#neither work or people is satisfying for long so I'll go with the one that gets me money
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iii. SUIT & TIE
word count: 1,300~
x: Somehow a lot easier to write, so I was able to get this entire part written in a night and some change. Came out sooner than expected as well. Don't get comfortable too long, cause I got some plans for these characters aaaand some tea *clacks fan* 🧐
content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, 18+, MDNI... please, oral ( f receiving)
“Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.
“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”
“Yes,” you moaned weakly.
“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”
Roman wasted no time diving into your dripping heat. You sharply inhaled as Roman’s tongue explored your folds. His eyes lingered on you. He wanted to see how you react when he touches you. He wanted to see how good he can make you feel. He wanted to see how your eyes roll back when you cum on his tongue. He barely knew you, and he was never one to attach to people so quickly. But you were so magnetizing. Your presence, how you hold yourself, that attitude of yours, how you melt in his hands. It left him wanting more. Which led him to the position that he’s in right now. Between your legs while indulging himself in your sweet juices.
Your hand makes its way to his head of hair, trying your best not to grab him for dear life. Your chest rises up and down from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. You’d probably never admit it even if your life was on the line, but you had never felt like this before. You’ve had your fair share of experiences, but this. Him. He made you feel so high off of pleasure. Your mind was in shambles already, and you have yet to cum. Loud moans shamelessly filled the empty space in the room. His hands wrap around your thighs to stop your thighs from shaking so intensely. He was making love to your pussy, and neither of you wanted it to stop.
The meticulous slow licks up your cunt made you lose your mind. His sudden change in pace left you whining and begging for him to go faster. He takes his time trailing wet kisses from your folds, to your clit, to your thighs, and any other place on your body that his lips could reach. You finally get a clear glimpse of his face. Still absurdly handsome, but now, his lower face is soaked in your wetness. “That pussy got me drenched baby.” His irresistible teasing had you rolling your eyes and dismissively waving him off, giving him somewhat of an attitude. But inside, you knew you were melting at his words. Taking the little summation of common sense you had, you retaliated. “Is that supposed to be a problem? This ain’t no average pussy Mr. Reigns.”
“Damn right this ain’t no regular pussy,” He moans before delving into your core once more. “Good ass pussy.”
The ruthless cycle of licking and sucking made your whole body shake. Your needy and eager praises made him smirk, encouraging him to keep going. He no longer wanted to toy with you, he wanted to make you cum. Work you up, just to be the one that sees you come down from your high feeling satisfied and taken care of. That familiar feeling came faster than you expected. You would’ve tried your best to hold it off, but considering how good you felt, you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Needed to. Your hands push at his head while you weakly warn him that you're close. He didn’t budge. He stubbornly sat there, lapping up every drop of your juices without a second thought. He wanted you to make a mess. He wanted you to drench his face while he licked up your release just to make you do it again. You were going to give him what he wanted, and he wasn’t leaving this dressing room without it. Your moans got louder, and your pleasure was steadily rising. You were about to explode. You weren't able to ignore this desire anymore. There was nothing more you wanted than to chase that feeling.
“Cum on my tongue, mama.”
Those 5 words were enough to send you over the edge. You unconsciously looked at him to see his reaction and you found his brown eyes locking onto yours. Neither of you backed down. He stared into your soul as he licked your pussy clean. You almost thought he was never going to move, based on the way he was eating you out. Any stray drops would land in his beard and dampen the seat. His thumbs massaged your thighs as you tried your best to calm yourself down from the mindblowing orgasm you just had. Strings of whispered curse words exited your mouth. Your hands trailed down your body to meet his and you interlaced his hands with yours. He stood up, still holding on to you, and pulled you to sit up. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. You were hoisted onto his lap and laid on his chest. You didn't take him as someone to give aftercare, but you didn’t reject the attention you were being given at the moment.
“How was that Ms. Expert?” Roman says, slowly rubbing the small of your back. You laugh into his neck and let your hands rest on his chest. You use your right hand to grab his chin and turn his face towards you. “It was good,” you say with a smile.
“I was definitely expecting you to be rougher,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably in his lap. “I will be when I fuck you. I said that I would take care of you, relieve your stress. And apparently, mama said I did a good job.” You two share smiles and laughter for a short time. You loved every second of this interaction, but something was gnawing at you. You had to ask, it was going to drive you insane if you didn't have answers.
“So is she just a temporary accessory or your bottom bitch?” You asked with curiosity in your voice. He takes a moment to analyze your question. “More like a leech,” he says dismissively. His tone conveyed that this was a topic that wasn't a big deal to him. However, you still want to know more. “Seems like you attract leeches huh?” You feel his laughter through his chest.
“Hah hah very funny,” he utters sarcastically. “What makes you say that?”
“Because my employee wants to join your roster.”
You were deep in thought. You were thinking about so many different situations and possibilities. ‘Was he just doing this because he was bored? Does he think of me like how he thinks of De’arra? Is he just taking advantage of me?’
“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath.
“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere
‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’
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Hannibal
Trigger warning for self harm.
Request is under the read more.
A:N- this is a one off, i will not be doing any other requests on this subject so please do not ask. This is not meant to romanticise or anything, I am writing from past experiences and if any of the themes in this fic are triggering, don't read it. this was requested by @melavoris . Also Thankyou for being so respectful of my boundaries when requesting this fic! 💖
Request: can you do hannibal with a reader who self harms and he sees her healing scars and what he would do.
sorry for this taking so long- I had to take a break from uni and have felt like a complete fucking failure so... anyway, time to crawl out of my self pity hole, here you go! I tried to keep it vague whilst also including the details you asked for.
Warnings: self harm(no actual scenes of this but its the theme of the fic), scars, , hurt /comfort, 18+ only thanku! Female reader.
it's an avalanche of bad luck that ends with you and hannibal in this four room motel, with only one bed of course, stranded in the middle of the country, with a storm brewing for the night.
Jack had sent the two of you to interview someone connected to the case, you and hannibal worked well together, your skills and knowledge complimented each others work.
"I don't have anything to wear" you whined at hannibal, a smirk making it's way across his face.
"I have a spare shirt you can wear" hannibal says, because of course this man keeps spare shirts in his boot.
The shirt is long enough for you to keep a little dignity at least.
"I'll take the cou- you begin to say before he cuts you off.
"No, you will not, the bed is big enough for us both, the couch is big enough for neither of us" he says, matter of factly. But he's right, you could barely sit two people on the couch let alone lie and sleep on it.
"Um, alright" you say, slightly nervous.
"it's okay y/n" , he reassures you, seeming to sense your apprehension.
By the time hannibals out the shower, you've drifted off to sleep, he chuckles quietly at the sight, one leg flung over the quilt, arm shoved under the pillow.
It's not until hannibal gets in the other side and sees the flashes of red across your thigh.
Hannibal gently tugs the quilt until its free, he puts it back over you, tucks you in softly.
The next morning, your awoken by the shower running, hannibal in nothing but a towel.
"I saved you some hot water" he smiles.
There's a bottle of antiseptic on the shower shelf, thats lucky, you thought.
Your packing up your things to finally get out of this shitty room when hannibal gently catches your arm.
"Y/n, are you alright?" He asks, his voice is comforting, soothing, laced with concern.
"Im okay" you say.
"Hm". Hannibal smiles slightly, but he's not satisfied with your response.
Hannibal cares for you, deeply. You and him are close, he hates to think of you struggling on your own.
Hannibals driving, he asks if you'd like to come over for dinner, since there's no point going back to the office this late. You agree, delighted, his cooking is something else.
You make yourself comfortable while he dots about his house.
"Here, I have something for you" hannibal says, there's that deep comforting voice again that makes you feel safe.
You eye him confused, its a rubber band.
"Some of my patients, they've said it helps, in the short term" he says, his eyes never leave yours, but there's no pity or sadness or anything at all like that.
He's holding your hand in his, his grip tight, but not hard.
"It's okay y/n" he smiles, his hand moves to your cheek.
"Thankyou" you say quietly.
Hannibal doesn't let go of you as he speaks again.
"Whatever it is, y/n, I'm here".
"There are many things to try that can help, if you like, I can work through them with you". He adds.
"we don't have to talk, not tonight, but I want you to be safe and know that I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, I'll always be here". Hannibal soothes.
"okay" you nod, as he pulls you into a hug.
He holds you tight, but softly.
"Okay" he agrees.
#hannibal x reader#hannibal lecter x reader#hannibal imagine#hannibal lecter imagine#hannibal fanfic#hannibal fanfiction#female reader#hannibal lecter fanfiction#hannibal nbc fanfiction
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Hey Doll
CisFem Reader x Thatch
CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.
tag list: @mfreedomstuff
Chapter 2: Match Book
“It seems you did a very good job, Doll.” Ralf says, flipping through the Matchbook with Mellanny while you sat across from them quietly. “He owns his own business, and even more than that, it seems it is tied in closely with other businesses owned by other members of his family.”
“Quite the network.” Mellanny hums, a satisfied smile on her lips. “We’ll be able to proceed with everything just as we planned.”
You don’t flinch at the word, but there’s a knot in your stomach you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t even seen any part of the Matchbook yet, knowing better than to even ask until someone decided to hand it over. You had no idea what your partner looked like, or even his name at this point.
Such details that were irrelevant to The Plan after all, so it wasn’t surprising that either one of your parents had made mention of either detail. As curious as you were, you managed to set it aside completely. If it wasn’t important enough for them to share it, it wasn’t important enough for you to worry about.
Besides, they didn’t control their expressions at all compared to you, so they were actually both easy to read. Neither had even flinched in disgust, so at the very least you knew that your match was conventionally attractive. Not that it truly mattered, all you really hoped for in this was someone who wouldn’t beat you, or discard you, if The Plan went awry.
If everything worked as expected, you would get to live your life quietly with someone who could recover from what would happen to them, and you’d be able to raise children just as the government wanted you to. Never to see either of your parents ever again.
Ralf finally hands over a single photo.
The man in the photo had apparently noticed his picture was being taken and had posed a little. The big toothy smile was warm, and his eyes were bright and clear. He was wearing a uniform, a crisp white uniform with a bright yellow scarf tied loosely around his neck. The impressive pompadour was a little jarring, as you’d only seen that hair style in magazines and TV shows. His goatee was neat and the crescent shaped scar around his eye was one of the last things you noticed.
He looked kind in the photo.
You wondered what you looked like in the pictures he’d receive of you. Would he see all the things your parents wanted you to show to people? Would the camera have caught a moment of some other emotion on your face? Would he consider your features pleasant, or would he resign himself to having to accept them?
He was as wealthy as your parents wanted for you, maybe he would force you to undergo surgery and change to suit his desires.
The thought didn’t bother you, and you smile warmly as you hand the picture back. It didn’t matter, you were just a doll, as long as he didn’t discard you, you wouldn’t complain.
“His name is Edward Thatch,” Mellanny explains. “His father Edward Newgate is the CEO of the shipping conglomerate. Thatch, Marco, or Izou are expected to take over the company, and all three are currently running their own businesses.”
“There’s a lot in here about being patient with the hours he keeps,” Ralf continues, as he and your mother trade and review the information in the packet. “It looks like most of the men in that family get their own place once they come of age, so you’ll be moving into his apartment during the grace period.”
“Apartment?” Mellanny bites the word off in disdain.
“Just temporary,” Ralf assures her. “With this kind of money I’m sure they’ll have a house built as part of the wedding process.”
“That will give us more opportunities, won’t it? If we incorporate the house into The Plan?”
He shakes his head. “Too risky at this stage, we could compromise everything else.”
“Eh, you’re right. The return might be too small anyway.” She mutters dismissively, shuffling another paper away. “We need to call them in the next hour.”
“Mm, we’ll give it another twenty minutes, it won’t do to seem desperate. They could call us first, and that would work out well.”
Everything always had to be just so. Considered from all angles, and all outcomes. You and your family weren’t particularly wealthy. Enough that they could dress you as they wanted, and provide the education they felt would be best, but they always wanted more. Always wanted you and The Plan to provide more.
The “more” they felt entitled to.
The “more” you deprived them of.
The “more” that would set you free of any further obligation to them. Once The Plan was done you would be clear of any debt, left to live whatever life you could make from whatever they left you with.
Which would be more than they had now, so you should be grateful. Would be grateful.
Your phone rang, and your parents’ faces lit up. Your mother let it ring a couple times, motioning you closer to it before putting it on speaker.
“H-hello?” You say, letting nervousness into your voice as was expected.
There’s a short pause on the other end. “Yes, this is Edward Thatch, is this…?” His voice is pleasant, and you can hear a shift of papers before he says your name, mispronouncing it slightly. He might be truly nervous, or simply busy and unconcerned.
“It is,” you answer, keeping your voice steady. Your mother would chide you if you were truly nervous. “I received your book earlier, I was… a little nervous about calling first.”
“Ah, haha, yeah, me too.” There’s mirth in his voice that sounds genuine, and you feel something brush against your chest, but it’s fleeting and you pay it no mind. “A proper gentleman wouldn’t keep a lovely lady waiting, so I’m glad I was able to call you, ahem, first.”
“Me too, thank you Mr. Edward.” You smile, knowing the action will change the tone of your voice and carry it through the phone for him. “I believe we need to set up our first meeting, right?”
“Yes, within forty-eight hours, I believe, and please, call me Thatch.” He agrees, and you can hear more shuffling. “I shouldn’t be at work too late tonight, is seven this evening too soon?”
You look up at your parents and they’re both giving you thumbs up.
“Not at all, it’s perfect.”
“Good, good,” you can hear the relief in his voice. He’s either very practiced at coming across exactly how he wants, or he simply isn’t hiding anything. You won’t know until you’re in the same room with him. “I can coordinate with my father and come to your house if you’re more comfortable with that, or we’re welcome to meet at my father’s house if you prefer.”
Both of your parents are pointing to the phone, and you know what they’re implying. You also didn’t need their response, there’s no way they would miss a chance to see Edward Newgate’s home in person.
“If you can provide the address, it would be easier for my parents and I to come to you and your father.” The practiced answer falls easily from your lips.
The conversation moves into something a little more logistical after that. You get the address from Thatch, and he apologizes for needing to cut the conversation short, things are busy and he wants to be sure he won’t leave you and your folks waiting for him. When you hang up the phone your parents hug one another, cheering at the success of things so far before turning to you.
“There’s plenty of time before we need to leave, get cleaned up and change into what we picked out before.” Mellanny instructs. “I’ll take care of your hair once you get dressed and we’ll go light on the makeup, just something to soften the edges. We’ll hold off on a proper seduction until we have more concrete information.”
“Yes mother.”
“It’s not wrong to wait until your wedding night,” Ralf asserts. “Don’t let him pressure you. That night will likely be our best chance, it would be preferable that he is completely distracted.”
“Yes father,” you answer, getting up and going to get ready as instructed.
You follow the steps you’ve always followed, hardly even thinking about the process consciously at this point. There were special soaps for different parts of your body. Scents here, gentle cleansing there, no risk of a blemish, no wrinkles, rashes or irritations. It was nice to at least be using the same things at this point. For a few years your mother had you switching soaps, brands, frequencies, and everything else until she was satisfied that what you were using would leave your face as flawless as possible.
Puberty had been a nightmare, and it was also when you’d really started to fall into your doll-like behavior. It had taken almost a dozen trips to the doctor’s before she was convinced there was little more to do but wait out the acne. You’d had a few prescription creams, and she consulted with the doctor over nearly three dozen over the counter options. She wanted it gone, but she was just controlled enough to not risk chemically burning your skin in the process.
You were grateful for that much, but if she had done so you wouldn’t have been part of a plan at all, never mind The Plan.
You didn’t rush, but you didn’t dawdle. If you were too fast you’d be chastised for not getting ready properly, being too slow would be much the same. Though, so close to your first meeting your parents would probably avoid risking things that could upset you.
Dressed how you were instructed, your father dried your hair carefully while your mother applied some make up. You sat still, eyes closed until instructed differently, and let them do as they pleased.
Once they were both satisfied with your appearance, it was time to go over how you were supposed to act. Your parents would do most of the talking for you, which wasn’t unheard of. First meetings were supposed to include supportive family, who were there to ease the awkwardness and tension of meeting someone for the first time.
The preference was that the Matchs’ parents would be a part of it, but sometimes a person’s family situation could create a different scenario. The only thing the law was clear about was that matches had to have their first physical meeting within 48 hours of receiving their book. Just like with you, most people did see to it within the same day.
Guided into the backseat of the car, when it was time to leave, you did little more than replay the conversation with your parents over in your head. Not so that you wouldn’t forget it, but so that any actions you took would be smooth and natural. So that anything you had to do to adjust to some unforeseeable change in The Plan would still pull back to what was required.
It was going to be a bit of a drive, but time didn’t matter to you. The clock wouldn’t begin until tonight, when The Plan would finally move from it’s preparations stage, to something more active.
After six months, or even sooner if things went well, you and your match would be married. The details didn’t matter to you, what did matter was that divorce was so rare that it was one of the most repeated statistics regarding the program. It wasn’t just a rare occurrence, but it was also very difficult to even initiate it.
So, even if The Plan happened without a hitch, the likelihood that you would be discarded afterward was low. That was your only concern, or more correctly maybe your only goal.
You didn’t want to end up back with your parents, no matter what.
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Hello! I've been reading through all your posts so far and even though I am personally an ML fan and not a salter, I love media analysis and I'm sad that there isn't much of them in the fandom. There are directions in the show that I'm not satisfied with and I'm currently working on a rewrite for a future comic.
I'm curious about your ideas and takes on how you would personally rewrite ML, right now one of my issues is figuring out how the Peacock Miraculous works bcuz of sentimonsters. How would you write them?
I'm glad that you're enjoying my stuff! I label it all as salt because - as best I can tell - this fandom defines that as anything even slightly negative, but my goal is more analysis and discussion than angry ranting. Talking about what a piece of media did wrong and how you would improve it is a fantastic way to improve your own writing. It's why I got into media analysis in the first place!
Funnily enough, I do have a massive rewrite out there somewhere on AO3, so I DO have thought about how to handle sentimonsters. Or, more specifically, I've thought about how to handle the peacock. I'll give those first, then circle back to sentis.
In my humble opinion, the idea of sentimonsters should be scrapped for the following reasons, all of which existed long before the sentitheory was even on my radar:
Sentimonsters are too derivative. They feel like akuma clones and not a unique power. You can tell that the power was only created because they wanted/needed a power that would let the peacock be used at a distance the same way the butterfly is even though no other miraculous works this way.
If you want to do a slavery plot, the kwamis are right there being enslaved. You don't need to add human-looking slaves to the mix. Especially given that many of those human-looking slaves are apparently fine to kill off? Just, the ethics around the way the show does sentimonsters will always make me feel icky. Meanwhile the kwamis don't have the awkward element of being magical constructs that were made to serve. They were a free people before the miraculous. The one way I've played with using Felix is as a kwamis freedom fighter instead of a senti one.
Sentimonsters have too nebulous of a lore. In what way are they emotions brought to life? Outside of Feast, emotions don't seem to effect them at all. Nooroo's powers feel far more emotion based than Dusuu's and it bothers me.
There's also the fact that one of the show's biggest problems is character bloat. No writer alive can write a satisfying story that features a team of 36 characters! (18 humans + 18 kwamis) This is why the kwamis act as a hive mind once Marinette becomes the Guardian. You just can't write that many characters into a scene and keep their personalities straight, so they're now a single unit even though it makes Sass and Wayzz feel out of character.
Give all of that and the way the miracle box is kinda... well, it feels a little too cultural appropriation-ish for my tastes. I won't go on a full rant here, but to give two highlights: the zodiac miraculous don't seem to have a thing to do with the real Chinese zodiac and a box based on Chinese lore would NOT use a black cat for the symbol of bad luck. Black cats being bad luck is relatively modern European lore. In other words, the Chinese stuff is just there for ascetics and not actually representative of Chinese culture, so I had no moral issues scrapping the miracle box and making a much smaller version and neither should you if you're so inclined!
The thing about lore is that it only matters as much as the show makes it matter and, outside of a few key miraculous, I really do think you can change them without most readers caring because of how little the powers actually matter to the show's lore. Like they have completely scrapped the idea of making a person match their miraculous even though that was supposedly a big thing back in season two. This is extra true because it took us so long to learn all the powers in canon, so there are a lot of fics that pre-date the canon reveal and do different things.
But if you want to keep sentimonsters to be more canon accurate, I would consider all of the following as options or things to keep in mind. Feel free to use all or none of them as I'm probably never touching this plot and, if I do, it will doubtless be different from whatever you do:
Doing something to make the difference between valid and non-valid sentimonsters abundantly clear and not just "the creator decides who is valid" OR just don't make any sentimonster valid and have Emilie have used the miraculous out of a desire to help people because she didn't know it would kill her
Have Gabriel be more conflicted about the use of sentimonsters since, you know, his kid is one and Adrien, Felix, and Kagami are the only sentimonsters he dealt with for many, many years
Consider having Nathalie make one sentimonster (maybe even present it as her own child) in order to help Gabriel so it's not a slew of akuma 2.0 on the battlefield. Instead its someone at the school looking for Ladybug and Chat Noir after the villains realize that they're teenagers. (This could be a good way to use Lila and make her powers make sense)
Redo Dusuu's Force or make the tie between sentimonsters and emotions more clear. Like Felix is made from jealousy and Adrien is made from love so that's the source of their conflict
Use Felix as a third, morally neutral party who only cares about sentimonsters and have him act toward those goals like we all thought he was going to after season five. Magneto from X-men should be your template for him not whatever canon did.
Consider letting Kagami know from the start and let her know that she and Adrien are meant to be, but she's not allowed to tell him the truth or something. If you don't go that route then, at the very least, have her finding out be a big deal for her relationship with her mother.
Go all in with Adrien's commands. Gabriel wants Adrien to date Kagami? He's going to date Kagami. None of this Y-7 undo button BS. Go big or go home.
Give the sentimonsters a way to break free. That's what the power of love is supposed to be about. You could go super cheesy with this if you combined it with Adrien's source emotion being love. The literal love child using the thing that made him to overcome what he was made to be to be what he wants to be sounds very fun to me.
Consider giving the senti kids superpowers. It's honestly kinda weird how relatively normal they are. Like, sure, Felix is supposed to be super smart, but we only know that from his Wikipedia and that's about it.
I could go on, but that's a lot, so we'll stop here. Feel free to send additional asks or message me. I have many, many thoughts about how to fix canon while trying to stay true to the core ideas of the story. Or, at least, the things I consider to be the core. I legitimately enjoy the adaption process and think the fun of fanfiction is largely trying to fit alternate takes on canon into the base framework so it still appeals to fans of the source.
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Will Smith x MC Isabella
This is just the intro to something beautiful and amazing.
Bell met Will through Gabe. She never noticed him before, and neither did he to her. She was just Isabella to everyone else, but only the most important people to her got to call her Bell. Gabe has known her and her family since they were little. She and her family moved to America when she was six, and Gabe was the only guy willing to talk to the new kid. He stuck up for her when kids would make fun of her accent or the traditional Filipino food her mom would make for her. The platonic fondness was mutual and her family was happy that she made a friend that accepted her for who she was.
Now Gabe had tried to get Bell to attend a BC game since they arrive there. He pushed her to apply so they could go to the same school (didn't take much convincing when he told her they had a good dance program and there was a little cafe near the school she could work at) and since he got the schedule for the mens hockey team he's been pushing for her to go.
"Come on Bells you've never seen me play before" Perreault would whine.
"I literally watched you play in high school" she quipped putting on her ballet shoes.
"That was high school hockey. This is COLLEGE hockey. Two different things" he said pointedly.
His whining got the best of her, and here she sits in Conte Forum, waiting for the game to start with her BC attire on. Since she started working at the cafe a few blocks from the school, she made a deal with Gabe to bring him a scone for the good seats. Of course, he obliged.
They were still practicing when she first arrived and she waited by the locker room with two warm strawberry scones waiting for him.
"HEY ISABELLA!" yelled Gabe from the other end of the hallway. He was accompanied by two other tall guys, his teammates when he saw her. He knew to call her Isabella when other people were present.
"Keep your voice down! I brought the stuff, now where are my tickets?" She asked scoping the surrounding area.
"What is this, an illegal drop-off?" asked one of the guys. The other just stood quietly, staring at Bell. Not in a creep way but a longing sort of way. His gaze then focused on the scones in her hand.
"Nah, she brings me food from that cafe near the forum. Genuine I think it's called."
I hand the scones over to Gabe and just stare awkwardly as he takes a bite and makes that satisfied sigh he always does when he eats one. The other two boys eye him, annoyed, as they want some too.
"Nope, these are mine," he couldn't get the words out before all three start fighting over the two scones.
"ALEX GIVE ME MY DAMN SCONES!"
"LEARN TO SHARE YOU PIG!"
In the end, Gabe got one and 'Alex' got the other, leaving the blonde boy looking sad. "I'll bring you one tomorrow. None for those two." she says pointing at the two boys stuffing their face.
Leaning close, she whispers, "I'll sneak you some if you want so that you don't have to fight over one."
He stiffened up when Bell got closer to him. She noticed this and was glad that he didn't move away. She also saw a red tint on the tips of his earlobes. "You don't have to do that" he muttered.
"Please. I owe it to you since I'm friends with those dummies too. I don't even know your name either. I maybe can get you a discount in the cafe."
"His names Will. Will Smith. Nowhere near as cool as the actor though" muttered Alex with a mouth full of scone.
"Well, Will, good luck at your practice, and I promise next time I see you, you will have any dessert or drink from the store. Scouts honor," says Bell, making a cross over her heart.
When she turned to walk out she didn't know the conversation that these three boys would have later in the locker room to suit up for practice.
"Hey, Isabella, your friend," said Will to Gabe sitting to his left, "the cafe, do you know her usual hours?"
"She's part time on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Times vary around her classes and dance practice-."
"When are her dance practices?"
Gabe starts to catch on to his friends questions and can't help the wolfish smile growing on his face. "You like her don't you?"
"No, she just seems cool and I want to get to know her better."
"Sure, man, sure. Just ask her next time you see her," says Gabe before walking out of the locker room to head to the ice. Will couldn't stop thinking about Bell and what he could've said to her. He could've asked her about her schedule or even her socials. Gabe's gonna be too much of an ass to tell him, so he'll have to muster up the courage next time. For now, he'll have to think about her smelling of coffee grounds and caramel and hope he doesn't bust his ass on the ice.
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Hey Neyla! I hope it’s ok that I ask but is there a brush setting you prefer on procreate? I’ve been inspired by your art for eons but I can’t comprehend photoshop. You can totally disregard this if you don’t use procreate though!
Hello! I don't know how long this message's been sitting in my inbox because i didnt check in for a while 🥺 I hope you get to see this either way!
I don't use procreate unfortunately, but I can explain the settings I use for my brushes on CSP in general, and if it works like any other art software then you should have similar settings on procreate
for sketches/linework, I will very often use an opaque & slightly textured round brush. the most important for me is for the brush to have that fuzzy sort of texture that gives the impression of using a pen/marker on paper.
note that i am actually terrible when it comes to line weight, it's definitely not something i work on a lot other than in backgrounds, so I don't actually bother too much with pen pressure settings.
the only rule I abide to is to always set the minimum value above 0 (anywhere between 20-30 is what I use). this is because when I started drawing, I used to be very heavy-handed and would wear out my pens too quickly-- so setting a minimum can help you become more aware of how hard you're pressing on your pen and make gentler strokes.
another fun little setting i use is opacity: like I said, I use opaque brushes for lines, but I like to reduce a tiny bit of opacity when brushing very lightly to give that impression of pen on paper.
There's a couple more brushes I use for coloring or rendering; the major sticking point being that I don't use pen pressure to control brush size that much. If I want to make thinner/smaller strokes, I'll simply reduce the brush size because it's easier for me to control!
(also, opacity is something I'll use a lot more when I'm working on colors)
just know that this is my way of handling it, and it may not suit your style. pen pressure may be another artist's best friend, so please make sure you try out what works best for you :)
finally, some art softwares come with stabilization. I don't use it personally, unless i'm actually trying to do really smooth curves (which is practically never). stabilization can also make CSP lag a lot with higher values and large brushes. the use of stabilization doesn't make you a bad artist or a lazy one, and not using it can make your lines look a tiny bit wobbly if you're not used to doing quick strokes. use stabilization at your own leisure!
on a different note, i know this wasn't part of the question but I'm bringing this up since it's something I tend to hear from people who say they were inspired by my art (thank you by the way🥺💕!!) : don't be misled by artstyles that "make it look easy"! my sketches may look very simple and natural because i'm more adept at bringing out the essential and discarding details in a design. this is not necessarily what you want for your art style; maybe you like drawing details a lot, maybe you prefer the lazy way out going straight to the point. neither are good or bad, only what you like to do matters.
also, if you're frustrated by your work, don't be afraid to draw over it as many times as you want, adjusting things with the lasso tool or deform if something feels off then drawing over again. sometimes you'll be satisfied with your first take, and sometimes you'll need 3 bases before its acceptable (examples below)-- it all depends on your mood, energy, motivation, desired outcome, format, or even just randomness
oh and, sometimes the best way to enjoy drawing..is to find something to obsessively draw (,:
take care!
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I am not okay.
Alright. One last ride. How do we do this?
Information that the Elder Mist probably could have just given us himself. Garl got it from a vision that Elder Mist's spring gave him. But if Elder Mist told us, then there wouldn't be a reason for Garl to use Borrowed Time.
The prophecy isn't for achieving the goal. It's for us. It's using him as a superfluous exposition vessel so that we can have one last ride with our bestie. T-T
Of course, Serai still has portals galore and we just established that she can use them to cross the globe; Between that and the Torment portal, there doesn't seem to be much limiting her in terms of size, distance, or duration. But we'll ignore that.
Maybe it's personal. For a whatever she is, asking to use her portal could be like asking someone to take their pants off. It might be a more intimate request than it seems. Who knows?
What, again? We were already so far behind on figuring this shit out that the Oracle of Tides made fun of us for it.
*sigh* We really are the remedial course of legendary super-warriors, aren't we?
Yeah, the Sky Bridge or Sky Shrine or something. I found it while I was faffing about but there wasn't anything to do there. If up is where we need to go, then that seems like our best ticket to the sky.
Is there a bridge? Is there a lever on the other side that can send over a bridge? Because one of us can portal and hit the lever, if there is. Or one of us can turn into a huge bird and hit the lever. Either way, we have options to send individual members of the group across; We's just lacking a way to get the whole group over there.
My prophecy did say I can make paths across water. That's been bugging me, since all I did was take a swing at Fleshy, then turn into a glow-ball and fly. Both satisfying experiences but neither really counts as "making paths across water".
But maybe this is my time.
The Versus community is going to lose their fucking minds.
Well, actually, they've probably already calc'd me at Solar System level via a disingenuous estimate of me moving the moon around, as if I were doing that with my bare hands.
Point is, I'm really cool and we should all shower me with praise. That's the point. I am ready to accept your praise.
Yes. Yeees. Feed the ego.
That is definitely a teleporter. We must be getting close because you don't enter the Kingdom of Zeal until the last third of the game.
I wonder what keeps these chunks of earth aloft. Is it the spiral pattern? I bet it's the spiral pattern. There's probably some kind of... inherent mysticism in....
That's stupid. I'll just ask Teaks when I get a chance.
In any case, I guess we're here to get somebody's permission to cross the Sea of Stars. Let's get to work.
I did, yes. I'm not 100% sure that Luana reincarnated into me but I'm willing to create that as dogma. Or, like, maybe I'm a timeline variant of her. I don't know, but I am eager to get that rumor started.
Also, you are way too huge. Could you. Like. Be less huge? These platforms must be tiny for a person of your size. Y'all must have incredible nimbleness to be comfortable walking around on these tiny little stepping stones.
Like mountain goats.
This inn is like a closet for you. How do you people live like this?
You have a Wheels table. How do you even see the dials? Your ridiculous size is so incongruent to the layout of your city! How did this happen!?
Alright, team. Here's the plan:
Garl's in charge. He's making the plans. I've got nothing. I barely even know what we're doing here.
The important thing is that we stay on-task so that Garl's enchantment doesn't wear off. But also that we take our sweet time carrying out our task so that we can maximize the amount of time we have left with our dear friend.
Think of this like a contract assignment with an hourly wage. As long as we're working on the job, we keep getting paid until the moment it's done. But there's no clear deadline for when that has to be, so sandbag it.
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Ok ok ONE more question abt Time Travelers Trio. Are Cavendish and Dakota still time Travelers as well at this point, or have they like retired or smth? Just curious as to what's up with them? :^D
finally going to answer this question! i have thought long and hard about it and come up with two answers: the short one and the deranged rambling one!
the short, less satisfying answer being: i think it could go either way! i really truly could see them either scrambling their way back into time traveling or finding jobs in the 21st century. Although.. i find the latter choice not quite as entertaining. So i prefer to think on the idea of them returning to time travel!
Now, The long answer:
(TLDR for it first: I think they may continue time traveling. Eventually Cavendish & Dakota start their own, rival to the time bureau, Time Traveling Agency. Whether the trio will be part of this agency is undecided but a probable yes.)
ok, so, theyre banned from time travel, full stop... But i mean, they know the guy who INVENTED it. its a silly solution, really & truly very goofy (although i think in line with the silliness of dwampyverse overall) but .. They could ask doof to make a rule that theyre allowed to continue time traveling. Total oversight by block to trap them in the century where doof invents time travel. Of course block wouldn't just Let this happen, or anything, but cartoon shenanigans ensue and im sure you can picture something sufficiently entertaining and set to the scooby-doo-door-chase song here.
The interest for me in this theory lies also in what dakota and cavendish would do up until the point where they return to time traveling! Trying to imagine them working regular jobs for like, a 10-15 year period.. i simply cannot.! The one ive found myself having the most fun thinking about is the idea of them helping out with the creation of the time machine, as well as coaching the trio on it a bit once they start testing doof's prototypes (although, theyre not the best people to ask for time traveling help i imagine HAHA). But in any case.. i also think they would change what they do with their time traveling quite a bit. I mean, neither of them WANT to do the pistachio stuff.. It's shown you can travel through time AND space, although they never leave the planet on screen (for pistachio purposes i would think). If they were in charge of their own missions, i quite think they would be doing much more exciting things! and. hopefully dying less...! CAVENDISH...
OK I SWEAR IM GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS. Because at this point i feel they are getting old and perhaps wishing to do something less dangerous.. Ok get ready for this.. This has been my favorite thing to think about today... What if they started their OWN time travel agency! A Ha! I might find this more exciting than other people, but nonetheless, i think its fitting. I mean, Block is a terrible boss. The bureau of time travel was never very kind to cav and dakota, and given that they have the resources (Doofenschmirtz! Love That Guy!) why not, right? plus, this gives the opportunity for some Secret Agency vs Secret Agency goodness. Which I always love. I only thought of this concept recently, but It's definitely my favorite of the bunch, so probably what I'll go with! Just left to decide whether the trio are part of this agency or not (probably yes).
#tttau#hi guys. feeling super normal#Can you tell ive been reading frankenstein with the commas in this... im sorry if so HLEP...#milo murphy's law#au#asks#Feel free to ask more questions!! I love to think about this au ^_^
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You know I gotta get my girl Ledo! Also Wisteria, please. I barely know her, but I love her already.
[send me a character]
Another long one!
Ledo —
Favorite thing about them: It's a hard tie between her design elements and her passion for what she cares about. I love how her design has come out, in part because of how long I've picked away at her over the years waiting for a chance to play her, and how everything fell into place with the campaign's setup, but I also love how passionate she is about things: her work, her goals, and even her problems. Coming off of playing Oriana, who has a tendency to downplay a lot of her emotions due to her anxiety, it's been a good change of pace. Ledo is pretty calm most of the time but won't hesitate to say what's on her mind if she thinks it's important.
Least favorite thing about them: She's really hard to pinpoint morally/alignment-wise. I've settled on lawful neutral, but she flip flops between wanting to actually do some good and not caring about others at all and it's one of those things that will probably either go one way or another as her story develops, but for right now is just hard to feel out without regularly writing or playing her.
Favorite line: "If the universe wanted us gone so bad, it should have done a better job at killing us." for a specific line. But I'll echo your sentiments about their little campfire talk. I had never gotten a chance to show Ledo angry and when a little bit slipped with her "I am no damn pirate," comment, that was satisfying.
brOTP: Already adoring the vibes between Ledo and Char, they get shit done. But honestly I can't wait to see where the relationships with the other characters go, too. Especially Celeste once they get to really talk about Twalan one on one and maybe even Foaly at some point if they ever get to swapping war/battle stories.
OTP: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You've seen him. I've only let his name slip once, but you've seen him on this here blog. That's all you get.
nOTP: You've also seen him but do not yet know his name. There's a lot of people in the world she would sell to satan for a corn chip, but she would pay for Satan to take this fellow.
Random Headcanon: In-character, her steel guardian Drache is based on a drake for one primary reason: a joke between her and her father. One day he asked her what she might want as a pet, and she said a dragon. She eventually learned that this was not possible, but the family in-joke remained. Out of character, the reason he's a drake is because I didn't want him to be a dog or a bear, and nothing else felt right. I originally was going to make her an armorer or artillerist artificer and she was gonna have a small monkey automaton, but after reviewing the sub-classes and realizing neither of those actually felt right and battle smith felt like the most useful sub-class, that automaton eventually morphed into Drache.
Unpopular Opinion: I doubt this technically counts, but I honestly think looking back that Ledo would have been better as a Pathfinder character. The inventor class is perfect, and I very well might replay her one day if I do ever get to join a Pathfinder campaign. But she feels like she fits well into the current party so I don't dwell on it too much.
Song I associate with them: OH boy. Currently her main song is "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra, but specifically this cover by Annapantsu for thematic reasons. "Runaway" by AURORA was her main theme before that. I have... a very long playlist for her I am still fine-tuning.
Favorite picture of them: I still think this is the best headshot I've done of her, even if I need to update the horns:
Wisteria —
Favorite thing about them: She's just fun! Half of my enjoyment when it comes to thinking about Wisteria is considering the fun things like what she might wear, how her spells might appear since she's a dancing-based bard, or what kind of shenanigans she might get into.
Least favorite thing about them: Intelligence is absolutely her dump stat and hoo boy is that gonna be hard to get used to if I ever do get to play her in some kind of game. She also has no sense of personal space and is the worst kind of nosy.
Favorite line: We'll come back to this one day. One day...
brOTP: Her little eladrin bard gang back home. The tightest clique of court ladies and performers the fey have ever seen.
OTP: This gal's not looking to settle down or just pick one... but I could be convinced if the right opportunity presented itself.
nOTP: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Random Headcanon: Since Eladrin can change their "season" willingly, back in the Feywild she would do it on a whim or based on which court she was performing in, but she heavily preferred spring since that is the court she originates from. However, once she enters the material plane and the idea of the courts is no longer looming over her, her "season" tends to change depending on her overall mood for a while, at least until she starts understanding that seasons in this plane are a set timespan and then she starts adhering to that a bit more as she settles.
Unpopular Opinion: Probably gonna need to actually play her some to get an idea for what this might be.
Song I associate with them: A bit of a cop out if I'm being honest because I haven't worked on her playlist yet, but "The Willow Maid" or "Round and Round" by Erutan because they feel like songs she would perform to
Favorite picture of them: She's ready for mischief and other nonsense
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hi, I’m a trans man with a bit of a wobbly relationship to gender. I have trouble, sometimes, figuring out what discomfort is caused by dysphoria and what is caused by “regular” body issues (internalized fatphobia, etc). and sometimes they’re the same (i.e I hate my sides, both because they bulge out a little and because they do so in a female-looking way). any advice on how to differentiate between these feelings and how to accept that even when i can live as a man, affirmed in my gender/on T/with surgery, i will still not be perfect-looking or perfectly fit?
Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the time it's taken me to respond to this. While I'm active on my main blog, I've struggled with others. To answer your question though, I think you first need to come to terms with the fact that you will never be perfect - neither perfect looking, or perfectly fit.
To have this ideal of perfection in your mind is only ever going to bring you pain. We are humans, and we are flawed. In pursuit of perfection, we lose ourselves and this significantly impacts your mental health.
Untangling 'regular' and 'trans' bodies issues is beside the point in my mind, because too often those feelings go hand in hand and cannot be simply relegated to one side or another. In short, I don't think there's any use to differentiating the two.
What I think is going to be more important, and more realistic, is learning to accept that perfection is overrated. I do not say this to discourage you - I believe everyone should seek to be comfortable in their own skin. But I know people who are in prime health, in their optimum weight, work out every day, and still have body issues so significant that they cannot feel satisfied when they look in the mirror.
Before you can learn to say "I love my body as it is" or even "I like my body as it is" you need to learn how to stop saying "I hate my body."
If body positivity is too hard, than start with body neutrality. You have a body. It takes you from A to B. You have lungs that keep you breathing, eyes that let you see, and hands that can make things.
That is what you should start with. And I'll be honest, it's hard. I'm fat - I have always been fat, and realistically I probably always will be fat. Yes this can affect my mental health at times but at the same time I am proud of my progress. I've come a long way from where I used to be.
In a world where social media and advertisements throw the 'perfect' body in our faces 24/7 there is power in learning to love our imperfect selves. And I'll let you in on a secret - those perfect bodies on billboards and TV? It's all utter fucking bullshit. None of those bodies are real. They're made up, photoshopped, dehydrated, unhealthy. You cannot compare yourself to a standard that is not sustainable.
Forget perfection. It's impossible to achieve. Learn to accept your body for what it is - a body. There is no good or bad. It's simply a body. That's all it needs to be.
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Blade ( Honkai star rail )
request from : @veyalexsa (i don't know why i can't tag the person)
people was shocked when they found out you're married to yingxing, or now known as blade.
neither one of them expected you're married to him.
because from their point of view you guys are really different?
even kafka and other stellaron hunters are shocked when they hear about this, sure. they noticed you wearing a ring on your ring finger but they've never seen blade wearing one, so when silver wolf asked about your ring she was shock that you're married to blade.
because you didn't join the stellaron hunter at the same time as him, you joined a few months after him.
one day, you're talking to kafka after being in a mission with blade.
"so.. you've been with him for so long, how do you feel meeting him after he changed?" she ask you
"a bit shocking? because I didn't expect to see him here, after all we lost contact after some accident. because even when i was married to him back then we more like work partner? i mean we just get married because of a coincidence? how should i say this.. we have a win-win relationship, i need to get away from my relatives who just want my inheritance and he need a healer. back then when i healed him he would be cooperative and calm then after that he thank me. but right now i have to chase him like tom and jerry just to heal him, i remember one time when is health is almost red he says "When will death come for me? My patience is wearing thin." and i suddenly healed him and he sigh in frustration and looked like he wanted to eat me alive but he couldn't do it. well i don't blame him because if i had to go through what he had gone through i would probably end up worse than him," you replied
"i admit he sounds strong, but i think you're stronger, well if we looked at the fact you're also getting mara-struck but you can keep yourself from being controlled by it was interesting.." she says
"you can see it? i thought i can fool anyone but i think i couldn't fool you" you replied
"you're strong, my dear. if you ever need help controlling it just come to me, I'll gladly help you" she says
"my top priority is now him, and me getting mara-struck is something i wish he never finds out, i just want him to focus on his revenge. because back then i wasn't good enough to save him that he ended up like this, thanks kafka. and i really appreciate it if you would hide this, because i wanted to be the one to tell him" you replied
"you want to save someone who's dying even tho you're dying yourself? good luck then" she left after saying that leaving you alone staring at the night sky.
(btw the place is where kafka and silver wolf talked when silfer wolf account got closed down by herta)
"you hear that right? are you satisfied that your concern turn out to be true?" kafka was talking to blade who heard everything.
"just as i expected.." blade mumbles
"i already helped you with this, you have to make your decision by your own" she said and left blade alone with his thoughts
"you never changed. you're still the same. a self-reckless person who always care about other and keep everything to yourself.." he left so that you wouldn't find out he heard everything.
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Picard s3e10 "The Last Generation"
I laughed, I cried, I cheered, but I'm not free of conflicts.
The artificial constraints of a 10 episode season are something I really feel acutely. So I'll start off with an acknowledgment: if OG Picard fans are furious, I get it. I don't share your anger, but I do understand it.
Spoilers ahead.
I broadly agree with the creaky older fan sentiment that in many ways Season Three is what Season One should have been. Primarily in that the absence of the rest of the main characters and centering Picard and Picard only and, to some extent, Data, was a disservice to the rest of the TNG ensemble.
A flaw that was rectified in Season Three. However, by rectifying it in Season Three and then committing to the story they were going to tell in the amount of minutes they were going to tell it in, a grim sort of triage inevitably was going to take place. The victims overwhelmingly were the characters and storylines of Seasons One and Two.
That was neither kind nor fair.
I won't pretend I didn't love this season. But I also was aware of and frustrated by what was missing because I am committed to the ideals I started this blog on: these are my self conscious reactions, reflections, and introspections rather than objective truths I live and die by and demand others validate, lest they be deemed "not real fans."
Now I myself will not be buying a ticket for the Matalas hate train. I think there was an awareness that a lot was being left on the cutting room floor to cater to fans like...well, me, and an attempt was made to offer an overture to a possible sequel series not unlike a "sorry for your loss" bouquet.
Should you view that as a fair consolation prize for only addressing Seven and Raffi's relationship with a couple of quips and an action movie one liner? Or literally forgetting Elnor?
Were I in your place, I probably wouldn't. But I sincerely hope we get that sequel show so that proper amends can be made.
Hopefully it will also include Worf so that the DS9ers can get justice for Jadzia.
Although, I am a bit pessimistic that its going to happen even with the overwhelmingly positive reception. Two overlapping ship focused shows seems unlikely unless Enterprise-G is a metaplot driven narrative show while Strange New Worlds is episodic with light sprinkles of meta. A prospect that I am kind of meh on. Season Three proves that you can do a season long narrative and it not get too bloated or convoluted and deliver a satisfying finish, but I don't know that its enough for me to trust the concept of the 10 episode version of a classic Trek two parter going forward. Five times burned, twice shy.
For those keeping score, that's seven seasons of serialized Trek with five that I think were not well executed overall, not unforgivably so, but they definitely had a clumsy adolescence as their shows matured. I liked Discovery season 4 quite a bit. I'm not on the "Discovery sucks" anti-hype train either, but I think the show has rather clearly been showing its work as it has struggled season after season to figure out its own unique identity and to balance that identity with the expectations of the broader Star Trek franchise, navigating the hellscape of the fandom and trying to figure out which parts have valid criticisms and which are misanthropes who are allergic to other people experiencing joy: and its been a messy process.
What also steals some of my euphoria from the ending of Picard is the announcement of the Section 31 movie.
I love Michelle Yeoh, I even like the character of Georgiou, but I don't trust anyone who has been involved in Trek to date, not even Ron Moore or Robert Hewitt Wolfe, to not resuscitate vile late 90s to mid-oughts nihilism and uncritical worship of "hard men making hard choices because the good are too effete and squeamish to do what must be done."
I know, I know, its negative for a Star Trek apologia blog but I hate Section 31. That's the only thing I'll ever gatekeep. Its a violent refutation of the core premises of Star Trek: that reason and decency win in the end and the endless fascination with constructing scenarios where characters have no other choice but to do near genocides, assassination, and other grimderp shenanigans really infuriates me. There are multiple franchises where I would accept that with zero qualms: Babylon 5, Star Wars, Farscape, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica*, the Expanse etc. but they don't have that same core premise that good wins because good is actually how you win.
*Although it got REAL tedious REAL quick because of how excessively Moore's Galactica leaned into this. Which is incidentally kind of why even though I admire the man, I kind of want to see him and Star Trek keep 500 feet from each other at all times. The guy is way too into torturing series leads. Save that for O'Brien, he lives on pain.
So, to recap.
Dear S1/S2 fans. I adored this ending: it was everything I love about TNG right down to Picard saving the day through warmth and decency. But I'm sorry you got screwed. This is not a zero sum game to me. I think there was a way we could have all been happy and it sucks that wasn't a priority.
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Can we have the Diluc Harem and the misteltoe? It's close enough to the holidays, but if you don't want to right now, that's okay too.
Lmaoo, I love getting these harem requests. They take so long. But I really enjoy it so I'm glad I actually have a moment to do this.
But let's go.
Albedo
So the only reason albedo knows about the Mistletoe tradition is Alice. Like Alice was on the Albeluc train (She totally calls them albeluc) and knew she needed to explain this to Albedo. Like it was almost like a class she sat him down and gave him a whole-ass lecture on the "Christmas date scenario" Like you seriously can't tell me Alice A) doesn't know what a date sim is and B) hasn't played a date sim. So she's absolutely treating this like it's a date sim.
So she explains the details of how Diluc's gonna be extra cold being a pyro use so when they go for a relaxing walk in the snow, give him the scarf. Lead him to this nice little warm hideaway Alice will prepare. There will be mistletoe. Do not point it out until Diluc does. When he does, notices go for it! Be slow and sweet.
And Albedo just listens and takes Alice's advice to heart. Of course, it goes a little haywire (Diluc bundling up too much, them getting a little lost), but they still end up under the mistletoe. Diluc ends up a little embarrassed when he notices it and doesn't say anything. This flusters Albedo a bit because, again, he doesn't know what to do, so he just ends up talking about the properties of mistletoe.
After a few moments, Diluc cuts him off with a kiss, but Albedo doesn't mind at all.
Al Haitham
This would be like an office Christmas party deal. Like a celebration set up by the Akademiya, Al Haitham had no intention (He seems a bit scroogey tbh) of going until he heard Diluc was coming as not only the wine supplier but a representative of Mondstadt.
They don't get a moment as they both would end up working instead of really enjoying themselves.
But someone there, one moment of real contact ends up with them trying to pass through a hall that has mistletoe. Of course, people see and start cooing and urging them on. Diluc is very embarrassed and hesitant. But Al Haitham doesn't really have any shame, so almost on instinct gives a very sweet and warm kiss. That goes on a moment longer than people expect it to, but when it does end, Al Haitham gives Diluc a little smile and just.
"I'm satisfied with my work for today. I'd like a more private celebration. Care to join me?"
"That. Sounds very nice. Yes, I'll join you."
Before they leave, though. Al Haitham makes sure to grab Kaveh's key.
Ayato
Ayato is the one in charge of Inzuma's festivals so Christmas and New Year are a super super busy time for him. He does try his best to make time to be with Diluc. It always gets interrupted, though by some form of work or issue.
Diluc doesn't mind at all, though. He gets that the fall is a busy season for him; this is a busy season for Ayato. But that doesn't mean he doesn't miss Ayato. He doesn't want to bother Ayato, though.
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Neither man sees it coming.
And the day of the big event, Ayato is being dragged all over, and Thoma is showing Diluc around up until the lighting of the big Christmas tree in the center. And Ayaka and Thoma make sure the Diluc and Ayato end up squished together in the excited crowd.
Both are surprised and happy to see each other. And somehow all of Ayato's work just??? Disappeared. Ayato has an inkling of what's happening, but he's just happy to be next to Diluc. So he goes along with this little plan of his sisters.
It's a very nice and relaxing Christmas date as they just wander around the festivities. Much to each other's surprise, they have presents prepared, and they exchanged gifts. And they end up taking a little break which happens to be under some not at all planted mistletoe. Ayato and Diluc both end up laughing because they'd caught on at this point but are honestly so thankful. So they just take a moment and just a soft, sweet, and warm kiss. Even after the kiss, they just stay there a moment longer and cuddle.
Childe
Childe is a holiday-crazy person. He loves everything about it. He loves gathering family and celebrating. He loves decorating for it and cooking. He really just loves it all. And he will always make it home for the holidays.
He probably talks Diluc's ear off about how he's excited to see his family again and about all their traditions. Diluc, who's been alone for every holiday since his father's death, hardly makes a sound but is actually really happy for Childe and enjoys listening to Childe talk about it. He sort of wishes he had plans, but. He's not the type to impose himself.
I do think Childe does end up asking Dilcu about his plans. Which. really really embarrasses Diluc, and he knows if he saw he's going to work, Childe is going to cancel all his plans to be there. So Diluc, out of character, tells a little lie and says he'll be attending the party at the knight headquarters. And for a bit Childe is really excited for Diluc but he eventually asks Kaeya about their holiday party which confuses Kaeya cause Diluc already rejected the invite.
And Childe is confused for only a moment about why Diluc would lie about something so small as he gets ready to cancel his plans. It ends up hitting him that Diluc didn't want him to cancel. Diluc knows he misses his family and wants him to be with them.
But Diluc is Childe's family too. And Childe isn't really the type to give up. So with the help of Adelinde, Childe invites his whole family down to MOndstadt (and reluctantly invites Kaeya and the knights), and they plan a big huge Christmas party at the manor all while Diluc is unaware. He does smell something fishy when Kaeya Jean and Venti start acting secretive around him but doesn't pay it much mind.
And come the day, Adelinde makes sure Diluc is out and doesn't come back till take as they hurry and prepare.
Venti is the one who plants the mistletoe at the door.
So when Diluc enters, he's quickly greeted not only by Childe but by very passionate and excited kisses form Childe (who only just noticed the mistletoe and might have panicked a big cause he didn't want anyone else NEAR diluc and mistletoe.)
Of course, Diluc is surprised and a little upset at Childe for a moment but upon seeing Chidle's whole family and Diluc's here. He's really embarrassed but also really touched. He almost cries. But Childe makes sure to keep peppering him with kisses while the party kicks off.
They both proceed to have the best Christmas ever.
Eula
Eula only comes to Knight events because Amber forces her to. But she still turns up late and towards the end as not to ruin anyone's mood. This all is doubled for the Knight's Christmas party.
Diluc has never attended these events unless it was because he needed to drop off wine or something, but he's a little warmer during the holidays.
So Eula would have no reason to think Diluc would turn up at the holiday party. Even though she just came back from an expedition and has been very busy supervising holiday transports. So Diluc hasn't had the chance to ask about her holiday plans. So he ends up attending the knight's party to get a hold of her.
Amber instantly sees Diluc and goes to get Eula. She doesn't even explain as she grabs Eula by the cape and drags her home to get her ready and just scolds her. Eula is absolutely confused and Amber forces her into a nice dress and does her make-up and hair, and draggers her to the party. But she understands the moments she sees Diluc there awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking some hot chocolate. He's clearly uncomfortable but waiting for someone. And it's clear he doesn't notice that he's wandered under some mistletoe.
Eula hurries over and just like "What are you doing!"
"Eula! Finally." And Diluc just lights up with a little puppy, and Eula is already plotting her revenge on him for not only not telling her he was going to be her but for looking for handsome and cute. He instantly starts trying to give her the gift he has prepared, but Eula stops and points to the plant above his head.
"Oh."
"Yes 'oh'. It's unthinkably rude that you stand under the mistletoe while ur partner is not here. This calls for quick punishment!"
"Eula I didn't me-"
And she kisses him in front of everyone. And of course, Diluc doesn't mind at all that he's gotten a kiss, but he's embarrassed as all get out and his face as red as a tomato. But Eula is very satisfied with her work and defiantly ends up enjoying the party.
Itto
Itto totally plans to snag a Christmas mistletoe kiss from Diluc but plants his gang member around the festival with mistletoe. Like they are just trying to be good wingmen, but it ends up in a big misunderstanding, with everyone getting arrested because people thought they were running around trying to get kisses from people.
Even Itto ends up jailed for trying to bust them out so they can try a new plan.
Well, as normal it's Kuki to the rescue. But she as the ultimate wingman and sort of as punishment brings an exasperated Diluc along.
"What were you all doing running around with mistletoe?"
None of them wanted to admit it until Kuki cracked her knuckles.
"We were helping the boss trying to Get a mistletoe kiss from you?"
Diluc is very surprised by this. but just ends up sighing and shaking his head. Before, just moved to stand under some mistletoe that the police had set up for their little Christmas party and just folded his arms and waits. Itto just lights up and awkwardly scrambles under the mistletoe with Diluc and just grabs Diluc's shoulder. He honestly stops and just really appreciates how cute and kind Diluc is. He knows he sort of messed up the holiday part but Diluc not only that against him.
"Are you going to kiss me or what?"
"Ah! Sorry. I just. I'm really thankful that I... get the chance to love you."
"Itto..."
And before either gets more embarrassed Itto finally gets his kiss.
Kaveh
This is much closer to Al Haitham's scenario. But Kaveh was the one who invited Diluc to the party, and both are more enjoying themselves. Kaveh honestly really is taking the moment to show off his perfect and beautiful boyfriend. He probably gets a little over-inflated ego and goes around bragging to people.
Diluc gets absolutely embraced and, unable to take it wanders off. Kaveh notices but also quickly notices Diluc moving towards some mistletoe, and you know who else is near the mistletoe?
The bane of Kaveh's exsistance. Al Haitham. So, of course, he rushes over glaring at Al Haitham the whole time while startling Diluc but while he gets Diluc away from the mistletoe he ends up under it himself.
Diluc just smirks and points to Al Haitham.
"Darling... Please you are here too!"
"Ha. I'm a little exhausted though, and I think I'll head back."
"Diluc! Ok, I'll stop. Please? Anything but that?"
"I don't know. We've hardly had time together because you've been so busy chatting with others."
"Mercy, please."
"Alright. But Promise we can just go come and celebrate alone? I'm actually really exhausted, alright."
"Whatever you want, darling."
And Kaveh manages to avoid a terrible fate and earns a very, very sweet kiss.
Thoma
Thoma's a very traditional sort of Christmas person. He likes a nice night at home with loved ones for Christmas. He likes decorating, though, making food, and making Christmas cookies. It's probably while in the middle of baking that Adelinde asks him to hang up the mistletoe since he is the tallest person there. And he happily agrees to help.
So he's wandering around the house thinking about where best it should go when Diluc comes home.
"What are you doing, Thoma?"
"Oh! Welcome home, Diluc! I'm just." Embarrassed as he realizes what he's holding. "Putting up the mistletoe."
"Uh-huh."
"...."
"I don't think it counts if it's not hanging up."
"Huh... Oh! Oh!"
Realizing what Diluc was implying he quickly hangs up the mistletoe and the moment he's finished Diluc gently smiles and Diluc rewards his hard work with a little kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Thoma."
"Merry Christmas, Diluc."
Xiao
So Xiao would not be attending any holiday parties. And probably doesn't really have any plans until Diluc mentions the holidays and talks about how he has to attend a party for work meetings. Xiao doesn't really mind so much as Diluc promises to come to see him after. That is until Xiao learns about mistletoe.
He just shows up to his party and starts secretly taking the mistletoe down. But as usual, Diluc ends up noticing him.
"Xiao, what are you doing here?"
"Ah..."
Diluc quickly notices that Xiao is under some mistletoe.
"Do you know what the human custom is for mistletoe?"
"Yes." Xiao admits and ends up showing Diluc the mistletoe he'd already collected. "I... did not want to be caught."
"Xiao." Diluc chuckles and comes a little closer. "You can say no if you are caught under the mistletoe. Which is what I would have done."
"I wasn't worried about you... but someone forcing you."
" I appreciate the concern. But I'm a little stronger than what you give me credit for. And besides, look what we are under now."
Xiao glances and sees the mistletoe he hasn't taken down, and his face reddens as Diluc chuckles.
"So... would you like a kiss?"
But Xiao doesn't answer; he only pulls Diluc down and kisses him.
Zhongli
I think Zhongli is very excited to take part in festivals as a human. And he does try to experience all he can as a human. And experience with Diluc makes him all the more excited. Of course, though, he ends up explaining to Diluc all of the Liyue holiday customs. And Mistletoe is more of a Mondstadt tradition, so Zhongli still thinks about mistletoe in terms of liyue medicine. So when they walk under a gate and Diluc stops them.
"Look mistletoe."
"Oh. Why are they hanging medicine."
"Ha. It looks like they've accepted a Mondstadt tradition."
"This is a Mondstadt thing? Mistletoe in Liyue is just a medicine for the skin and Aching joints."
"Ha. In Mondstadt. Mistletoe is a symbol of love and fertility. The tradition is to hang the mistletoe. And when two people walk under it, they kiss and pick a berry."
"Oh."
And Diluc waits for a moment, looking and Zhongli expectantly. But when Zhongli only looks back at him with a little look of confusion, he sighs and pulls Zhongli down for kisses. When he finishes, he picks and berry and hurries off, leaving Zhongli a little stunned and more than a little love-struck.
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fanfic asks! 5, 8, and 14
Ella!!! Thank you for asking 🫂🫂
Putting this under a cut because I am a wordy motherfucker as ever and This Got Long, I'm So Sorry💖
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
Oh god. So Many fkldsjaflkdsjfa. I'll stop at twoish here, but pls know that if y'all want more for other fandoms, I can add to this post with more lmaoo, I love sharing these.
-There was one for LOTR that still sticks in my brain years since first having it: Sam suddenly leaving the Shire and wandering aimlessly, but refusing to settle anywhere.
Over the course of it, he would get help/care/concern from wherever he stopped with whoever remained in each location, but he would refuse to stay for more than a few days or accept more than like. Bare bones food/medical care/etc, leading to literally everyone he meets and of course his family and friends still in the Shire to go to Frodo to beg, plead with him.
One last adventure, because their grand adventure to save the world and destroy the ring changed Sam too, even if he never showed it as much. Don't let him go where no one else can follow, and bring him home.
Whether Frodo would or not was the bit that made me shelve the idea, bc I figured a lot of fans would not enjoy the potential avenue I was leaning towards, that he might hesitate only in that he isn't sure he can handle the journey himself.
That, and realising that the way my brain wanted to write it, it might well end with Frodo and Sam realising neither of them can bare to go back, and deciding to wander together until they'd either die or find elves sailing willing to take them to the Undying Lands.
-There's a whole bundle of Saints Row ideas, mostly Gat/Aisha/Boss and all fairly heavy in being AUs where Aisha lives and things go slightly differently for Gat in SR 3 &4 (I'd keep the aliens tho lmao, I want Aisha to get to go to space too dang it!!)
A lot of Gat realising that he keeps nearly losing the people closest to him that give him reason to live (Aisha and the Boss, tho of course the rest of the Saints as well to a slightly lesser extent), but that he doesn't know how to be anything else for them. He's a living weapon many a time, and is genuinely happy that way, but knows that it puts them in danger because he tends to always escalate things, even when later he can admit maybe shooting a motherfucker in the face over a Costco discount was actually not the best way to solve that issue. However, ultimately, The Boss can't seem to live any other way either, and he's accepted that he's at his happiest when he has both of them in his life, so he can't just up and cut with Aisha to a random suburb and leave the Boss behind. And Aisha, despite her contempt for a lot of it, during one of their Big Talks would admit that even if she dislikes what they do, she does enjoy the lifestyle and knows Boss and Gat would be losing their minds trying to adjust to any other life.
On that note, that's also a fic idea I'll probably never write for them lol, where they go straight and move away to somewhere entirely new with Gat and the Boss having to get actual 8-5 jobs (and maybe something remote for Aisha bc I know it would still be risky for her to ever leave the house but. Goddamn let her do something!! Talk to some other ppl!!!) and just. It's not going to last and they know it won't, all three of them, but they're also three of the stubbornest fucking people alive so. When it ends, it'll go up in flames for everyone around them until they're living in a way they find satisfying again.
8. What project(s) are you currently working on?
Somehow too many and not enough at the same time. That is, I'm having a lot of percolating ideas for new things and ways to continue current drafts for a few different fandoms, but none of it is making it down onto paper (without being deleted two minutes later at least lol.)
That said, a couple draft examples:
-an OFMD S2 fix it gentlebeard POV, Stede specifically, wherein the crew comes to visit and be their first official guests and it's...a lot for them. They both already feel the place isn't fixed up enough and then the crew comes in all jovial and essentially as one big happy polycule w/arms full of loot (actually gifts for Ed & Stede that are indeed looted, but my two lil goofballs gotta have their emotional moments before they get that info and realise that the crew isn't just trying to show off & make them feel shit for staying on land.)
This one is actually done and ends happily w/some actual communication between everyone involved, but it sits unpublished bc I think it might be too saccharine (also every time I dare to write for Ed/Stede I get shouted at even if they claim they liked it so. not exactly eager to court that reaction again even if I have anon off on everything lmao)
-May have already talked abt this in prior days but, a Frenchie/Ed s2 au in which Frenchie convinces Ed to let everyone else go, so long as Frenchie agrees to stay with him as his new first mate (read: his new Izzy bc while Izzy is v alive in this, he's also hidden away until Ed and Frenchie leave the Revenge lol.)
I haven't decided on a final avenue yet for this, but right now have been playing w/: Frenchie & Ed operating as a two man wrecking crew while they gather new crew and a new ship, meanwhile Jim, Archie, Fang, and Izzy are working to find Stede and everyone else to tell them how Frenchie has essentially given himself a suicide mission, and even if they agreed to it so they could initially get away, they sure as fuck aren't going to let him or Ed die as a result of all of this. Cut to them having some silly fumbling reunion (literal list of ideas for this, they're all not great, trust me when I say this bit needs more work yet lol), then following the trail of blood, bodies, and tears to find Frenchie and Ed. Who, during all of this, are actually having some meaningful and approaching healthier conversations abt their traumas and have gotten closer during them. A lot closer. Very close. And it's not an issue of monogamy; they make clear at the start with each other that this might not have any legs outside of their current situation, and they both know that Stede probably won't care, and they've both been fucking Izzy so they know he definitely doesn't care (and has told them as much more than once after noticing them Noticing each other.) Their fear is that it will, and that what they both want isn't compatible (Frenchie knows they can't sail forever, but he'd rather die at sea. Ed, after struggling with it, admits that he's still not entirely sure if land or sea is best for him. But he does feel like he has to choose one over the other.) And what the fuck are they gonna do then? Because if that's the case and it ends what they have on every level, that'll mark yet another failure for them in both of their brains, and they're both entirely too fragile for that to happen, it'll be the crack that shatters Ed and splits the Box of Trauma in Frenchie's brain even wider open. But they do have love for each other, and can't ignore that either.
14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?
Oh man. I'm gonna be selfish and give myself two bc I can't decide for sure between them and the first one is entirely too selfish a choice on its own on top of that but
Dancer and/or All For Myself (even tho it isn't finished, I know, I know!!! I always want it badly to be finished. That's still my game plan for this one, I swear!)
Like, Taron probably wants nothing to do with the Kingsman stuff anymore, absolutely valid. But my god seeing Dancer as a full movie or extended series or something would be amazing. It's not everyone's cup of tea for many reasons and I understand why, but I worked so hard on that lil fucker. I'm so proud of it. It's one of the few that I think, if I got the opportunity, I could edit and change up enough to sell as just above direct to dvd level movie script. I can't describe how it felt writing it; it was a particular feeling and magic I have not recaptured since writing this fucking fic lmao (still chasing it tho!)
The second one is just because I like seeing Con and Samba together and they seem to have fun and both enjoy the concept of rizzy so like. If in some universe where incredibly unlikely things actually happen, they came to me and asked for finished script version of AFM, y'all would not see me for ages bc I would lock myself down until I had it done. I'm talking living off of red bull and edibles and whatever snacks I remember to cram in my face-fueled writing, coming out the other end in need of a shower, actual food, sleep, but holding a beautifully shining script. I've done it before, and I would happily do it again for them lol. Plus, it would involve filming locally, and I just think that would be cool to do, to showcase the area. Lots of very cool and pretty filming locations, beach days...idk, I'd be happy to come along for every day of it and just do shit to help out. Pay me if you can/want, but I'm just happy to be there to see the process.
Thank you again for asking, as you can tell I had a good time and it was lovely to get to gush abt all of this for a bit!!!
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oh- and about the TricMezLo drabbles, you can do whatever you like! (But I'd love to see some of their Roommate antics or some of their monster x monster hunter antics- but honestly it's up to you)
Note: I've been itching to write about Psychotic Soliloquy for a long while so this is a great opportunity >:]] This will be based off the Roommate AU! Honestly this was not my best work and I feel like it's too,,,lengthy and boring </3 I'll try to make better one!!
Characters: Lo Quill (@feelin-lo oc), Trickster (@boiling-potato oc), Meztli (My oc)
Event Type: Drabble
Everyone living around that apartment knows better than to investigate whenever they heard noises from within. Rumours murmured amongst the neighbours as they travel up the elevator, shushes passed around about how the people in there were intimating and scary.
....
But were they really what the rumours had entailed?
....
Due to a certain,,,duo that kept complaining about the lack of food in the apartment, it had led the group to the nearest Macdonalds.
Lo sighed, pincing the bridge of his nose as he stood outside the car. There hadn't been a shortage of food. In fact, the fridge was filled with ingredients that could possibly be cooked up as a 5 star...alright maybe that's over exaggerating here, but it may still very well end up as a great meal! It'll be enough to satisfy their hunger!
Yet, as Lo waited, standing with crossed arms and with eyebrows furrowed slightly, eyes narrowing on the very same duo that forced him to bring them here, they were still bickering. "Let!- God.. just let me out Mez!" Trickster groaned, hand on Meztli's face, pushing him away from her as she tries to climb out but to no avail as Meztli nudges her back as well. "Fuck you, 'm going out first! You stay back-", he got cut off as he yelped in surprise when Trickster jab him in the abdomen, forcing him to let up.
But only for awhile, before he pulled her back by her wrist. Both stuck in a cycle as neither is willing to let up.
Lo groaned, staring at the two as they pathetically try to wrestle their way out of the car. Starting low and coldly, he spoke, "Either one of you give up or I'm getting in the car and we're going home." He spoke harshly, causing the hair on Meztli and Trickster's back to stand on their ends as they pursed their lips.
Both not willing to admit defeat. The air surrounding them was still and suffocating despite them being out in the open. Meztli's eyes shifted upwards, jumping but only slightly when he sense the seriousness in Lo's eyes. Letting a defeated sigh leave his lips, he let's go of Trickster and looks away, mumbling a string of curses under his mouth.
Trickster, finally victorious, smiles and leaves the car. Although still abit shaken up from Lo's intimating stance, she still makes the effort to stick her tongue out at Meztli. Almost as if to taunt him, I win. It's no surprise when Meztli grits his teeth and glares daggers at her, fists clenching and unclenching to prevent him from starting anything.
As they made their way to order, the question still lingers, how were these three any close to what the rumours had entailed?
#ForMoots#Event#Aesopsbaby Drabbles Event#MootsOCs#Lo Quill#Trickster#AesopeOCs#Meztli#Psychotic Soliloquy#Roommate AU
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3, 16, and 21 for the choose violence meme?
thanks for the ask!!! (from this list)
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
i've seen a lot of bad tumblr takes but the one where someone went on for a multiple paragraphs-long rant calling peggy carter a seductress hell bent on splitting up steve and bucky (they said they also could mean this platonically, so it wasn't just a "i hate seeing my fave white men in ships with women" thing, which like. yeah. sure you did.) for DARING to wear a nice dress to a rare fun night at a bar in the middle of wartime really lives in my mind rent free forever because like what the fuck.
i don't have a screenshot of the post itself but here's some tags quoting it when i ranted about it when i first saw it like over a year ago
"no reason to come to the bar dressed like that" like how dare a woman want to look nice at a bar/dance club when she's had no occasion to wear anything but her uniform in probably months/years. she obviously just wants to break up my two white man faves like the evil slut she is. 🙄
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
alright i'm gonna say it. i hate kid fics.
part of this stems from me just not ever wanting kids myself, so it's not really anything i'm particularly interested in, but also most of the ships i ship i don't think are in a position to take care of kids due to their jobs, situations, etc
sam and bucky are superheroes. bucky is still under a very strict pardon with a lot of scrutiny from the government, and sam is captain america. both of them have targets on their backs constantly, and need to be going often from one place to the next to run very dangerous missions they've got a higher chance of not coming back from, and i just don't think this is a particularly stable environment to be having children
also i don't think bucky is mentally in a place to be able to take care of kids full time right now, nor has he done anywhere near enough of the work in actively unlearning his prejudices and racism to be a parent to a Black child
i'll read kid fics sometimes in aus, even if it's not my favorite kind of fic, but it really puts me off to see canonverse fics where they're coparenting, and i generally won't even open them, even if i love the author that's writing it
21. part of canon you think is overhyped
does zemo as a whole count? like i think he's a fun character and he's got an interesting morality to get to examine, but people have kind of latched onto him in ways i don't care for, some going so far as to say he was right actually, or to think he's important enough to get sandwiched into all of sam and bucky's stories, and i just don't think so. he was a good villain/self-serving character, and he had a satisfying but open conclusion in the end of tfatws, and i think we can leave it there. bucky's guilt or self worth or whatever doesn't need to depend on zemo, and neither do all of sam's missions henceforth
send me an ask with a # from the choose violence questions list!
#there are a lot of characters and also movies in the mcu i think are overhyped#but none of them are particularly sb focused so i mostly avoid them anyway#thanks for the ask!!#abarbaricyalp#ask#ask meme#ask game#marvel
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