#ohgod this is so many words

[aria0fgold]

FELLOW CAIOWE ENTHUSIAST HELLO

God, finding any mhyk fans on tumblr is so rare. I can never go to twitter though, because twitter won't allow me to write a whole textblock about my wizards yknow.

Anyways, what are your favorite caiowe moments (0u0)

OHMYGOD! FELLOW CAIOWE FAN IN TUMBLR?! :O Fr though, we mhyk fans here are so rare and twitter posts function cannot contain the multitude of thoughts I have.

I have A LOOOT of favourite caiowe moments, caiowe fuels my brain.

Most and biggest favourite caiowe moment: Chapter 17 and 18 of ms1.5 aka anni1. It's sooooo good to me, the establishment of the pairing, the horror and realization of Owen that Cain was Dying and he didn't even wanted that in that moment. Owen calling Cain's name for the first time and not "Sir Knight"? Owen KNEELING DOWN beside him and PRAYING?!?! Love it, I love that moment so much. Of course, I cannot forget about Cain, in his dying moments during then, ASSURED Owen that it wasn't his fault. Like ohgod... You're dying my guy and you're assuring the one that attacked you?! Oh. OH! You are sooo insane for that. And with that moment, of course I gotta hold the moment during Chapter 26 near and dear to my heart too. Cain, recovering from a near death experience meeting Owen and without missing a beat, invites him out to lunch. OUOUUUOGHHGG I looove ms1.5 for that.

Everything that Paradox Roid had going for itself. That AU is caiowe collection worthy, every moment that those two were together makes me soooo giddy and happy and it's so insane for that. My favourite AU of all time, especially the moments during Chapter 5 with Cain, Akira, and Owen flying by the ice cream truck, Cain with that sweet lil speech and Owen saying "Hello, world" ououuoghhghg my heart during then... Of course what solidified this AU for being my favourite of all is Cain going through INSANE LENGTHS to get Owen back JUST to fulfill his promise to him of buying him the icecream, AND the moment when Owen's memory was all but practically wiped BUT! he still remembers... Cain's words... HE STILL REMEMBERS! Like oooohhhh my god. That's insane. To still remember Nearly the exact words a guy you've only met recently despite your memory being deleted? Insanity. I love it.

EVERYTHING! From the event: Sun-Radiant Blade. That's my favourite event of all time from the canon universe, it has sooo many caiowe moments it was amazing. Owen attending the knight event and everyone being on high guard but Cain reassures them? OWEN GETTING BLAMED FOR SOMETHING HE DIDN'T DO AND CAIN DEFENDING HIM?!?!! Owen being the only one to believe in Cain that he CAN win against the young knight being controlled by a sword and that Oz doesn't need to kill the poor kid, that NO ONE gets to kill the poor kid and only Cain can do that. Owen grabbing Cain's face especially and going "my magic wielding Sir Knight" OH YOU ARE UNBEARABLE OWEN.

Not really part of the game, but the animage magazine article of em makes me just as insane. It's THE CAIOWE magazine of all time, I'll forever be Normal (lying) about Cain's quote: "Come battle, I would become your shield, and I would die for you." LIKE!!! MY GUUUUYYY?!?!!?!!? Most normal thing to say towards anyone at all. I hate him (affectionately).

The event: Prelude to the Festival and Justice has a singular caiowe moment in the form of Owen's eyeball protecting Cain and I'm sooooooo not over that moment yet actually. Owen wasn't even THERE, but Owen protected Cain via the eyeball he forcefully swapped between em like gooooooodddd.

ANNI 2 MOMENT! CAIOWE ANNI 2! That moment with Cain and Owen lowkey arguing with one another lives in my head rent free and then by the ending parts with Owen flying off all alone and CAIN LOOKING UP AT HIM and going "I have to get stronger" just to be able to justify him worrying for him like oh! OH MYGOD!

That one moment during the event: Awakening the Legendary Chalk Castle where Cain SENSED Owen nearby and proceeded to DESTROY THE FLOOR to obtain a shortcut to get to where he was sensing Owen at, very Normal behaviour there Cain. I love him.

Everything bout that one tl with like a stageplay? a stage reading I think? I can't remember but that tl of some parts (mostly caiowe, oh i love it so much) of it and and Owen getting Cain drunk via magic and Cain was boutta START STRIPPING and Snow panicked and immediately got rid of the spell and Owen going "But it was just getting to the good part" LIKE!?!?!?!!? Thinking bout that moment again makes me lose it sooo badly like my guy wdym. WDYM OWEN OHMYGOD OWEN

The newest Alterego AU event is also taking up so much of my brain rn, mafia au, Cain with the northies/former northies, OWEN'S OTHER EYE CHANGING COLOUR TO BE GOLD CUZ OF CAIN, like ya can't just make that up, my guy Owen saw the prettiest gold during his dying moments and the world said "You'll get to have that too" and now he has heterochromia as well, and never mind the fact that Owen gained his during this event, but Cain was BORN WITH IT, he was born with a heterochromia that was forcefully put on him during canon universe, he was born with the Owen red eye in this universe and the implications of that is kinda insane actually (<-most likely reading too into the au with my caiowe glasses). Cuz like! Imagine this, you in your past life had two golden eyes but Some Guy, forcefully swapped eyes with you and then in another life, your born with heterochromia as a result of Some Guy from a previous life and now your born with it, like a mark. Of a wedding-- It's the caiowe version of the red string of fate, I'm convinced with that.

#arianswer #collectorcookie #those are the caiowe moments i can vividly remember rn (tho thats still a lot tbf... i love caiowe) #i havent read ms2 yet but i did see some glimpses of what happens in it via commentary from other fans and ohmyyyy #theres a lot of caiowe moment in it that id love SOOO badly if i could just get to reading that one but alas! maybe someday #caiowe in the brain. caiowe living rent free in the brain forever. i love those two sooo much

[the-blaze-empress]

For the Ask Game, 1., 2., 7., 19., 21., 41., 44., and 81.,

(hug)

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

i know where i want to end up definitely, sometimes that can change in specifics a little bit but like. the main themes and shit are always pretty set. the middle can b a bit hazy but also has the main points outlined. sometimes characters just have a few more panic attacks than expected u know how it b <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

PHILZA FUCKING MINECRAFT IN TAKE MY ARMS STOP FUCKING PANICKING. his reaction to quackity was WAY worse than i thought it was gonna be that it warranted an ENTIRE EXTRA CHAPTER. yeah so that happened. ALSO PHIL GETTING DISTRACTED BY THE RIBBON VENDOR. KID PLS THERES PLOT THAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN I GET IT THE RIBBONS R SHINY BUT WE GOT THINGS TO ADDRESS HERE. arms!phil very much has a mind of his own

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

oh boy time to revisit the days where i didnt know what fanfic was!! i think technically my first fanfic was. sfge fic. i had a whole canon compliant story about a pair of twins, the daughters of the girl and boy from the snow queen fariytale, one had fire powers and the other water, the water one went to the school for good and the fire one went to the school for evil. they both got into the trial by tale and watched (ohgod what were their names) bane kill the good kid from woods beyond. uh yeah i had fun working out all their gifts and stuff, i had a lot of characters planned n shit i should see if i can find the word docs for that. as per usual the middle of the fic was very. hazy in the middle

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

BUN BUNFLORAS @bunfloras!! SUCH a big influence on both what i write and how i write most notably in finally being the one to convert me from past tense to present. oh dear can you see me? for properly introducing me to whump and kidza, both of which i adore reading AND writing. fuckin. whats her name. margaret owen is such a good writer her books are so good i love how well she worldbuilds and embeds it all so well into her stories. go read the merciful crow duology you will thank me.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

hmmmmmm. i think bun and i could write a good book together i mean we've already cowritten tens of thousands of words sfadsgdh. looks at rune and cam. looks at their rp. looks back at this question. yeah it would be about magic and queer relationships and growth and so much fucking angst

41. what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

i have no fucking clue. i have had so many story ideas i cannot keep track of them all. good lord. lemme check my google drive. OH I KNOW. that one klance fic i wrote from the perspective of a tree <3

44. any writing advice you want to share?

i feel like saying 'just fucking do it' is cliche. but its the best advice i can give really. write for yourself even if you dont publish it, read things you like and work out what you like about it and see if you can put that in ur own writing. write FOR YOURSELF. dont write for other people it will become a chore and you will regret it. people wont enjoy reading it if ur not enjoying writing it

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

god so much. not everything has to be about romance. stop taking on so many projects with deadlines at once. stop tracking how many words u write each day. write what you want to write. its okay to stop enjoying smth ur writing

writing ask game

(hi roo love you <33)

#wisdom be uponeth ye #icarus-roo

[shunnao-addict]

Elitist shit

Book is a book. Story is a story. No matter how good or bad, it's still a story. Yet lately I've seen all over Tumblr elitist shits and giggles at people reading fanfiction, people liking tropes, people reading books that may not be worthy of Pulitzer or Hugo, but still - they enjoyed it. But, huehuehue, they're reading shitty romance stories. Huehuehue, they're looking for enemies-to-lovers without knowing what book is even about. Huehuehue, they're reading some tiktok-famous burning pile of shit. The only stories they praise are either some really high-shelf book, or books written by their friends (mostly un-published, but that's another story).

This is elitist shitty circle.

Tropes, tiktoks etc. are marketing hooks, trying to catch as many fishes as possible. And it works. It worked on all of you who are here on Tumblr for something or other, but you don't feel like being caught by tropes! Noooo! YOU got hooked by story, characters, and it doesn't matter your blog is full of the clichest of cliches, that you write fanfiction, you engage in the same things you laugh at other people or judge them for it.

I mean, seriously, what's the matter with you, people? So what if someone wrote self-insert reylo and published it? They wouldn't be first author to do so! (except for reylo part) You don't need to read it! Your blogs are full of equality for everyone, feminism, BLM, political stuff, yet you judge people for their taste in books, acting like you have some moral ground.

Ever since beginning of time people were judging others for engaging in stuff that makes their brain rot, their tastes going down, etc. When books were made available for [rich] massess women weren't even allowed to read, because it was corrupting, and bad, and ohgod don't let me start on people panicking when stories started to be published in newspapers, leaving each chapter at [cliche] cliffhanger, being paid by wordcount which makes some of classics full of empty words just to get paid. YOU'RE JUST REPEATING THIS CIRCLE.

Let people enjoy what they enjoy. Yes, you can criticize the story, the writing, even the author, but not people for reading it, and for enjoying it.

#prob 8 ppl will see it since my prev blog got removed but i needed to release some steam #reading #writing #issues

[nochi-quinn]

legend of vox machina watch party episodes 7-9: kareawkward

EPISODE 7

ohGOD my headset clicked on just as they started yelling

they all spontaneously forget how to introduce themselves

"I play Pike! and that's it"

PLEASE HOLD THE WATCH PARTY ISN'T WORKING BC IT THINKS I'M IN A DIFFERENT REGION

jasper the fluff bunny luck dragon!

dagon ;-;

dagon was a conure

matt and marisha are going to kill you both

Please Forgive Me Percy

"think good thoughts. don't make eye contact."

"I have WONDERFUL sketches" "you also have many strange skills."

"I don't want to"

grog strongjaw: kind of a crackhead

Legend of Vox Machina: Put Down Cursed Weapons

cursed weapons: not even once

"FUCK THAT ROCK"

hey kurama check it out I'm a blood fountain

(I have resisted making that joke three times now, I am only so strong)

"if you wanna flirt with someone, stop being mean to her friends"

right, taliesin, a friend

keto grog

"what a DING-DONG"

"I fought for that butthole"

YES they also made me think of Stray

"how often are you gonna see a bear and a jackalope team up?"

"did they complain a lot about it, is what I'm asking"

and then cheech marin happens

"we've all been there before" "allegedy!"

augh tal's mic picking up his drinking noises

two emo boys being emo

"no, I'm alone" "no, I AM"

Dragon Zoom

"dad went out for a gold hoard"

I need the "bleh" noise from naruto abridged put over grog there

"she did [the reverb] herself, just with her voice"

flashbacks to early c1 when laura had to leave early for an audition and sam was making fun of her for where it was

"isn't this fun, watching tv with my frien - oh shit I have a job"

oh, fearne is on sam's shirt

travis how does the lavalier jabbing you in the neck like that not bother you. it's bothering me second-hand

"these are things people have told me about tripping out"

no I hate this

I'm so glad they didn't do this sdlkfjsl

bury it in the new mexico desert

"maybe we'll use it in the future!" "no, no I don't think we will"

I stepped away but I had my headset on so I got to hear "daddy garmelie" and I don't like it

The Nipples Are Implied

Bondage Keyleth

"vax in the knot" is an entirely different part of the fandom

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT thought she was gonna say "hey taliesin speaking of penises"

I was gonna say, taliesin that's you, you're the nerd who went to japan

The Criticalrole

"that's so much worse than in my head, I wanna do it again"

"see….seven characters is a lot to draw"

animators: pls kill someone

the little drama play that just went on in the back row

mica is gonna bully them into singing again

he's definitely never heard that one before

EPISODE 8

look I know he's friends with like two thirds of the cast but also: why

this entire operation is a shambles

oh I stand corrected, that's NOT sam. iphone brandon auman (?) sounds very much like sam

did this man just use "exotic" to describe a human person

edit from the future: a NIGERIAN human person, x2 Please Leave

lmao owlbear is still copyrighted

the fonz!

I also deeply enjoyed the backlight

"she's got issues! you got issues!"

mica saying all the shit I said in my liveblog like eight hours ago

a minor crisis happened in my house but honestly fuck it, I have not been enjoying any of this

imagine: we could have had liam in this watch party

"the scream I scrumpt" s a m e

I appreciate those leaf wipe transitions so much more now

troy baker also did not realize how long it takes to get to the cast, it gets me every time

no no let him leave

"we! are! professionals!"

that! that! that thing I said! god thank you for validating me cast of legend of vox machina

(check my individual episode liveblogs, true believers!)

"how much bernie sanders do we want?"

"EVERYONE in the trickfoot family" he said pointedly into the camera

"thanks for making everything feel worse" truer words

I love all of those

Phantom String

taliesin just casually creating character and world lore mid-game it's fine

EPISODE 9

oh thank god he's gone

matt's not here to sing with the intro, everybody else has to

PALETTE cleanser

I saw chris in the credits, did NOT catch him here

I am upset with myself

grog is canonically a swiftie

"vox machina muppet babies" PRINT IT

oh THAT'S what that was, I thought I was just not remembering something from campaign 1

SHE

Cute Cat Babies

kittenari

"everyone was fantastic this season" as opposed to last season

grgreagrandfather

I'm crying againnnn

animators cried over goop monster, confirmed

cries in digital artist

if a dragon wore pants how would he wear them

"if your skin peels back when you hear it, it's taliesin"

Evil Falcor

"DOES JET FUEL MELT STEEL BEAMS"

does dragon acid melt metal hands

"horrible father" "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, LAURA"

"there were so many pigs!" "and now they're bacon"

I have appreciated all of the animation so much this season, the color and the light and the aaahhhh

I like pike's little turn on "wwwwhat do you mean"

someone confirm if the guy in the back is supposed to be pipsqueak from atla

"the saddest cannonball"

the toothpick barricades!!

oh shit that's right the last episodes are in like two days

"using blender" the overwatch porn program?

I have something bouncing around my head about how pike and wilhand let grog learn how to be silly but I haven't been able to words it

sketchy pike and groooog

sketchy grog's little hip jut

it's me I'm questions

"because it's cute" is a completely valid answer

I think I commented on matt's jaw dislocating in my original liveblog lmao

"is this gonna kill the animators??"

Grog For Scale

OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED THE BEAR TATTOO

…and what happened to the bear tattoo

I feel like sam needs a nap

like mood but also someone let this man sleep

oh no he broke arthur

mica's leaving. mica's just gonna walk out.

all the herdspeople wear collars to hide where the neck seam meets the body

"just say yes"

The Button Arc

wasn't that a veth thing

ashley trying desperately to keep up with sam

"I don't know what I just saw, it doesn't make much sense"

oh good lord

I've said this before but if I would love to hear Sam sing without being a goober

dflksdjfslk

laura breaks IMMEDIATELY

and made NO attempt to try to bring it back

"that's as close to top gun as life is ever gonna get"

"why am I getting southern. you guys have tainted me."

ooh, phil bourassa! there were ostensibly other names in there, I was just typing and didn't hear them.

#crititag #lovmtag #critical role #the legend of vox machina #liveblog #reaction post #spoilers #watch party

[ambivalence-and-torpor]

[A random text is sent to a certain Cerulean blood.. messages seem rather sporadic and rapid fire]

CA: OI!?

CA: RODISA FUCKIN GARTHO.

CA: Yer Fuckin MMy Boss!?

CA: WWHAT THE FUCK!?

CA: The FUCKIN HOUSEKEEPER Found Yer Top!?

CA: !??!????!?!??

CA: I KneWW Ya FUCKIN Fancied HIMM But WWhat The HELL Are Ya Thinkin' Leavin' YER' SHIT ROUND ALL CASUAL LIKE THAT!!

Her phone's been rather active for a couple minutes there. What the heck was happening? She didn't usually get this many messages at this time of day, so it had to be somewhat important?

She had been a little occupied with a few things before she could reach for the small device, checking about what the heck was even going on.

It took a couple moments before the mortifying reality of what her phone was saying and who those words came from had finally settled in.

OH. NO.

OH NO OH NO OH NO!!! THAT'S WHERE IT IS?!

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Of course she knew that Lammek would be discreet about it, they were both on the same page about all of this, but OHGOD... MASAYO?! HOW THE HECK DID HE FIND OUT?!

AND MASAYO WORKS FOR HIM?! THIS IS NEWS TO HER?!?!?

OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD!

WHAT DO?!

DAMAGE CONTROL! STAT! SHE NEEDED TO ANSWER HIM QUICKLY BEFORE HE CAME AND BUSTED DOWN HER DOOR FOR ANSWERS!

TA: [() ≡ *:･ﾟ✧ Masayo! Please Calm Down! TA: [() ≡ *:･ﾟ✧ I Have No Idea What You're Thinking Right Now, But I'm Sure We Can Talk About It! TA: [() ≡ *:･ﾟ✧ I Had No Idea He Was Your Boss!

#Anonymous #Rodisa #Masayo #Fantroll #OC #Guest #goldenguillotines #ask #long post

[crushpunchh]

for the fic ask game:

5, 11, 51, 72?

HELLOOO. thank you i need to get words out of my brain and unfortunately have nothing to say and also no motivation to write. ask games are PERFECT for this scenario. im putting this under a readmore cause i have 'never shut up' disease (good)

5: How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

ohgod dont even. get me started. its ridiculous. there are so many things sitting around in my folders. ummm well right now im mostly writing for toh so its that. im not really into Romantic shipping but i am deeply unwell about lilith clawthorne and everyone shes ever interacted with, as demonstrated by my entire blog.

so like theres 1 wip i have as in 'im actively working on it, I've made a commitment to it' BUT. then there's like. at least 10 different long-form things i started and never got around to. there's also 1 long-form thing i wanted to write with my grimwalker ocs but haven't gotten around to yet because of the complications of 38 different guys.

so MAINLY id say 3. c-s (calling it that in my notes don't question it), the one with my grimwalker ocs (it has a name but its difficult to explain so i wont right now), and also that human au textfic. i think I've mentioned it actually but what ever.

11: Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

oh i write them so very in order. i get confused if i don't. but it pisses me off because now i have to write ONE thing to get to ANOTHER thing but i don't want to write that part!!! but that's only if its like, a piece of a bigger thing. if its a oneshot RELATED to that thing, then ill write whenever in the timeline i please.

51: Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

eh. LITTOL bit. but thats just because of Me Reasons (voice of guy whose brain is just really weird about morals sometimes for no reason) if i could i would write pretty much the same stuff i like to read

it differs in the sense that i write way more lilith than i read i suppose? that's mostly because i trudge through the lilith tag on ao3 with a massive shovel and find like 1 or 2 things i actually like though. if people wrote more about her in the coven i would be THERE for it. im deeply irregular about her

72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

oh gof i have no idea. um hold on let me scour my comment section. okay well not like a compliment in particular but i get really happy when people find the same lines funny that i did when i was writing. hell yeah. my comedic genius knows no bounds

#response #crush.txt

[typicalrobotgirl5]

What was your turn off, disappointment with the way they wrote Robron after the reveal? In other words what make you unship them? (My wording is ridiculous but I hope you get my point)

Hullo, anon!  :)  Andthank you for the question.  I’m not oneof those people who is amazing at laying things out in a straightforward fashion (and also not someone who gets anon questions a lot),so I don’t know if my answer will be all that enlightening, but I’ll give it ashot!

I’m going to preface this by saying that I tend to secondguess myself when I’m being as critical of a show as I am here.  After this plot happened, I spent a lot oftime thinking whether I was being this negative purely because of the emotionalconnection I felt as a shipper, or whether I had a ‘legitimate’ gripe about howit was done.  SPOILER – it was both!

But before I go into the nitty gritty, I should say – I loveEmmerdale.  I still love and shipRobron.  Maybe I’ve had to take a stepback from the actual show…but that’s something that happens when you’re enoughof a dumbass to ship a soap couple :) Soaps burn through content – and nothing is off the table.  Which sometimes includes beloved powerhousesoap couples.

I get that.  I acceptit.  I still wish they hadn’t done thisparticular story…

OR, if they had done it…I wish they’d done it better.  

I think it comes down to one thing for me, ultimately, andthat is timing.  Cheating is such a soapstaple – it was bound to crop up eventually, especially when one of the charactersyou’re dealing with is Robert Sugden. And in fairness, just to mix it up, I could have seen the soap godspulling the ‘AARON is the one to cheat…because Robert is too busy scheming/notbeing there for him’ card at some point.

But that’s the thing. AT SOME POINT.  Not three weeksafter a wedding where Robert singles out that very issue and sincerely andexplicitly says, “Hey, I know you are worried that I am going to cheat onyou.  That is a thing that I promise youwill not happen.”

And then it ends up happening almost immediately after, andI feel like the surprise of the ‘shock twist!’ isn’t worth how much that priormoment and the build up to it, has been cheapened.  Because we were clearly meant to invest inRobert and Aaron, to believe and root for them. We’d BEEN rooting for them for the entire year.  And then all of that was hastily thrown outthree weeks later.  

Okay, it’s a stressful three weeks.  But it’s still too short a time to reach thatbreaking point that makes me ‘understand’ why the ONS happened.  I feel like it underlines how flimsily thisthing was constructed.  That fight – theone that tips Robert over the edge?  Forme, that wasn’t ‘enough’ to explain what happened next.  Maybe if the story was longer, and we’d beenwatching Aaron and Robert deal with this stuff for months…I might have beenable to see it.  But the time frame wastoo short for it to build to that kind of impact.  

Basically you can’t have a character who passionately swearshis fidelity (and who we are meant to believe is sincere) go back on that inless than a month without having that damage the character and therelationship.  I really thought they weredoing this so that the inevitable ‘Rebecca comforts Robert’ moment could end withRobert definitively choosing to be faithful. Even the other way that could possibly play out – ‘Rebecca comfortsRobert and he makes a pass but she turns him down’…I thought that wouldn’t makeas much sense, because even if it strengthened Rebecca as a character, it put aquestion mark over Robert’s vows.  THATHE JUST MADE.

Sigh. 

Also, it’s not that I feel Robert should be exempted from acheating storyline just because he’d come out as bisexual…but.  That moment was really important to a lot ofpeople.  And still pretty fresh.  And then ED had him cheat pretty muchimmediately.  I just feel like no-oneeven stopped to consider the optics, until Maxine Alderton had Robert do somedamage control by flat out stating, “I didn’t cheat because I’m bisexual.”  

Because yeah, everyone cheats in Emmerdale…but not everyonecheats three weeks after exchanging vows, and shortly after coming out onscreenas one-of-those-bisexuals-you-know-the-ones-who-CAN’T-stay-faithful.

So the timing didn’t gel for me within the story – and thenit didn’t gel for me outside of the story, either.  Because as a viewer, it was TOO MUCH.  I’d been there with Aaron through an enormousamount of trauma – I was already reaching breaking point because I thought theprison sentence was needlessly cruel. There was just no LET-UP for the character or the audience.  We’d gone through Gordon, and the trial, andLiv (who I love, but was also definitely an obstacle for Robron), and theconstant destabilising effect of Rebecca. Yeah, okay, we got a perfect wedding…AND THEN PRISON IMMEDIATELYAFTERWARDS.

That is A LOT.  And itfelt – thankless.  This character hadgone through SO MUCH SHIT in a short space of time, he needed some joy andlight to balance it out.  And frankly, SODID VIEWERS.  Just a BREAK in thatrelentless misery-go-round.  

But instead, on top of everything else, Aaron got ashort-lived spice addiction and a ‘can I accept my husband’s child, and raiseit with him and the woman who makes me feel incredibly insecure?’ plot.  It felt like everything was twisted formaximum cruelty.  And I honestly, didn’twant to watch.  It was a turn off.  

And since then…it’s all been very confusingly handled.  Clearly, ED want Aaron and Robert ‘intact’ insome way, because they’re not doing the ‘Robert is drawn to the mother of hischild’ storyline that would pretty much be a given under these soapcircumstances.  Also, they ‘softened’ theONS by having Robert drinking that night (I don’t think we were meant to seeRebecca as ‘taking advantage’ but it was a kind of ‘Robert mightn’t have donethis if he’d been completely sober’ additional mitigating circumstance).  As well as all the reassurance that Aaron andRobert will be together and that there will be a second wedding.

And I guess I just don’t see the point?  As a shipper, yeah, I like that ED are goingto such stupidly ridiculous lengths to posit Robert/Aaron as THE ONLY TRUE LOVESTORY, MFEO, SOULMATES…but why bother breaking them up in the first place then,if you didn’t want to treat them like any other couple?  If it was just to bring in a baby for Robron,there were less clichéd ways of doing it.

And they seem so squeamish about actually exploiting theshitty situation they’ve created for drama! Since the breakup, all the baby plot has done is force Robert back ontothe endless hamster wheel of scheming for Home Farm (…why??  Does he even know???).  Robert hasn’t been torn between Aaron andRebecca/baby, and Rebecca…Rebecca hasn’t struggled with anything other than frequentbathroom breaks.  She’s seemingly cool whether Robert is involved or not, andhas no objections to Aaron being a third parent.  Or not. She’s cool with every eventuality!

Like, ED broke these characters up to give this woman, thiswoman out of all others, a baby.  Iactually find it immensely frustrating that she doesn’t have a POV onANYTHING.    I feel like I know less about her than when shefirst appeared.  Then, I found ittiresome that she was constantly coming between Robert and Aaron, but at leastflighty, charming, schemer-who-is-not-as-tough-as-she-thinks-she-is Ibiza DJwith sister issues is an actual CHARACTER. I didn’t like that she was ALWAYS in the middle of Robron – or that shewas retconning Chrobert, but I kind of liked HER.  I found her interesting, anyway.   Thatscene where she’s on the floor without her shoes and crying – I genuinely feltfor her, in spite of her flaws, and in spite of my own investment in Robert/Aaron.

As Rebecca is now, she’s a blameless victim, but she’s also notinteresting.  The very least this storylinecould have done is deepen her as a character. But there’s nothing to push against with her – Robert can’t schemeagainst her because she’s too innocent. So the fun of that goes to Chrissie. Vic just supported Rebecca unconditionally from the first, so theaudience doesn’t invest in watching those two characters develop arelationship.  If ED had to break upRobron due to Rebecca, shouldn’t Rebecca MATTER?  It’s like ED is so afraid of any backlash, shecan’t be important in her own pregnancy plot.

Honestly, I feel like no matter how it ends, this plot hasdone a disservice to all the characters – it made Robert look weak, and givenAaron more misery (JUST WHAT HE NEEDED), and even Rebecca, who had the most togain in terms of character development…has reverted instead into just some dupewith a womb.   And I feel like they all deserved better thanthat.  And so did the audience.  

…but I love Emmerdale :)

No, genuinely.  It’s asoap, and soaps have limitations – and I try to respect that.  There are going to be highs and lows in anycharacter’s storyline (like HITMEN, and GRAIN SILOS, and people dangling otherpeople off VIADUCTS because of school projects??), and the fact that ED havemade me care so much speaks to how well the storyliners, writers and actorshave done their jobs.  Robron has thekind of backing as a ship that soaps don’t usually get – and I think IainMcLeod genuinely cares about them, and you can tell.  I love a lot of what he and ED do, and I hopethat comes through any negativity, because underneath it, I have been incrediblyinspired by what has been put on my screen. And that comes from love.

…but I still wish they hadn’t done this particular story…

OR, if they had done it…I wish they’d done it better. 

#ohgod this is so many words #why are there so many words??? #anon is sorry s/he asked #i can't believe it took me years to write my thesis #i could have banged that out in a week

[dailytatsu]

Omg your chaos god reader is so good!! What do you think happens after the fight with childe??

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Ohgod, I just found this on the asks, sorry,,,

First of all, thank u! I’m really glad that you enjoyed the hc!

And answering to this question, I can’t really tell. Since reader could avoid Childe easily it’s probably that he never got his revenge. But there’s an anon who also requested me to them to be friends, soo…

If the situation somehow turns into a redemption arc for both (Childe and Reader) probably there would be a lot of wounds to be healed. Most because Tartaglia’s presence reminds Reader that in any moment they could lose control and destroy everything, but after a while they probably accepted Childe’s personality and -maybe- helps him to training now and then. This would end with Reader holding themselves in battle because of the fear of hurting Ajax for real.

Still I think they wouldn’t get along a lot. Reader has a lot of respect for the other deities, from Archons to Celestia, and hearing daily a human about how he would defeat every single one of them could be really triggering-

I think it’s better for both to not be near each other, or at least they could try to apologize with Zhongli as a mediator.

If somebody has an own interpretation for Chaos Reader and Childe dynamic feel free to share it! I’m really curious about this now.

Maybe I end with this conclusion because I don’t like Tartaglia at all. I have no idea (。-∀-)

chaos reader & gi characters hc

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Running back to the house at the end of the street like a scared child, but this time it was in the middle of the night and finding the entrance through the only window that Zhongli left open daily for them to enter.

The man found them inside his home, completely consumed by panic and terror. They didn’t let Zhongli's gloved hands reach their face after he asked what happened, instead they dropped to their knees, pleading for punishment for almost taking a mortal life, talking so fast and in such a terrified tone that many of the ornaments hanging on the walls fell one after another without control.

But just some words were needed to summon order in the place: ‘you aren’t the storm that destroys entire walls with only the will in search of a tragedy, but the breeze that cries for the coming disaster, the same that alerts and gives the world time to prepare themselves.’

And, with that, the land found peace once again.

#submission #genshin fic #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x y/n #childe #genshin zhongli #tartagalia x reader

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #2: One Heck of a Twist: Mirio Togata

In which Mirio experiences two new things in the same night. 

Characters: Mirio Togata x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), aged up characters, oral sex (f-receiving), strong language, mirio being an absolute ray of sunshine, spoilers for The Empire Strikes Back

Notes: Congratulations! You survived day one! Welcome to day two of Kinktober 2020. Allow me to introduce you to my absolute favourite character to write. Seriously. Count how many times his name appears on my Kinktober masterlist. It’s a problem. Both characters are adults, even if they’re schmucks. 

Today’s prompt is ‘Eating Out.’ Bon appetit!

“I can’t believe you never knew that Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker’s father!”

Your exclamation is almost loud enough to draw looks from the rest of the crowd as you filter out of the movie theatre into the damp evening. The city’s glazed by a sheen of rainfall, but it’s as fine as mist and the chill is welcome against your theatre-warmed cheeks.

After finding out that Mirio had never seen Star Wars, you took it upon yourself to show him the original. And when he liked it, you found an independent theatre downtown showing a rerun of The Empire Strikes Back and made a date of it.

“How could I have?” He defends, grabbing your hand so you know he’s keeping it playful. “I’ve never seen it before.”

His hand is as warm and strong as ever, and you feel as safe holding onto it as you might if you were wrapped in his arms.

“Even so,” you continue, “that’s, like… the most common piece of movie trivia knowledge on the planet. How long have you been on this Earth for? And how long has Star Wars been on this Earth for?”

“Well, I know now,” he chuckles, tugging you a little closer by the hand as your shoulders bump. “And it was one heck of a twist.”

This whole holding-hands-in-public thing is kind of new to you, and you’re not quite past the butterflies stage. Then again, you’re pretty sure you’re never going to get past the butterflies stage with Mirio. He’s warm and masculine, funny and charming, but so kind it hurts sometimes. You’ve already been dating a couple of months and he still manages to surprise you all the time.

Take tonight, for instance.

“You must be the king of avoiding spoilers,” you tease, nudging his shoulder with yours again and feeling warm and fulfilled when your bodies connect.

You chat quietly the rest of the way home, walking close to ward off frost in the early fall darkness. For a romance that blossomed in the heat of midsummer, the two of you are weathering the changing seasons smoothly. Then again, you’re pretty sure nothing could ruin him for you at this point.

Silence settles coyly between you as the door of your apartment building draws closer. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d spent the night, but it was the first time you’d actually planned it in advance. The rush of nerves you first got when he showed up with an overnight bag is as fresh as ever, and by the time you get your keys out there’s heat creeping down your neck.

He stops you on the landing with a hand on your arm.

“Hey,” he rumbles, and when you turn back to him he’s standing a couple of steps down from you. He tugs you gently toward the edge of the landing and kisses you so soft it makes your toes curl. These days, every kiss feels like the first one all over again and you let your palms rest against his chest, falling into him.

“Let’s go inside,” you whisper once you’ve pulled away, pushing your forehead forward against his. You can feel the way his chest rumbles with his chuckle and you grin, push off his chest and grab his arm. You make it up the second flight of stairs in record time and he slips his arms around you from behind as you fish for the right key.

He changes gears seamlessly- shifting from sparkling eyes and sunny chuckles to pushing you inside and easily against the nearest wall, kicking the door shut and towering over you.

You ask yourself who the hell you were in your past life to earn this.

“I wanna try something with you,” he mumbles as he draws his nose tenderly up the side of your neck- just a little chilled against your warm skin. You shiver, hard, and you’re pretty sure you would agree to anything right about now.

“Okay,” you answer dumbly.

He responds in kind, slipping his hands under your denim-clad thighs and picking you up effortlessly- so fucking strong. You reward him by cupping his cheeks and kissing him silly while he feels his way into your bedroom, toppling forward onto the bed with you and caging you in until you force your mouth from his, breathless and gasping.

“First things first,” he says, drawing back. He unlaces your boots and lovingly pulls them off, taking your socks with him. He toes out of his own shoes and then he’s on top of you again. His weight and warmth is a world of its own, all-encompassing and complete.

His shadow passes over you, but instead of your lips he goes for your neck, sliding one knee between your thighs as he lets his mouth wander.

He’s already pushing you out of your jacket and nudging the neckline of your sweater down with his chin to nibble at your collar bone. You whimper, shoving your hands into the folds of his coat and wedging it off his shoulders, and he rears back in kind to shrug it off.

Mirio slips his hand up the side of your thigh, fingers just brushing your waistband. He hesitates for a minute, then pulls away again with a bashful expression in the dim light.

“My hands are pretty cold,” he admits. He blows sheepishly into his palms and rubs them back and forth a few times, then presses one to the crook of his neck. He bites his lip, thinking, then he’s on you again.

“Much better,” he purrs, and this time he’s not shy about sliding his fingers under your sweater, dancing them up your ribcage and selfishly thumbing the side of your bra. He uses his elbow to push the hem of your sweater up a little and his face finds home in your neck again.

“Can I?” He mumbles and you melt all over again.

“Go ahead.”

Your sweater comes off in a swath of cotton-blend, and he’s still wearing a t-shirt but you can feel the warmth of his body as he gathers you back into his arms. You’re so in love. So in love. So in love. It’s becoming a real problem.

“You’re so pretty,” he groans, and you giggle, slotting your hips as casually as you can against his. His body stutters against yours and his next breath comes out shaky.

Incredible.

“You said you wanted to try something,” you mumble. He’s holding you so close that your lips brush his hair as you speak, and you nuzzle a little deeper into the blonde mess. Happy to muss its perfect style.

“Right.” He jumps and pulls back, bracing himself on one arm to look down at you with the moon in his eyes. He grins, wolfishly, and suddenly your nerves are spiking again.

“Lemme go down on you.”

Your chest lurches. Hard. For a solid few seconds you don’t say anything, circulating the words inside your head to make sure they mean what you think they mean.

You hear the quiet echo of your name fall from his lips, and when your gaze re-focuses he’s peering down at you with such concern that you wonder if you’ve done something wrong.

“I… uh. Really?”

He laughs. Your cheeks go hot.

“Yeah, really.” He peeks up at you through heavy lids and if you weren’t already horizontal you might have swooned. “Been thinking about it a lot.”

“Okay.” You’ve gone dumb with shock, but he’s picking up the slack, kissing across your cheekbone and digging his thumb into the waistband of your jeans. He flicks the button open smoothly and drags down the fly. You plant your feet and he wiggles them off, grabbing the strap of your black underwear and tugging that down, too.

“Oh-kay,” you sigh again, fumbling with the clasp of your bra as he gets on his belly and slides his hands under your thighs. You push that last garment away and then you’re bare and his breath is there and it sends goosebumps racing straight up your arms and spine.

“God, you’re even prettier down here.” There’s no scrap of innocent charm left in his voice anymore. It’s all raspy baritones and husked little quips from here on out. He hooks one thigh over an elbow, dragging his fingertips over your hip before circling a thumb against your clit. It’s not much, but you’re drowning in him. You were ready to go by the time he got your jacket off.

“F-uck,” you stutter and your upper body gives out, your shoulders and head diving into the pillows behind you. He lowers his head and noses playfully at your thigh. You feel him smiling against you. Then he turns his gaze and just looks at you.

“Lemme taste you, princess.”

Then he licks.

“God,” you sigh, and where he was smiling against your thigh before, you feel him smile against your slit. He does it again, only this time he groans into you- letting the sound vibrate through his chest and all the way down to the tips of your toes. Your back arches clean off the bed and your thighs twitch. He digs his fingers into them, keeping you still.

“Keep going,” you urge, just in case he wasn’t abundantly sure that you were enjoying this, and he takes the note in stride. He settles into an eager rhythm, drawing his tongue up your slit a few more times before his tongue settles over your clit. If it was tender before it’s electric now, the easy flicks and swipes making you dig your feet into the mattress and slide your fingers into his hair.

Both hands comb through the gelled strands as you bite your lip hard and try to figure out what you’re going to do with all this pleasure. Your hips buck smoothly into his face as he keeps a steady pace, and your eyes are screwed shut but you know he’s watching.

His tongue swipes the right spot at the right time and your breathy little sighs shift from heady and high to guttural and clear, and there’s no way you’re holding back when it turns out he’s pretty fucking good at this.

“O-ohgod – there!”

You feel him pause for a heartbeat, but he’s quickly refocusing, repositioning to take the same angle as before. And where he swiped once he’s suddenly laving again and again, and his arms tighten around your thighs and it’s going to be tight but you’re getting there.

“More,” you plead. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Right there. There, there, there, y-“

You babble, but as soon as it hits you the sound dies in your throat. Your climax tips over like spilled wine and everything goes white while waves of pleasure wash over you. You’re pretty sure you’re grabbing his hair and pulling hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind, gathering you in his arms and holding you tight, licking you over and over until you’re squirming underneath him, pushing his head away with a whimper.

Your eyes shift open. The clouds part. He sits up slowly, licking his lips as he eases into your field of view. There are waves of absolute bliss lapping at your extremities and you do not miss the way he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, sending a fresh throb of arousal straight through your spent body.

“So?”

He breaks the silence as he settles onto his side beside you, resting a hand on the column of your belly.

“So?” You laugh loosely. “When were you gonna tell me that your mouth’s good for more than just talking?”

He’s laughing again and nuzzling you, so loving and tender you might almost forget how thoroughly he just rocked your world.

“I thought it’d be better to show you.”

You turn your head and kiss him. He groans- you’re not shy about tasting yourself- and you roll over, dragging your palm down the front of his shirt. He’s a confident shit when you’re putty in his hands, but irresistibly adorable as soon as the ball’s in your court. You can’t wait.

“In that case,” you growl between kisses, “I think it’s my turn to show you something.”

#my hero academia #mirio x reader #kinktober #jbbKinktober2020 #mirio togata #kinktober 2020 #mirio togata x reader #mirio fanfiction #mirio x you #gnomewrites

[segernatural]

My notes on the finale:

THE DOGGGG

jared runs so funny ahah

This regular life is killing my soul

DO WE NEED TO SEE SHEET FOLDING FOR SO LONG IN THE FINALE

Why does dean look fine

Why are they both fine,,,,

Im so so confused

Ok thats the crying line

What is this fucking universe

"Sad sam" UH

CAS MENTION

DEAN WH

WHAT

????

U

U ARENT MOURNING

hey look its us, clown masks and all

Is that tree really just a tree

Ok the special effects are killing me

Commercial break 1

Not a mime,,,?

Why the outfit change

Lol the lil knife

"If those kids are dead he's gonna use a spoon" wHat even is this show i--

b a r n

"Erotic fantasy" line @ the barn

What is this alternate universe shit i--

No mention of Eileen even???

Commercial break 2

What does this have to do with anything??

Ok deans face while being grabbed--i wheezed

who is this

jenny? Ohgod this is bad for me i havent seen this show

"Hey dean" shut up

Thank u sam i needed her dead. But what was the purpose of that flashback? Her head got cut off /immediately/

Dean stuck in the barn?????

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

IS DEAN DYING?? WHAT

IS THIS GONNA MONOLOGUE

DEAN DIES IN A BARN BC OF FARM EQUIPMENT???

THAT LINE AA

if he mentions cas imma scream

ITS ONLY BEEN 30 MIN

ok thats gonna make me cry

This doesnt feel right at all

This context is lost on me f

Ok sweet bro moment but like uh cas used to be around for a bit

WHAT IS THE NEXT 30 MIN GON BE

IM SO FUCKING LOST

U COULDNT SAY THAT TO CAS U MOTHER FUCKER

im sorry the tears are flowing for them but i'm just so fuckin lost

Ok wrong forehead touch i'm sueing.

Commercial break 3

Ok sam and the dog

Im just so fukin lost?-?-?-?

i feel so cheated i--

Show me them at least together u cowards

I was so certain of so many things

Ok yes dean is gone dont accept it get him back and cas too

The table :((((

If this ends with him just leaving the bunker imma be *pissed*

'Every man has to die' shut up song

Literally no dialogue yet and its been 3 min

Ok first word was consoling the dog

Phone,,,call...??

Bee is panic messaging me i can hear it

Who's calling---

Ok literally no one important.

Ok thats sad i'm sorry Sam that i literally cannot even. This feels final like he aint returning.

Ok but,,, what is the next scene-

Commercial break 4

Uhhh--- dean?

Findcasfindcasfindcas

Caspleasecasplease

Ok if dean wanted to die maybe to see cas-- maybe itll be forgiven a bit,,,

'Every one together' cascascas

Cascascas pls

'Its the heaven u deserve' wheres cas-- please--

CAS HELPED

'Almost perfect' "he'll be along" oh im clowning i thought he meant cas but its sam,,

'What are u gonna do now dean' cas pls

WAIT IS CAS GONNA BE IN A FIELD

literally that is my only thought

The lighting makes sense, he's alone,,,

Cmon

Please

NO

The song--

Ok sams son dean but no reference to eileen????

Is that her in the back not even visible

Who wanted this ending

I feel so like. Bad.

He's gonna die in the impala? Show up beside dean?  No ok he grows old literally no mention of anything

This episode is so fuckin quiet??? Theres been barely any dialogue

I feel so fucking bad for the cast. Because the fans are not gonna be happy. They both die. Dean to a rusty nail in a barn. Sam old. No cas. The fans are gonna eat them alive at their panel.

Oh god bee's messaging me they're gonna be so upset.

Dont throw the word empty at me now, show. U don't fucking get to do that.

Yeah sam's there yeah i know but this was fuckin bad.

Why was this like. Worse. Than we thought it could have been. How did 20 make 19 look like. The same.

Oh so they're talking to us now???

FAN SUPPORT yeah the fans are gonna eat u alive this weekend

End notes:

So uh. It went badly.

I'm so fucking sorry for anyone/everyone invested in this show. You deserved better. Do what you can to be okay.

#char speaks #spn #spn spoilers #supernatural spoilers #supernatural #15x20 #destiel

[sunseteyes]

ghfjfefh omg guys thank u for so many followers! i think i'm gonna do an event, i'll update u guys soon on it! ☺️ (YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS ISN'T A GOOD IMPRESSION)

Djdjjdjdjjddh I DONT BLANTANTLY SAY THE WORD FOLLOWERS BUT THE SECOND SENTENCE GOT ME- xjdjsjhs PLUS THE KEYBOARD SMASH OHGOD

—IMPERSONATE ME IN MY INBOX I WANNA SEE WHAT YOU GUYS RETAIN FROM ALL MY SHITTY POSTS

#🎟.roze’s audience #🎫.vip: samira #🎰.roze’s midnight games

[aviatrickss]

a fic about bruce throwing that batarang into jason's throat in utrh would be nice, we never got to see the aftermath of it! and if alfred found out it could be really cool to see his reaction!

ANON I’M LOVE YOU!!!! (sorry there wasn’t really any Alfred, my mind kind of ran away with me on this one)  I could write a whole essay about this moment and how it could have gone down, but instead have this lil fic about how Bruce really really really should have gone to therapy :)

TW: panic attacks (based on my own experiences), violence

The thing about panic attacks is that they don’t change.

A panic attack is not a drug or alcohol or anything you can build a tolerance to.  A panic attack is not swimming or riding a bike or something that can be learned.  Every time is like the first, as lungs stutter and thoughts run together and your heart beats a staccato, frantic rhythm.  

Bruce Wayne knows this.  He knows it because he was nine and had to withdraw from school for the first time because he couldn’t hear a door slam without breaking out into tears.  He knows it because he was fourteen and storming out of Leslie Thompkins’ clinic because I don’t need therapy I’m not broken only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the sound of gunfire down the street.  He knows it because he was nineteen and Zatara rubbed circles in his back and told him that no one handles their first drowning very well and the sound of pearls hitting water kept echoing in his ears.  He knows it because he was twenty-two and Ra’s al Ghul shoved a sword into his shoulder and snarled that he had to be better but he couldn’t catch his breath and oh God, he wanted to be better.

But this, Bruce thinks, as the ground tilts under his feet and his eyes narrow in on the gun gun gungungun, this is the same and yet so much worse.

Jason’s voice (so different from when he last heard it the way he read books out loud at the kitchen counter the school musical when he was twelve) sounds distorted in his ears or maybe it’s the rain outside and Jason(‘s hands are curled around the gun the gun that’s pressed against the Joker’s head and dull black metal glints as the hammer cocks back and he hates guns he hates them) says, “You have to decide- it’s him or me!”

The Joker (the gun) is laughing and some part of Bruce’s mind is (the gun) thinking back to the darkest of days, when he couldn’t sleep because (the gun) he was trying to think of a plan, something, anything to get Jason back.  I would do anything - how many times had he whispered those words to a silent glass case, an empty domino mask glaring down at him?

And now (the gun) the universe seems to be laughing alongside the clown.

Would you do this?  Would you do this?

“Jason,” he manages to say, softly (because Jason has always scared easier than his other boys because this is Jason who he lost and mourned and failed because this is Jason, his son).

“Decide!” 

Bruce will never fully remember what happens next.  No matter how many nights he spends hunched over his desk, pulling at his hair, straining until his head feels like it’s going to explode, he will never remember entirely except that it’s his fault.  It’s his fault and he can’t even hold himself accountable because all he has are snapshots, moments frozen in time forever because little Brucie Wayne never got over his trauma and his brain goes into a meltdown when he sees that gungungun in his dead son’s hand.

This is Jason, bigger than he remembers but blurred almost to the point of anonymity because even in Bruce’s memory there is only the gun, black and hateful and a finger tightening on the trigger.  

This is the Joker, laughing even as blood streams down his face, even as the gun jams into his temple, and why, why did his mind latch onto this memory when so much of the rest is a wash?  How can he devote any more gray matter to the man who murdered Jason (his son his son)?  How can he?

This is Batman, the boogeyman that Bruce built on the bare bones of what happened in Crime Alley until he had someone who could protect (him) Gotham from ever being hurt again.  This is Batman who spent years and years and so much of his soul to learn how to react faster, to overcome what the mind and body cannot, to stifle Bruce Wayne because sometimes he couldn’t do what needed to be done.

This is the batarang, polished metal and deadly razor edges, cutting through the air in a fraction of a second to end (gungungun) the (no that’s Jason that’s JASON) threat.

This is Bruce Wayne, breathless and choking and losing his mind because none of this is right, he would do anything, that’s his son that’s his SON and there is no way to break to the surface there is no way to get this right because Jason is red-raw pain that burns so bright hurts so bad and he needs Bruce he needs his dad but there’s a (the gun) he has a (the gun) Bruce cannot get past the (the gun) and that’s what he needs Batman for but Batman is-

One batarang, flying through the air.

(This is Bruce Wayne’s family falling down in front of him and there’s nothing he can do.)

There is a timer clicking down to zero.  There is an explosion.

(He thinks he tried to cover Jason.  If he prayed, if he was the sort of man who could pray, he would spend the rest of his nights on his knees praying that he had tried to save Jason.)

Somehow, in the rubble, in the dust and ash, he finds his lungs again.  His vision clears and the deafness brought on by the blast somehow clears his mind.  He is himself again and it’s too late it’s too late it’s too late.

“Master Bruce?” Alfred’s voice somehow breaks through the silence and how long has it been anyway?  “Sir, a bomb just went off at your location.  Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Batman says.  “I’m fine, I’m…”

He starts moving through the rubble because ohgod Jason was in the building with him.  Jason was in the building with him and a bomb went off and someone had hurt Jason and that someone wore a black gauntlet threw with inhuman accuracy didn’t know that he would do anything.

(This is the Red Hood, nineteen days later, with a gun in his hand and a scar wrapped around his throat from the person who loves him most.)

#anon i owe you my life #send more prompts :D #trix-fix #bruce wayne #jason todd #fic #text #angst

[kny-imagines]

requests are open!

hello fellow e-girls, e-boys and e-diots!

i do:

- headcanons (personally the most fun to write hehe)

- scenarios

- imagines

for the characters from kimetsu no yaiba! i read the manga, but some characters have so little information about them, so i might not be able to write for all of them :(. i‘ll try my best tho!

r u l e s :

- no nsfw! i just feel uncomfortable writing it,,,

- ohgod please no incest, pedophilia, or rape,,, i mean it.

- i don‘t write yanderes or cheating! both make me feel uncomfortable in their own ways.

- please try to be specific when it comes to requests! (e.g. “tanjiro as a younger brother” is much easier to write for than “tanjiro headcanons!)

- au!s are very very welcome!

- don’t be rude! we have so many words to use in the english language, so i believe everyone should be able to articulate themselves accordingly.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kny imagines #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #about #rules

[kvltprince]

@omniblacklight asked me to do  5 8 9 and 16 and tumblr ate the ask before i finished the ask i was working on.

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Lucy: normally he wears his terrible rag-wrap skirt and tanktop thing, depending he will go slightly more disciple like for daily wear, or start piling on scarves/opt for the nuka jumpsuit in all its obnoxiousness it is still less “hi i am a raider” if he is playing nicely and the weather is appropriate. Dressing nicely is probably an operator outfit, hair down, smelling of hubflowers or something.

Austin: Those work overalls with the duct tape. Probably the triggerman outfit or something? 

Roland: Wanderer duster or Ulysses’ duster, His Hat. Something that buttons up - probably also a triggerman outfit in all honesty, he looks good in operator outfits but thas too dressy for him.

Charlie: Leather jacket and jeans. Suit jacket and slacks, something with a blue tie probably

Annamarie: cropped leather studded jacket/tight pants or wrapped outfit. Either a super cute bright Summer Dress, or a black sequin dress.

Jereldo: Whatever he finds, honestly. Vaguely still tends toward leather jacket and jeans when it is an option and while among raiders, opts to be covered more than that otherwise. Black suit or leather jacket with something decent under it. Depending he will wear Benny’s suit (with black stuff under it) - he CAN dress himself he just chooses not to.

Phil: Buttonups/slacks/labcoat usually, not averse to the vault suit or whatever else. A black suit probably with a blue shirt perfectly matching his eyes and a silver tie.

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

(i dont really have voice claims for my ocs, but i might actually come across them more... i dont really listen to people a ton because i dont hear the best)

Lucy: Easy to talk to, rolls with forgetting words. Speed/volume/amount of flowery/symbolism/disjointedness is very reliant on his mental state. His voice is fairly smooth and generally he is soft spoken until he gets real wound up in some topic. 

Austin: She is talkative unless she is scavving somewhere semi dangerous or something like that. Bright and a little raspy from too much dust and repairs over the years.

Roland: Talkative really only when drinking, a bit deeper than you would expect from his small frame and more rough from the drinking and radiation over the years in his travels. 

Charlie: not very talkative, nice to listen to, clear deep voice, slightly Appalachian accent (best laugh of the ocs possibly)

Annamarie: Selectively chatty (good company or chems/alcohol will help that out, shes not actually adjusting to the wasteland well), easy to talk to once she does talk, less honeyed seeming than default nora when trying to get people to play nicely still nice to listen to.

Jereldo: The usual ghoul gravelyness. His speech patterns are fairly smooth and nearly melodic otherwise though. 

Phil: Default Nate but pitch adjusted down a bit and a little bit untrustworthy, but that charisma makes you do the thing anyway. He is fine, and fun to talk to! Just, dont trust the raider boss head of the institute.

What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

Lucy: Comfy bed at Fizztop, too many blankets that are shoved off the bed most of the year, CoA bottles and candles over on a far side table and on the mannequins much to the disappointment of like, everyone. Bookshelves of random things and probably art supplies blocking the morning sun, different art and posters on the walls, the bar half remodeled for an outside kitchen. Cluttered everywhere.

Austin: She has a nice setup at the South End Red Rocket, her bedroom is an added on back room that has a comfy bed and a place for her cat (or mole rat depending on my playthrough), lots of shelves for things she has collected and nice lamps and rugs. The red rocket has a full setup of all that a tinkerer could ever dream of, and places for all of her favorite things to be displayed so her friends can see (and hopefully her pets will not steal)

Roland: He lives at the top of the lucky 38 with Niner and like 5 dogs that all have their favorite companion/s to be around the most, so really its fine and not so overkill. There are more games that the two of them have brought in and toys. The snow globes have been kept around, and the booze has been stocked a little more to their taste. Stash of chems left on tables because it is their space and who cares (in the commonwealth it isnt much different, pile of bears/moon monkies/buttercups as decorations, chems and booze decorate as clutter more than it should.)

Charlie: Codsworth has been instructed to leave the Stuff Chair alone (it is mostly just a spare change of clothes and another warmer jacket) comfortable bed, the dog shares the bed, fairly orderly. rest of the house has as much of the normal house things as he can find as soon as he can honestly. a bit sparse but he is still sorta getting the hang of this decorating thing.

Annamarie: She starts out with ‘whatever, good enough’ levels of bedroom and house and not much of a home base for quite a while. She will have a nicely made raider house once she gets her son and falls for Gage. 

Jereldo: when hes not slumming it with raiders When he settles down for any amount of time, it tends to be in places similar to the house of tomorrow with the obnoxious teal kitchen and cute little 2 bedrooms at most. Bedroom tends to be kept with drapes and string lights. Potted plants and a music player are a must for the living room, some art area set up somewhere generally or on the porch area.   

Phil: He prefers nice sheets and quilts and brings a lot of things to Fizztop and Sanctuary from the institute, fairly orderly overall and comfortable rugs in the bedroom. He clears out most things from his main living/working space, though things can get a bit cluttered/disheveled if hes working a lot. well lit. 

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

(ohgods really im not getting into this one tonight lol but it is a question i need to delve into one day)

#oc ask meme #oc answers #lucy grandchester #jereldo doesnt follow rules #phil is the overboss #annamarie sneaks everywhere #charlie rebuilds the commonwealth #roland is probably hungover #austin picks up everything #longpost

[spideythot]

Omega!Peter

(Because I can’t stop thinking about it)

~~***~~ This is just something short; I may continue it if y’all like it ~~***~~

There were other omegas on the Avengers team, but Peter was just a little bit different. Being underage he wasn’t technically an official Avenger, but Tony let him think he was. He didn’t spend too much time with the group as a whole though; too many alphas could be so overwhelming. And Peter was unmated, and his powers seemed to amplify his sweet, omega scent. He’d been jumped a few times - pinned to a wall and rutted against - by a couple of alphas. Sargeant Barnes explained that while under Hydra’s control he had been rewarded with drugged up omegas. Peter was hard to resist sometimes. The others didn’t really have an excuse. “You smell like a candy factory, kid,” they’d say, “What do you expect?”

Manners would be nice. Tony had never once jumped on him like he was a plaything - not that Peter didn’t fantasize about Mr. Stark knotting him... But Tony always managed to keep his cool around Peter. Even when it was so easy for Peter to slip into omega-space.

Peter tried not to fall into omega-space around the other Avengers, especially the other alphas and omegas. Around alphas, it could be dangerous, giving himself over to be completely obedient. Around the other omegas, well, they found it offensive. Omegas have fought so hard for equal rights and a lot of them believed omega-space was a show of weakness. Peter didn’t think that though. Omega-space was the place you went when you trusted an alpha enough to take complete care of you. Peter always found himself falling in and out of it around Mr. Stark.

It made sense, or at least Peter told himself it did. He trusted Tony with his life. And Mr. Stark, well, he was quite the attractive alpha. He’d never been caught by the alpha in omega-space before, always shaking himself out of a daze before he could embarrass himself. But now, it felt a little different.

Peter was a couple of days away from his heat cycle. Normally, he wouldn’t be around the Avengers’ mansion at all - too much contact with alphas could push him into an early heat - but Mr. Stark had asked him to help with some work in the lab. So Peter was sitting on a swivel chair, half-listening to Mr. Stark speak. He was distracted by the way the way Mr. Stark’s lips were moving, the way he rested his chin in between two fingers as he looked over their work, and his perfectly trimmed facial hair.

Peter wondered what it would be like to feel a beard like that on his skin. Mr. Stark was looking at him then, still talking but Peter just gazed into his eyes, his stormy, bright eyes, and heard nothing. Until Mr. Stark said, “Peter?”

His reply was instinctual and immediate, “Alpha.”

They both paused. Tony blinked at him, eyes widening with concern. Peter snapped back to reality, and blushed all the way up to his ears. “Ohmygosh!” He gasped, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark... I didn’t - I mean, I wasn’t - ohgod - I was just... sorry-“

“Kid, kid,” Tony held up his hands to stop Peter from rambling, “Relax, it’s okay. You can call me that if you want.”

Peter tilted his head. Had he heard that right? “You... want me to call you alpha?” He asked slowly.

“Well, I...” Tony hesitated, thinking, “I want you to be comfortable, and if that’s what it takes... I mean, it’s been a long time since anyone’s called me alpha, so...”

Peter let the air still between them. He could feel a familiar coil of warmth and arousal stirring inside him. Mr. Stark wanted him to be happy, to be taken care of. Peter could let Mr. Stark be his alpha. He got up off of his stool and moved closer to Tony. He gazed up at his mentor through his eyelashes.

“Is that what you want... alpha?” He asked, emphasizing the last word. “To have a good oma to take care of?”

Peter tentatively grasped at Tony’s arm. “I can be a good oma for you, alpha. Please.”

Tony was frozen, as Peter leaned up and pressed their mouths together. It was just a quick peck, but Tony held on to Peter when he tried to pull away. Tony’s hand were gripping Peter’s hips. “Do you know what you’re asking for?” He growled.

Peter nodded and pushed their hips together. “Please alpha,” he pleaded, “I’ll be good for you...”

Tony took the sight in. Peter’s eyes had glazed over, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he waited for Tony’s answer. He made aborted thrusts against Tony’s hips, desperately trying to control himself, and his sweet smell was quickly filling all the space around them.

“Oh yes, oma,” Tony purred into Peter’s ear. “You will be good.”

~~***~~ That’s it for now. Feel free to message me with other prompts and/or comments ~~***~~

#starker #peter x tony #peter and tony #au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #fanfic #wip

[headoverhiddles]

Business Hours - Matt Graver (Josh Brolin, Sicario) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You can't stand your fellow team member. The feeling is not mutual.

Notes: Hey everyone, here is the long awaited Sicario fic I promised! Don't worry, there will be another one coming, I'm going to see the sequel tonight, so expect another fic posted tomorrow (ft some Benicio 👀😍). Thank you all for continuing to read my stuff! Means a lot. 💜

Matt Graver.

Even thinking the name makes you want to punch something. Preferably the man himself, but the entitled asswad was nowhere near you right now; probably asleep, as you should be. You had been out drinking last night to forget the shit you saw crossing the border. You were somewhat used to it. Make no mistake, it was a good call to volunteer you instead of your sister, Kate-- you're ex military, turned DEA, and a little more used to blurring the code of conduct under heat than she is. This being said, it was a little tough to see dismembered bodies strung up from every bridge, when all you're used to seeing is packs of cocaine. You think back to your preliminary debrief.

"So. DEA, huh?" Matt nodded, tossing your file down. "DOD myself. We go together like that..." he links his two pinky fingers together, and flashes you a smile. You look away from him."

Hitting the button on the kettle, you hoist yourself up on the counter, rolling your neck.

After that exchange at the debriefing, he had found you again, donning a pair of slacks and some lovely green crocs.

"Ready for some action tomorrow?" he grinned, and you hesitated.

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh, did no one tell you?" he asked boredly, popping in some gum, "We're moving out tomorrow instead of next Tuesday, so pack your stuff."

"Thanks," you grit out, and he comes up to you, staring you straight in the eye. He's only inches away at this point, and you clench your jaw. He just gives you that smug smile.

"No problem." He looks you up and down. "If you need a little help packing up, call me."

"Like I'm going to let you go through my panty drawer, asshole," you shoot back.

"Man, you're crushing my dreams here, (y/l/n)!"

You were rarely ruffled, but his blatant disregard for convention disarmed you. Reminded you a little of... well, you. You swirl the tea bag around in your mug.

"You married?"

You shake your head. "Never had the chance."

"Well yeah, would've been surprised if you said yes. How old're you, anyway?"

"27."

He grins. "Yep. Young and sweet."

You snort. "Everyone who's called me innocent in the past has learned quickly."

"I don't doubt it," he nods, "Chill out. I don't intend to make that mistake."

A knock at your door wakes you from your thoughts. You walk over, and peer through the eyehole to see the man himself, Matt Graver, standing in your doorway with his usual button up, slacks, and flip flops.

"What?" you crack the door open in exasperation.

"Morning, sunshine," he says, checking his 2AM watch time.

"Graver, I'm not in the mood, I've got the daddy of all fucking hangovers," you mutter, and he hums, coming in and sitting down with that shit eating grin.

"Say that again."

You frown, and lock the door. "What?"

"Daddy," he smirks, and you flip him off, pouring some chamomile tea.

"Would you like some tea, Matt? Thanks, I'd love some, (y/n)," he feigns, raising his eyebrows at you, and you resist the smile twitching at your lips, turning away so he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing it.

"This is my last tea bag," you grumble.

"All the better to share with the guest," he says, and you sigh, pouring him a mug and setting it down in front of him with a punctuated thump. Joining him at the table, you shrug.

"So? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Matt leans back, and you try not to let yourself look down at the bulge he's got in those cargo pants. The fucker probably goes commando, which was even worse with someone that... gifted. He tilts his head at your question. "Eh. Thought I'd drop by."

"Uh huh?" you nod, "Business hours are tomorrow. Like I said, I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, alright, shit," he chuckles, "You take no prisoners. Here. Came to give you this." He slides a manilla folder across the table, and you go to open it. He puts a hand over yours. "Wait until I'm gone to read it. Then I can deal with all your annoying questions tomorrow."

"Annoying questions?" you repeat.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't ask such annoying questions if you didn't give me such an annoying answers," you retort, and look down. His hand is still on top of yours. He notices that you've noticed, and slowly removes it, not without that smirk.

"What did you do before you became DEA?"

"I've always been DEA."

"Nah, I think you're just a private person. C'mon... I'm curious."

You take a deep breath, and give up. "I served in the army."

He sobers up. "Where?"

"Iraq. Like my sister's partner."

"I respect that. I respect you, contrary to what you probably believe."

You scoff, taking a sip of your tea. "I believe you respect very few people, Mr. Graver."

"Keen guess, and you're one of 'em."

You look up at him over your cup, and can't help but believe his honest eyes... and the way he's looking at you--

God, the tension between you two has been killer since you met. It seemed as if even the others had begun to notice. It's just his confidence, his carefree attitude, the ease with which he does his job. You wouldn't call it graceful, but you would call it smart.

"What're you thinking about?" he asks softly.

"You."

He's surprised at the straightforward answer. "Really?"

"I don't know what to make of you. You're a mystery to me, yet you're the least mysterious person on this god damn team. I hate mysteries, Graver."

"I don't think you've seen many guys like me. That's all," he says, "Guys who nail the whole, maximum results, minimum effort deal."

"But I can't figure something out," you mutter, pushing your cup away in frustration. Does he like you, or does he just like to play?

"You're wondering if I was pulling all that flirty stuff outta my ass," he nods, chuckling. You bite your lip at the deep sound, and rub a hand over your eyes. "Well... truth is, no. It wasn't all bullshit." He sits forward. "I think you're a fuckin knock out, and I wanna have you on every surface of this room. There, boom. The truth is out." He puts his hands behind his head. "Like I said. If you need help, I'm always here."

You blink at him, then slide forward to press your lips to his. He warmly reciprocates, putting his large hand behind your head to keep you there, and using the other one to pull you into his lap. You moan into his mouth, and he bounces you, stealing your lips into his mouth with a grunt. You reach down feverishly to unbuckle his pants, and he helps you with yours as well. It's as if both of you are racing the other to see who can get who undressed first, and he ultimately wins, yanking your pants down and off. You take off his shirt, running your hands up his heaving chest, and he does the same for you, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You gaze down at him, your lips barely ghosting over one another's.

"You're the first guy who's gotten it on the first try."

"What can I say? I've cracked the code," he smirks, and kisses you again, lifting you up so that your legs are wrapped around his middle. You continue to make out with him as he holds you against the wall, using one hand to drop his pants. You cluck your tongue as you look down at his cock, boxer-free.

"I was right."

He gives you a funny look, before reaching down to grab a condom from his pocket. "Do me a favour, open this?" he asks, and holds it up for you to rip with your teeth. "Impressive."

"Why the hell did you bring a condom?" you sigh, wondering why you're even asking.

"I guess you could say my intentions were not pure," he grins, and slides the protection on. You bite your lip, feeling yourself get even wetter at the prospect of taking that. You had only had a few skilled and endowed lovers in your lifetime, and you had a feeling that this was going to put all the others to shame.

"Ready?" he groans in your ear, pumping himself in his fist.

"Yeah," you whisper, and he reaches down to dip two fingers into you, running them through your slick and then parting your folds. He moves his fingers up to your clit, and begins to rub as he finally pushes himself in.

"Ahg--" you fall forward into his chest, your arms looping around his neck tightly, "Ohgod-- Matt..."

"Use your words, honey," he coos gently, starting up a steady, rocking pace. His hips rotate as if he's swinging them, each time thrusting deep inside you. After the sixth thrust, you feel him reach your g-spot, and you gasp.

"There! There, there... oh fuck, Matt, please..."

He gives a self-satisfied smirk. "Enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Fuck... you..." you growl, throwing back your head.

"You're doing a sweet job of that, (y/n)," he laughs, and starts going harder, increasing his thrusting.

"Please... pl... pl... oh..." your clit throbs as he continues to stroke and rub and stimulate it, and while that hand does that and his hips hold you against the wall, he uses the other hand to wrap a hand around your left breast, squeezing and massaging until he moves onto the other one.

"Beautiful," he muses, and you moan again as he continues to take you against the wall. After a moment, he bites his lip, and spins you both around, setting you on your back, on the table. The tea spills a little-- neither of you care. He covers your body with his larger one, thrusting in perfectly, again and again until you feel your orgasm coming.

"Matt... Matt, oh!" You get lost in the headspace. "Fuck me, daddy!"

He groans, eyelids squeezing shut, and now he really starts to fuck you, so hard the table moves. "That's it... what a good girl for daddy... daddy's girl, hm? That's amazing, sweetheart, let daddy fuck you just right..."

"Mmm," you whine, grabbing onto his arms, and he connects your lips one last time as he tugs your hair back, exposing you neck for him to suck.

"Mine..." his voice vibrates through you as he marks you and repeats that against your skin.

"Please... Matt, daddy, daddy please let me..."

"Gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart," he murmurs, switching his quick, rough thrusts to slow, deep pounds as he holds one palm flat on the tabletop. You just about sob at the feeling.

"Please, let me come!"

"Don't let me hold you back," he smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your open lips, and you climax hard, feeling your wetness coat him. He keeps fucking you through it, until he's sure you've had your fill. Then, he pumps a few more times inside of you, shuddering and moaning your name. You hold onto him as he comes too, meeting his eyes. He looks debauched, and you're sure you do too.

"Two surfaces," he breathes, falling back into his chair.

"What?" you pant as well as he grabs his shirt and sits back down too.

"I only fucked you on two surfaces," he begins to smile, "That's a couple fewer than I promised." He runs a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

"You keeping score?" you smile a little.

"I am now," he says, and shakes his head. "I thought you were gonna punch me when I confessed."

"That was my first instinct," you tell him.

"Well. Me and my penis are sure glad you went with your first." You get up and shove him, and he sets off laughing. "Fuck," he exhales, looking at the time, "I'll see you tomorrow at base."

"Uh huh," you simply mutter back.

"And tomorrow night."

"Debateable," you huff.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow night," he says, and takes one last sip of his drink, licking his lips. "Damn good tea. You gonna have some more of that? You know, tomorrow night? When I see you again?"

"Sleep tight Graver," you roll your eyes, ushering him out the door. With a playful little wave, he's gone, and you're left to contemplate your job, your love life, your sex life, and whether or not you actually want to contemplate those things.

Fuck it. Matt's sexy, in every sense of the word. You could die any day, any hour right now. This is definitely what you need-- and he knows it.

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