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yanderestarangel · 5 months

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♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 29 days

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Sex witch, I don’t know if I need advice or commiseration, but I’m writing in anyway in case you/your followers can help.

So I (24M) am a polyamorous slut, a term I embrace. My current sexual partners are my fiancé (25M), my girlfriend (22F) and my boyfriend (25M). Fiancé and boyfriend aren’t currently having sex with anyone other than me, but my girlfriend has recently started hooking up with her friend R (21M).

Because I have multiple sexual partners, I tend to be more-than-usually strict when it comes to regular STI screenings. I ask that my partners all get screened regularly, and that they ask their sexual partners to also screen regularly. This hasn’t been a problem until now.

Recently, my girlfriend asked me to talk to R for her. Apparently he told her he’d been STI tested recently when in fact he’s never been STI tested at all. That already rubs me the wrong way, because it means that he lied to her in order to get her to agree to sex she otherwise wouldn’t have. GF doesn’t want to start a fight with R about the lie. She *does* want me to convince him to actually get tested. He refuses or changes the subject when she asks, and is apparently offended that my “tyrannical demands” are expected to dictate his behavior.

I don’t want to talk to R about this and would prefer to let him and GF sort it out between them, except that GF has continued to have sex with him in the interim and seems to have given up in getting him to listen to her directly. In short, it’s a mess.

My choices seem to be these:

—Have multiple lengthy and miserable conversations with an immature 21 year old who thinks I’m a sexual tyrant about why STI testing matters to me.

—Physically drag him to the local free clinic by his hair (I know better, don’t worry)

—Try to get my GF to stop having sex with him (I hate trying to control other people’s sex lives)

—Stop having sex with my GF indefinitely. (This is the current state of affairs.)

At this point, I think I’m too frustrated to have a clearheaded view of this issue. R seems to think that I’m upset that one of my partners is having sex with someone else, but it really, really isn’t that. I got along great with my GF’s ex boyfriend and my boyfriend and fiancé’s exes, all of whom were prepared to approach our dynamic with respect for everyone involved. I’m kind of thinking myself into angry circles about this one, I think. Please advise.

hi anon,

glad you decided to ask about this now that you've found yourself thinking in circles. it can be easy to lose perspective when you're up to your eyes in a problem, and getting someone else's input can be really necessary. I'm happy to offer that input, and it's this:

the last option, re: no sex with your GF, is not only by far the most reasonable option but also the only one that seems at all fair to you and your other partners.

I don't know your GF and I'm sure she's a lovely person, but from where I'm standing she's also being a huge dick about this. it's not her fault that R lied to her about having never been tested, but making the choice to continue having sex with him after finding out the truth, giving up on trying to get him to get tested, and pawning the responsibility off on you is unfair to you, your other partners, and anyone else who potentially becomes part of this dynamic

I want to be so clear here: wanting everyone to get tested for the safety of an entire group is not unreasonable, and it's not tyrannical behavior. it's an extremely reasonable request to make, and if your girlfriend wants to disregard that then that's her choice to make, but she's also an adult woman who can deal with the consequences of the choice.

in my pinned post I say that my answer to most requests for relationship advice is to talk about it or break up, and unfortunately I can't really see this situation ending any other way.

#sex edventures 2024

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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only the two of us

summary: stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: dubcon (very much consensual but it's sex pollen so yk just being safe), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pining bucky (just a little), one computer was harmed in the writing of this fic

a/n: here is my next prompt: sex pollen with tfatws!bucky. i really liked writing this one! i'm sorry i haven't posted hardly any prompts but i'm trying not to pressure myself. please reblog and comment so i know you liked it!

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The sound of your fist hitting against metal echoed through the empty room. It would be your luck that you’d get stuck in a metal bunker the same night you had your first date in months.

“I know you’re feisty, but I don’t think even you could break down that door.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Barnes.” You spun to face him, your back pressed against the cool door. “We wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for you.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, casually leaning against the metal shelf on the other side of the room. You looked away from his stare - god that man could stare - and took in your surroundings.

It was a fairly small room, two shelves lined without unlabeled chemicals across from the door, a desk with a computer older than you and then some, and what looked like a lab table - cool black countertop littered with beakers and metal instruments.

“If saving your ass counts as my fault then sure, I’ll take the blame.” You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice, which only irritated your situation.

“I didn’t need help,” you said, voice raising a few octaves, as you threw your hands in the air in frustration. “I was totally fine.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help, but it wouldn’t kill you to take it every once in a while.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. He was in the same position as he was before, looking entirely unbothered despite his tone matching your own annoyance. You knew he was right, not that you would ever tell him.

Two enemy agents had you backed towards the room you were currently in, though you could tell they were not in fighting shape. You had one down when Bucky rounded the corner, taking your attention away just enough for the agent to swing his knife at you, slicing through the thick material of your Kevlar suit. He went in again, this time aiming for your jugular, and Bucky pushed you out of the way, getting off a shot as the two of you careened into the room, the metal door closing shut.

The same door you now pushed off of, pacing back and forth in front of the door, trying to strategize your next move. The comms were out, so you had to hope that Sam would notice when the two of you missed your checkpoint. But your checkpoint wasn’t for another hour, and then he would have to send a team, and then they would have to figure out where you were and how to get you out. You guessed it would be at least three or four hours before you were free from this tiny box.

“I want to get out too, but you don’t have to pace like that. We’ll just wait for Sam. It’s not like we have anywhere else to be.”

“I do,” you replied. “I was going to- I had plans tonight.”

“Plans?”

“Plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You threw your hands up in the air at his question.

“Plans that are none of your goddamn business, Barnes!” He blinked, not fazed but shocked nonetheless. He held his hands up in surrender.

Of course he would be able to make you feel bad for snapping him without saying a single word. The effect he had on you was not one you had ever examined closely, nor would you want to.

“I just,” you took a deep breath, deciding if you really wanted to share something so personal with him, of all people. “I was supposed to have a date tonight and… it’s been a while.”

You wrung your hands together, waiting for the pieces to click into place for him. It only took a moment - damn him and his incredible brain - before he nodded knowingly. Then a lazy grin spread across his face and you immediately regretted ever opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry you’re gonna miss your date. Try Tinder when we get back, I’ve heard it’s great for fulfilling your needs.”

It took all your willpower not to throw your boot at him, but you managed to keep from doing any bodily harm - for now. Instead, you turned away from his amused stare and began making a slow circle around the room, you trailed your fingers along the way, searching for any kind of groove or crevice that could be hiding your escape. When you reached the shelves - where Bucky still stood - you avoided eye contact, instead examining the shelf for anything out of place. If you were being honest, everything was out of place, but for the sake of being optimistic, you carefully examined the glass vials and beakers.

Bucky, who had been following your movements, zeroed in on the gash on your arm. It wasn’t deep, and the blood had dried, so you weren’t concerned. But apparently had turned into a field medic or a mother hen, and gripped your arm to look at it.

“Just let me -” “Quit that -” The two of you spoke at the same time, and you pulled your arm away from him.

Not realizing just how close you were to the shelf, your elbow knocked against it, shaking the rack just enough for a vial that was too close to the edge to fall towards you. Even with his supersoldier instincts, Bucky couldn’t stop it.

You tried to grab it, and the thin glass shattered in your hand. Tiny cuts bloomed across your palm, and whatever the hell liquid was inside seeped into your wounds. You tried in vain to wipe the liquid off on your pants, but you knew it was useless. The mystery chemical took effect almost immediately, heat spreading through your chest and face.

White hot pain flashed through your entire body, bringing you to your knees. Bucky shouted your name, picking you up and setting you in the old desk chair. He had to keep his hands on your shoulders to keep you upright, the pain still coming in harsh waves.

“What was that?” Each word was broken by a heave; even talking was a painful task. You looked at Bucky and for the first time, you let yourself truly take in just how beautiful he was. You had always known - anyone with eyes knew that - but the thought of even acknowledging the feelings that bloomed in your stomach every time he looked at you was terrifying.

Your relationship with Bucky was tumultuous - sometimes coexisting in sync, as if you had been friends for years. Other times, you got under each others’ skin so bad that Sam would have to scold you like children. It was an odd dynamic, and you could never decipher his feelings towards you.

Now, though, none of that anxiety stirred within you. Instead, you could feel the imprint of pure fire where he touched you, and he was closer than he had ever been before.

You took in the small details of his face, the ones you would never see unless you were so intimately close like you were now. The dip in his chin, the small scatter of freckles across his nose, the flecks of darker blue in his icy eyes. The heat in you increased tenfold, this time spreading through your core, and when Bucky moved one to lift your chin towards him, a small whimper left your lips.

His brow furrowed, then he frowned - his thoughts obviously circling rapidly - before his eyes finally widened in understanding.

“Buck, do you know what it is?” Your voice came out small, trying to dampen down the arousal that pressed between your thighs.

“Yeah it’s -” He looked down, biting his lower lip. Whatever it was, it was clearly hard for him to explain it. “I’ve only ever seen it once, with HYDRA. I don’t even remember what they called it, but basically it creates an intense sexual desire. They used it to torture traitors of the institute. The gist is, you have to have intercourse or it will burn you from the inside out. Fry your brain.”

“Oh.” It made sense now, why your body felt like it was on fire, why Bucky’s touch unleashed rampant feelings.

His eyes fell to your thighs, where they were squeezed together, trying to stamp down the waves of arousal. You knew he had hypersensitive senses, but you prayed to the gods that he couldn’t smell how wet you already were from his slight touch. You knew your hopes were in vain when he met your eyes again, his own so dark and intense that you had to look away before you did something stupid.

Then another spike of pain struck your abdomen and you doubled over in pain, burying your face in Bucky’s neck as he steadied you.

“Please.” Your voice was a whisper, a whimper, a plea. “Help me.”

“I can’t -”

“You can. You always lecture me about how I never ask for help. Well I’m asking for it now.”

More pain rolled through you, and you pushed closer to him.

“I didn’t want it to be like this.”

You didn’t have time to question his words before he was cradling the sides of your face and drawing you to him for a kiss. You could tell he was trying to keep it chaste, free of passion, but that wasn’t what you wanted. Needed.

You grabbed his hands, moving them down your body until they rested on your chest. He pulled away, looking into your eyes, and your small nod of consent snapped something within him.

He pulled you up from the chair, lips finding yours again, and pushed you onto the desk. Except there was something blocking his movements - the old computer - and he gave no thought as he pushed it out of the way. As it crashed to the floor, he settled you farther back on the desk, stepping between your legs.

Your moans echoes through the small room as he undid the buckles and zips of your tact suit. When he finally managed to slip the top from your body, his mouth immediately trailed downwards, nipping at your jaw, snapping open your bra as if it were second nature. Once you were bare to him, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his left hand circling your other, and the cool sensation of the metal nearly took your breath away.

He looked up at the sound of your gasp, a look of concern that melted away as he took in your debauched state. You gripped the short strands of his hair, pulling his mouth back to yours. As you worked off his own tact suit, he pulled back for only a moment to slip off your boots and his own, then easily slipped your pants from your body as his mouth attacked yours again.

In a matter of minutes, you were both bare to each other and you had never wanted anyone more than you did him in that moment. Maybe it was the drugs coursing through your veins, maybe it was the feelings that had been hidden and buried since the moment you met him. All you knew was that you were going to die if you didn’t have his body pressed to yours.

“Buck,” you said, reaching your hand out for him. “C’mere”

He was more than happy to oblige you, gripping your hand and marrying his lips to yours again. The kiss was short, too short, and you whined as he pulled away until his knees hit the concrete floor, spreading your legs even wider.

You gasped when his tongue circled your clit, and you clenched around nothing when he groaned at the taste of you. Feeling your distress, his eyes bore into yours as he easily slid two fingers into you.

“Bucky please.”

“Gotta make you feel good, baby.” You could swear your intermingled moans rattle the metal surrounding you as he buried his face between your legs.

Your body still felt as if you were burning alive, even as you came around his fingers, drenching his face. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he was buried deep inside you.

And he knew that, because he stood - grabbing your hair and tilting your head back so he could kiss you again. You pulled away just enough to speak, opening your mouth to beg again - you would get on your knees and beg if you had to - but he bit your lip, effectively shutting you up.

“I know,” he soothed. “I know what you need, honey.”

You cried out as he slid into you, the stretch present even with his preparation - even though your body was more than ready to take him in. He pushed and pushed, and you thought he may never bottom out, but then his pelvis was pressed against yours and you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Look at me,” he whispered, gripping your hair again and pressing your foreheads together. The look in his eyes only heightened your pleasure. “Wanted this for so long.”

You were hearing things. This drug was making you crazy. Even though you could feel the heat dissipating with every thrust, you were sure your brain was already fried, because you could never have imagined hearing those words from Bucky.

But even as your mind cycled through surprise and denial and confusion, you knew that you felt exactly the same, even if you had never let yourself admit it.

Your foreheads were still pressed together, breaths heavy against the other’s mouth, when he finally spilled inside you, and the feel of that alone pushed you over your own edge.

He fell forward, still inside you, and began scattering small kisses along your shoulder. You shivered at the gentle touch juxtaposed with the arousal still lingering, and you felt everything crash around you.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.” The panic was evident in your voice now that the drug had fully left your system. And even though your revelation still rang true, you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of you forcing yourself on him. It was like he could see the thoughts racing through your head, because he gently pressed the pad of his thumb against your lips.

“Don’t apologize. You’re okay. I’m okay.” From the pile of clothes on the floor, there was a crackle of static before Sam’s voice rang through.

“Guys? I got Parker to fuck around with your comms when I saw you went offline. Are you okay?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He searched through his suit until he found the small device, and described your location to Sam as best he could.

As he talked, his eyes found yours, and a small smile tugged at his lips. You could feel a blush creeping across your face, but you still smiled back at him anyways.

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thecampjuicebox · 4 months

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What if Gale and Tav (romantically involved or interested in each other) got into an argument over if or not he should use the orb to destroy the elder brain and it leads to this exchange:

Gale: If I must use the orb to keep this world safe, then so be it; I'll die to keep you safe.

Tav: *no longer able to keep their tears hidden* I don't want someone who will die for me! *clutches Gale to themself as if afraid that he'll disappear if they let go* I want someone who will live for me. Please...

I've been itching for some more Mr. Dekarios content eeeeeeee this is gonna hurt so GOOD

Someone To Live For

Pairing: Gale x Tav(gn)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd Person

Warnings: Angst, talk of death, lots of crying, fluff, game spoilers

Dinner around the fire was awfully quiet that night. The only sounds that broke the somber silence being the crackle of flames against wood, soft chewing, and silverware clinking against dented silver plates. The troubling news thrust upon the group just a few hours prior weighed heavy on each companion's heart, especially Gale's. His mentor and trusted friend, Elminster, paid an unexpected visit to camp. Told Gale of an opportunity to earn Mystra's forgiveness. His words were soft, almost a whisper. "I'm here on behalf of Mystra. The message and the charge I bring you are hers." Tav could feel the guilt bubble up in Elminster's voice in that moment. A sadness they'd never felt before. This had to be bad. "You know where you went wrong, Gale. I trust you've told your fellow traveler here the nature of your ills." Gale shifted in an uneasy manner, tossing his weight from one foot to the other nervously. "I.. Can't say that so far I've volunteered the entire truth."

Tav's stomach sank. Little beads of sweat bubbled up on their forehead and in their eyebrows, threatening to drip into their already burning eyes. "What's going on here?" Tav questioned meekly, their fingers and bottom lip trembling. "Gale?" No response. Just a lowering of Elminster's eyes. "You two have much to discuss after I have taken my leave." He paused his words with a heavy sigh before continuing on. "In short, Gale - through his own doing - has become a living explosive that could wipe from this world this very gathering, and much more besides. For his folly, Mystra forsook him, but now she has decreed he is to be given a chance of redemption." Another small sigh. Tav's eyes shifted from the ancient wizard to Gale, curiosity sizzling in the back of their throat. Gale had briefly explained his dealings with Mystra. Talked of the Netherese orb nestled in his chest, just beside his ever beating heart, and how it needed to consume magic to remain sated. Gale's eyes locked onto Elminster with surprise.

"Mystra would consider.. Forgiveness?" His tone wavered as he leaned toward Elminster, eyebrows raising. The wizard closed his eyes for a moment and spoke softly "She would consider what she considers to be forgiveness. Mystra is aware of the misadventures that have befallen you both. She knows of your strife with the Absolute." Tav couldn't hold back any longer. So many questions buzzed around in their skull like an angry bee's nest. "If the goddess is aware of our situation, why are we facing these threats alone?" The ancient wizard nodded at Tav's question and placed a kind hand on their shoulder. "The very purpose of my presence - in a roundabout sort of way. You must know that the Absolute is more dangerous than you can possibly conceive." An irritated Tav crossed their arms over their chest and huffed. "Yeah, no shit." Gale reaches out to slap their shoulder with the back of his hand and they shot him a look sharp as daggers. It's his fault they were in this mess in the first place. It's his fault Tav feels like they, themselves, could explode at any moment.

Elminster continued, his voice lowering once more. "That is why I have come here to charge you, Gale, with its destruction. it is Mystra's belief that only you can." More questions filled the space behind Tav's eyes. The tadpole wriggled in irritation at mention of the Absolute and Tav winced. "Gale alone? How so?" A question Tav would grow to regret. Gale's lids lowered and his gaze dropped to the ground for a moment, lifting back up to meet Elminster. "The orb.." he muttered. "Precisely." Elminster turned to Tav, eyebrows knitting together at their obvious disdain for the current conversation. One hand lifted to stroke the end of his wiry beard before turning back to Gale. "Mystra has granted me the power to stop the clock, as it were, on the orb's rush to overpower you. Instead, you will be able to unleash it's lethal combustion at will." Fear rose in Tav's chest, their heart thumping at what felt like a dangerous pace. A hand flew out to find Gale's.

"You must find the Heart of the Absolute, whatever that may be, and use yourself as the catalyst that will burn it from this world." Tears stung in Tav's eyes and they wiped them with the back of their right hand, the other still clutching Gale's tightly. In a burst of confidence, Tav raised their voice at the ancient wizard, spittle spraying involuntarily from their lips. "That's monstrous! You're tasking him to kill himself!" Gale sighed quietly and gave Tav's hand a gentle squeeze. "He's not.. But it seems that Mystra is." His face twisted into a scowl, jaw clenching and unclenching between breaths. Tav wanted to cry in that very instant. To scream, grab Elminster by the shoulders and shake the gold from his pockets and the brain in his skull. How could he say such words so plainly? Surely it pained him as much as it pained Tav. Not to mention Gale.. Poor, sweet Gale.

Elminster's eyes fell to the ground and his arms came up to embrace his own torso, holding that position for a moment before reaching for Gale's free hand. He took it in his, squeezing it in a way a father would squeeze the hand of his son with reassurance. "It brings me no pleasure saying this, my friend, but such is Mystra's will. Yours must be the sacrifice that will undo the Absolute. And for your sacrifice, you will be redeemed - such is Mystra's promise." He shakes his head slowly. "With that, I have said my sorry piece, and need only to bestow unto thee the charm I was bid." Tav took a step back from the two wizards, fingers fumbling with each other to keep themselves busy as they watched. Elminster's hand raised into the air, a flurry of purple weave fluttering from his fingertips as he spoke the words "My'Nahastra Mystra'Ryl. E'Deelion Thras'Anas'Tthra." Gale winced as the orb marking on his chest glowed and sizzled, his head turning to the side and eyes squeezing shut at the strange sensations.

"It is done. Both charge and charm have been committed into your care." The ancient wizard's words directed at Tav now, his finger pointing toward Gale as he spoke. "To you, I commit into care Gale himself. I count on you to shepherd him well on this strangest of journeys." Through tears, Tav simply nodded. They wiped their eyes with their sleeve and turned to leave the scene before they lost their composure completely, boots shuffling against the dirt and stone of the campsite. Still, Elminster spoke. His words a bit louder to make sure Tav could still hear him, even though they were almost out of sight now. "Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods obtain the tidal fates of mortal days. And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself. Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. Farewell, my friend." With a puff of dark smoke, Elminster disappeared into the afternoon air as quickly as he had arrived. Gale sighed and palmed his eyes for a moment to clear the threat of tears, mumbling quietly to himself. "Farewell, Elminster. I'm glad she chose you."

Tav sat themselves on a nearby rock, hands covering their now wet eyes. They sobbed and cursed into the air, tears hot like lava streaming down their warm cheeks. How could Gale agree to such a disastrous fate? They despised Mystra for such a request. Why Gale even sought forgiveness from the baneful goddess in the first place, Tav couldn't understand. Why beg for any attention from the wretch, especially after all she'd put him through? Cast him out, stripped him of his position of her chosen, and now had the audacity to preposition him to blow himself up for her forgiveness. Bile burned in the back of their throat at the mere thought. There must be another way. A gentle hand rested on Tav's shoulder and they gasped in surprise, quickly wiping the remaining tears from their cheeks before looking up at the figure in front of them. Gale stood there, lips curved into a frown. "I'm sorry.."

...

Weeks passed now, Tav and Gale growing closer and closer each day they traveled together. The immanent threat of the orb still lingers in the back of Tav's mind. How they'll stop Gale from needing to use it in any circumstance. The shadow curse poses a new threat to their wellbeing now, and with each step closer to Moonrise, Tav can feel the impending doom grow near. With a deep sigh, they settle into their newly acquired spot in Gale's tent, legs outstretched and crossed in a relaxed position after such a long day. Gale sits to their right, nose deep in a tome he'd picked up at the Last Light Inn. An interesting read about the history and making of honey mead. Tav rests their tired head against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering as a toe-curling yawn forces its way in and out of their lungs. Gentle fingers tap a random rhythm against Tav's thigh and Gale sets his book down to encircle his lover in his arms tightly, his nose buried into the soft locks of hair. He inhales deeply. Their scent invades his nose and he exhales happily.

"Has your plan.. Changed at all?" Tav mumbles, eyes opening now to watch as Gale shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Their question perplexes him. "My plan?" he asks, adjusting their position so Tav is sat on his lap now. Sweet fingers brush a strand of deep brown hair from Gale's eyes. "To use the Orb, my love." Tav sighs. A twisting feeling in their gut tells them they may already have their answer as Gale scrunches his nose and tightens his grip on Tav's hips. Near bruising fingers knead at the flesh there and Tav places their hands on his stubbly cheeks, forcing him to look them in the eyes. "Gale.. Answer me." The wizard blinks at his lover for a moment, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He can't speak. Can't muster the courage to tell them the truth that he does, in fact, intend to continue with the plan to use the orb. With a frown, Tav presses their forehead to Gale's, bottom lip quivering. "Please tell me it isn't true.. Please.." their voice cracks as tears threaten their eyes.

"I can't lie to you." Gale finally speaks. Large hands rub soothing circles at the small of Tav's back. A hint of anger bites at Tav's thoughts, evolving into pure rage in a matter of seconds. They yank away from Gale, standing and quickly storming out of the tent and into the cold night air. Gale blinks slowly at the sudden change of attitude and shuffles to his own feet. "Tav, come back. Let's talk about this." he calls, shoving the tent flaps open and squinting his eyes into the darkness. The air is bitterly cold. A heavy shiver rattles Gale's spine as he steps out and toward their trembling partner. Tav stands in front of the pile of smoldering wood in the middle of the circle of tents, arms crossed, head resting against their own shoulder as they mull over their words. They roll their tongue behind their teeth and turn to the wizard, face red. "Talk about what, Gale? Talk about your willingness to just.. To just.. Explode?!" Gale is taken aback by the venom in their voice and he raises an eyebrow, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration.

"You wanna talk about your willingness to leave me?" Tav's voice breaks and Gale's heart goes along with it. The metaphorical steam billowing from his ears and nostrils settles and he reaches for Tav's body, Tav swatting reluctantly as his hands as the take short steps away from him. "Tav, please.." he begs. His own resolve falters as Tav continues to back away from him into the dark. The heavy scent of burning wood and smoke assaults his nostrils as he feels around in the dark for Tav's figure, stumbling over a log and toppling into a rigid body with a thud. The air falls still as they stand for a moment, waiting for each other to speak. Finally Gale breaks and he reaches for Tav's cold fingers, intertwining them with his. He gives them a gentle tug toward his warm body, encircling them in the tightest embrace he can muster. "Speak to me..". he mumbles into their pointed ear, breath steaming in the frigid air.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" Tav asks again as they nuzzle their face into Gale's chest, the velvet of his robe comforting and soft against their cheeks. A hand reaches up to smooth down Tav's messy hair as Gale ponders his next words carefully. Sure his true intentions would fall on deaf ears right now. He's in love with Tav. He'd do anything to keep them safe. To make sure they make it out of this alive. His heart thumps in his chest, blood near boiling with anxiety as he places his hands on Tav's shoulders and tugs them away from him, forcing eye contact. "You know that.. I love you, right?' Tav's stomach drops. They nod slowly, eyebrows knitting together tightly as their bottom lip quivers. "Of course I do.." Oh gods, here it comes. Heat rises in their throat and they swallow the lump harshly. Gale inhales deeply through his nose as he prepares his words, tugging Tav close to him again to avoid having to look them in the eye. He can't bear to watch them cry.

"If I must use the orb to keep this world safe, then so be it; I'll die to protect you." The damn breaks, tears cascading down Tav's cheeks in an uncontrollable stream of salty waterfalls. Their grip on Gale tightens now, fingers grasping at the back of his robes as if he'd vanish in their arms in that very instant. Their voice cracks and trembles through their sobs, heart skipping in their chest. "I don't want someone who will die for me!" their voice raises to a strained yell. Fists raise from around Gale's waist and to his chest, pounding weakly against it with saddened rage. Gale's eyes fall closed, a tear of his own trickling down his cheek and into his beard. His hands snap up to grasp at Tav's wrists swiftly stopping their, albeit weak, assault on his ribs. Their eyes meet his and they finally fall apart, knees buckling beneath them as they force out their next words. "I want someone who will live for me.."

Gale kneels down, face nuzzling lovingly into Tav's stomach, his hands resting on either side of their thighs. With a heavy sigh, Tav tangles their fingers in the wizard's hair, sniffling and blinking tears away from their long lashes. Gentle fingers rub soothing circles into where they lie and Gale speaks softly, voice partially muffled by the way his forehead rests on Tav's pelvis now.

"I'd die and live a thousand times if it meant eternity by your side."

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #fic request

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for kicking my little brother out after a fight?

yes, the title is catching, so bare with me please.

my family and I (19NB) live like cottage core folks. we have separate sheds here and there that are modified to be tiny houses, whilst there are actually 3 houses placed and modified on our land. I switched many houses to find the most comfortable one, and that I have. Our aunt (M, dunno her age) is visiting us currently, and because we have no proper space for her to sleep, she's sleeping with my mother (R, mid 50s) as her husband (C, late 50s - early 60s) is forced to sleep at my house for the time being. There are many reasons as to why I'm uncomfy with this choice, a lot of them are personal, but one that stands out the most is that I'm uncomfortable with sleeping together with other folks, unless I trust them the most. I took some of my belongings to another house, along with one of the wifi motors we use (we have two) and tried to sleep in a house that my brother (N, 18) occasionally visits to cook his food. The first night was doing fine, until the second night kind of got worse, and where I would be called the asshole.

N has level 3 autism, as I have level 2. he doesn't understand not like change, and so do I. I was invading his space where he should be cooking, yet I try not to get into the middle of his process. he noticed I slept there now and decided to force me to cook for him, and I simply calmly told him he could do it himself. that part, I know he can understand, but he chooses not to do so for some benign reason. after trying to bother me several times, he decided to grab my stuff and use them without my knowledge, which quickly made me furious and aggressively told him to get back to whatever he's doing. that wasn't the right thing to do, admittedly, which resulted to throwing a Yeti stainless cup at my head and computer. that was where I drew the line entirely and have forcefully kicked him out of the house where he was cooking, all because he wanted to be rude and abusive towards me.

I called C to handle him momentarily as N was beating on the windows and yelling bloody murder, we were lucky that we didn't live in an urban neighborhood. C accused me for starting all of it when I calmly explained what was happening, and he kindly took it and left me be. on the other hand, R barged in and yelled at me for 1. taking the wifi motor to another house and 2. kicking N out. I was already exhausted and told her the same thing that happened, yet she refused to listen and still has blamed me for the troubles that happened. I told her why I was here, that was not relevant for her at all. I told her I needed space and a place to sleep since the other houses were not best suited for me, that was not relevant either as she looked at me stupid since her two options were let C sleep in her house with M and have R sleep in her car, or have C sleep at my house whilst M and R continue their shenanigans late at night.

not that this is too relevant, but to add damage to the situation is that this has been an occurring thing with how R treats N and I, with no little respect or freedom at all. every boundary that has been established has been either bent far beyond repair or blatantly crossed and ignored selfishly. This is not the first time she's acted this way towards us, and will probably never be her last. Instead of working through the situations that are brought up, she refuses to take accountability and let everything fall into her own hands, which never really works out at the end for everyone.

After the argument, I slept at an old house that was completely trashed, absolutely stunk, and did not feel comfortable at all. I do not have enough spoons to handle this on my own, and I refuse to help my family through the mess to avoid unnecessary consulting and other comments.

I will admit fault about not thinking through this situation, but I still need an opinion on this.

AITA for kicking my brother out for throwing a cup at my head? AITA for trying to find a place to sleep peacefully at my own comfort place?

(paws, in case something happens)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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monkie-theory · 10 months

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Monkie Kid Season 5 Theory

SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T WATCHED THE ENGLISH DUB OF THE SEASON 4 SPECIALS OF MONKIE KID, PLEASE WATCH VIA THE LINK I HAVE PROVIDED BEFORE READING ALL OF THIS. THANK YOU!!!

After seeing the Season 4 specials, thanks to this person on Youtube (and here's the link to watch said video), and knowing that Season 5 is being recorded currently. I couldn't help but catch this snippet of dialogue from a couple scenes...leading me to believe that the real antagonist of Monkie Kid is....

The Seven Kings of the Underworld (plus King Yama) and/or The Underworld is facing corruption.

Now hear me out, that's a lot to take in so let me explained.

During part four of the special, when Sun Wukong, MK, and Azure are talking about who could have let him out, Wukong lets out a lot of information at once, especially about Azure and the brotherhood's imprisonment. (By the way, this scene, the VAs did an amazing job of pulling each word with the animation together beautifully)

The exact words I want to talk about is this large snippet of dialogue between Azure and Sun Wukong:

SWK: "Azure just stop, okay? You've won. You're going to destroy us just like you wanted. Us and the entire universe."

Azure: "No this is not what I wanted, I can still fixed this! I-I-It's the whole reason I'm here at all!"

SWK: "Wait how are you here?"

Azure: "What? What kind of question is that? You know exactly-"

SWK: "No, here and now. I put you in the Underworld myself! How'd you get out? How'd you get the scroll? I know for a fact you didn't steal it. You couldn't have-"

Azure: "I...I don't know. I-I was..."

SWK: "Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happened, and they used you to do it."

Okay, now I want to point out some key components from here, especially on Sun Wukong's side of the dialogue.

Sun Wukong states that he put Azure in the Underworld, and from S4, we can now fully tell that the scroll is from the Underworld (I'll explain that later). So how could the whole kingdom of the Underworld, which is known to be pretty meticulous over its citizens, let one of them mysteriously disappear without reporting it to the head honcho, Jade Emperor, or get that soul back? They went to Jade Emperor for Monkey King; why not Azure?

This didn't add up, so I kept this detail in mind while I finished watching the special (which is amazing, please watch it); that's when I came across something that solidified the small inkling that the Underworld has something to do with this whole mess....

After the beach scene we are transported to the very beginning of the story, well the first scene of S4. Which begins with this dialogue from a mysterious person who says...

"There will of course, be an inquiry into how the scroll of memory was stolen in the first place and what is to be done now that the Jade Emperor has been dethroned. The Universe is perilously close to tipping into chaos if it comes to light that any of this party were involved, you can believe that the consequences will be dire. But only a fraction of a price compared to what will come to pass should you succeed."

This creepy dialogue also shows something even more interesting, but I want to talk about how this dialogue says some keywords. Especially how the scroll of memory was "stolen" but not at all who was at fault (like who gave it to Azure), which would be the first thing on someone's radar when something is stolen. But they go on to state that if any of this "party" were involved with such a scheme, they would be punished.

I mean, dethroning a powerful deity by using a puppet would be kinda of treasonous huh?

But when the mysterious dude said "that any of this party..." something caught my eye.

Now if you know the legend of Monkey King and Journey to the West, you would know that there are seven lords of the Underworld with king Yama. Now count how many people are in the circle....

There are eight people in that circle all wearing the same clothing as though they all are apart of the same job and/or world. These are the same people who sealed up the scroll of memory, if you could see the details of the armor of each person in the circle you would see the similarities between the scroll of memory sealing scene and this one.

Which is why I believe the scroll of memory was in the underworld, the same place that the monkey king stated that he sent Azure Lion to.

Not only that, but who else could have gotten Azure the scroll of memory without the Heavens or Monkey King know automatically? It would be some powerful magic, almost as powerful as Lady Bone demon.

Before I state another theory that includes Lady Bone Demon, I also want to add that Lady Bone Demon's look, color palette-wise, looks very similar to the underworld's color palette. Blue, silver, purple, etc. the only difference being white and black. Plus LBD seems to have pulled Macaque from the dead, which is something that the Underworld has a history of being kinda of not happy about.

Now I believe that LBD was similiar to Azure Lion but different, she wasn't a puppet but someone who used to be a part of the underworld before splitting off in her own view of Destiny. (We all know where that ended up anyway....) The similarities of power, the details of each glyph that each party uses is a very creepy coincidence but as I always say:

I don't believe in Coincidences, all of these weird details are leading me to believe that King Yama's domain is either facing corruption or is plotting the tipping point of chaos to consume the universe. Either way, the Underworld is at fault for all of what happened in S4.

At least that's just a theory....

A MONKIE THEORY.

Thanks for reading!

#S5 LMK Theory #S4 Specials Spoilers #Lego Monkie kid #lmk

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no, it's—it's—they taught me a lot of things, not all of which have been true. there's more beyond the reef. there's more beyond the reef. how do you know that it's real? I mean, sometimes I don't know... if ... my thoughts and actions, and... even my own humor and things that I say—are really what I would—or if I'm just pretending. how do you know I'm not just pretending, when I don't even know? I gaped at her as if she'd asked why I drew breath. I couldn't tell her that lying wasn't so much something I did as something I was. the borderlands of madness used to have much sterner signage than they do now. if one believes there is truth in art—and I do—then it's troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. maybe lying is itself a kind of art. I think about that more than I should. I was hoping... when we live through this, no matter what we decide to do, if you could help... if you could help me, I guess, learn to... learn to live as... who I am. when I find that out.

I have to do this. it's my destiny. even if it's not my fault it's still my accident. it's still my mess. it's still something that exists because I do, right? I need to give it... everything I've got. I don't know another way. I... it doesn't matter. this is what I'm supposed to do.

why did you bring me here? I'm not the right person. you have to choose someone else. ...choose someone else! please! and that was the truth, but it was also terrible. I did not know how to contain such a contraction inside myself. I kissed his cheek in parting, trying to reassure him, though I no longer had any notion whom or what to pray to.

but I'm not fragile. I won't be fragile. I refuse. you are not helpless. it was an answer to a question I had never asked; a way to fill the dread emptiness into which I had been born. I've been on this incredible journey, and I've seen and learned so much! don't I get a say in what happens to me? don't I get a choice? no! this has to stop, now. it was you! it was ALL you! I've spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my powers, when I should have been hiding... from you. no. no! I won't! my destiny was to be a part of your machine, but I won't ever let you use me again. this is NOT my destiny! I won't be controlled. I am not a weapon. and I am going to end this now! how will destroying worlds bring peace? there is one sin that even when you fail me, I want you to know. that I try to bury, but that I will not bury any longer. because my last sin is that I hate you. I. HATE. you. for waking me up, every day, to watch me fail, over and over again, and to watch me fall, and to get me back up the next day to do it again. if I'm burning a bridge, let it burn! I will not stop! every day for the rest of my life, I will never stop trying to get away from you! I feel like it would take a millennia to understand you, but you will no longer put these thoughts into my brain of who I'm supposed to be. you were wrong about the world, and you were wrong about me! what could I possibly have done to deserve the way you treated me? I am nothing like you. and so I know what lies before me. another failure; another disappointment. but I tell you this now, because when I fail this time, I don't want to do it any more as the weapon you sharpened. I want to do it as not just the person you made me, but the person I have become. I'm sorry I couldn't be... the chosen one that you wanted. I'm not even the chosen one I wanted.

I didn't even realize I started doing it alone. but you're right; you're right. the music ended and I let go of him, but he did not let go of me. all the hurricanes and earthquakes and fires and storms cannot break you, if you remember a few things. we are here to love with our whole hearts. I can tell now I'm different somehow than what I was before, and maybe, at last, this is really me. it is profoundly, unsettlingly right. I'd been dealing in shadows before. and... that doesn't change who you are, even if it's confusing. everything we've been through? that's real to me. that was exactly what I'd felt—it almost brought tears to my eyes to remember—but Abdo's eloquent explanation still didn't capture it. you couldn't put words on something like that. heaven, gods—these were concepts far too small. I thought my life was over and there was nothing left to live for. I was so, so wrong. the list of things to live for is limitless and it is possible to be happy again. you will change the world with your joy and your hope. and everything life ought to be—it's all gonna happen to me out there! I stepped from the carriage into sunlight, into the crowd, smiling. I walked myself into the world.

gillion tidestrider; jrwi riptide · moana; moana · rumi/peter; jrwi apotheosis · seraphina/orma; seraphina by rachel hartman · adora/catra; she-ra and the princesses of power · moonwatcher/clearsight; wings of fire books 6 and 12 by tui t. sutherland · rapunzel/cass; tangled

#jrwi riptide #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi apotheosis spoilers #spop #spop spoilers #moana #tangled #wings of fire #seraphina #this has been sitting in my drafts for so long lmfao #i originally started it here so o could color code it without opening a google doc #bc those scare me lmfao. but now it's here so i might as well

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You're so good at writing Jevil and Spam! Any tips on how to get better?

Oh thank you! That's very kind of you! I just try my best is all !

Funny Opinions under the cut:

If I have any advice it would be to focus less on the character's "catchphrases" and moreso on the way that they speak

If you notice, I don't commonly use "Kromer/Big Shot" for Spamton or "I can do anything!" for Jevil

I feel like with a lot of Toby's characters, if you get too caught up on their most identifiable gimmicks or phrases, it can make you miss out on the specific quirks of their actual Voice, which can make it difficult to try and emulate in your own work

Just try and speak in the character's voice without using those catchphrases. Focus more on getting the feeling of their actual speech first, and then begin reincorporating them into their speech

I also try to make it a point to stick to what is explicitly presented in canon as much as possible. (This is harder with Jevil due to how little screentime he gets (@toby, you better show some love to my clown before the game ends) but still, I try to align as close as I can)

For Spamton specifically, I think it's important to keep in mind that he's like. Kind of a sleezy self absorbed asshole. I think a lot of fanworks tend to focus on the more pitiable side of his character and don't bring enough attention to the fact that he is willing to and does in fact do terrible things for his own personal gain.

You have to be willing to let Spamton be kind of a shitty, selfish guy. He's a victim for sure, but he's not an entirely blameless victim of circumstance. And I think if you ignore that, you'll lose a really critical piece of his character.

Also he's really vulgar. He says a lot of fuckwords. any spamton sentence can be made better by adding more fuckwords

WHAT THE [@%$!] DO YOU MEAN YOU [tootsie roll]!!! I'M TOTALLY [an entirely blameless victim of circumstance]!!!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! I [promise]!!! I'M [innocent]!!!! IT WAS ALL THAT [Late Night Television]'S FAULT!!!

I... I... PLEASE STOP [taking the furniture out of my room]....

Jevil is harder. It's mostly just feeling it out personally, I feel like I don't have a super great grasp on it myself, but I stick to the general "mysticism" of his voice as a baseline. Until we get more Jevil Content I'll always feel like my specific interpretation is a little more off the mark than I'd like, but I do my best.

I always try and write his dialogue with the idea that he knows more than he lets on, (even me, the writer) but the logic he uses is entirely unique to him. The language he uses is vague and nonsensical, but that's not intentional on his part. He understands it perfectly, and that's all he needs. If you don't understand it, that's not something he concerns himself with.

UEE HEE HEE! WHAT A FASCINATING THING THAT IS!

MY KNOWLEDGE EXTENDS BEYOND YOUR VIEW, BUT IF YOU DO NOT KNOW IT, I CANNOT SAY IT. I WONDER, THEN, WHO IS TRULY TRAPPED. ME, BY YOUR VOICE, OR YOU, BY YOUR FOLLY.

UEE HEE HEE! I SUPPOSE IT MATTERS NOT !

But yeah idk! Just mess around! Have fun! Put the characters in stupid situations in your head and think about how they would respond! Go nuts! Go Crazy!

#onion

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Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 6

Well this was an episode, wasn't it? Finally the mess really begins and now the mettle of every single person who says that what they were looking forward to was messiness is about to be tested. Because every single one of these characters is gonna bring the mess, even the one we like best. Maybe especially the one we like best. Here comes the point when they really start to tear strips off each other. Can we handle it?

For myself, I can't definitively answer that (temptation compels me to say yes but also you just never know and I refuse to pretend otherwise) but I can say I can't WAIT to find out.

Character Rankings (Fave to Least Fave atm)

SAND. Sand my darling my shit stirrer my passive aggressive asshole. I've already made a whole post about how calculated he was in his manipulation this episode - he wound Ray up and watched him go, and literally only interfered when the result flared out at Nick. Which shows me exactly how little he cares about any of these people and desperately makes me need his ex to be alive and to show up real time because Sand has some very complicated, very unresolved issues there and frankly, caring about Ray or not I think he's still in love with them.

If they are dead though that would make a lot of sense, mostly because now Sand is sort of frozen in that place of betrayal and anger and yeah, love, thwarted as it was. It would also explain his need to destroy Top at the cost of everything else.

I still wonder if it was a woman. I want it to be Mix but we keep referencing that San likes both and he's yet to be seen with a woman, so.

And nope, did not miss his passive aggressive digs at Ray either. "I see why you like him." "He's lucky he has someone like you looking out for him." Especially that first one. Lbr that was entirely a dig and while I get it - he's smarting from everything that happened with Boston before (regardless of how hard he pushes it down it's still obvious) and he figures why the hell not, no one else gives a shit so why should I, I know exactly what I am to this person and it's practically nothing so what does it matter if I use him? Tit for tat - I'm not so far up his ass (yet, there's always next week) that I can't see how fucked up it is. I just also kind of love it. I'm impressed, tbh. I was fully expecting Sand to reveal the tape to Ray out of some stupid "I just want you happy wah" thing and to have him do it this way floored me. I have said before that what I want from his storyline with Ray is mutual destruction and if things keep going along on these lines I will be very pleased. That second fight still worries me though.

I will also say that I bet I'm angrier about Ray calling him a whore (twice! In less than ten minutes!) than Sand will probably be. Sand did this, he wound Ray up as I already said, and if there's one thing that has been entirely consistent with his character thus far it's that he takes responsibility (perhaps takes it when things aren't even really his fault). He takes responsibility for his own feelings and he takes responsibility when he fucks up. I can definitely see him deciding he earned what he got, even if Ray went straight for what he knew would hurt the most - hasn't Sand told him over and over that he's not going to be bought? - he also went straight for Ray's weakest spot to get what he wanted out of him. Tit for tat.

That said, I can very much also see him internalizing that that's what Ray thinks about him. Especially if that turns into Ray's go-to insult when they fight (as I guess it might just).

I'd say he's the episode MVP, but actually he's tied with

MEW. Oh, Mew. I keep saying that it's always the reserved ones that go the most nuts when crossed and neither Sand nor Mew has proven me wrong this episode. Also the man just has a delicious sense of drama and who doesn't love that? The way he lulled Top into thinking all was well and then lured him into believing that there would be sexy times, followed up by that fucking line. I screamed and then started cackling (very quietly, it was early here and people were sleeping). MEW YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND. I had clocked that he wasn't having fun and that he was extremely subdued about Top's showoff gift but him punching Ray really convinced me that he was gonna ignore everything Ray had been trying to say.

That said, they better not reveal that they cooked this up together because then why did Ray go full scorched earth? If it was a plan they could have executed it in pretty much any other way.

Nah, feels wrong to me. What I think is that Mew punched Ray because he was ruining Mew's on the spot plans to confront Top himself, but also because wow bestie how about we don't humiliate me in front of all our friends? Plus he knows that if he apologizes Ray will forgive him anything. It's a benefit of the whole BFF being in love with you business.

Loved the bath smile in the preview. My guess is he's gonna revenge fuck Ray, but only after Top thinks that he's forgiven him and they get back together. It'll be very messy. Why can't he fuck Sand instead that would be the ultimate revenge for both really.

Boston. Yeah, Boston. He read Ray to filth in this ep while ALSO trying to lead him into thinking that telling Mew about him and Top fucking behind his back would be just as bad as fucking Top behind his back. Like it's genius and fucked up and eighteen levels of wrong and it ultimately didn't work but jesus.

And then at the end of the whole mess he is the only one who got to go home with a dude that still wants him. And I have to appreciate that that's because Nick already knew. Sure it wasn't fun to hear I bet but it's not like it's not something Boston hasn't been clear about.

He got a reprieve this week but I suspect he knows that. He's gonna go gunning for Nick too because he's not a dumb man and he can put two and two together and get four (even though sometimes it suits his purposes to make five instead) and it's gonna dawn on him sooner than later that he has someone very very close to him who has access to all kinds of fun spy equipment, doesn't he? Why yes he does.

Looking forward to watching Mew yeet him into the pool next ep though.

Ray. I love mess, and boy howdy did Ray bring it this ep. I'm incredibly unsure why he decided to burn all his bridges so spectacularly, but well, he's drunk and maybe high definitely feeling sorry for himself and we don't always make the best decisions in those situations. Seen speculation that he fully intends on hurting himself by getting behind the wheel and yeah, that also rings true.

He also knows just where to hit everyone where it hurts and he didn't hold back, did he? If I can't blame or hate Boston for what he did last ep then the same must be said for Ray - he wasn't spewing anything that wasn't true...until he got to Sand. There it was entire untruths but I don't like Ray enough to try to unpack that, especially since my less than rosy view of Ray means that I am inclined to think the worst. Frankly what I want to say is that all Sand is to Ray, whether he's actually paying for it or not, but even I know that's uncharitable. See, growth (mine, not Ray's - I think we've got at least three episodes before we see growth from Ray).

And frankly I don't think Boston was entirely wrong that he hopes that Mew finding out about Top and Boston will send him to Ray's arms - it's not the whole reason he needs Mew to know, but yeah. it's there in the back of his mind. I still don't blame him for telling him.

But also I'm with Sand - getting in a car the way he is isn't entirely about him, he could seriously hurt someone else and that pisses me the fuck off. I have a real bug bear about drunk driving. No excuse is a good excuse for that shit and that's why he's lower than Boston this week. Fuck him for that honestly.

Top. This might be controversial, but I feel kind of bad for Top this ep. I mean, not horribly bad, I was having a great time watching everything fall apart around him, but a little bad.

And here's the reason why: I don't think that he is entirely playing a part with Mew. I do think he likes him - not sure if I buy love but he does like him, perhaps a lot. The man is a nasty piece of work who slips into cocky assholery way too easily for my tastes, but I also think that he's kind of put in that role and so goes with it. He did try to be cordial with Sand this ep - kind of insane when you think about the fact that Sand hates him, Top knows Sand hates him, and he also knows why - but he didn't switch to assholery until he took his cue from Sand. Same when he ran into Sand with his car - he was sorry and worried but then Sand wouldn't follow that script so he followed. He does the same thing with Boston when they interact.

I think he enjoys being with Mew because Mew lets him be the best version of himself. But of course the asshole is still there underneath, he can't run from it, so it all falls apart around his ears. I do think he holds genuine affection for Mew, but what does that matter when he's screwed over so many people in the past? I think he also likes the novelty of doing love and sex Mew's way, but I also believe that he'll only play the penitent for so long before he loses patience. I'm curious to see if I'm right, and how things will go if so.

Chuem. Every time this woman opened her mouth it was to be a dick. Like, damn. I knew she wasn't some sweet angel but I get the impression the only one of her friends she really likes is Mew. Curious why, because she seemed to at least like Ray well enough two years ago. At the very least Mew is the only one that she's not casually cruel to.

Nick. Babe. You're pretty but I'm gonna need you to do something okay? Yes, even if your revenge hits Sand at least it'll hit SOMEONE. Because right now you're just a succession of "oh shit" faces and I need more.

Relationships (Most to Least Fave atm)

TopMew. Yep. They finally got really interesting and beat out BostonNick. I am so curious what Mew is gonna do to Top. I already said that my top guess is making Top work for it, making him think he's forgiven him...and then fucking Ray and making sure he finds out about it. This suspicion will turn into a certainty if he finds out that Top fucked Boston because he thought there something happened with him and Ray.

Nick and Sand. I want them to hash it out and make up. I said I'd be okay if Nick's revenge hit Sand but I really won't be haha, I want them to end the show still friends. They are usually really good at talking to each other so I have some hope. Don't let these men you probably won't even know anymore in a year screw up a friendship that might actually last beyond college, guys. Also you should make out.

Sand and Top and the ex. The way I am being teased about this is not nice. GIMME. I want answers, don't care how I want them now. Make it messy please. Please please please please please I want the ex to show up like a wrecking ball and for Sand to utterly lose all his shit over it.

BostonNick. Still think these two deserve each other. Am READY for Boston to put two and two together and get Nick fucking bugged his car, though. And maybe he can get Nick to play the recording from him since at this point he and Chuem are the only two who haven't heard it. I am curious to see what if anything Nick does when it all falls apart. I kind of want him to ascend to unhinged lengths as yet unseen.

SandRay. I guess the mask is off now (even though I kinda think it was always off, lol). I do not ship this. They are bad for each other and Ray especially needs to just not be anywhere near a romantic relationship, but especially not with Sand who has a serious caretaking complex that is going to foster some really nasty codependence, as well as a far too patient streak which will only encourage Ray to keep lashing out at him whenever he wants (yes this ep he did what he did but I cannot stress enough that it wasn't really about Ray. Oh, he took his shots but at it's heart this was all about getting at Top. Top is a special case for Sand, he's a dude who riles him up just by existing. Ray might get there eventually but currently he's nowhere near on Top's level for Sand, he'll put up with perhaps a LOT more before he finally gets to that point).

Every week I worry that Sand is gonna enter his doormat era, and every week they've neatly dodged it happening. But oh, we still have six weeks to go and the worst fight is yet to come so that worry ain't fading anytime soon.

As I've said, mutual destruction is more fun for me so this ep wasn't half bad on that front. If things stay in this vein I might actually work around to enjoying it as a disaster ship.

In Conclusion

I'm gonna need everyone to stop it with the slut shaming, please. Boston's an ass, but he's not an ass because he likes to sleep around and I'm kind of tired of the conflation of the two.

#only friends #only friends the series #rankings

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Mickie gives me cuteness aggression. Every time i see him i get the sudden urge to rip this throat out with my teeth ❤️ Can you tell me more about himb

He will absolutely kick your ass though so you best behave. He started working out just to be able to kick ass better.

So I'm pretty bad at coming up with stuff off the top of my head so please do feel free to ask if you have anything specific you want to know about him.

He's a really good dancer.

He started a band that he called For Profit Orphan Farm, because that's what he calls the orphanage. He also sometimes calls Bailey a for profit orphan farmer. On the topic of Bailey, He also has a drawing he made of Bailey he made pinned to a dart board. Throws darts at it.

He and Bailey have kind of a weird complicated relationship that's only gotten more weird and complicated over the years. It started off as entirely adversarial at first, Mikie hated Bailey's guts. Then eventually he figured that considering how much power and influence Bailey has, it would be in his best interest to get on his good side. So he decided he'd work to gain Bailey's trust then when he had it he'd betray him and take over. He didn't really change his additude but he did work to make it obvious he was an invaluable asset. Bailey ended up having to rescue him a few times and each time he'd give him a chunk of extra money in his weekly orphan fee. After all money is the only thing Bailey gives a shit about. They're not "friendly", Mikie even acts openly antagonistic and insulting towards him sometimes but it's almost joking? They almost sort of have something of a banter going? He plays pranks on him sometimes. Mikie would never admit it to anyone or even himself, but he sort of wants to impress Bailey, prove he's more than just another orphan. It's impossible to know what he truly feels for Bailey, even less so what Bailey feels for Mikie.

Mikie hasn't actually been in the orphanage since he was a child, instead he came to the orphanage in his mid teens after his parents lost custody. At that time he was a total loner with a bad additude but Robin really brought him out of his shell. Robin was his first friend at the orphanage, perseverating to try to be his friend even on those first days when Mikie kept telling him he was annoying and to scram. Mikie doesn't talk about his parents, he actually doesn't remember them or his childhood before the orphanage much aside from vague feelings and snippets. And he doesn't really care to, he's perfectly content to act like his time before the orphanage doesn't exist at all.

He's a delinquent that likes to cause trouble in school. Essentially harmless stuff. Well other than pepper spraying people. But to be fair those people were Whitney and his pack of friends. Mikie maintains that if you don't start none there won't be none, and it's not his fault Whitney keeps running back over and over again to get his ass kicked. He also intervenes when he sees students getting bullied and is generally kind of scrappy and rarely runs from a fight. So he's in fights a lot. Which means he's in detention a lot. You'd think his obvious status as a delinquent would mean he's probably getting shit grades but he's actually doing surprisingly well, like he actually gets good grades. He's the worst at math, unsurprisingly. River likes him since he volunteers at the soup kitchen occasionally. River thought he was another rude asshole kid at first but Mikies always been earnest and worked hard and proved himself to be ultimately a kind person even if he's a bit rough around the edges. So River bumps up his grade even though he really shouldn't.

He doesn't really know how to draw, he's not a good artist.

He's kinda in a thruple with Kylar and Sydney. (Well technically Mikie is seeing like a bunch of different men but Ky and Sydney are the only ones he thinks of as his actual boyfriends he actually loves.) Which was a whole goddamn mess to set up and frankly is still more or less a goddamn mess. They're kind of competitive and snippy to eachother. Ky is more openly antagonistic and Syd is just sarcastic and teasing. And while Mikie does think it's kind of very super hot when boys fight over him (he feels really guilty for this) he does genuinely care deeply for both of them and wants them to get along. He also tries to get Ky and Robin to hang out. Mikie worries about Ky, thinks he could really use a friend. Though it's probably kinda dumb to keep trying to get Kylar to get along with people Mikies been inside of but oh well Mikies never had very good judgement when it comes to relationships.

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silvysartfulness · 1 year

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12, 17, 19, 22 for the choose violence ask game👀

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Oh man, like. All of them? I tend to only fall for unpopular characters, so that's a long list. But keeping it just to a few choice people in the Untamed;

Xue Yang. Obviously. He's brilliant, he's dedicated, he's fucked up in some really interesting ways and he got so close to having a redemption arc and happy ending before everything came crashing down! If he'd been the protagonist/viewpoint character, you know he'd be getting the fandom's WWX cinnamon roll treatment. But alas.

Jiang Cheng. That so many people dislike him honestly baffles me? I see so many takes that are frankly based in extremely shallow readings, disregarding his trauma, his world context, the impossible balance between his crushing responsibilities and the people important to him. He's not your homophobic dad or schoolyard bully, he's a deeply traumatized person doing the best with what he's got despite losing everything dear to him over and over, and he's trying so hard. He's loud and has a hot temper, but for fuck's sake, there's so much love there and you'd almost have to be willfully blind not to see it!

Jin Guangyao. Another of those "if he'd been the main character/viewpoint character, people would have loved him" ones. He's intelligent, determined, hardworking and loyal - though frequently pushed way beyond his breaking point in that loyalty. Pragmatic to the point of ruthlessness, but it's because the world's one big trolley problem to him - he sacrifices the few to help the many (even if yes, that does include himself in 'the many'), but he doesn't take pleasure in the hurt he causes (except in that one pretty understandable case of his dad). He deserves so much compassion, or at the very least understanding!

Should I put Song Lan on here? A lot of people seem to hate on him for very shallow, ship-related reasons, but within the plot, he tried his very hardest to set things right. It's not his fault they were all already doomed by the narrative and he walked into Yi City that day as the unwitting catalyst.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

For fics, Yi City fix-its that don't count killing Xue Yang as "fixing it". Stories digging into the hot mess of the complex, fascinating canon-verse, or at least reincarnation.

More fics with characterization I vibe with - a complicated, rough-edged but ultimately lovable Xue Yang, a compassionate but stubborn and somewhat brittle Xiao Xingchen and a Song Lan who feels so much and is so bad at showing it. More SXX fics overall!

For art, more art with the CQL character designs! The designs for the other adaptations are kind of cute, but they're just not my guys, and I feel pretty lukewarm toward them on the whole.

(And fellow artists - please, please, please don't forget Xue Yang's missing finger! 😭 I see so much fanart with either 10 intact fingers, or a glove with a fully articulated left pinky. His lost finger is the driving force of his entire character arc, don't just forget about it...😢)

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Hmm... 🤔 On the whole, I don't feel a lot of shame for my tastes in fiction. I'm surprised I actually ended up really liking the main couple as much as I did - in a love story, no less? That literally never happens, I always go for the sideline gremlins.Other than that, though...

Trying very hard to hold up the blorbos and my usual go-to tropes, groping around for any sense of horror or shame, but I can't think of anything really. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess I'm that one (1) person who actually likes the Yin Iron plot? I genuinely think CQL made a lot of good choices to tie the sprawling narrative together more cohesively, and I liked the introduction of the Yin Iron and how it led into the creation of the Yin Tiger Seal rather than tossing the latter in as an "Oh yeah, this was a thing that totally existed all along, forgot to mention". (I know MDZS was written and posted in installment, and that can make it hard to work with foreshadowing etc, but even so. I do think CQL did a good job tightening up the story in many ways.)

And don't get me wrong, I absolutely don't mind the idea of Xue Yang as an absolute nobody clawing his way up from nothing! It's a delicious version, too! But there's just something about the idea of a family he could have belonged to, a sense of community he could have had, ripped away centuries before he was even born.

If I want to be a petty, I guess I could put "Xue Yang is canonically brilliant" under this question, too, because I wish that was explored in more fics and meta. The boy is a prodigy. He's a genius. He's also a street-brawler, petty thief and murderous little piece of shit, but that doesn't take away the first point. Let Xue Yang be the highly, dangerously intelligent Problem that he actually is!

#violence ask game #asksilvy #untamed artfulness

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catgirl-sama · 4 months

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I'm so so tired. No this isn't a horny post or anything, just throwing words into the void which is so nice to be able to do.

I'm tired of being the one who initiates all the time. I'm tired of being cared about when I'm crying and not before. I'm tired of trying so hard. I'm tired of not loving myself and knowing I probably never will. I'm tired of the constant, constant struggle of being misunderstood or not understood at all.

I'm tired of justifying things or having to explain what I mean. I'm tired of healthy communication. I'm tired of standards of living and social etiquette. I'm tired of everything.

I'm tired of wanting it all to end. I'm tired of finding glimmers of hope and then returning back to this place. I'm tired of watching myself crumble over and over.

I'm tired of it all.

I want to be me. I want to be a fucking problem for one second, not a problem that other people make up. One where I'm actively choosing myself and saying fuck it, I'm going to be so loudly me that even if I'm quiet, I'm tearing off these people's desire to feign that they want to deal with me.

I want to be totally abandoned because I'm so fucking afraid of it that I can barely qualify as a human being. I am a feel good machine that churns out everyone else's desired outputs.

I want people to have a reason to hate me. To loathe me. To not have a vague dislike of me because I poke my head out of my heart once in awhile. Judge me entirely. Here I am, and at least now you can hate me if I wasn't this angel. I'm too nice. I'm kind and amazing. I hear these words and I think nothing because what the fuck am I besides these things?

Is there anything better than being a kind person? Is there anything worse or more damning than being labeled kind?

Is there anything better than being loved? Is there anything worse or more damning than being loved?

To know that the person who sees your kindness and love sees you in their mind, who adores this facet of you, and who probably thinks well of you and loves you despite the flaws you know you have, but that you can't bear to show them? Because you're trapped, trapped by their perception of you. Trapped and you have to break it, and cause them to hurt because they see you, they know you, they love you- so why would you do this to yourself? Why would you do this to me? They wonder.

Is it their fault?

Of course not. Whose fault is it when you're fucked up unwillingly?

Explanations of who you are repeated over and over, explanations of why it's not their fault, why it's no one's fault.

It's not your fault that I'm falling apart. My threads were not sewn tight, my stuffing was packed too full, so when I'm squeezed too tightly by others, I break a little more.

You can't help that. I can't help it either.

Don't blame yourself.

I'm so tired of repeating to others that it's not their fault. I'm not perfect either. I know I hurt you, and I know you forgive me.

I know you hurt me, and you know I forgive you.

But do I? Do I ever forget the hurt? Do I ever trust with my whole heart? Do I ever let go of that perception you hold of me?

Is that perception the one you forgive, or is it me?

Of course it's me.

I know better now. I know.

Yet I forget. I forget over and over. I was hurt over and over, and now I can't believe you. I say I do, because I must. I do believe you, but I don't. Don't you know? Of course I do. But I don't.

Because that was a moment ago. Do you love me now?

You say you won't hurt me. I'm hurt.

You say you didn't mean to. I know.

There's nothing wrong. You are not my memories. You are not responsible for my flashbacks.

You messed up. I forgive you. But the scar grew larger anyway. It takes me longer to cover it up.

So please bear with me. Reassure me.

Because every time this happens, I am reminded of everything that is not true. And I can't help but believe it is.

I will be better again. I won't hurt as much. Soon I'll return to who I am, the one you see and love. Just let me, for a moment, be everything that I'm not.

#sigh

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ledarklink · 2 years

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Chaos year anniversary

Dear past me...

It's been quite a journey this whole year. Today exactly one year ago, my head and my thoughts were a hot mess. My mind felt like an ocean where I was drowning; there seemed to be no way out of it. The tides were strong; I was unable to resurface and breathe.

Today though, I look at myself and my mind is nice place where I can actually find peace. I went through hell since this journey started. I can't say it's over yet, but I can say I'm really proud of how far I've come. When everything happened I never thought I would be able to find inner peace. One thing I learned through this journey is that self love isn't a goal, or a place you can reach, it's a whole infinite path you walk your entire life.

The fact that I actually was able to understand that was what really helped me. In the past, I would have gotten frustrated in the bad days, and I would have just fallen more into that deep hole. I realized there would be good days, and there would be bad days. I made it through.

Past me, I'm deeply sorry for being so hard on you. You didn't deserve all that. You didn't deserve all the ugly things I put you through during these years. You didn't deserve all the mean things I told you. You didn't deserve to be blamed for things that were not under your control. But thanks to that, I'm the person I am today. Thanks to that I finally found peace.

Past, present and future me, you deserve to be treated kindly. Your feelings are valid, even though some people might think you're overreacting; you're not. Please, be kind to yourself, or at least try. Some things are not your fault. You can't always get in control of everything, and it's alright. Feel proud of yourself, of the things you've achieved. Feel free to feel your feelings. Take some time for yourself, you'll need it to clear your mind. Please don't think your feelings and thoughts are not valid. Remember, we have an underlying bipolar disorder, and though right now your mind is a peaceful place, it can get really hard to be in there when an episode is triggered. Please never think you're not good enough because you are. It's not hard to love you. Don't dwell in the past, you're allowed to look back but only to remember the mistakes you're not to repeat. Without those experiences, whether negative or positive, you wouldn't be the amazing human being you are today. You're wiser now.

You'll find someone to love you the way you deserve to be loved, but it might not be the right person; it might not be the right time. Don't blame it on you if things go wrong, I know we wouldn't do something to blow things up. I'm aware we might make mistakes, but I know you'll try to figure things out and you'll find your way out as you've always have. And if you can't figure things out, or if the other person is not up for it, just let it go and keep moving forward. Your time is precious; spend it on someone who won't change for the better is not worth it.

Future me, I hope you come back to this letter if you ever feel like things are going downhill. It does get better and you for sure know it. It just takes time. Even in your darkest days, you'll find light. I love you, to hell and back.

Love,

Present me.

#letter #time capsule #anniversary #it gets better

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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Meta of Stephen being a softie.

I've said before that I love his characterization in NWH and reading some stuff last night made me realize these two scenes are probably my favourite of his in the movie.

The first is when, after Peter has interrupted and quite literally fucked up the spell in an epic fashion, Stephen gets mad at him only to stop dead in his tracks: "You know, after everything we've been through together, somehow I always forget… you're just a kid. Look, Parker, the problem's not Mysterio. It's you trying to live two different lives. And the longer you do that, the more dangerous it becomes. Believe me."

I love that quote mainly for two reasons. The first is that despite how angry he was and how entitled he was to feeling that way, he still looks at Peter and sees no more than a kid trying to do right by his loved ones. Perhaps if this had happened years ago, back when he was still a neurosurgeon, he wouldn't have thought twice about it: The kid made a mistake so it's his fault, he should know better. But the new Stephen cares, he cares so much he agreed to brainwashing the entire planet for him, he cares enough to put his own feelings and despair on the side so he can comfort the kid because it's not about him as the Ancient One once told him, standing right in front of him there's a young man who's feeling sad and scared and out of place... so he comforts him.

The other reason I like it is because it gives a little insight to how Stephen sees life (not just now but in the past as well), he can't live two lives, he's a sorcerer first and foremost. Like back in the day when he was a doctor, he didn't have too much time for friendships or romance (he tried with Christine but not even with her he could make it work), he was completely focused - and dare I say, obsessed - with work. And now it's the same, that hasn't changed. His personal life is nonexistent, to the point of this kid showing up and him assuring him he's not bothered by his presence, he likes the company because he doesn't get much of that in his daily life. And while I'm sure there's a part of pride in that, I think he also feels the loneliness that comes with it.

And oh what wouldn't I give for MoM to address that, his loneliness and his aversion to forming close relationships with other people and where that comes from...

The second scene is with MJ when she tells him: "You're telling us what to do, even though it was your spell that got screwed up. Meaning that all of this is kind of your mess. You know, I know a couple of magic words myself, starting with the word 'please'." The audacity is off the charts (and I love it) but Stephen could have easily corrected her, told her it was Peter who messed with the spell, told her to show some respect or not talk to him that way... it could have gone wrong. But he accepts her words, just like that. And when he answers there's a lot of sarcasm in there, don't get me wrong, but I like it because he's always regarded as a character who's way too arrogant and mean.... but he's not. Not at all. And I love it.

#don't mind me #just me thirsting over Stephen again #doctor strange #stephen strange #Stephen my beloved #he's a softie

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okay okay so I suddenly had a creative outburst and now I have way too many headcanon requests to send to you but I'll do one after the other, so I'm starting with this because it's wonderful (I'm sorry but you're getting all the romantic requests here, it's your fault for befriending me, I am such a hopeless romantic at heart):

dating sir lancelot! and like specifically sir lancelot after like, the end of season three. because when I was hunting for gifs this morning, I got one of like the scene where he's wearing that red shirt and walking to merlin and then merlin stains arthur's shirt and he's like "I'm sure you'll find a way to get that out" and I CRIED that scene is so beautiful because it could be him, it could be his happiness, that's the life he's always dreamt of and he gets ripped from it in the span of a year and I hATE THAT

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

These are going to be as much for me as they are for you lol

Dating Lancelot would include...

First things first: you've never seen anyone as nervous as Lancelot was the day he asked you out. Poor guy was a bright red, stuttering mess. It was kind of adorable.

Actually, Lancelot gets flustered easily in general.

You called him “Lance” once, very affectionately, and when you got no reaction, you turned around to see him bright fucking red. So naturally, you keep calling him by that nickname, do you have any idea how cute he looks?

That red shirt he’s wearing in the gif? It’s yours now. You don’t even steal it, he just lets you borrow it once because you’re cold and then decides it looks much better on you so he tells you to keep it.

He loves it when you play with his hair. It’s the fastest way to get him to fall asleep after a long day (when it’s longer, he’ll shyly ask you to brush it).

Okay, now for some Angsty Times™️: Lancelot has been through some shit. His entire village, including his family, was slaughtered before his eyes when he was just a child. And even though it happened a long time ago, he still has nightmares about it.

He’ll wake up soaked in sweat, gasping for fresh air to try and forget the scent of fire and blood. He always tries his best to be quiet, but you always wake up -almost as if you can feel his distress.

Some nights are better than others. Some nights he manages to shake his nightmare off by simply holding your hand and talking with you. Some nights he won’t talk at all, and he certainly won’t go back to sleep. In case of the latter, he wants you to go back to sleep, but you won’t leave him to deal with this on his own.

Alright, that was Angsty Times™️, please tune in next time for more!

For someone who flusters so easily, Lancelot is a very physically affectionate person. Once he knows you’re fine with it, he’s always touching you in some way: his arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours,… it’s a reassurance, to him, that you’re there.

Gwaine gives both of you the “hurt them and I’ll kill you” speech. While the two of you were standing next to each other. Just randomly came up to you and went “Lancelot, if you ever hurt (Y/N), I will kill you with my bare hands. (Y/N), if you ever hurt Lancelot, I will kill you with my bare hands.” Then he just walked off. You and Lancelot still laugh about it.

Since Lancelot isn’t just a knight, but a Knight of the Round Table, he’s often needed when things go south. They’re Camelot’s first line of defence, a beacon of hope for all those who needed. And while you couldn’t be more proud, you worry -regardless of whether or not you’re a knight yourself.

It happens painfully often that Lancelot returns home injured because he was protecting someone else. Being protective, being a shield for those who don’t have one, is what defines him.

And even though you scold him for not being more careful, you aren’t angry. How could you be, when he’s doing nothing other than being the man you love?

Lancelot is also a sneaky little shit when he wants to be. Expect to be tugged into corridors for a quick or not so quick kiss.

And on that topic, he loves surprising you. Loves sneaking up behind you, just so he can wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. If it’s been a while since he last saw you, he’ll literally pick you up and spin you around until he gets dizzy and almost crashed you both into a wall.

Okay, that’s about all that comes to mind right now, but I hope you liked them!!

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