is or how much evidence they have to back it up) without being called media illiterate by people who have just as easily disputable interpretations. i personally would love to talk extensively about how i see him and explain why that is the case but i wont because i dont want annoying people setting off my anxiety by accusing me of not understanding the fictional hedgehog <333

(yes i know this applies to pretty much all of the sonic characters at this point but shadows the big one and also relevant dont @ me)

#sonic prime #.sbs3 #i cant be the only one who feels this way right.#its not even about whether i agree or disagree with so and so its just ANNOYING #also who knows people may already think i dont understand the fictional hedgehog simply because of my boom!shadow stan energy #mailbox #Anonymous #not boom

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khodorkovskaya · 1 year

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12.01.23

sooo a lot of confusing things happened.

i went to see puss in boots yesterday and the hype is so worth it! im obsessed! it was so good!!!

and guess who i invited to the cinema with me...............

yeah, i know, i don't understand either. i texted him when i was on the train from luzern and he said yes. and so we went together.

(i was being weird on the phone with my parents about it so now they think that i have a secret lover lol. like idk i just can't lie to my parents so when they asked me who i went to the cinema with i was like "nobody!!!!" and it sounded very sspicious. so yeah, they believe that im seeing someone new now. but no lol. im just back on my bs.)

after the film we decided to go get a drink (i had green tea) and we had a very strange conversation. i told him about the books ive been reading and how im slowly making my way through kundera's "immortality" but i don't understand any of it. and then we talked about immortality (bc it was also a theme in puss in boots!) in relation to fame and who gets to be famous and who will always be left in the shadows. and then we said something along the lines of "extraordinary people get to be famous and normal people don't". and then i started telling him about how i think that it didn't work out between us bc we're not normal and we need normality to balance things out.

he said that his first relationship was with a normal person and, even though she was amazing, the relationship was boring. and he said that when he realised that i was crazy he found it charming. and it made me blush.

but anyway i started telling him about my zurich friend and my normal boyfriend fantasy and how i just want to fall in love with a normal person and be normal and hold hands. and he said that my zurich friend is very far from normal and how what we had was actually a normal relationship and i was too spoiled to realise it. he predicts that im gonna realise it in the future bc im gonna meet a lot of shitty guys and regret leaving him. but it will be a good learning experience for me.

and yeah he said that im not making sense and im speaking nonsense. and i think he's right bc ever since i isolated myself from society ive just been a bit insane. like im slowly descending into madness which i think is good for me bc i really need to think and analyse things. but at the same time ive become detached from reality. and now i have all these theories about wanting a normal boyfriend and hating the balkans.

then okay girlies bear with me... i missed my last tram and..... slept over at his place... yikes, i know i know.... but he promised we were gonna sleep in different beds (spoiler: we didn't) and we were just gonna drink tea and chat (spoiler: we didn't just drink tea and chat). and uhh im not gonna go into the details but i didn't feel really good. i just felt like... annoyed i guess is the best word to describe it.

i asked him if we could be friends bc i really want to be friends with him. i want to see his future spouse and kids and i want him to see mine. and i want us to be best friends until we die. but he said that if it's definitely over between us as a couple, we're not gonna see each other again. and it made me sad. why so harsh? why can't we just admit that it doesn't work and stay friends? he wouldn't give me an answer.

this morning we talked a bit more about our relationship and normality and stuff. and he said that in order to be a better and more mature person and actually learn from the past, i need to face my fears and confront him. and we can try to be bf/gf again but make an effort this time. and if it doesn't work, at least we would've tried.

so i was thinking about that for the whole day today. weighing the pros and cons and trying to understand what is "délire" and what is actually reasonable. i feel like im missing something in my brain, i swear. why do i never know what's right and wrong? what do i want and what do i not want? i feel like im disabled or something idk.

and then all of a sudden my dad (who i haven't heard from in a while) messages me like "call me now". he's in india now and i thought it was something urgent. so i called him. and the call lasted only 10 minutes (usually he goes on and on about conspiracy theories for like an hour). and this is what he said:

"you need to get back together with B!!! he's a good man. and it's rare in our day and age. there's a slavic genocide going on. and you guys have a problem with homosexuals in europe. and B represents gender values and he's a real man, which is so rare! sure, nobody's perfect i mean look at me. but B has more pros than cons. sure he's lazy, maybe he even goes to see other hoes from time to time. but nobody is perfect and your clock is ticking. you're 23 and healthy, it's the best time to have a child! if you're still unmarried at 30, people are gonna look at you weird. marriage is a status symbol, you know, it doesn't mean anything. you can get divorced. but being divorced at 30 is so much better than never having been married. it shows that you're a serious woman. and you should try to get back with him. organise a theatrical performance or something, i don't know. and tell him that the wedding's in may so he will be keeping busy organising everything. it's better to do things you regret, than regretting not doing things. okay bye!"

what the fuck.

#he's the one who was being racist towards B after we broke up #saying that it didn't work out bc of his ethnicity #and now #???#january

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mugenloopdalove · 5 months

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oh nice, you probably have a good idea what it's like then. sometimes i feel bad for the people just getting into overnight work because you really don't know what it's like until you're on shift. anyways, you probably know this stuff already but the best advice i can give is that, like, sometimes you're going to have to force yourself to go outside and touch grass. not in the tumblr way, but in the "i accidentally haven't seen the sun in 3 days and now my brain is melting" kind of way. basically, even if you think you don't need it, you need to see the light of day every few days or your brain turns to soup. and if your brain starts to feel like it's on fire, it's probably time to go sit in the sun for a few hours.

some other things i've noticed/tips: overnight work can get really boring, so i started playing a bunch of games that scratch my brain but are short. i think idol games are probably good for this but i personally took up word games, crosswords, and solitaire. it also helps me to keep a list of things to do when i get bored out of my mind on shift. loneliness is also a really big problem for overnight workers, so i recommend finding something in your off time where you're seeing people face to face. i volunteer, but sometimes i just wander around main st of my town so i can see people in real life, even if i don't talk to them. i've found that a lot of little things like that help, even if i don't think they will.

i also want to say that balancing time can be a nightmare in a way that day shift workers don't understand. having all of your 'personal time' before work can actually really suck, so please make sure to build in at least an hour of downtime before you go to bed after shift. going to bed directly after work sucks in so many ways. people are also gonna be shitty about it, particular people you make appointments with or talk to on the phone. i had to record a very blunt phone message saying not to call me before 1 pm because my family was giving me so much shit about not being up in the mornings. it was a little rudely worded, but it worked. i recommend just being firm with anyone who tries to say anything (ie "I won't be there, it's before my wake up time, that's final")

that's all i got for now (actually about to get off of my shift rn l o l) but i really wish you the best of luck. i think of you as a friend even though we don't talk much and i hope this works for you. i hope you're able to get this job if you want it and i hope working overnights works out for you if that's what you'd like to do. (also i know you have kitties so pls give one a pat from me, your strange rambly anon? ty)

OH YEAH FOR SURE, i had a bit of whiplash when i first started even tho ive always been the kind of person that stays up til the sun is up lol. and my husband was the same (it was even worse for them bc they used to be more of a morning person before starting overnight and literally went from working 6:30am-6:30pm to doing the opposite)

YEP i struggle w this anyway and my husband drags me places so i can get out. my husband themself goes on hikes w our dog sometimes, i dont rlly think i could manage that bc walking hard but maybe if i brought my cane and we found some short trails :) but even just like. going to the store while its still light out would probably work (even though thats near impossible this time of year. love winter but why do they turn off the lights so early)

oh yeah, when i worked overnight i was usually like, playin lil puzzle games and stuff, or reading. i got a LOT of reading done back then. this job is kind of a cleaning job from what i can tell so i might not have time for that kind of stuff, but who knows, ill probably have some downtime. it also sounds like ill have coworkers but i def felt the loneliness when i was at the gas station. luckily my brother was enough and im sure my husband will be, and i know ill at the very least have a supervisor (my husband is lucky they have lots of coworkers, many of wish they consider friends on their shift lol)

yeah, hubby sometimes goes to bed right after if theyre like. on their 3rd shift in a row, but they usually make time to chat. i usually would stay up and scroll tumblr for a bit after work, i can't sleep right after work either unless im just TIRED tired.

OH DONT GET ME STARTED ON PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTANDING YOURE NOT AVAILABLE DURING THE DAY i think my PARENTS would at least know because theyre used to it from me working overnight a year+ when i lived there, and my brother doing overnight work as well, but like. in general my husband has such a hard time getting people, their parents included, to understand "hey i am not available during the day" (but since when did my in laws understand a fuckin thing in the world)

thank you very much!!! i hope u have a good shift friend ^^

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we-are-inevitable · 2 years

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Being the self-proclaimed Davey expert that you are do you have any Parent!Javey headcanons?

ohohoho do i EVER not have parent javey headcanons

okay so my FAVORITE trope: single dad Jack meeting and falling for Davey, who has no children.

i like it when they're pretty young; teen dad!Jack is also a personal favorite, so jack having a 5 year old at the age of 22/23 is standard for me.

ive also talked about this EXTENSIVELY with @tarantulas4davey; love you chandler <33

anyway, regardless of the backstory, i feel like the usual thing is Jack being the goofy fun dad and Davey being the serious one, but personally i just ,, think it would be the opposite? kind of?

hear me out: Jack had a rough childhood. this is canon, and i like to play around with reasons for it- family death, parent in prison, death of both parents, jack in juvie, etc.- but i feel like no matter what, his own shitty childhood would make him hypervigilant about his parenting style.

he WANTS to be the "fun dad", but he's paranoid that he's either not good enough or that his child will get hurt, and sometimes- not all the time- this manifests into a somewhat overbearing attitude.

Davey, on the other hand, is a product of an overbearing attitude like that. he adores his family, he really does, and his parents are the kindest people on the planet, but they can be a lot sometimes. they don't really get the balance between being friends with your kids and actually parenting; they stick to the strictly "parents" side and, because of this, david doesn't have the best relationship with them until he's an adult himself. their relationship isn't bad by any means growing up, though; it's just hard to relate to them.

therefore: Davey makes a conscious decision to be the "fun" parent. it's a lot of work, because he's naturally more introverted, but Dad!Davey is spontaneous and exciting and down for anything, really. not to day he can't be serious, because he can, but he grew up with seriousness 24/7 and wants his (step)children to have a fun, happy childhood.

basically, Jack and David want one thing: to give their child the childhood they never had. Jack never had a stable, serious environment, and David never had the chance to be a kid, make mistakes, and have fun. they balance each other our perfectly.

some more miscellaneous thoughts:

neither of them are "dad"! my hc for Jack is that he's latino, so he's either Papá or Papí- either one works for him. Davey is Aba, bc it's Hebrew for father (at least, that's what it sounds like orally; the Jewish members of my family always call their father Aba, so this might not be a universal thing, but i digress)!!

they're very frank and upfront about everything: medical history, mental health issues they struggle with, financial things; all in a very age appropriate manner, of course, but as their kid grows older, theres a shift from:

"Papí's just feeling sad today. Sometimes being sad can feel really big, okay? Big sad days like this don't really last long. I'll be okay, mija."

to:

"My doctor put me on medication for my depression last week. I'm okay, but, baby, if you ever feel like medication is something you want to consider, don't hesitate to tell me or Aba, okay? There's nothing shameful about it. We're both here for you, mi vida. Promise."

they're just so open about Everything bc they know that it's a surefire way to teach 1) open communication 2) healthy boundaries and 3) bodily autonomy

they really are the best dads they can be. they may not be perfect, but their children are loved. they really do raise emotionally intelligent little humans !! it's crazy !!

thank you so much for this ask !!!

#ask a jac !#javid #javey #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #newsies musical #jac's headcanons

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deathbymeow · 2 years

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Tempting Fate with a Pixie

This is for @boldlyanxious @ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole @izanae @mochegato @ktreereads and LeoLeonte

This may have been a weird and shitty year but I'm glad to have met you all and your talent is a blessing to the Maribat fandom 😘 💜

How did Jason get himself into this situation you may ask? Jason was smart, he was a strategizer, he’d been a mob boss for crying out loud and he had no problem with saying no to people. Even to his oldest brother with his hopeless puppy dog eyes. So how the ever-living f!#k did he get talked into babysitting one of Dick’s friends while he went away?

And to make matters worse, Jason was totally not crushing on his brother’s friend. Nope. No. Not gonna happen. Totally wouldn’t go there. So what if she was extremely attractive, that wasn’t even the best part about her.

She was a little firecracker, always spoke her mind and never backed down. It drove him crazy and frustrated the shit out of him, but f!#k did it do things to him. She could be yelling at him and all he could think about was grabbing her and shoving his tongue in her mouth. Dick would kill him, hell she’d probably kill him. It was a bad idea, but Jason lived for chaos and this woman was the walking embodiment of chaos.

It had only been three weeks into the living arrangement and Jason was starting to wonder if he was going crazy or if he was living with an actual pixie. Things kept mysteriously breaking or disappearing only to turn up in the most random places.

Like his guns for example. They should have been well hidden, but he’d come out to grab a drink and found then in the fridge, then they turned up in the fruit bowl two days later. But that was only the beginning of it.

He was in the shower after a rough night’s sleep, when he reached out to grab his shampoo bottle his hand was met with cold metal. Confused he rubbed the water from his eyes to investigate only to find his precious gun balancing on the shelf next to said shampoo bottle. Grumbling “it’s too early for this shit” he finished up in the shower in a worse mood than before. When he got out, he grabbed a fresh folded towel off the shelf only for his other gun to land on the bathroom floor with a loud bang. At that point he’d yelled a long list of profanities forgetting he wasn’t the only one in the apartment. Marinette’s worried voice had come through the door asking if he was ok. He’d answered with a “yeah just stubbed my toe”.

Each time he found his guns somewhere they shouldn’t be was a near miss of Marinette finding them. He wanted to ask her but then he’d have to admit to keeping guns in the apartment and try to explain why he had them in the first place.

Jason’s jacket, keys and wallet were also victims of the mysterious prankster and were never found where he left them. Alarms on his phone would go off at random times of the night and ring tones were changed to ridiculous song. Trying to explain to Marinette why I’m a barbie girl started playing when Bruce called him was embarrassing, but he had to admit her giggles were adorable and made it worth it. He was really starting to wonder if he was losing it or if the apartment might be haunted.

But let’s back up a bit and find out just how Jason got himself into this mess.

>:<

Jason had only been back in the country for an hour when Dick started to blow up his phone. It wasn’t unusual when he’d been off the grid for there to be a back log of messages, but his family should have known not to bother him until he contacted them.

When Jason finally met with Dick, Dick begged Jason to help him out. He’d explained a friend of his had moved to the states from Paris and he’d offered up the spare room in his Gotham apartment. Dick hardly used the apartment but planned on staying in Gotham until his friend was settled in and more familiar with the city. He was worried the friend was going into get themselves in trouble.

Unfortunately, Justice League business came up and he had to go away for an unknown amount of time. That’s where Jason came in. Dick wanted Jason to move into the apartment so his friend wouldn’t be alone, and Jason could also show them around the city while protecting them from any unwanted attention.

Jason knew he should have said no especially when he found out he was Dick’s last choice, but he owed Dick a favour after losing a bet. Jason had been living out of one of the safehouses while he was looking for a new place, so he thought why not. He could live rent free for a few weeks and look for a new apartment in the meantime.

How hard could it be? Sure, some of Dick’s friends were a little to straight edged for Jason’s liking, but he was sure he could put up with the guy for a few weeks right?

As soon as Jason met the friend, he knew he was in trouble. It was an instant attraction. Even dressed in an oversized t-shirt and tights with messy hair from unpacking she looked stunning. He internally cursed Dick for not mentioning his friend was a petite French woman with a smile that could bring greater men to their knees. And don’t get him started on those blue bell eyes.

He’d reached out to shake her hand, but she went up on her tippytoes and kissed both his cheeks. Now Jason was no stranger to attention from both genders and he’d never been one to get flustered, normally he oozed confidence, but this woman had him lost for words and blushing like a pre-pubescent schoolboy.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Dick, who gave him some type of shovel talk before he left.

“I don’t care if you’re my brother Jason. You don’t touch her. Do you understand?”

“What do you take me for, Dickhead? Don’t forget I’m doing you a favour.”

“Yeah, I know Littlewing, but I saw the way you looked at her. I’m trusting you. Just promise me, ok?”

“So, you like her huh?”

“No, no not like that. More like another sibling.”

“Whatever, she’s not my type anyway.”

“Trust me, she’s everybody’s type, that’s why she needs protection.”

“What the fucks that meant to mean?”

“You’ll work it out. I gotta go.”

It didn’t take Jason long to work out what Dick meant. Wherever they went people were drawn to her. Her smile could light up a room and that was like putting a target on your back in Gotham. Men and woman alike hit on her, and Jason felt his jealousy flair every time.

Marinette tried to lose him on more than one occasion and came close several times. It didn’t take her long to figure out Dick had asked him to look after her. She was furious and it ended up in a heated argument where Jason learned a few new words in French. She’d locked herself away in her room all day. Jason tried to apologise through the door, but it went unanswered.

At 8pm Marinette’s bedroom door opened, and she sauntered into the living room dressed to kill Jason’s promise to Dick. Going by her outfit she was trying to prove a point. What that point was Jason hadn’t worked out yet, but it was sure as hell distracting.

The design student seemed to have skimped on material for her latest outfit. The red satin slip dress barely covered what it had to. It skimmed the tops of her thighs and sat low on her perky chest. Jason tried not to let his eyes linger on the way the satin pulled across her breasts when she moved. The little minx wasn’t wearing a bra. Yep, clearly trying to kill him.

“You’re not going out in that.” Jason grumbles throwing his book onto the table.

“Oh sorry, did I ask you?” She asked cocking her hip to the side and raising a perfect eyebrow at him.

“Come on Pixie I know you’re shitty at me because Dick asked me to look out for you but isn’t this a bit much?” He motioned to her dress.

“What, you don’t like it?” She smirked and took a step closer to him.

“That ain’t the problem. This is Gotham. You don’t want the type of attention that dress will get you.” He was struggling to keep his eyes on her pretty face, and he heard her snicker when they momentarily dropped back to her chest.

She took another step towards him with a cat like grin on her pretty face. “And what type of attention will it get from you?”

He swallowed thickly while trying to say anything but what was on his mind. Before he could answer a loud bang came from the bathroom. His instinct was to reach for his gun, but Dick made him promise to keep them out of sight. Instead, he grabbed Marinette’s sewing scissors from the table. “Stay here.” He ordered missing how she rolled her eyes.

The bathroom was empty, the only thing out of place was Jason’s aftershave that he’d neglected to put away. It now lay broken on the ground. Jason was left scratching his head as to how it had mysteriously fallen.

He scooped the broken glass into the bin and grabbed a towel to clean the rest of the mess up. When he walked back into the living room Marinette was nowhere in sight. “Oh hell no. Why’s this shit always happen to me?” He growled grabbing his jacket and keys before storming out the door.

Three hours later Jason walked back into Dick’s apartment hoping Marinette had safely made her way home. He’d been unable to find her. At first he’d been pissed off but now he was starting to worry. He checked every room but no Marinette. He was just about to go back out when he heard the front door shut.

Jason rushed to the entrance hall and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Marinette standing in the hallway. His eyes travelled over her outfit. She still wore the questionable red dress but the way she styled it took the sex kitten edge off it and brought it back to adorably cute. Black combat boots with black knee-high socks and a black long-sleeved top under the dress gave it a nineties feel. The dress was still short, but she wore a long lose fitting jacket over it. How she’d changed in the short time he was in the bathroom he had no idea, he was just glad there was more to her outfit as he previously thought.

“Where the hell were you? I’ve been out for the last three hours looking for you.”

“Not that it’s any of your business but I had a meeting with a client, and I didn’t need you scaring them off.” She took the jacket off and hung it on the hook by the door. Jason didn’t miss the way the dress lifted when she stretched her hands over her head.

“A client?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, a client. You remember design student and successful business owner.” She waved her hands over herself. “Not to be mistaken for an escort. This isn’t a pretty woman re-enactment here hot stuff.” She scoffed walking over to where he was standing and looking up at him with her hands firmly placed on her hips.

“Right no, no I knew that. That’s a good movie thought, we should umm watch it sometime.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled down at her forgetting for a moment why he was angry at her. “I could have come with you Pix. I know you think you don’t need me but it’s not a safe place, especially at night.”

“I’m twenty-one Jason. I don’t need a babysitter. I can look after myself. I’ve been here three weeks, and this was the first time I’ve been out without you following me around.”

“Hey I’m great company.” Jason mumbled crossing his arms.

“If that helps you sleep at night.” She poked his chest. “Don’t you have work or something?”

“Nar, I’ve got a few weeks off so I’m all yours.” He playfully winked at her and ruffled her hair.

“What did I do in a past life to get so lucky that I get the exclusive Jason Todd to chaperon me around?”

“Must have been something pretty spectacular cause I don’t offer this service to just anyone Pix. Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet, did you have something in mind?”

“How bout we order pizza and watch a movie? I’ll let you pick. Think of it as a peace offering.”

“Can I get pineapple on the pizza?”

“You’re killin me Pix, but if it makes you happy, I’ll allow it but don’t tell anyone.”

“Fine, I’ll go get changed while you order.”

An hour later the two were full of pizza and curled up on the couch together. It wasn’t a small couch by far, but Marinette had sat right next to him, and it hadn’t taken her long to curl her feet under herself and rest her head on his shoulder. Jason looked down at her and smiled. He hardly knew her but already he felt completely at ease with her. Her warmth stirred something in him, and he realized he’d been avoiding physical contact, too afraid to open up to anyone who might see him for who he truly was. Strangely he wasn’t scared of Marinette finding out all his secrets, not that he would admit that to anyone, himself included.

Jason couldn’t ignore her petite body pressed against his side anymore and he wrapped his arm around her. He expected her to move away or voice her discomfort but instead she snuggled further into his side and mumbled something that sounded like “mmm so warm”.

They stayed like that until the movie took a turn for the worst and they started to playfully banter about the awful plot. Marinette slapped his stomach when she disagreed on something, and he retaliated by tickling her ribs where his hand was resting.

It all started out very innocently. Marinette turned the tables on him and quickly found out that even the toughest of guys could be ticklish. She was having trouble controlling her laughter as he squirmed and begged her to stop. He finally grabbed her hands and pined her to the couch. She was left staring up into his pretty aqua eyes while he held her hands above her head. His body was pressed up against hers and his eyes flickered to her lips then back to her eyes.

The movement wasn’t lost on her and she leaned up to meet his lips. Just before their lips met there was a loud bang and the lightbulb in the lamp shattered. Jason jumped off the couch and took a defensive stance infront of Marinette.

Once they worked out what had happened, they cleaned up the mess in silence. Jason was internally freaking out. What was he doing? Dick had told him she was off limits. Maybe that’s the only reason he wanted her so bad. Was his mind really that fucked up that he only wanted what he couldn’t have? He decided then and there to distance himself from her.

Marinette tried to talk to him, but he excused himself and headed to bed. That didn’t mean he got any sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she felt under him. How her eyes bore into his and how perfect her lips were. How the fuck was he going to get through this. He reminded himself he had no choice. He could do this, he had god damn assassin training and if worse came to worse cold showers were always an option.

Over the next week Jason distanced himself from the temptress. He’d seen her on more than one occasion walking from the bathroom to her bedroom in nothing but a towel. Then there was the cute dancing in the kitchen when she was cooking oblivious to him watching her. Short sleep shorts and a cute crop top that she conveniently forgot to wear a bra under became lounge wear. He didn’t know if it was on purpose, but it was killing him and all he could think about was kissing her and running his hands over her soft skin. Even his dreams weren’t safe.

He was running out of excuses to avoid conversations with her. He hated the hurt look that crossed her face when he didn’t seem to care that she was going out. She even asked if he wanted to come, he refused and told her to have fun.

There was no way he would let her go out in Gotham unprotected he just didn’t want her to know that. So, he’d taken to shadowing her from a distance and took to the roof tops. Now that she thought she was alone he was surprised at the people she was meeting up with.

Monday it was Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn for lunch in the gardens. Tuesday an afternoon coffee date with Conner who seemed too friendly for Jason’s liking. Wednesday breakfast with Diana aka Wonder Woman. Thursday was a meeting at WE with his own brother Tim and Lucius Fox.

Jason was left wondering what the hell was going on. If that wasn’t enough Friday’s lunch date was the last straw.

He’d watched from the rooftop across the road wishing he could hear what was being said. Marinette was deep in a heated conversation with none other than Bruce Wayne. It started off with pleasantries. A handshake and polite but tight smiles but both parties seemed on edge. The conversation seemed calm until Bruce said something that set Marinette off. From there it seemed Marinette was giving Bruce a verbal beat down. Several times his adoptive father tried to interrupt with no success. Jason watched him deflate seemingly giving into the French woman who stood up and stormed out with her head held high.

Jason was left questioning, who the hell he was living with? What had Dick got him involved with? Who was this mysterious beauty who seemed already to some degree familiar with the people in his life? And, why did this make him want her even more?

Early Friday night there was a knock on the apartment door. Jason came out of his room to find Marinette checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. She was wearing a little black dress with red stilettos that were forever going to be etched into his brain. Her long dark hair was loosely pinned up and her lips were a deep red.

“Where are you going?” Jason asked crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

“Like you care.” Marinette answered barely looking at him as she walked to the door.

Jason was quick to move in front of her. “Who’s at the door Pix?”

“None of your business Jason. Now get out of my way.” She grabbed her jacket and bag off the hallway table. It didn’t go unnoticed by Jason that her jacket was red leather, and he took a deep breath to try and slow his racing heart.

“Like hell I’m going to let you go out with some guy who probably just wants to get into your panties.”

“Fuck you, Jason. Like you care. You’ve been avoiding me all week and I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. And for your information if someone gets into my panties, it’s because I want them too.” She leant into his space and whispered in his ear. “If I’m even wearing them in the first place.”

The combination of her words and her breath in his ear nearly drove him insane. The room was suddenly way too hot, and he was struggling to breath let alone find words for some witty come back. “You… you can’t say somethin like that to me sweetheart and then just leave.”

“Watch me. Not like you’ve given me any reason to stay.” She said reaching for the door handle.

Jason blocked her way again and opened the door first keeping her behind him.

“Oh fuck no. What the hell are you doing here Conner? You know what don’t bother answerin.” Jason slammed the door before Conner or Marinette could stop him.

“Jason this isn’t funny. Move.” Marinette hit him with her bag.

He responded by gently touching her lips and smearing her red lipstick across her cheek.

Marinette stared at him, clearly shocked at his childish act before her brain restarted and she growled at him. “You’re ridiculous Jason. What is wrong with you?”

“You had a little somthin on your lip.” He pointed at her face smirking at her frustrated pout then bopped her on the nose smearing more lipstick in the process.

“Argh… Jason.” She yelled stomping her foot in frustration.

He reached over and pulled the pins out of her hair and ruffled it making it stick up at all angles. “And in your hair too.”

“How old are you? You… you asshat. All week you’ve ignored me after you nearly kissed me and now you think someone else is interested and you… you argh.” She snarled stomping her foot again.

“Marinette are you ok? Todd open the door. I don’t want to have to explain to Dick why he needs a new door.” Conner’s voice came through the door.

“Take a hint Conner. Marinette has other plans tonight.” He took a step towards Marinette. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Why should I?” Marinette crossed her arms and turned her face away from him.

Conner banged on the door again. “Todd open the door.”

Jason ignored Conner and gently turned her face back to his. His hand lingered on her chin, and he lent down till he was only a few centimetres from her lips. “Tell me to stop then.”

Marinette dropped her bag and jacket and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to close the gap. Their lips crashed into each other ruining the rest of her lipstick that was now smeared all over Jason’s face as well.

After a few minutes they broke apart slightly breathless but still holding onto each other. Jason leant his forehead against hers and smirked at her. “So, Conner huh?”

“Not like that. Just friends.” She breathed against his lips. “He has his eyes on someone else and I’m right where I want to be.” She reached up and kissed his nose smearing more lipstick in the process. She made a mental note to buy a less messy red lipstick. Something gave her the impression she was going to need it.

Jason almost felt giddy, and his heart swelled with happiness hearing her say that. He caught her lips again and moaned into her mouth as her hands travelled under his t-shirt and over his hard stomach.

“You know I can hear what you’re doing right?” Conner yelled sounding amused now.

Marinette broke away from Jason to reply, “Sorry Conner. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You better. Be safe M. You hurt her Todd you answer to me.”

They heard Conner walking away and Marinette giggled as Jason started to kiss her neck. They blindly walked back into the living area, to busy kissing each other while their hands explored any exposed skin to know where they were going. It wasn’t until Jason’s back hit the kitchen counter that he registered where they had ended up. He grabbed her backside and lifted her up onto the bench the whole time his lips never left hers.

Marinette moaned into his mouth as his hands travelled up her smooth legs and under the hem of her dress. In one swift movement he lifted her dress over her head and threw it on the couch.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “What, didn’t you like my dress?”

“Oh no, I love your dress Pix. I just didn’t want to ruin it.” He answered smirking at her.

She nodded in agreement then tore his t-shirt off. “Only fair don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you have a good point there.” He breathed in her ear as she ran her hands over his exposed chest.

She captured his lips again and Jason happily let her tongue explore his mouth. A loud crash startled them apart. Before they could investigate water started to spray from the kitchen sink wetting both of them and the surrounding kitchen.

“The fuck is wrong with this place?” Jason yelled throwing a nearby kitchen towel over the broken tap.

Marinette was done with her meddling Kwami. She jumped of the bench and grabbed Jason’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. Who every broke it will fix it if they know what’s good for them. I hear eternity in a box with no cheese is rather boring.”

“Hang on what…”

“Long story. Not the time. Less talking more kissing Jay.” She pulled him towards her room smiling seductively.

Jason glanced back at the kitchen and saw that the water had stopped. Weird was an understatement but when he turned back to Marinette the kitchen was instantly forgotten. Her underwear was red and black with his bat symbol on the front and her bra matched with a little red version of his symbol dangling from the clasp that sat in between her perky breasts. Her hair was wet, and droplets of water were running down her toned body. “Yes ma’am, whatever you say.”

>:<

Three weeks passed since Jason gave up on his promise to Dick and he didn’t have any regrets. He didn’t know how Dick was going to take it and at this point he didn’t care. He’d never met anyone like Marinette and in a short time he couldn’t imagine his life without her. She made him feel alive in ways he’d never felt, even before he’d died.

Both of them had shared some of their darkest secrets after an accidental reveal. Turned out Marinette already knew about his alter ego. So it was only fair he got to meet the mischievous pixies kwami he’d been living with after he’d caught her climbing through the window in a skin-tight red and black bodysuit. The kinda suit only superheros or vigilantes wore. The Kwami mostly Plagg all apologized for messing with his stuff and interrupting his time with their Guardian.

The pair quickly decided with all the tragedies in their past that they didn’t want to waste time hiding anything from each other. Marinette joked about being star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, but Jason pointed out he’d already died and didn’t recommend it. Her response had surprised him. Turns out he wasn’t the only one who’d died.

It was mid-afternoon and Marinette was laying on top of Jason giggling at his rumbling stomach while he pouted at her. They’d been in the middle of preparing lunch when Jason noticed the lack of underwear underneath her skirt. It proved to be too much of a distraction for him and lunch was abandoned for other activities. They’d left a trail of clothes to the couch where they now lay naked in each other’s arms.

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s your fault we missed lunch.” He said kissing her nose.

“Nice try Jay. Not my fault if you’re too easily distracted.” She playfully pushed his face away.

“No panties is just asking for trouble Pix. It’s a known fact if one’s girlfriend doesn’t…”

“Girlfriend huh?” Marinette asked in a teasing tone raising her eyebrows at him.

Jason wanted to slap himself. What if she wasn’t ready? Her past relationship had been a rocky one and her past just as messy as his. He sat up, pulling her up with him so he could look her in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes that he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life if she let him.

“Well, I mean that’s if you want…”

Jason never got to finish off his sentence. Marinette grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He took that as a yes and wrapped his arms around her. It wasn’t until they heard the front door open that they broke apart. Jason grabbed his t-shirt from the back of the couch and pulled it over Marinette’s head in one swift movement.

He grabbed his gun from the coffee table, stood up and pointing it at the hallway where the intruder was approaching from.

“God Jason put some clothes on before Marinette sees you and I thought I told you to keep your guns hidden.” Dick grabbed Jason’s pants from the floor and threw them at him. He was thankful that Jason lowered the gun and quickly put his pants on before innocent Marinette got home.

It was at about that point he noticed female clothes scattered across the floor and a familiar head pop up with messy bed hair.

“Hey Dick. How was your trip?” Marinette asked smiling widely at him. She watched as different emotions passed over his face before he turned back to Jason who had sat back down.

“What the actual fuck Jason. What didn’t you understand about keeping it in your pants? That’s my little sister.”

“Sister?” He turned to Marinette and raised one of his eyebrows.

“Apparently what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas till the Justice League did a DNA test on me. Turns out my mum and Dick’s dad had a one-night thing when their paths crossed in Las Vegas.” She shrugged and turned back to Dick. “I’m thankful that I get the chance to get to know you, but Jason makes me happy. I know he’s your brother, so this is kinda weird but he’s not my brother.”

Jason smiled at Marinette. “My girlfriends got a point there Dickie. So this sounds like a you problem.” He grabbed Marinette’s hand and started towards her room calling over his shoulder. “And asking tiny gods to cock block me is a new low, even for you.”

Dick was left staring at the closed bedroom door where his new sister and adoptive brother had disappeared. He turned to Plagg and Tikki. “What the hell went wrong. I thought you had my back.”

Plagg shrugged. “Couldn’t argue with piggy tails sorry Grayson. She threatened the box and no cheese.”

“Ok fair point but Tikki?”

“The Guardian deserves to be happy and if that’s with Jason then so be it. Who are we to stand in the way of love?” Tikki smiled at him as she munched on a cookie.

Dick dropped his bag and flopped down onto the couch. “I knew this was a bad idea. Damn roommates to lovers is one of the strongest troupes. What was I thinking?” He mumbled running his hands down his face.

#jasonette #maribat #jason x marinette #aged up #roommates #Kwami shenanigans #mlb x dc #Close Encounters of the Roommate Kind

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docockbrainrot · 3 years

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i think i want you (to leave)

Summary: We’re all running from something. Sometimes, metaphorically. Sometimes, literally. Literally running, from the very strangely hypnotizing supervillain that seems hellbent on ruining every bit of your life he can get all eight of his limbs on.

Pairing: Doc Ock X Reader

Content: Slow Burn, NSFW eventually, 18+, Female Reader

(A/N: hey yall so this is the first fic ive written in literal years and i was going to wait to start posting it until ao3 let me in but i just kind of wanna get it rolling now so i dont just abandon it lmao. ill link it though once i make an account. song suggestion with each chapter, not always super related but a sample from my inevitable otto playlist and title was also borrowed from the oh, weatherly song of the same name. pls enjoy :3)

Chapter 1

city// dbmk

Everyone always told you it was really quite impractical to bring your car with you when you moved to New York. And while you wholeheartedly agreed- you just couldn't bear to part with her, in all her busted bumper and peeling paint glory. The old gal had gotten you from sea to shining damn sea more than once and there's memories in every stitch of her leather seating. And in all the shitty little trinkets you've collected that are shoved haphazardly across the dashboard and dangling ostentatiously from the rearview mirror that occasionally call attention from douchey cops with nothing better to do than pull someone over for 'obstructed vision'. Or maybe it was the Fuck The Police bumper sticker. Who could say.

Tonight though, is one of those nights where you wish you had scrapped her for some cash to justify refilling a Metro card.

Parking is always slippery business in this neighborhood, downtown with the streets lined with cafes and boutiques and an outrageous amount of tourism. So while you aren't surprised per say when the nearest parking spot is a solid ten minute walk from your apartment, you are still disappointed. At least it has the potential to be a nice stroll. It seems like a quiet night, with markedly less honking, road raged shouting, or various other nuisances that make living in the Big Apple so dang quirky.

A couple of sad finagling attempts at parallel parking later and your beater is sandwiched securely (maybe… maybe too securely) between a large Cadillac SUV and some kind of hideous Jeep. Throwing the gear shift into park, you sit there for a moment to just contemplate your life. And glower unhappily at the bag of groceries on the seat besides you that, well, isn't gonna bring itself inside. Sigh. Okay.

The driver's door creaks open and you gather your bag (singular. it's one bag- but you're still not happy about it) and keys and phone and- wallet? Wallet?? Oh- it's in your coat pocket. Wait- keys? Don't lock the keys in the car- okay, no you're holding them. You kick the car door closed with what you hope would look like a cool little move, had you been able to keep your balance and not trip yourself in the process. And the door bounces back open.

Scowling, you give it a good slam with your elbow and miserably lock it with the key fob. Definitely more times than necessary, the telltale chirp of the mechanism sounding off several times in rapid succession. Better safe than sorry.

It's not like it's a particularly dangerous area. Even the brunt of the superhero bullshit stays more uptown than your little nook of Manhattan and muggings are a slim to none occurrence. The people are often kind and friendly when you walk your dog around the surrounding blocks and in the past few years of having to drag your sorry ass ten blocks from your car to your building at unholy hours of the night, you've had yet to have a bad or even remotely off putting experience.

Guess everyone's luck runs out eventually.

The streets are quiet, but fairly well lit. Every once in a while you have to trek past an alley, dark and dank and unwelcoming in all senses. You don't look. There's something about peering into the darkness, the void. Ever since you were a child and long drives home through Midwestern countryside filled your evenings, you couldn't bear to glance into the woods once the sun had set. It was an unsettling sensation you could only describe as the pure fear of someone, or something, looking back at you through the unforgiving, unknown territory.

Reminded uncomfortably of this rather baseless trepidation, you slip your hand into the pocket with your keys and your fingers find the little key-chain stun-gun. Your mother insisted you have some kind of self defense on you at all times, living alone in a big city. You tried to tell her that… well… frankly the dinky little 'weapon' would hardly stand up against any of the truly terrifying creatures that skulk around the boroughs. But she probably wouldn't take that very well. She worries enough about you as it is. After every big (and small) hero versus villain clash she gets wind of from the media she's calling you to make sure you weren't thrown from a bridge or had a car dropped on you. 'Not yet, but here's hoping,' you always respond with the dry sense of humor that drives your poor mom bonkers.

Pathetic weapon in hand (though in truth… maybe it looks more like some kind of pocket vibrator- it's even pink! Come on, Mom!), you steel your nerves and doggedly avoid glancing down the alleyways despite the looming curiosity that always gnaws at your innards. It makes you feel a bit like a child that's going to get caught red handed, anxious and perturbed.

A sound comes up from behind you, at least you think it's from behind. Hasty footsteps, labored breathing. You forget all about the stupid alley and look over your shoulder. There's a man rapidly scrambling down the sidewalk towards you, looking quite like he'd had an awful day. His lab coat is dirty and his glasses are cracked and he even looks like he might be injured. He doesn't look twice at you as he pushes past.

That's when you notice… the other noise. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you don't think about it- you glance down the dark catwalk. For a moment, you see nothing. Then two glowing red pinpricks of light glare back through the gloom. Your heart seizes in your chest when two… becomes four. And that unnerving sound is getting closer- like mechanical whirring occasionally interrupted by a dull kerchunk like someone's slamming a hammer into the concrete with perfect repetition.

Lab Coat Guy doesn't make it very far. A long, metal appendage rockets out of the alleyway with a distinctive shhhnkk and it's claws hook into the back of his clothes and lift him several feet off the ground. A second figure comes into view from the shadows, shrouded with darkness as he toes the line between sidewalk and alley.

Your heart can't take this stress, really, you promised your mother your anxiety was under control. You haven't moved a muscle, frozen in place barely a few steps from where Lab Coat Guy was pleading incoherently, probably for his life, while dangling pathetically in the air. Maybe if you don't so much as breathe you'll go invisible. You feel like a rabbit cornered by a pack of feral dogs and the flight or fight instinct has securely settled on… fright.

"Honestly, David. You thought you could get away?" The voice is almost lilting with melody, gentle on the ears and pleasant. A bizarre contrast as you take in the imposing form of the man who takes the final step into the light. Supervillain, for sure. Trench coat and round sunglasses. Really? The giant robotic tentacles coming from his person aside, that is, it's a dead giveaway. You know who he is immediately, anyhow. You don't live under a rock, he's been the headline of every paper for weeks. Doc Ock, is what they've taken to calling him. Previously some kind of esteemed scientist, Otto Octavius. You really don’t keep up with this wild stuff, really. It’s just rather impossible to be totally ignorant, with the media foaming at the mouth to keep everyone informed of the ridiculous goings on of the city.

He doesn't spare you even a second glance, slowly lowering the blubbering Lab Coat Guy (David?) from his place in the air and launching him abruptly against the door of a car parked alongside the street with such force the vehicle shudders, keeping him pinned there with a claw pressing flat to his chest. Maybe it was a good thing you had to leave your car so far away… You’re pretty sure your insurance doesn’t cover comic book villain damages.

"Please, please, listen, you don't understand, I can't-" David is probably finding it hard to continue begging with the metal crushing into his chest with such force the car door is beginning to creak and crumple under the pressure. Ouch. Looks painful. You're uncomfortably aware of that fact that you could be next if you don't make a fucking run for it. But you're still shell shocked, feet locked into place and eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

"No, you listen to me, David," the good Doctor lowers his voice as he leans down so he's eye level with the terrified man, "this is your final warning. I expect results. By the end of the week. Or else."

The mechanical arm hums in a low robotic thrum as it retreats from Mr. Lab Coat's battered body. The man takes a moment to stagger to his feet, no doubt suffering from at least a few broken ribs, and he doesn't dare to look back as he hurries away as quickly as his injuries allow. He's gone around the corner of the block as quickly as he had appeared and you're uneasily aware of your current, somehow worse situation.

It's just the two of you. Alone.

#doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #fanfiction #im honestly so nervous abt posting my writing online for the first time in ages #haha #ahhh

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meruz · 3 years

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once again i am answering asks in a big compilation post. included is... gotham, patrick stump, tips about drawing backgrounds, tips about drawing in general, links to my faq, and infinity train

like.... the tv series? No... I’ve drawn dc comics fanart before, though. But it’s been years since I’ve been really into it. I like jumped ship like 10 years ago when the New 52 happened LOL.

AFJHDSLKGH I’m sorry I (probably) won’t do it again??

Actually full disclosure I have a truly cringe amount of p stump drawings/photo studies in my sketchbook right now LOL. He’s just fun to draw... hats, glasses, guitar, a good shape... but I don’t think I’ll rly post those until I can hide them in another big sketchbook pdf.. probably Jan 2022. Stay tuned........ (ominous)

(ominous preview)

These are all sort of related to backgrounds/painting so I grouped them together even though they’re pretty much entirely separate questions.... ANYWAYS

a) How is it working as a BG artist? Is it hard? What show are you drawing for?

I think you’re the first person to ever ask me about my job! Being a background artist is great. It’s definitely labor intensive but I think that could describe pretty much any art job (If something were rote or easy to automate, you wouldn’t hire an artist to do it) and I hesitate to say whether its harder or easier than any other role in the animation pipeline. Plus, so much of what truly makes a job difficult varies from one production to the next, schedule, working environment, co-workers etc. But I will say that I think while BGs are generally a lot of work on the upfront, I think they’re subject to less scrutiny/revisions than something like character/props/effects design and you don’t have to pitch them to a room like boards. So I guess it’s good if you don’t like to talk to people? LOL

A lot of my previous projects + the show I’ve worked on the longest aren’t public yet so I can’t talk about em (but I assure you if/when the news does break I won’t shut up about it). But I’m currently working on Archer Season 12 LOL. I’m like 90% sure I’m allowed to say that.

b) ~~~THANK YOU!! ~~~

c) What exactly do you like to draw most [in a background]?

@kaitomiury Lots of stuff! I really like to draw clutter! Because it’s a great opportunity for environmental storytelling and also you can be kind of messy with it because the sheer mass will supersede any details LOL.

I like to draw clouds... I like to draw grass but not trees lol,,, I like to draw anything that sells perspective really easily like tiled floors and ceilings, shelves, lamp posts on a street etc.

d) Do you have any tips on how to paint (observational)?

god there’s so much to say. painting is really a whole ass discipline like someone can paint their whole life and still discover new things about it. I guess if you’re really just starting out my best advice is that habit is more important than product. especially with traditional plein air painting, I find that the procedure of going outside and setting up your paints is almost harder than the actual painting. There’s a lot of artists who say “I want to do plein air sometime!!” and then never actually get around to doing it. A lot of people just end up working from google streetview or photos on their computer.

But going outside to paint is a really good challenge because it forces you to make and commit to lighting and composition decisions really quickly. And to work through your mistakes instead of against them via undo button.

My last tip is to check out James Gurney’s youtube channel because hes probably the best and most consistent resource on observational painting out there rn. There’s lots other artists doing the same thing (off the top of my head I know a lot of the Warrior Painters group has people regularly posting plein air stuff and lightbox expo had a Jesse Schmidt lecture abt it last year) but Gurney’s probably the most prolific poster and one of the best at explaining the more technical stuff - his books are great too.

e) Do you have tips for drawing cleanly on heavypaint?

@marigoldfool UMM LOL I LIKE ONLY USE THE FILL TOOL so maybe use the fill tool? Fill and rectangle are good for edge control as opposed to the rest of the heavy paint tools which can get sort of muddles. And also I use a stylus so maybe if you’re using your finger, find a stylus that works with your device instead. That’s all I’ve got, frankly I don’t think my drawings are particularly clean lol.

f) Tips on improving backgrounds/scenes making them more dynamic practicing etc?

Ive given some tips about backgrounds/scenes before so I’m not gonna re-tread those but here’s another thing that might be helpful...

I think a good way to approach backgrounds is to think of the specific story or even mood you want to convey with the background first. Thinking “I just need to put something behind this character” is going to lead you to drawing like... a green screen tourist photo backdrop. But if you think “I need this bg to make the characters feel small” or “I need this bg to make the world feel colorful” then it gives you requirements and cues to work off of.

If I know a character needs to feel overwhelmed and small, then I know I need to create environment elements that will cage them in and corner them. If a character needs to feel triumphant/on top of the world then I know I need to let the environment open up around them. etc. If I know my focal point/ where I want to draw attention, I can build the background around that.

Also, backgrounds like figure compositions will have focal points of their own and you can draw attention to it/ the relationship the characters have with the bg element via scale or directionality or color, any number of cues. I think of it almost as a second/third character in a scene.

Not every composition is gonna have something so obvious like this but it helps me to think about these because then the characters feel connected and integrated with the environment.

Some more general art questions

a) Do you have any process/tips to start drawing character/bodies/heads?

I tried to kind of draw something to answer this but honestly this is difficult for me to answer because I don’t think I’m that great at drawing characters LOL. Ok, I think I have two tips.

1) flip your canvas often. A lot about what makes human bodies look correct and believable is symmetry and balance. Even if someone has asymmetrical features, the body will often pull and push in a way to counterbalance it. we often have inherent biases to one side or another like dominant hands dominant eyes etc. you know how right-handed artists will often favor drawing characters facing 45 degrees facing (the artist’s) left? that’s part of it. so viewing your drawing flipped even just to evaluate it helps compensate for that bias and makes you more aware of balance.

2) draw the whole figure often. I feel like a lot of beginner artists (myself included for a long time) defer to just drawing headshots or busts because it’s easier, you dont have to think about posing limbs etc. But drawing a full body allows you to better gauge proportion, perspective, body language, everything that makes a character look believable and grounded.

Like if you (me) have that issue where you draw the head too big and then have to resize it to fit the proportions of the rest of the body, it’s probably because you (I) drew the head first and are treating the body as an afterthought/attachment. Sketching out the whole figure first or even just quick drawing guides for it will help you think of it more holistically. I learned this figure drawing in charcoal at art school LOL.

oh. third mini tip - try to draw people from life often! its the best study. if you can get into a figure drawing/nude drawing class EVEN BETTER and if you have a local college/art space/museum that hosts those for free TREASURE IT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT, that’s a huge boon that a lot of artists (me again) wish they had. though if youre not so lucky and youre sitting in a park trying to creeper draw people and they keep moving.. don’t let that stop you! that’s good practice because it’s forcing you to work fast to get the important stuff down LOL. its a challenge!

b) I’ve been pretty out of energy and have had no inspiration to draw but I have the desire to. Any advice?

Dude, take a walk or something.... Or a nap? Low energy is going to effect everything else so you gotta hit that problem at its source.

If you’re looking for inspiration though, I’d recommend stuff like watching a movie, reading a book, playing video games etc. Fill up your idea bank with content and then give yourself time/space to gestate it into new concepts. Sometimes looking at other art works but sometimes it can work against you because it’s too close.

Also something that helps me is remembering that art doesn’t always have to be groundbreaking... like it’s okay to make something shitty and stupid that you don’t post online and only show to your friend. That’s all part of the process imo. If you want to hit a home run you gotta warm up first, right? Sports.

I should probably compile everytime i give tips on stuff like this but that’s getting dangerously close to being a social media artist who makes stupid boiled down art tutorials for clout which is the last thing i want to be... the thing I want to stress is that art is a whole visual language and there are widely agreed upon rules and customs but they exist in large part to be broken. Like there's an infinite number of ways to reach an infinite number of solutions and that’s actually what makes it really cool and personal for both the artist and the viewer. So when you make work you like or you find someone else’s work you like, take a step back and ask yourself what about it speaks for you, what about it works for you, what makes it effective, how to recreate that effect and how to break that effect completely, etc. And have a good time with it or else what’s the point.

for the first 2, I direct you to my FAQ

For the last one, I don’t actually believe I’ve ever addressed artwork as insp for stories/rp but I’ll say here and now yeah go ahead! As long as you’re not making profit or taking credit for my work then I’m normally ok with it. Especially anything thats private and purely recreational, that’s generally 100% green light go. I only ask that if you post it anywhere public that you please credit me.

(and I reserve the right to ask you to take it down if I see it and don’t approve of it’s use but I think that case is pretty rare.)

a) @lemuelzero101 Thank you!!! I haven’t played Life is Strange but actually that series’ vis dev artist Edouard Caplain is one of my bigger art inspirations lately so that’s a really high compliment lol. And yeah I hope we get 5-8 too...!

b) Thank you for sticking around! I’ve been thinking about Digimon and Infinity Train in tandem lately, actually. They’re a little similar? Enter a dangerous alternate world and have wacky adventures with monsters/inanimate objects that have weird powers... there’s like weird engineers and mechanisms behind the scenes... also frontier literally starts with them getting on a train. Anyways if anyone else followed me for digimon... maybe you’d like Infinity Train? LOL

c) @king-wens-king I’M GLAD MY ART JUST HAS PINOY VIBES LOL I hope you are having a good day too :^)

a, b, c, d) yessss my Watch Infinity Train agenda is working....

e) aw thank you!! i think you should watch infinity train :)

#ask #trying this new thing where i tag people in the body of the post instead

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hivequest · 3 years

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Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

#homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #mallek adalov #friendsim #homestuck imagines #hiveswap imagines #reader insert

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ohmyword if your doing req can u pls do another fluffy, domestic one bcos honeymoon morning is some i read daily AHAH maybe like the reader gets ill and toms away or something???? pls just anything fluffy

awh thank you for being so sweet abt honeymoon morning - I do think that's one of my favourite concepts ive done!! and I hope this suits what you want, im not so sure myself but I tried :)))

summary: you try to hide being ill from Tom before he leaves but inevitably it doesn't all go to plan

warnings: mentions of being sick, I think that's all - basically just fluff

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The night hadn’t really gone typically at all. Instead of relishing the last night with Tom for a few months, your body seemed to have different plans. Hence why now you were curled up in a ball on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, while the washing machine whirred next-door in the utility room and the chemical smell of cleaning products enveloped the downstairs. At least when you were sick, you were a clean sick.

You were also a quiet sick. You had been pulled from your sleep by the uncomfortable heavy sensation from your stomach barely an hour after you’d both headed to bed. Why was beyond you - what had been important in that moment was to get away from Tom. He was flying back to set tomorrow (or given the early hours currently, lunchtime today was more appropriate) and only had a single day to settle before launching back into filming. So the poor boy was inevitably, given time zones, going to be running on poor quality plane sleep for the next couple of days - you wanted to five him a final night of peace, at least.

As a result, you’d crept downstairs and since then spent a large chunk of the night making good friends with the downstairs toilet bowl. Once you were absolutely certain there was literally nothing else in your stomach, you chucked some bleach down the loo; then stripped your *stained* pyjamas and chucked them in the washing machine; changed into some freshly washed stuff in the utility (comprising of joggers and one of Tom’s hoodies); before you could curl up in the corner of the sofa.

And that’s how you’d been for an hour or so. Still feeling grim, unable to fall asleep as much as you were trying to and generally just lying in a ball of self pity. And that was fine… until you heard the unmistakable slow padding of footsteps down the stairs.

“Love?… -hy’re you up?” His voice was drenched in sleep, making it pull on your heart strings, even before he had rounded the sofa and come into view. Dressed only in his heather grey joggers only, Tom’s curls sat ontop of his head wildly - sticking up at all ridiculous angles. And then there was his puffy eyes, barely open as he slowly processed the sight of you curled up on the sofa.

“Just couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to keep you up tossing and turning. Why are you up bub?”

“Don’t sleep good without you… you know kicking me and stealing the duvet and stuff.” Never one to maintain a level of seriousness and ‘soppiness’ - it was instantly turned back to the typical relationship of the two of you. While rolling your eyes, you still chuckled at him in the low light of the TV. Tom took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the sofa, sitting so he was grinning loopily down at you. “You fancied putting a wash on too?”

“...I don’t know just trying to be productive?” He was catching on, he was suspicious. You could tell. His eyebrows furrowed together and he delicately hovered the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling the undeniable heat radiate into his skin.

“And bleach?”

“Toilet needed doing anyway.” You mumbled, head turning to stare back at the TV- knowing his eyes were piercing into your soul. He sighed, in your peripheries you could see him shaking his head in slight frustration, as his hand reached for yours, giving it a squeeze.

“You’re ill aren’t you?”

“I’m alright-“ he cut you off with a low warning of your name, making you cower slightly because he’d caught you in a lie. “I threw up a couple times but now I just feel a bit ‘eugh’”. That was, to be fair, a completely truthful description of your evening and current situation. Maybe not put most eloquently but Tom definitely got the messsage, somehow reading your mind by lightly massaging your abdomen with his hand that wasn’t clasped with yours.

“Come on... let’s get you back to bed.” As much as you wanted to argue with him, it was clear any attempt would be futile. One of things you love so much about Tom is how fiercely protective he is of those dear to him. His circles progressively shrunk as he learnt who he could trust and who ... well he couldn’t. The culling had left a handful of people who were almost central to Tom’s life - somehow you’d managed to wangle your way into these select few too.

So no, there was not point arguing or suggesting he puts his own welfare first.

After putting you back int the double bed, Tom had disappeared for 10 minutes or so, when he reinterred the room it was clear he’d been busy. His tongue was stuck out in focus as he tried to balance different mugs and plates on a tray to you. Even if you felt shitty, for a moment by just seeing how far this guy had gone for you - you’d never felt better.

“Okay there’s some lemsip with honey to settle your stomach, water and a slice of toast just because you should probably see if you can keep something down.”

“You really are the sweetest.”

“And you’re the illest so get drinking love.” He laughed softly in the yellow glow of the bedside lamps that illuminated the room. It highlighted his prominent jaw line and the way his eyes crinkled in the corners and given your slightly off state, you might’ve spent a bit too long ogling at the man cosied up next to you. Never would there be a time you weren’t grateful for him.

Turns out you couldn’t keep the toast down but the experience was somewhat less horrific - this time you were spilling your guts out into your ensuite, while Tom held your hair and rubbed your back. Eventually things settled, allowing The two of you nestle back into bed, Tom wrapping his arms round your stomach to lightly trace random patterns on the skin underneath your hoodie - as you nestled back into his chest more.

“I really love you Tom”

“Love you darling, now get some rest and shout if you need anything.” You hummed lightly, almost letting go to sleep now your felt a bit less like your intenpstines were wringing themselves together. But not quite.

“I’m gonna miss you and your stupid face.”

“We can talk about that when your better” It was as if Tom thought whispering and drawing circles on your stomach was going to deafen you to his words. Yes your stomach wasn’t having a lot of fun and you were tired - but you were not deaf. It was oh so predictable too, he loved to be absolutely ridiculous. Indignantly you huffed, rolling over and eyeing him intently.

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Just…. Just if your sick you shouldn’t be on your own. I could always just-“

“No no you couldn’t. You and me both know for a fact you do have a choice and even if you did it be pissing off a hell of a lot of people.” He pouted, you could tell even in the darkness of the night.

“I hate having to leave you though, especially like this.”

“Yes but you love your work too. I’ll be here when you get back… maybe just with a bit less intestines.” Laughing at that, Tom pulled you onto his chest, pressing his tips to the crown of your head as your burrowed into his side.

It can’t have taken more than 5 seconds for you to fall asleep, exhausted from the illness, the stupid time in the morning and maybe slightly for dealing with Toms idiocy.

You were awoken in the morning to Tom stroking your hair gently, all dressed and ready for his flight - but still finding the time to fuss over you and wanting to say a proper goodbye. After practically ordering his to leave… you best believe he dropped in the fact he’d got both Sam and Harry to come round as your babysitter.

He was an idiot. But he was your kind, caring , beautiful and loving idiot.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland angst

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