#so - needless to say - things are getting dire

[starbuck]

a spider knows that an insect has been caught in its web because it feels the vibrations of its struggle to escape, right? i think The Narrative is the same way.

you can glide through a story relatively unnoticed and unscathed UNTIL you try to leave. and then The Narrative turns its terrible, bulging eye towards you. and you’re its favorite person forever.

#but what’s the alternative? #you’re trapped either way! #is it better to acquiesce to fate in the hopes you’ll get off easier #or should you fight it despite knowing it’s a lost cause #istg every time i say something it becomes about the Philoctetes #NOT my intention but. um yeah philoctitties moment for the ages #anyway - what’s happened is that i’ve been listening to the playlists i made while actively watching Better Call Saul #so - needless to say - things are getting dire

[tarjapearce]

Soccer family Miguel and wife’s first time with each other?

Ah, sweet nonny 👀

A bit nsfw and Fluff (As usual❤️) undercut ~

You had been staying with Miguel in his apartment after a pretty bad fight with your mother. You arrived, teary eyed, soaked by the rain and in dire need of a hug.

You hadn't formally asked eachother to date, but pretty much everyone knew you were a thing at this point.

"I didn't know what to do" You'd mumble as he let you in and helped you out.

The first night was rather something you needed, he gave you his clothes and acted like nothing more but a listener. He offered you to stay as long as you needed.

You didn't want to be around your own apartment since your mother had been staying there.

The second night was a breeze. You'd wake up to make him some breakfast and would wait for him to return. Needless to say that it was a pleasant surprise to have someone to wait for him after a long day of work.

And right now, all he could think of was the taste of your lips. Sweet and cinnamon-like after drinking his horchata, his large hands gently roamed your frame, to then stop at your waist and squeezed.

Your giggles were drowned as he pushed you towards the bedroom. You loved to tease him, and he could only take so much before he snapped. Things got serious when you stumbled at the edge of his bed and he crawled ontop of you.

Hands caressing your face, his thumb brushing over you lips and you kissed it. He stared at you for what it felt like forever and you couldn't help but feel scrutinized

"Miguel?"

He swallowed the knot in his throat and sighed.

"Sorry, shouldn't have-"

"I want you too." Your smile, your damned sweet smile sent shivers down his spine. A small flush dashed in his cheeks as he spoke

"It's been a while though, so I apologize if-"

"Tranquilo, I'm no expert by any means either. Let's just... find out together?" (Relax)

"I'd like that."

One would think that Miguel had his own share of experiences, but sex wasn't something he actually indulged, and when he did was to appease his mind so he could work in peace without sexual and intrusive thoughts plaguing him, but even so it was rare. College days were too busy to give in and his first time had been, meh.

And you'd resort to toys. Sure a couple of previous failed partners were enough to just get yourself a quick solution. Sex for you had been... bland, lousy and surely something you'd rather to engage almost never. It was rare when a partner was actually focused on your pleasure.

But with Miguel, there was something about him that drawn you like a moth to a flame. Things between you flowed like water.

His lips on your neck made all those thoughts to go away, his hands cradled your cheek as his other hand explored your clothed thighs. His pajama pants had been huge on you, but so so comfortable, just like his presence.

His shirt, discarded like yours. Breast bare before him, your hands reached for his lower back and caressed him, earning a low and soft growl, then they reached to his supple and plump pair of mounds.

"W-What are you doing?" He half laughed , half tensed.

"I always wanted to do that, sorry" You squeezed him and he inhaled sharply, "That too." You giggled and squealed when he nipped at your neck softly.

"I know you know you're hot."

He snorted and peeled your pants off.

"You're just nervous. You talk alot when nervous." He mumbled before removing his own clothes.

"Hard to not be when it's been a while since-" Your eyes widened at his bare body, Greek God type physique before you in all its glory. now you felt like a measly tribute.

"Can hear your thoughts from here" He poked your forehead to then remove your panties.

"Estás preciosa." (You're gorgeous)

-----

You had lost the track of time and the count after the third orgasm. Your mind still processed everything that had happened.

"You ok?" His arms pulled you closer as you panted and nodded. Heat cooling off your bodies.

"That was..." You gave a long exhale, "Dios mío, Miguel."

"Cállate" He groaned and held you close. You were the big spoon. A lazy smile on his face.

Pleasure surely thrived between you both. He had used his mouth, his fingers and his cock. The latter proved a bit tricky since, as much as he wanted to just let go of all inhibitions, he was aware that after a while without sex, it could be painful, but that didn't stop you from riding him.

His face both pussy drunk and surprised as you bounced on him. You took it like a champ and he'd want more. More of you, more of your moans and little cries you'd do everytime he plowed deep enough. With you things felt natural, he was a natural.

You made him feel a lot of unusual things that his previous partners had lacked completely. He had enjoyed sex, he loved pounding into you, specially when your legs wrapped around his waist to push him deeper. It was no longer a task but a need only you seemed to sate completely, and still he'd need more.

And your back arching at every orgasm as your insides trapped his cock, was the proof he needed. You weren't faking it, like some had done before. If something wasn't working you'd tell him. But the way you looked at him, praised him, was too much and too good.

So many things went through your minds.

Your name felt sweet as it rolled off his lips

"Yes?"

"Stay."

A bashful smile as you pulled him closer and kissed his head.

"Of course."

You weren't his girlfriend, but much more than that. You were his and his alone.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #mig #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara fluff

[theostrophywife]

kiss with a fist | chapter eleven.

masterlist 💋 chapters 💋 playlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: 18 - one direction.

author's note: please enjoy my pookies in domestic bliss.

The streetlights casted shadows on the sidewalk as you climbed the steps to your childhood home. As you made your ascent, fresh flurries rained down from the winter sky, covering the quiet neighborhood in a blanket of snow. Beside you, Theo fidgeted with the hem of his cashmere jumper and roughly combed a hand through his curls for what seemed like the millionth time that evening. 

You slipped your fingers through his and squeezed. “Don’t be nervous, Teddy. They’re going to love you.” 

Theo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the only tell signifying his nerves. Over the past few months, you became more and more attuned to your boyfriend’s body language. For someone who always had a sarcastic comment at his disposal, there were a lot of things that Theo conveyed without words. 

For example, you now knew that incessant tapping of his fingers meant that he was in dire need of a cigarette break, the slight clench of his jaw was a warning that someone was about to get their head bashed in for flirting with you, and that a tongue against the cheek meant to meet him in the broom closet immediately. Needless to say, you’d become an expert on reading Theodore Nott and right now, he was a never ending novel of nervousness. 

It didn’t surprise you. When you first invited him to Christmas dinner, Theo had grown so quiet that you actually checked his pulse to see if he was still alive. You were cuddled up in bed at your dorm when you sprung the question on him. It had only been two months since you officially started dating, but you knew without a doubt that you would be taking Theo home to meet your parents at some point. The only question was when. 

Then your mum had outright demanded that you bring him by for the holidays in her latest letter, which pretty much sealed the deal for you. Theo’s family wasn’t really big on celebrating Christmas given its origins, but his nonna had invited you to come to Triora for New Year’s, which you gladly accepted. She was as eager to meet you as your parents were to meet Theo. 

The two of you had taken each other’s news very differently. At first, you were nervous, but the excitement of learning more about your boyfriend's family offset the jitters. Theo, however, went into full psycho mode in the weeks leading up to his visit. He made you quiz him on traditional muggle festive activities, asked a million questions regarding your parents and their expectations, and even got special permission for an emergency shopping trip to muggle London so you could help pick clothes that were ‘boyfriend material.’

The boys had made fun of him incessantly, but Theo didn’t care one bit. He was on a mission to win your parents over and nothing was going to stand in his way. Pansy said it was the most work she’d ever seen him put into anything. Luna thought it was incredibly sweet, albeit a bit amusing to listen to you explain the concept of Santa Claus to your very confused boyfriend.

Said boyfriend now looked panicked as he peered inside of the black bag he’d brought along. “Are you sure I shouldn’t have sent a flower arrangement ahead of time? Or a bottle of vintage wine from the vineyard? I was going to, but I didn’t know what we were having for dinner and there’s truly nothing more embarrassing than paring the wrong wine with—”

You pulled him down by his scarf so that you were face to face. “Theo, this isn’t a soiree at Malfoy Manor. My family is as far from high society as you can possibly be. We’re just normal people. There’s no need to worry, babe.” 

“I really want them to like me,” he said softly. 

You grinned. “Well then use that famous charm of yours and win them over like you did with me.” 

“Yeah, but you were after my smoking hot body,” Theo responded sarcastically. “It’s harder when I don’t have that as an advantage.” 

He yelped when you slipped your cold hands underneath his jumper. Theo pried your fingers from his stomach before warming them up between his own. “See what I mean? You’re only using me for my perfectly sculpted abs.” 

“I’d like to lick those perfectly sculpted abs in my childhood bedroom at the end of the night, so make sure you make a good first impression in there.” 

“As if I don’t already have enough pressure on my shoulder,” he declared dramatically. “Now I have to swat your horny little hands away from me all night.” 

“Oh, please. Like I haven’t caught you adjusting yourself countless times since we left the train.” 

“It’s not my fault that my girlfriend’s absolutely fit, alright. The extremely short skirt doesn’t help either, love.” 

“I’m wearing tights, you pervert.” 

“Yeah, but when has that ever stopped me?” 

“Behave, Theodore. I promise to reward you after.”

Theo sighed and flicked your nose. “I am but your humble servant, cara mia.” 

You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Now come on, Teddy. Time to be a big boy and meet your girlfriend’s parents.” 

The minute you opened the door, the nostalgic smell of freshly baked cookies and pine filled your senses. Christmas had always been a special occasion in your household, so it wasn’t surprising at all to find the entire flat festively decorated. The foyer was covered in floor to ceiling with fairy lights and wreaths lined the narrow hallway while garland twined around the staircase into the second floor. Theo peered around in wonder, seemingly amused by the statues of glittery snowmen, red nosed reindeers, and the white bearded man carrying a sack of gifts. 

“Looks a bit like Dumbledore,” Theo said. 

You snorted before leading him into the living room. The fireplace was lined with stocking and lit with a flame that cast a soft, cozy glow upon the fresh pine tree, which was adorned with a combination of ornaments and other quirky trinkets that you had collected over the years. Underneath it sat a mountain of neatly wrapped gifts. 

“Is that you, bug?” called your father’s voice. 

Your parents emerged from the kitchen, walking hand in hand towards you and Theo. Your father offered your boyfriend a warm smile, while your mother sized him up like she did to her opponents in court. 

“This is the infamous boyfriend, then?” she asked with a raised brow. 

“What my wife means to say is that we’re very happy to meet you, Theodore. Y/N has told us so much about you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. Please, call me Theo.” Theo shook your father’s hand before handing your mother a bouquet of sunflowers. “Y/N told me that sunflowers are your favorite. I hope these are to your liking, Mrs. Y/L/N.” 

Your mum’s expression softened as she accepted the flowers. “These are quite lovely. Thank you, Theo.” She admired the sunflowers and smiled. “How did you manage to get your hands on these? They’re out of season for the winter.” 

“My family grows them in an enchanted greenhouse back at our vineyard. My nonna actually helped me pick them out. She said that a real gentleman never shows up empty handed,” Theo flashed a charming smile before pulling a fresh tub of gelato from his bag. “Which is why I’ve come with dessert as well.” 

“Flowers and ice cream?” Your father asked in an impressed tone. “Your nonna raised you well, young man.” 

You chuckled. “It’s gelato, dad. Calling it ice cream is practically a criminal offense in Teddy’s eyes.” 

Theo blushed at the nickname while your parents shared an amused look. “Well, Teddy,” your father playfully teased, “You can educate us poor English folk on the intricacies of gelato after dinner.” 

Calling the spread your mum had prepared dinner seemed like an understatement. She certainly didn’t hold back on preparations this year. All of the classics were there—prime rib, yorkshire pudding, praline chestnuts and sprouts, and roasted potatoes. While you enjoyed the food at Hogwarts, there was truly nothing like a home cooked meal. 

“Before we dig in,” your father started, “We have a little tradition in this house. Every Christmas, we go around the table and say a few things that we’re thankful for. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but it’s been a bit of a ritual for us since Y/N forced us all to do it because she thought it would earn her more presents from Santa when she was five.” 

You flushed in embarrassment. Theo grinned at you like he’d just learned a life changing secret. “I’d love to participate. Maybe I’ll get extra gifts from Sandy Claws, too.” 

The cheeky bastard shot you a wink, which made your parents laugh. “It’s Santa Claus, Theodore.” 

“Potato, potato, amorina.”

With a fond eye roll, you clapped your hands together. “I’ll start us off then. I’m thankful for mum and dad. Loons, Pans, and the boys. Teddy, of course. And my last year at Hogwarts.” 

Your mother and father went next. In true mum fashion, the first thing she gave thanks for was her landslide win against another misogynistic barrister. She used a few colorful words to describe him, which made Theo’s eyes grow wide before he burst into laughter and whispered that he now understood where you got your attitude from. Dad’s declaration was considerably less vulgar, but very sweet and endearing nonetheless as he gushed about his two favorite girls. 

When it was Theo’s turn, you were surprised to find him a bit shy and nervous. You grabbed hold of his hand underneath the table and squeezed in reassurance. 

“I’m thankful for my wonderful girlfriend and her lovely parents for inviting me to Christmas dinner. I’m thankful for my friends and family, especially my crazy old nonna who regularly gets into screaming matches with the neighborhood pigeons. And…I’m thankful that I’ll be attending Cambridge in the fall.” 

“You got in?” you asked excitedly, nearly leaping off your chair. 

Theo nodded sheepishly, chuckling as you threw your arms around him and squealed. “Oh my god, Teddy. That’s amazing. I’m so excited for you!” 

“Congratulations, Theo,” your mum said. “You should be very proud of yourself.” 

“Well done, young man,” your dad added, clapping Theo on the back. “Well done indeed.” 

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. By the time dessert rolled around, Theo had completely won your parents over. You swore that he could’ve charmed the feathers off of a hippogriff. No one in the muggle or wizarding world was safe from the cheeky little grin of Theodore Nott. 

After gorging yourself on stracciatella, your parents were more than happy to pull out the embarrassing childhood pictures. A delighted Theo devoured every humiliating picture of you from your unfortunate bowl cut when you were three to the slight overalls obsession you had at age six. He beamed at a photo of you posing proudly with your Hogwarts letter. 

“That was a very special day for our little bug,” your father recounted fondly. “Professor McGonagall delivered the letter in person and explained that our baby girl was a witch.” 

Your mum smiled, recalling the memory. “Obviously, it was a lot to take in, but Minerva was incredibly patient. Neither one of us knew that magic was actually real, but I suppose that after the initial shock wore off, we weren’t really all that surprised. We always knew that Y/N was special.” 

Theo twined your fingers through his. “Yeah, she really is. Y/N has kept me on my toes since first year. I don’t think I would’ve tried this hard at school if it weren’t for her.” 

“Oh, we know,” Mum said with a chuckle. “She used to write letters about the infuriating Nott boy who kept taking the top spot in class. Imagine our surprise when she told us that the two of you had started dating.” 

“This one was adamant about meeting you properly,” your father chided as he wrapped an arm around your mother. “Said she wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t break our little girl’s heart.” 

“I assure you, I wouldn’t even dream of doing such a thing. Y/N has my heart in her hands and she has the power to do whatever she pleases with it.” 

You blushed furiously, but Theo didn’t even appear fazed. For him, this wasn’t an attempt to flatter or impress your parents. He was merely stating facts. 

“Smart answer, Theo.” Your mum said, nodding in approval. “We expected nothing less. It’s clear that you adore our daughter and vice versa. My husband and I are genuinely pleased to meet you and we’re looking forward to seeing more of you in the future.” 

Theo beamed and placed an arm around your shoulder. “I’ll be here for as long as she’ll have me.” 

You chuckled softly as your father sniffled a little, blinking away his teary eyed expression. “Well, we’ll leave you kids to it before dear old dad gets any more sentimental than he already is. Be sure to introduce Theo to Bandit, bug.” 

After you parted for the night, Theo turned over to you with a smile. “So, bug. Do I finally get to snoop around in your room?”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine, but not a word about my stuffies or else I’ll stupefy you and send you on the next train home.” 

“My lips are sealed, amore mio.” 

The door to your bedroom creaked slightly as you made your way inside. Theo followed closely behind and took in every detail. You looked around the room, trying to see it from your boyfriend’s perspective. 

The walls were painted a vivid sky blue color and all of your furniture came from a French vintage market, designed to fit perfectly with the overarching Marie Antoinette theme. There were gold stars painted on the ceiling, which you and your father had painted over the summer after your first year. It had taken the entire holiday since the Ravenclaw within you insisted on properly depicting an accurate star chart. 

Books littered every corner of the room, some neatly categorized in shelves and others strewn in every available nook and cranny to accommodate the overflow. This year you opted to arrange a small stack of your favorite novels, twining fairy lights through them and forming the perfect book lover’s festive tree. 

By far your favorite place in the whole world besides Hogwarts was the little bay window that faced west of your neighborhood. You had many fond memories from your childhood of curling up with a good book under the warmth of the setting sun. 

Theo made himself comfortable on the cushioned bench and stretched his long legs. He grabbed the stuffed raccoon perched on the windowsill and grinned.

“And who might this be?” 

You plucked your favorite stuffed animal from your boyfriend’s hands and settled into his lap. “Teddy, meet Bandit.” 

The edges of his lips quivered. “You named your stuffed raccoon Bandit?” 

“I realize it may not be up to your sophisticated standards, but keep in mind that I was two when I got him. Bandit was the best I could come up with.” 

“I’m not making fun,” Theo said, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I happen to think it’s adorable. I bet you used to cuddle with him every night.” He poked Bandit’s fuzzy nose. “Sorry mate, but I’m afraid I’ve taken your spot and I’m quite loath to give it up.” 

“You do a lot more than cuddle with me, Theo.” 

Your boyfriend covered the stuffed raccoon’s ears. “Not in front of the stuffie, dear.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his hands away. “I’d apologize for her vulgar behavior, but I’m sure you’ve witnessed it far longer than I have.” 

“On second thought, I think I much prefer to cuddle with Bandit. He gives me a lot less sass.” 

Theo tilted your chin, grinning as he nuzzled his nose against yours. “You love my sass,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Not as much as I love your ass.” 

He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours. You sighed as he kissed you deeply, your fingers automatically fisting the front of his cashmere sweater. Theo tasted like stracciatella and spearmint toothpaste and you smiled as his arms snaked around your waist while his tongue flicked against your bottom lip. 

Theo caressed the curve of your jaw and pulled away reluctantly. “As much as I love where this is heading, I’d like to give you your present before you maul me entirely.” 

You swatted his arm. “I don’t maul, Theodore.” 

“Maul, devour. Same difference. Now come on, love. It’s already past midnight, which means we can exchange gifts.” 

“Fine,” you sighed exasperatedly. 

In reality, you were more than excited to do your first exchange with your boyfriend. You walked over to your dresser and retrieved the neatly wrapped gift hidden within. The green and silver wrapping shimmered in the moonlight and was topped with a silk black ribbon. Theo grinned as he presented his gift, which was adorned in blue and gold paper. Sometimes it was scary how similar your minds worked. 

“You first, cara mia.” 

Theo watched as you carefully unwrapped the present. You pulled out a gray fleece jumper and chuckled when you saw the Cambridge crest embroidered on the front. It was identical to the one Theo had given you at the start of term, but with a more legible design. 

“I hope that this doesn’t make you think you’re getting your old jumper back.” 

“Of course not. I have long accepted that every one of my jumpers will end up in your greedy little hands.” You stuck your tongue out rather childishly while clutching the jumper, which made Theo chuckle. “That’s not all, my love. There’s another gift in there for you.” 

Sure enough, underneath the jumper was another smaller box wrapped in gold. The paper looked suspiciously lustrous. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it was made from actual gold. As soon as you saw the corner of the book, you nearly shrieked. 

“Theodore! You absolutely did not!” 

Theo smirked. “I absolutely did too.” 

In your hands was a first edition illustrated copy of Pride and Prejudice. It was bound in soft leather and had the original blue cover surrounded with golden peacock feathers. Aside from a few wears and tears, the book was in pristine condition. It felt almost sacrilegious to hold such a beautiful piece of literature in your hands. Especially since owning it had been your dream since you were a little girl. 

“How did you know?”

“The field trip to Edinburgh. I saw you looking at it in one of the bookshops.” 

“That was over a year ago,” you said in complete astonishment. “Back when we were still bitter enemies. I can’t believe you remembered.” 

“I remember everything about you, my love.” Theo smiled softly. “I’ll never forget the way your eyes lit up that day. I didn’t even think twice before buying it if it meant seeing you smile like that again.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. “It’s too much, Teddy. This must’ve cost a small fortune.” 

He shrugged. “What’s the point of being rich and handsome if I can’t spoil my girlfriend? Money isn’t an object, principessa. I’d gladly drain my vault at Gringott’s in exchange of making you happy.” Theo swiped a tear from the corner of your eyes. “Besides, the book is non-refundable so you better make sure to put it to good use.” 

The laugh that left your lips was slightly hoarse and your chest constricted with emotion as all of your affection for this sweet, wonderful boy threatened to spill over. 

“Ti amo, Theo.” 

“Ti amo cosi tanto, Y/N.” 

You kissed the tip on his nose and smiled at the blush warming Theo’s cheeks. “You know you’ve made it nearly impossible to follow that up, right?” 

“Why do you think I wanted to go first?” You swatted his arm, which only made him grin in response. “I’m kidding. I’m sure I’ll love your present.” 

You nodded, pushing the green and silver box towards him. Theo opened it slowly and lifted the lid. He immediately smiled when he saw the vinyls. After a trip to Camden Market, Theo had fallen in love with a record player and lugged the thing all the way back to school. The boys were fascinated by the muggle invention and played the few records Theo owned until they were scratched beyond belief. 

Theo shuffled through the Smiths, the Cure, the Clash and Fleetwood Mac with increasing excitement. When he pulled out the Queen record that you purposely saved for last, a fond expression settled over his features. 

“I think I knew I was in love with you the night you snuck me into the music room,” he said softly. “I suspected it for a while before that, but then I heard your cute little snort for the first time and I knew I was done for.” 

“Oh my god, Theo. You totally had a crush on me. How embarrassing.” 

Theo rolled his eyes affectionately. “Thank you, amore mio. I really do love it. I can’t wait to listen to all of them.” 

“There’s—um—another gift in there for you.” Your boyfriend raised a brow at your sudden nervousness. He moved the vinyls aside and found a golden badge carefully wrapped in black silk. A broom and wand was etched on the gilded surface as well as Theo’s name. Underneath it was the title ‘Sports Coordinator.’ 

“After the slug club dinner, Harry and I started working on something. We both agreed that the separation in this school is doing more harm than good, so we talked to a few people from different houses—Cassius, Hannah, Colin, Cho and a few others who felt the same way that we did. After meeting a few times, we proposed creating an inter house committee that basically acts as a student governing body that represents members of every house equally. We can all collaborate on making decisions regarding social events, academic clubs, and even school policies. McGonagall approved it just before break. We’re hosting our first official meeting when we get back. Pansy agreed to be social coordinator, naturally. Cassius wanted to be treasurer. Did you know he’s quite good at maths? The other upperclassmen will be involved as well, but we wanted to leave the officer positions to the younger years because they’ll be spearheading it after we leave.” 

You took a deep breath, anxiously fidgeting your fingers. “I was wondering…if you’d like to be the sports coordinator? I was thinking you could arrange the first interhouse quidditch game. I overheard you and the boys talking about it before.” Theo stared at you in absolute silence. “It’s alright if you don’t want to. I just thought maybe—”

The sentence was cut off as Theo took your face between his hands and kissed you more fiercely than he’d ever kissed you before, which was saying a lot. Your boyfriend was definitely not shy with physical displays of affection. It only took half a day for the rest of Hogwarts to know that you were officially dating after Theo kissed you in the middle of the Great Hall for everyone to see.

“Is that a yes?” you asked when he finally let you up to breathe. 

Theo pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. “Of course it’s a yes.” He took the badge and pinned it onto his jumper. “I’ll wear the badge proudly, my love.” 

You chuckled. “Sorry that my gift isn’t as good as a first edition Jane Austen novel.”

“Are you kidding? This is the best gift anyone’s ever given me. You single handedly created a new governing student body so that my friends and I and whoever comes after us won’t live in constant hate and judgment. You’re amazing, amore mio. I love that smart brain of yours.” 

“Merry Christmas, Teddy.” 

Theo gathered you into his arms and kissed the top of your head as you both looked out the window to watch the snow fall softly over the quiet neighborhood. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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[mailjeevasfan]

hi! <3

can you possibly do wammy boys with a s/o who is under stress from exams? maybe self projecting rn HAHA but i hope it's not too much trouble ^^

that’s me atm too so i’ll gladly write this one out (instead of studying for my own exams) thank u for the rq <3

this for all the people doing exams rn💪

-wammy boys x gn!reader

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wammy boys with s/o under stress from exams ❦

l lawliet

-he’s literally the greatest detective in the world and a general supergenius so he’ll most likely help you study at first. i mean all the wammy boys are super smart so they’d probably all do this but yeah

-he helps you study because he primarily recognises things that are practically important. by this i mean he would help you study and put his brains to use, but would give you breaks and care and stuff like that afterwards. he understands the importance of you being prepared before anything and wouldn’t want you to be stressed or do bad in the exams.

-if you were overwhelmed and having a breakdown or something like that he’d be very loving and would 100% give u cuddles until you calmed. and would also probably get you tons of cake and treats <3

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mello

-again, would help you to study. this would be the kind of thing where if you didn’t get it he’d start getting so frustrated but in a really funny and comical way. you’d just keep laughing, unable to stay serious and he’d get so agitated LMAO

-he’d never express this out loud but he would definitely be worried in helping you study. that sounds so weird with no explanation but i mean he has an inferiority complex and even though he knows he’s extremely smart, he’s been second for so long that he might not feel good enough to help you. however, when you ace your exams thanks to his frantic tutoring he feels a little pleased with himself.

-in the situation of you becoming very overwhelmed and upset he would be a little tough but in a loving way. he’d bluntly reassure you that you’ve got this and that you will be okay in the end. he’s very good with comforting you in this kind of situation due to his past experiences in academic settings

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matt

-we all know that matt has a kind of sloth like existence LMAO he just likes to play video games and chill. but if you direly required help with your studies of course he’s going to help you, he was ranked third at wammy’s house, another supergenius here. even if he wasn’t helping you, he’d make sure that you were studying because he doesn’t want you to get stressed from being unprepared. but strangely at the same time i can definitely see him distracting you really badly when you’re focused, he’d get bored so easily when you were busy.

-needless to say, after you’re finished he’s dragging you to the couch, throwing an arm around you and forcing you to play video games whether you like it or not. he would express how proud he was of you if he knew you were very stressed and reward u with lots of cute stuff while you hung out. this goes for after you get your results back too, he would genuinely be so proud.

-if you got very upset he would be very sweet in comforting you. typical stuff, would reassure you that you’re doing amazing and that you’ll be fine in the end. lots of affection

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near

-very very patient when helping you study. he’d obviously understand whatever it was very quickly and if you didn’t get it he’d take the time to explain it thoroughly and be very persistent but not in a pushy way at all. very soft and nice about things, he wouldn’t want to make you feel inadequate since he genuinely believes in you.

-i can very easily imagine his little signature near smile once you get your results back and he finds out you did great. you know the lil :]

-if you were overwhelmed, he’d talk you through it logically, but by this point he’s learned to be sensitive with your feelings and not be too unemotional. he’ll explain that you’ve prepared and done everything you can, and whatever result you get will be amazing seeing as you genuinely tried. he reassures that he will be proud of you no matter what, and that you should be proud of yourself

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#death note #mello #mail jeevas #mihael keehl #l lawliet #matt #near #nate river #mello x reader #mail jeevas x reader #near x reader #l lawliet x reader #death note x reader #wammy boys #wammy boys x reader

[quitealotofsodapop]

Ok so in the Stone egg au, no matter which version, if Wukong is carrying an egg by the time S2 starts then there's gonna be some big issues. For one, MK is not gonna want his mentor going off on "vacation" in his condition and second, Wukong himself had explained his reasoning for isolating himself at that point so now that it's basically been revealed in front of a bunch of other demons that the Monkey King is pregnant (people always seem to forget that Wukong and DBK weren't alone in that web), it'd be all the more risky for Wukong to run off. Which means Wukong had better have a good reason if he's gonna risk himself and the Egg.

So needless to say, MK doesn't buy Wukong's bullshit in S2, and Wukong is forced to actually communicate. Learning about the LBD and the searing has for the weapon does literally nothing to convince MK to let Wukong go by himself. It comes down to an argument over noodles (because MK got so fed up, he just dragged Wukong into the shop to get his adopted dads' opinion on the matter) and MK's friends all agreeing with MK that it's a stupid idea and Wukong should have someone to go with him. They understand Wukong's reasoning, don't get them wrong, but the idea is utterly stupid. Let someone who isn't gonna pop any day now handle the search for the weapon, maybe the Demon Bull Family since they'd recently reconciled with Wukong! (Wukong is very against this idea because rn he is still thinking of the Samhadi Fire and there's no way DBK would allow that)

yeah no, MK isn't buying the "vacation" talk in S2. And DBK ain't letting Wukong run off to some fake spa/resort when he just survived a mega energy sapping while with child.

Wukong gets the reasoning forced out of him, and even with the gang saying its a stupid plan, he's adamant to find out what LBD has planned.

So the gang decides that DBK would assist Wukong investigate LBD's old place of residence in Diyu + act as his rabid guard-bull for the duration. And the wider demon public will assume its the King doing one last inter-dimensional pilgrimage before his child enters the world.

MK and Red Son likely team up during "Sleep Bug" and agree to search around the Cloud for the same info Syntax is there to steal... nerd on nerd violence occurs.

Wukong def still keeps the fact that he plans on using the Samadhi Fire to destroy LBD to himself until things get dire.

#slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #lmk aus #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #lmk red son

[faust-the-enjoyer]

@maxismp1 asked: Haii! I saw you write for Keegan. Iw as wondering if you could write him with an older women, as jn like she's a Colonel or general, in her 40s. Just a older and serious woman. Scars are bonus! Hehe thanks if you do!

Colonel

Tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader is a colonel, reader is in her 40s, sfw, reader has scars, mentions of near-death experiences.

A/n: yaaaaas finally writing something like this! 👏 thanks for the request @maxismp1 !!!

-Divider by (Saradika-graphics)!

Keegan would like it, he'd like having a wise colonel around. An older, mature, wise women, who's respected more than feared on base AND the field. A woman who pushes soldiers to do their best without making them feel like they're about to die from exhaustion or fear. A woman who makes the laughing soldiers go quiet whenever she walks beside them with one look. A woman who has scars adorning her arms and neck from old missions, proving her success in them and her ability to help herself and others up in dire and near-death missions.

When you're not training your soldiers or doing paperwork, you're walking down the hallways of the base, seeing if everything is alright or not. Keegan -although he's more of the quiet type and not really one to go around and make friends- had no issues talking with you, getting to know you a bit, he was a bit surprised to know that you've heard of him before on base, so you already know a bit about him. He'd ask here and there for your expertise on things and about your experiences and advises, but what really interested him after your character were your scars.

He'd eye them every now and then whenever you two chatted, until he asked you, "Colonel, may I ask...how'd you get these scars?", he asked quietly, his hand pointing towards his own neck and arm, he doesn't want to be rude by pointing at your scars. You gave him a small, tired small and a nod, explaining the history behind each scar given to you, every scar that showed that you're still here, breathing, living. Each scar that made you the woman that you are; resilient, strong, and tough.

Needless to say, you two couldn't be together due to your difference in ranks, at least not on base. What happened in private didn't matter as long as it wasn't known by others. So that's how it was between you two, in front of other soldiers and on base, you were a colonel advising a younger sergeant, but behind closed doors, you'd hold him close, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as you gave his warm ears small kisses. You two would savour these moments, knowing you can't ever talk about or even experience them unless you two were alone. He'd want to be with you in private more, wanting to see you more, hear you voice, look you in the eye, hold you as tight as he could, do all the things he he wishes he could do to you and for you when your tired eyes soften for him.

#faust speaks #cod x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #my writing

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S06E15

So, as I’m sure a lot of people have already figured out, we just watched the intended season finale. CityTV, you better hope I never get to cross that ocean. I mean, every season finale aside from the two where Peter Mitchell was in charge (coincidence?) were run of the mill episodes which could have fit anywhere in the season. Maybe it will be fitting for this season to start and end with viewers wondering what they watched. But I’m getting ahead of myself here and I might be wrong. Let’s focus on 15 which may very well be the best episode of the season for me, probably tied with S06E04.

The spoiled scene with Charlie and Sarah’s mentioned anniversary. Rex totally wants to stay with Jesse after their “celebration”. I’m trying to figure whether Jesse is pretending to be naive or is actually being naive about it. Or if the whole response is the writers being unable to outright say that Charlie and Sarah really spent their anniversary having sex all night.

Speaking of, two years, Charlie Hudson? What are you waiting for, an epiphany to hit you in the head? Oh, wait.

What do you mean, we didn’t save the day? There’s a dead woman? Huh? 

Nice bomb explosion by the way.

“My bosses are gonna hate this but tell me more”. lol Jesse

How did we end up as security detail for the woman who might become prime minister?

Look, I like when there’s a case where they’re toying with supernatural elements. That’s why I loved Castle so much. And Jesse is always eager to believe. Charlie on the other hand looks like he’s got tons to say on the subject. Rex too. Apparently he doesn’t believe in time travel either.

Any so called time traveler should come back to the present with the numbers for the lottery. That would be ample proof for me :P

Can I say how much I like the camera work on this one? Good directing by John Vatcher.

Rex is getting so many pats in this episode. Deserved.

This campaign manager is on par with the Veep campaign managers. And by that I mean he’s ruthless and self-centered and I want to punch him.

That food now possibly has dog hair in it.

I come from a country where it’s pretty normal to put a musical montage right in the middle of an episode (even a dance number), so I’m not going to say anything about the needless song.

Thunk! There goes Charlie. Again. I’ll spare y’all the concussion speech. Besides, time moves in mysterious ways in this show, maybe it’s already been six months since episode 11.

Seriously, why do you tell Rex to chase a lead if you can’t survive being ten feet away from him?

I can’t remember the last time any of my shows put a bomb vest on one of the main characters. The latest that I remember was FBI but it was on a minor character. That had been a great episode too.

I haven’t yet decided whether that bomb vest looks too amateurish. To be fair, given who the culprit was, it shouldn’t look professional.

Sarah finding Charlie as he has a bomb vest on is like, the best thing that has happened lately on this show. Her look. His look as he realizes that he’s got his entire family now in this (and the mantra of no, no, no that must be playing in his head, I’m filling the blanks, don’t mind me). The slight zooming in of the camera in both of their shots, denoting the direness of the situation.

I was almost waiting for Charlie to say “this isn’t as enjoyable as it was last night” as Sarah was touching him while she’s checking the bomb vest. It writes itself, come on.

In my last review post I wrote that I was hoping the earphones would serve for Charlie to call Sarah and tell her goodbye or something like that. This certainly exceeded my expectations.

We’re a bit late for love confessions under duress but when Charlie was asked about whether Sarah was his wife and he replied “Not yet”, that was a nice moment. At least we know where his head is at.

Their silent communication. They’re so in sync.

Elsewhere, Joe and Jesse are quietly trying to figure out a way to save innocent people and somehow not get their friend blown up.

Superintendent Joe Donovan making airplane noises. I laughed so much.

They are holding hands as they’re walking to their doom! Oh, by the way, interesting music choice. I wonder if it’s score created for the show or non-original music. I’ve certainly not heard it before on the show.

Goodbye kiss! I love it here. And look at the shot of Charlie and Rex leaving as Sarah is staying behind.

Me: no way it’s the convict. Five minutes later: it’s the fucking convict!!! Ten minutes later: it’s not the convict???

Ha, Charlie using the mute button which is pretty convenient but almost no one uses on calls. 

Okay, they fooled me with the bomber. But the takedown went pretty much as I expected. Nice communication with Rex through hand signals, again. Although the detonator flying off the lady’s hand… anything could have happened.

Rex’s influence to the system will be more K9s lol. They may also have ensured unlimited funding for the SJPD.

Can the time traveling guy tell us if Charlie is going to propose anytime soon? Or is the “not yet” considered a non-proposal proposal?

This is the first time I’m hearing about the so called Alice in wonderland syndrome.

“Everybody needs a Rex”. Ah, yes. Our catchphrase.

Charlie, put the phone down. When is that man clocking out? Who’s going to make sure Rex is getting adequate rest? I need to talk to his superior. Joe!

Well, I kept saying that I wanted Charlie and Sarah to be in danger again together since they hadn’t after they had become a couple, and I got my wish, thank you, show. We could have had an aftermath scene with them but I’m not going to complain about it in an otherwise good episode.

Promo: I’m beyond frustrated that they keep shuffling the episodes and they wouldn’t even give it a rest when they got the season finale or the 100th episode on their hands. Today’s (yesterday’s) episode would have been a better 100th episode than The Rookie’s for sure (which is embarrassing for The Rookie). But instead we get to watch it as episode 99 and have a run of the mill case for the 100th, which, unless it ends up in a huge celebration scene, is going to fall flat. We basically end off exactly as we started, expect I now know this is 100% CityTV’s fault.

Speaking of, is CityTV even going to acknowledge that it’s the 100th episode? Is anyone? I’m obviously not expecting the magnitude of promotion ABC gave The Rookie or 911 this season (and that was a lot) but something that shows they’re not completely neglecting Hudson and Rex. It doesn’t seem like we’re getting renewal news anytime soon, so I’d settle for them celebrating the episodes they already filmed. There are quite a few production companies involved too, this does not only fall on CityTV. If Shaftesbury wants to celebrate this milestone, I won’t say no.

#hudson and rex

[nattikay]

Katxí, Navi learner here^^

I'm trying to learn Na'vi but I'm having a really hard time figuring out the grammar of the language do you think you could explain it a bit?

Kaltxì! Sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this, I knew it would take a long time to type up which was a tad intimidating ^^;

So uhhh needless to say I can't really teach you the entirety of the grammar in one post like this, but I can go over a few basic things to help get you started. :)

A common place to begin are the closely-related concepts of free word order, case endings, and transitivity!

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Sooooo in English, word order is very important. "cat eats fish" and "fish eats cat" mean completely different things, and "eats fish cat" hardly makes sense at all. Na'vi, however, features limited free word order--words can go (almost) anywhere in a sentence without changing the meaning.

But if words can go anywhere in a sentence, how do you make sense of it? How do you know whether the fish or the cat is doing the eating? That's where case endings come in!

Case endings are suffixes that mark a noun's role in a sentence. Na'vi has five case endings, but we'll start with two: -l and -t.

Simple sentences like "cat eats fish" can be broken down into three parts:

1.) the verb, or the action of the sentence 2.) the subject, which is doing the action 3.) the direct object, which is having the action done to it

In Na'vi, the subject is marked the the L ending (-l for nouns that end in vowels, -ìl for consonants), and the direct object is marked with the T ending (-t for vowels, -it for consonants, or optionally -ti for any noun).

So let's return to our sentence and say that the cat (palulukantsyìp) is the one eating (yom) the fish (payoang).

What is the action of the sentence? Eat! What is doing the eating? Cat! Palulukantsyìp takes the -l ending. What is being eaten? Fish! Payoang takes the -t ending.

So, palulukantsyìpìl payoangit yom the cat eats the fish

or... palulukantsyìpìl yom payoangit payoangit palulukantsyìpìl yom payoangit yom palulukantsyìpìl yom palulukantsyìp payoangit yom payoangit palulukantsyìpìl

All six of these orders are 100% valid and mean exactly the same thing!

If we want to switch the meaning so the fish is doing the eating, instead of using a particular order, we just switch the case endings:

palulukantsyìpit payoangìl yom the fish eats the cat

Pretty straightforward! Let's throw in a third case ending: the R ending (-r or -ru for vowels, -ur for consonants), which marks the indirect object.

Consider the sentence I give you a gift.

What is the action? Give! What is doing the giving? I! oe takes the -l ending What is being given? Gift! stxeli takes the -t ending

So far so good...but wait, we are forgetting a noun! If "I" is the subject and "gift" is the direct object, then what is "you"? As you've probably guessed, it's the indirect object! It can often be translated as "to [noun]".

Oel ngaru stxelit tìng I give you a gift (I give a gift to you)

Now that we're familiar with -l, -t, and -r, let's shake it up a bit:

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A common mistake I see with beginners is to always use the -l ending on the subject of a sentence. However, some sentences don't need it. The -l (and, with it, the -t) only show up with subject/direct object pairs.

That said, not all verbs can take direct objects. The ability for a verb to take a direct object is called transitivity. A transitive verb can take a direct object. An intransitive verb cannot.

In many cases the transitivity of a verb is fairly intuitive. For example, eat, like we used before, is transitive--you can "eat something". However, you cannot "sleep something". "I eat an apple" makes sense. "I sleep an apple" does not. Therefore, sleep is intransitive--it cannot take a direct object.

Because there is no direct object to distinguish from the subject, the subject of an intransitive verb does not need to be marked.

oel hahaw → oe hahaw I sleep

*quick note that transitive verbs are allowed to take a direct object, but are not required to--when there is no direct object, the -l ending is not used, even if the verb is listed as transitive in the dictionary. So, "I eat an apple" would be oel äpllti yom, but "I eat" by itself would simply be oe yom, without the -l.]

However, some verbs that look like they should be transitive are actually intransitive (the only way to know for sure is to check a dictionary). A particularly infamous example is the verb nume ("to learn")--I'm pretty sure just about every learner (including myself!) has made the mistake of trying to say oel nume lì'fyat leNa'vi ("I learn the Na'vi language") at some point or other!

There are a handful of ways to work around verbs that look like they should be transitive but aren't. Which one to use depends on the sentence. We'll cover two of them here:

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The first is to use the R ending. Often, the word that appears to be the direct object of an intransitive verb is actually the indirect object, and therefore receives the -R ending.

Consider the sentence Mother cleans the house.

House (kelku) appears to be the direct object here. It is the thing being cleaned, right? However, the verb for "clean", laro si, is intransitive, so it cannot take a direct object. Remember when I said that indirect objects can often be translated as "to [noun]"? This is where that can come in handy:

Sa'nok kelkur laro si Mother cleans the house ("Mother does a clean to the house") (*note that the subject, sa'nok, is unmarked--remember that -l and -t only show up with subject/direct object pairs, which can only occur with transitive verbs)

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The second workaround requires introducing another case ending: the topical (-ri for vowels, -ìri for consonants). This case ending is considered a bit more "advanced" since English doesn't really have a solid equivalent, so don't worry if it's a little confusing right now, but if you've studied certain other languages such as Japanese before you may be familiar with the idea.

The topical case ending introduces a noun as the "topic" of a sentence, which the rest of the sentence proceeds to make a comment about. It is often translated as "concerning [noun]..." or "as for [noun]..." or "regarding [noun]..."

Li'fyari lu sìltsan fwa tskxekeng si pxìm! It's good to practice language often! ("Concerning language, it's good to practice often!")

Using this ending is the correct way to say every new learner's favorite sentence mentioned earlier:

Lì'fyari leNa'vi oe nume! I'm learning Na'vi! ("Regarding the Na'vi language, I learn!")

*quick note--remember how at the very beginning of the post I said that Na'vi has limited free word order? Well, here's one of the limits: when using the topical, it is always expected to come at the beginning of a sentence/clause (in the forest dialect, at least--putting the topical at the end of a sentence is considered acceptable in the reef dialect but don't worry about that right now lol)

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Well, that covers four of the five case endings in Na'vi. Might as well mention the last one: the possessive (I believe the fancy linguist term is genitive), which is -yä for words that end in vowels (except u and o because reasons), and -ä for everything else.

As you've probably guessed, this case ending describes possession. It can be translated as [thing] of [owner] and/or [owner]'s [thing]. The ending attaches to the owner.

Meysiyä syuve "Meysi's food" or "food of Meysi" (because of free word order, syuve Meysiyä also works! However, while it doesn't matter which side you put the owner on, you will want to make sure the two nouns are next to each other in the sentence. This is another example of the free word order being limited.)

Sa'nokä tìyawn "[a] mother's love" or "[the] love of [a] mother"

Pukä hapxì "part of [a] book"

Oeyä tsmukan "my brother" or "brother of mine"

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aaaaaand that's all of the case endings! Originally I thought about going into a bit about infixes/verb conjugation too since that's also a pretty fundamental part of the grammar but this post it getting crazy long as-is; another time perhaps.

Hopefully that gives you an ok jumping-off point; if you need anything clarified or want to know about a different particular bit of grammar, feel free to ask!

#lì'fya lena'vi

[eliteseven]

dearest tumblr.com user EliteSeven, may I request your finest Sarah headcanons?

God yes, I could write a 3,000 page dissertation on this woman!!

Some ✨Sarah Morgan✨ Stellar Collision HC’s:

In no particular order:

-Sarah had a strict upbringing, mostly due to her mother’s influence, but her father’s as well. I HC that her father was the one she was closer to. While I think Abigail loves Sarah, I think she’s always recognized Sarah’s massive potential and pushed too hard for that reason- she just wanted her baby to be great. That, and Abigail doesn’t know how to love- not traditionally, as one might come to expect from a parent. She’s just…cold. 🥺

-Two of the ONLY ways to get Sarah to unwind when she’s all tense: sex and music. First one is self explanatory, second one I think due to the fact that she’s a musician, and she can only think about things in terms of patterns, logic, etc. she can really zone into music and let it take her mind off whatever is bothering her, and that never goes away with age. Jade learns her favorite songs, her favorite bands, gifts her with posters to make her feel like a teen again 💕 Jade loves learning about Sarah’s hobbies and interests outside of their work. Her hot drummer scientist gf is her world

- Sarah still drums on things with her fingertips when she’s anxious (including Jade!)

- Sarah “decided” love wasn’t for her after Cassiopeia and her subsequent return to civilization. Flings? Maybe? If her judgement is impaired? Generally speaking I think she closed herself off to feeling anything too personal after that, for fear of breaking down again. So when she meets Jade and Jade starts infuriating her to the point of passion…it reopens that door. She feels again. Granted, she feels annoyance, but a-ton of attraction too!

And then…Jade makes her feel happy. Safe. Wanted. So, needless to say, Sarah grows addicted to the feeling. Now she can’t bear to lose Jade. 💔

- I think Sarah is the jealous type. Not overtly or to the point of being annoying about it- but she doesn’t enjoy Nadia Muffaz ogling Jade, and she makes it known. She especially doesn’t love the idea of Jade getting it on with Captain Marquez lol, bc there’s a history there. She didn’t think she’d have a love like this- didn’t even think it possible. She’s NOT losing her girl to that shill of a reporter 😭 (sorry Nadia love u)

-Sarah definitely crushed hard on Aja, even if their relationship only ever resembled that of close friends. She grew out of it, and that crush solidified into respect, but she was a wide-eyed, eager apprentice at some point with a crush on her superior (just don’t tell Jade)

-Sarah is a little bit of an alcoholic, and she’s aware of it. She’s under a lot of stress in the course of the story- so give her a break. But it’s something she wants to work on. Much like the cigarettes she quit (but carries one in case of dire emergency-as we know)- it’s a vice she’s learning to deal with, and hopefully kick. I think she smoked in her youth (trying to be a rebel on/after Cydonia!!)- and forced herself to quit when she joined up with the military officially. Drinking is more of a response to the trauma of Cassiopeia. They also have a big ass open bar in the Lodge and should probably do away with the drinks there 😭💀

-she doesn’t see herself as mother material. This one is, again, pretty obvious- but still. Sona’s existence obviously changes a lot for her- but Sarah is so frightened of the term “mother”. She’s afraid of the kind of mother she’d be- she’s afraid she doesn’t know how to love properly, due to Abigail’s treatment of her. She’s stern when she should be soft, scolding when she could be nurturing- in her own eyes, of course. I think Jade is the one that melts these fears away with time and love. Jade constantly points out to her that she is maternal, that their team relies on her for everything, that she is kind and caring and incredibly loving. I think, there might come a time, where Sona recognizes Sarah as her mother. But that’s very far off from where we are 🥹

-Sarah is a baller. I HC that she and Walter make more than the others (as Jade likes to bitch about nearly every chapter lol) BUT what is she doing with that income??? Buying hotel rooms so she can fuck and get absolutely drilled in peace. Buying Jade a new jacket bc she got feisty and ripped her old one as she was tearing it off her. She’s smart, hot, loaded and not opposed to lavishing Jade with nice things. She is the dream wife™️

-Sarah can cook! Jade can’t. We never really got to have domesticity with them but if they ever got to just…live together and make dinner… it would be Sarah doing the cooking and Jade constantly wrapping herself around her and distracting her.

-Sarah is so protective of the members of her inner circle. Andreja is her beloved 🥰 (and Jade’s tbh- throuple? Throuple.) but fr- she is the one who gave Andreja that second chance! She saw through her, past the deceit and orders, and saw a young, vulnerable girl, too frightened to return her gaze. And she welcomed her with open arms. 🥺❤️

-she never liked Lillian Hart (she’s…not the best person in Stellar lol). I think she was just so devastated for Sam when things went down like they did- which is what fueled her argument with Lillian in the Lodge. Then Lillian went on to tear into Jade…so naturally Sarah almost snapped and put hands on her.

- Sarah really likes hazelnut coffee, and Noel noticed this once. Idk if it was her favorite. I think, when Jade gave her that hazelnut coffee that one morning in the Lodge, it truly became Sarah’s favorite. Like…she lied just so she’d have an excuse to talk to Jade every morning 😭💀

-this is more about Sarah’s jacket than Sarah lol but Jade really really really would like to see Sarah wearing just the jacket. Even Sarah’s jacket has game 😏

-Jade likes picking flowers for Sarah just so she can hear her nerd gf babble about what species she’s brought her this time. Sarah loves to go off on excited rants regarding subjects she’s most passionate about. Jade likes watching her speak and listening to her accent 😍 when Sarah realizes Jade is zoning out and staring at her lips, she scolds her….which turns her on even more. There is no winning with that menace.

-nightmares keep Sarah up, a lot of the time. Jade is attuned to this- has been since the very first time they slept in the same bed. She takes it upon herself to wake Sarah gently, if she’s crying- if Sarah’s already up, Jade forgoes sleep altogether. Sometimes, she offers to go on an early morning run with Sarah to take her mind off it. Other times, she distracts Sarah with quiet whispers of affection, of desire, and Sarah forgets everything in the universe except Jade’s touch, her mouth…

-She’s usually the one to dole out the pet names. “Darling” and “my love”, “sunshine” and “dearest” are a few terms Jade constantly hears. She’s not one for pet names for herself, but…idk occasionally Jade slips in a “Thanks, baby” when Sarah hands her something in passing and it just…shakes Sarah’s entire world??? Like she’s blushing and just immediately hide behind a slate and some lame work excuse. Bonus if Jade does so before they’re officially together 🫠💕

#stellar collision fic #Starfield #Sarah Morgan #ask #order-of-the-eye

[fumikosushi]

His Name Is Isaac

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Main Characters: Leo Manfred x Zlatko's Creature "Isaac"

Trigger Warnings: Drug mentions/use, graphic violence, PTSD flashbacks/triggers, death mentions, eventual smut.

DNI if you're not 18+, please.

Can also be read on AO3 here

Summary: Working to better himself, Leo has found himself on slightly better terms with Markus these days, making him more sympathetic to the android cause. While old and bad habits still often find ways to intrude on his life, he doesn't make the choice to leave behind an android that is clearly on the verge of shutting down on his way home one day. Little does he know, he and this android have met before some time ago; Before Leo even thought to get clean. How will having to face someone he's downright abused fair? He has no clue, but he does know that he wants to be better.

Notes:

- This takes place post revolution where Markus and Leo are on speaking terms. - New Jericho has taken place of the fallen ship 'Jericho' and androids are in a slightly better place than they were before as well as during the game.

Chapter 1

If things were different, if Leo hadn't actively made attempts to change after his altercation with Markus, he wonders what would have ended up becoming of the android he found tonight. The last thing he expected on his way home was to run into a clearly heavily altered android. Only reason he saw the guy was because of those bright, orange glowing eyes. Even though most of their altered body was concealed with clothing it was still easy to see their being disfigured. What's worse? They looked barely functional. Parts of their body was covered in snow; Lights of his eyes blinking slowly in and out as though he could visibly see the life leaving their eyes. Despite that, Leo ends up leaving. Walking away and mentally telling himself that it's not his problem.

Guilt strikes him as he nears home. Just a block or so away from where he saw that android. Could he really bring himself to just leave them there after all the progress he's made to improve himself? Could he ever face Markus again - someone whom he's finally on speaking terms with again after apologizing for everything he's done. Not before getting clean though. Or making strides to, anyway. For the most part things were going his way but.. Was this the world testing him somehow? He sighs and before he knows it, he's returned to the android and decided to make the difficult journey of dragging them back to his apartment. It's a struggle, but seeing as the situation appears to be dire, he makes the call to Markus. Tells him he's found someone who needs their help whilst struggling down the snow covered side walk; An android taller than he is being practically draped over his back. Relief washes over him once he finally reaches home and gets the guy inside.

As Markus told him, he turns the heater up a bit before grabbing some blankets. An attempt to warm the frozen android while waiting for help to arrive. And oh, they do. Needless to say, Markus appeared surprised upon seeing that Leo was telling the truth. He'd only come on the off chance Leo was being honest, not wanting to risk losing one of their kind in doubting what is essentially his brother. Markus and others from New Jericho end up taking the android with them and just like that he's suddenly left on his own.

Left to his thoughts now, Leo furrows his brows, head tilting slightly in thought as he thinks about how if this were any other time in his life he likely would have left that android to die. Hell, he wouldn't have even thought it could die. Before, he would have thought they were just some stupid, lifeless machine. Like how Leo originally thought of Markus. Yet he had grown jealous of the android. Jealous of the relationship Markus had with his father - one that he, himself so desperately wanted from him. Unfortunately, his father has now passed though he also can't help but to wonder if Carl would be proud of him for changing. For the better, of course. At least he hopes he's changing for the better. Exhausted from the day, Leo ends up going to bed without eating. Who could blame him after lugging that big guy all the way to his house like that?

A few days later and Leo finds himself wondering if that android made it. He assumed he would hear something from Markus, but he has to remind himself that Markus is a busy go. So, even when Leo is the one to contact him first, he tries his best to be patient. He's not really sure why he feels so concerned. Even if Leo leaned more toward seeing androids as living things now, it didn't change the fact he didn't know them. Maybe it's because he'd gotten involved? Rather than a text from Markus being the answer to his questions Leo is suddenly greeted by said android. He hadn't expected them to just show up like that, Leo answering the door like normal after hearing the doorbell to be greeted by those bright, orange eyes again. "Whoa.." They look more interesting in the daylight. Less scary than they did in the dark where he found them. He's sure if there wasn't light reflecting off the snow that he likely would have left the guy to die.. You know, because he's a bit of a wuss that way. He supposes they're lucky things turned out the way they did.

Leo shakes his head and momentarily closes his eyes tight. Where was his mind even wandering just now? Gawking at the android like some kind of weirdo while his thoughts drifted. He must think he's crazy. Just looking at them he can tell that they're surprised by his reaction. Though.. not really. They have to deal with that a lot. He assumes so. "Fuck - Uh.. I mean - you're that dude I helped, right?" The conversation is already awkward as hell. He can feel it and it makes him stiffen, standing uncomfortably. "Looks like you made it. Good on ya." What the actual fuck was that, Leo? Seriously?

The silence is what gets to him. They're not responding? Not only that, but as he actually exams the android's face - that red colour in their LED.. that meant something bad, right? Was he.. Were they scared? "Y-You.. You're.." Finally, they speak though their words don't make sense. Brows furrow in confusion before Leo lets out a small huh? in reply. "Do I.. know you?" The answer to that is complicated. Of course Leo wouldn't remember them. They looked so different then. Unaltered, appearing more like any other android you'd find on the street. "You.." They pause and leave him more confused than ever. He feels himself getting a bit impatient though at least they're speaking again before Leo makes that known. "We had an unfortunate encounter once.." Their gaze averts only to settle back onto Leo again. As though he thought it silly to let his guard down by looking away from him. "I looked.. different then."

Oh. Now he gets it. There's one particular occurrence that comes to mind when they say that. It'd been a few months before he was injured by Markus in their fight and in one of his drugged stupors he.. wailed on an android pretty hard. To vent his frustrations, in a way. Thinking about it now? What he did wasn't right. He feels guilty - he should. "Hey man, I'm.. It probably doesn't mean shit," Leo begins, hands hiding in his pockets as he sort of shrinks into himself "But I was uh.. a different person back then. I'm.." One of his hands withdraws from his pocket, fidgeting and finding it difficult to keep still; Hand rubbing the back of his neck lightly "What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry, dude. Probably doesn't mean shit coming from someone who beat your ass, but I know I fucked up."

The apology is almost comical. It's awkward, Leo clearly doesn't know what to say in order to properly express himself, and the android is visibly.. smiling? Trying not to chuckle at him? Yeah, that's what he's seeing right now. "I.. believe you. The fact you saved me after all of that.. I believe you." Even if Leo didn't realize who he was it's still clear that they changed in their saving an android as a whole. Not something someone who hasn't changed would do, they think. "I'm not sure I can really trust you.. but.. I do forgive you." Because as Leo could see, he wasn't the only horrible human that had gotten their hands on him. Though he would consider Zlatko to be far worse than Leo, that's for sure. "Maybe we can change that?" Leo is blinking in surprise. Are they suggesting they be friends? "Man, you're weird as hell." A bit of amusement is within his voice, gaze drifting almost awkwardly off to the side. "But fuck it - why not?" His foot kicks at the ground a bit, small smile tugging at his lips. "Gotta name, man? Or should I just call you Genos or some shit?" A snort of amusement escapes him. "My name is Isaac."

"Name's Leo."

#detroit become human #dbh rarepair #dbh fanfiction #leo manfred #zlatko's creatures #leo manfred x zlatko's creature #yes hello here's my obscure ship #it's only chapter 1 tho dfoinvdovfn #my first attempt at writing fic yaaaaay

[sy-on-boy]

Here we go again - commentary and analysis of Ch 70

Hi yes I'm living and thriving but also miserable because SOMEONE GET THE KIDS OUTTA THE BUS.

"They told us not to contact the parents yet. They said it would only cause needless panic since we don't know what the hijackers want" Interesting that this is mentioned when Becky attempts to contact her parents, and they might just tell everybody

And since a member of the public (presumably) picked up Becky and Anya's SOS, this incident is probably going to leak (contrary to what Eden wants)... if the kids get into trouble for this I'm gonna be pissed lol

This could affect Eden's reputation since the kids could be taken away very easily, with not even Mr Green managing to stop them

Aha, so Anya can read minds after all. Interesting how she didn't read the bus driver's mind earlier (or Damian's mind about the cake). Perhaps she didn't feel the need to.

Becky is a true MVP here. While the other kids are understandably freaking out and panicking, Becky puts Anya as her priority. She chooses to look out for Anya even in such a dire situation. Becky's awesome

And then Damian sees Anya looking dizzy and ill, and thus tries to step up. It should be noted that he does this after some hesitation, and he's probably very nervous (he's shaking and sweating, he mutters "dammit")

Bill is also great. I think Bill has the potential to become a great leader, judging from him in dodgeball and this ep. I think Bill's courage might've come from his father's military background, and Bill was crucial in calming down the entire bus by reminding them of their powerful parents

"Man, that kid's pretty hardcore" Yep Damian, throw the classism out of the bus window. Bill is great. Just acknowledge it. Their relations will probably be better after this arc and they might even become friends. And Damian might stop being so pissy and judgemental.

The hijacker mentions how the Eden kids are the elite of the elite, which makes them valuable hostages. So it's interesting how they grab a commoner girl as a hostage in the end, instead of literally any other famous kid that they pointed out earlier

"I'll be using your lives to negotiate with the government" Ooh, motivation reveal? What does the Red Circus want from the government? And so they definitely want to make things public and the parents will definitely know. Ooh.

So now the SSS and WISE both know about the hijacking. Sylvia on the case maybe? And rip Loid for being away. I guess they need the spotlight for other characters

"We could really send a message if we kill these brats, but..." Wow, excuse you? What does the Red Circus even want if they're being so extreme? They're gonna get a lot of enemies if they do so, so glad they're not killing the kids, lol

Becky readily believes Anya's info about the place they're headed to! Becky is such a great friend. And she's coming closer to knowing about Anya's powers, but Anya's becoming a good liar like her parents haha

!!! Damian is concerned for the girls!! And Anya's handwriting really is awful. And Damian spelled stupid wrong originally before he fixed it (language is not his strong point)

Damian acts like he doesn't care about them (he doesn't get along well with Becky because she always takes Anya's side, and we know how Damian and Anya are) but he is a good kid underneath the prejudice.

Damian and Anya (+ Becky) communicating by throwing notes at each other. Like how Damian tried to get her attention on the first day of school and like how Anya tried to get Damian's attention on the bus to call her ugly

And then! Damian offering himself as a distraction! It speaks volumes how he trusts both Becky and Anya when he doesn't like them very much (or at least he says he doesn't like them very much). Especially when Damian thinks Anya is kinda dumb. So Damian honestly believes that they somehow know where they're going despite all of them stuck on the same bus and are supposedly given the same information.

It's telling that when Damian steps up, he acts confident. "Just let me handle this. I got a plan." Does he want to save his classmates because he's a scion of the Desmonds (and it's maybe related to his ego)? Was he inspired by Bill? Either way, Damian wants to play a part in the rescue mission. He wants to do something for everyone. And Bill spoke up before Damian did, and now it's Damian's chance to contribute

Emile is shocked and goes "B-bossman?". Becky is similar and goes "What do you think you're doing?!". But Anya's not like them. Look at the panel closely- while George, Ewen, Emile, and Becky all have sweatdrops, showing their anxiety and concern, Anya doesn't. Maybe she also trusts Damian (because she can read minds?). Maybe she's too surprised that the snotty Sy-on boy is doing something nice for a change. Because Damian is doing (or at least attempting to do) something heroic, and Anya likes heroes (Bondman, her parents saving her).

"I am, like, right now about to crap my pants." Damian using the same (bad) excuse as Anya... was he inspired by her? Or are they just similar in that regard? (Damian and Anya's ways of thinking can be quite similar throughout the manga)

While Becky is horrified by Damian's excuse, Anya looks invested and determined. If Damian's using the same excuse as she did, it's natural that she thinks he's being smart and cool. She's silently cheering him on instead of being worried like Becky is.

This could help to change Anya's perception of Damian. He's doing what she did, and he's sacrificing himself for their plan. Maybe she's going to be impressed. Maybe she's going to think "Sy-on boy's not a piece of crap after all"

Becky comes in clutch again when she abruptly realizes they can't waste any time. She opens the window and orders for Anya to throw the tin of candy.

... I just noticed that Becky's "Oh! What am I doing?! This is our chance!" is in the same panel as the hijacker grabbing Damian's collar. Iirc this is the first time they've actually touched one of the kids (they just pointed a gun at Bill earlier). Like, um, physical violence? Could they be distracted / scared because the hijackers dared to lay their hands on Damian, son of the chairman?

Becky is so smart for including her ID as proof and putting down the emergency code. Now the Blackbells might be involved. Ooh, Becky's parents might debut next time!

NOT THE BOMB COLLAR! Get away from Anya right now!! Judging from Anya's horrified expression (and the connections to Bond's shock collar, and we know 007 and Project Apple are probably connected because the same scientists are seen), this could be linked to her past. It's possible that we get a flashback chapter, and it's also possible that Anya loses her bravado.

The bomb also reminds the readers of the Loid thing in which Bond and Anya save Loid from a bomb. Interesting

It's also interesting how it's Anya that they've taken hostage. As far as they know, she's just a commoner girl. It would be more logical to go after someone with famous parents, but I suppose they could afford to kill Anya because she's not rich. Plus, Anya is small and short, so they think she's probably weak?

But as readers, we know they've made a grave mistake. Anya's uncle is in the SSS, Sylvia and WISE are now aware, and of course Anya's mother is the terrifying Thorn Princess herself

I just hope that Anya's going to be fine. She looks nervous in the last panel, with sweat dripping down her face (she remained mostly calm after her classmates were calmed down by Bill). Again it's possible the experimentation facility did something similar to her

Anya and Damian are actually the only ones who "tried to act funny", since Bill was just reassuring the kids but Damianya were actually trying to escape. (Becky is under the radar for now, good for her). Perhaps they'll get Stellar stars from this. Time to save their classmates!

And now speculation time!

I just realized Becky and Damian might both be punished as well, since the hijackers could discover Damian was acting stupid as a distraction.

Bill might be important later on since Endo features him in his promo tweet for Ch 70 (the tweet also features Anya, Damian, and Becky)

The SOS got out, which is good. It would be interesting to see which organisation comes first. Presumably the SOS contains the place they're headed to (it's not seen in the note but the girls mentioned putting it down). Maybe the Blackbells and Martha are gonna come in clutch?

Twilight's absence is noted because it removes him from saving Anya (and co). It is very possible we get Yor to come. And perhaps Yuri. Yor and Yuri don't know each other's jobs (Loid is aware of Yuri) so it could be fun to see them dancing around one another

The Eden kids likely won't be able to do anything with Anya held hostage. This is a real, tangible threat. I won't blame the kids if they're even more spooked. Soo... maybe they have to wait for the adults now

I liked seeing the kids in tense situations because it reveals who they really are. Damian, for example, does care about his classmates and is willing to step up. And Bill is pretty brave and chooses to speak up first. Becky is really calm and smart for a 6yo.

So... what are they gonna do with Anya now? They're probably going to keep a close eye on her, so even if Anya learns something from mind reading, she can't really share it.

Maybe Becky and/or Damian will find out about Anya's powers? I personally think Becky is more likely because Anya trusts her more. But Damian learning about the mindreading has also been foreshadowed twice (at least). This could shake up the status quo a lot.

We wanted drama, they delivered, I'm excited but also horrified. The hijacker should get away from the kids asap! :OOO But ngl the piss thing is pretty funny. It's just like Loid's stomachache excuse <3 Forger family tradition <3

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #bill watkins #spy x family manga

[river-in-the-woods]

What are some guidelines you follow when you choose to work with a deity? With me, I don't involve myself with those from closed practices or I'd risk retaliation by the people or by the entity themselves. There are beings that sound like they could give me bang for my buck but I'd have to consider if I needed their assistance for a ONE time thing rather than sought out a deeper relationship. Weee there cases where you needed help for a one time scenario and ended it there?

Hi there, apologies it's been so long. I was moving house just as you sent in this question! Now that I'm more settled, let's see if I can tell you something helpful :)

Personally, I've always gone for the deeper relationship. I've not been in a situation where I needed to ask a particular spirit/deity who I didn't know for particular things. But that's just my preference. I value the trust, and invested time and energy I've built up with a being, over what their 'official' expertise is. A spirit or god always has unadvertised skills or other allies they can call on, after all.

That's not to say I've always been successful with it. I've chosen gods I was interested in, made good faith gestures through offerings and prayers, and plenty of times I didn't get the response I was looking for. In which case I would just move on, keep looking, and deal with problems by myself. I've had hard times like anyone else, but I've not been in dire enough situations to feel the need to ask help from a deity I've never worked with before.

Even if you have not settled on a pantheon or tradition, there are still your ancestors and spirit neighbours who live in the same locale as you. Those beings will impact your day to day life more directly, so it's always being friendly to them, giving an offering now and then. At the very least, so they don't hinder you, but in the best case they may like you enough to actively help your endeavours.

If you are looking for a patron deity, one you want to be serious about, there are some things I could recommend. But bear in mind this is based on my own principles; I choose my gods like I choose a significant other. I tend to walk the Path of the Devotee. This is the norm in East Asian magic, so it may be a cultural thing for me as well. It is certainly an exercise in patience.

You might prefer to do things differently, so feel free to ignore if that's not your style.

If the deity is part of an established tradition or unbroken lineage, this is much easier. If the tradition is large enough, they will usually provide laypeople practices you can get started with. You don't have to initiate for this. Otherwise, you'll need to speak to a verified shaman or priest of that tradition and ask them for advice.

Basically, if a tradition has survived hundreds or thousands of years, you can have faith that there is at least something to it – i.e. the deity has already been vetted by that lineage as being capable of supporting several generations. Therefore instead you would evaluate the (human) teachers of that tradition to see if you are happy to receive their guidance. Of course, the teachers have the right to evaluate you too.

If the deity of interest is not currently a patron of an unbroken lineage: you'll have your work cut out for you.

First, study the deity's reputation. I've always looked for virtue in the deities I venerate. Namely, I look for evidence of their compassion, a sense of responsibility for other beings. I choose them as I choose my friends and teachers. The beings you surround yourself with, are the ones you will become more like. Needless to say, don't choose a patron based on just their aesthetic appeal.

I do research on their lore and look for other devotee's experiences of them. You want to pay attention to devotees who have been actively venerating that deity for 10 years or more. How have they grown throughout the time of that relationship? Have they come out of major life obstacles wiser, stronger, more at peace? Can they honestly say that they feel supported and empowered by their deity?

Sometimes a person's life is just a result of their own poor choices and not the deity's lack of responsibility for their followers. But you get plenty of people who claim they are a 'priest/ess' of their deity, that they have been blessed or chosen, or have ecstatic experiences – and yet they can barely manage a shred of humility or a kind word, or they constantly complain about their life being terrible, or they've been stuck in the same negative cycles for years on end. "The proof is in the pudding", as they say.

In any case, there is no point in devoting yourself to a god that will not elevate you and help you become a better version of yourself. Godhood, power and influence, is by itself not a worthy enough reason for veneration. There are many, many gods. Little gods, bigger gods. Not all of them are truly transcendent. And many you will simply not have an affinity for. Don't place your life into the hands of one who will drop you.

Making contact After you've verified the deity's reputation, look for the best ways to contact them formally. Traditional prayers, invocations, mantras, offerings and so on. Make a good impression, express your interest, tell them about yourself, tell them what you admire about them, and so on.

At this point, you could go all out, do a big ritual and ask for their help on something, see what the outcome is. As I said, I don't normally do this, because I think it requires a strong magical and spiritual skill set (which I don't have). But that would be a good way to evaluate the deity as well.

Either way, continue to make regular attempts to contact the deity, always with an offering, however small it might be. Meditate on them and their symbols. This is building your own reputation with the deity and carving a channel of communication with them.

When it comes to assessing the value of a relationship with a deity, I always try to give it at least 6 months to a year. It sounds like a long time, but I personally do not have very strong psychic senses so I need plenty of hindsight to see if my efforts are having the desired effect. And besides, if one is looking for a life-long patron, 1 year is really not that long.

In that time, I make a lot of notes on if/how my requests were answered, if/how my life has improved in that time, any visions or knowledge I've received on the deity, how successful my divinations were, and in general if there is a growing sense of closeness between myself and the deity. It is well worth doing a few big rituals here and there because this is the best way to assess the accumulation of one's efforts.

So, this is how I would get started. I hope it helps, let me know if you have anymore questions on the matter 🙂

#inbox #anonymous #resources #deity work

[love-triangles-au]

Personally, I think Yung gets very upset when he sees how his boyfriend and cousin don't get along. Everyone needs his attention, then let them negotiate and try to make peace for him (to be friends)

Oh, he absolutely does. The first time Bill witnessed a big shootout at the mansion was also when he first learned that Venuz had a weakness. It scared the absolute hell out of him, and he needed a whole lot of comforting when it was all said and done.

In all the chaos, Venuz forgot that Cuz always hides during gunfights until he gets the signal from his big cousin that it's safe. It was only when he woke up in the middle of that night when he realized his mistake.

"I'm sorry, Cuz. I fucked up. I should'a--" "You were with Bill, right?" Venuz's heart sunk to the scarlet carpet beneath their feet. His silence spoke volumes, and Cuz sighed. "It's cool, Vee. You two seem happy together n' I can take care of myself, y'know? I jus' wish you checked up on me is all, lemme know you were okay."

Needless to say, this impacted him a lot. It was his job to take care of Cuz, and he failed him. He left him scared and alone because he was too focused on his boyfriend. He felt like such an idiot!

Of course, this wasn't Bill's fault, but a teeny, tiny part of Venuz couldn't help but be reminded of his lover's bad reputation as a master manipulator.

He loved Bill, and was not going to let anything hurt him, but he also knew he couldn't entirely trust him. It was a difficult position to be in.

Venuz had always believed in the philosophy (or, as he called it, "gangsta code") that one should stay out of the business of others, especially the dirty business. That kind of breach in privacy was what assholes like the cops did, invading privacy, judging people by arbitrary sets of rules instead of paying heed to the enormous possible spectrum of grey areas. But, this was different. Bill wasn't just some street criminal. He had been around for trillions of years, his name was whispered throughout the recesses of the multiverse like a curse. If he was going to be in his life, there were things Venuz needed to know for sure, things that Bill would certainly not tell him. It wasn't just him at stake, but reality itself, and so, for the first time in decades, Venuz made the decision to utilize his powers of omnipotence.

...

According to the last trillion years, Bill Cipher was a cold, calculating, manipulative, amoral, and cruel creature, with no regard for anything but his own desires. He did not feel love, he did not know mercy, and he cared for no one. Venuz wasn't quite sure what to think of it all. Bill had tricked men much smarter than Venuz before. There was no good reason to trust a single thing he said. But…what if he really was telling the truth this time? What if Bill had finally found someone he could open up to? Someone who would understand him, and accept him for who he was? Venuz took a long, deep breath, trying to clear his head. This was a difficult decision. And yet, he felt he had truly opened his heart to Bill, and so it was a necessary one. The smart thing to do would be to destroy Bill right now. He would be doing the multiverse a favor, would likely be hailed a hero for it, and would be able to continue his life without any worries. But, at the same time, he really, genuinely felt something for the abominable demon. If he had been telling the truth, that he had grown up in a two-dimensional hellscape, that he had lost his only family when he was only a kid and had spent the past two trillion years acting out to distract himself from the deep agony he felt…that Venuz was the only other being in the multiverse to know that truth… Well, then maybe he should give Bill what nobody else ever did: a chance. Venuz had always been a rebel, a risk-taker. This may end up being the most dire gamble he ever took, but the thought was somewhat exhilarating. As long as he just never allowed Bill his powers, he was safe enough. If Bill turned out to be lying, Venuz could snap his fingers and end his existence with nothing but a thought. It would be okay. He would give Bill that chance. He turned over to gaze at his sleeping lover. Bill looked so peaceful, so innocent. It was hard to believe that something so beautiful could possibly have been the cause of so much pain and suffering. He reached out and stroked his face with the back of his hand. He was so perfectly warm and smooth. He was perfect. "I love you." Venuz whispered to him. "I believe you mean it when y'say you do, too."

~ Mod Emily 🦇

#ask box #love triangles au #mod emily #yung venuz #yung cuz #nuclear throne #yungbill #bill cipher #gravity falls #gun godz #art #minty's art #fic #all excerpts from a draft of a fic! sorry they're not fantastic lol it's in beta still #but they fit too well to exclude #sorry anon i think you probably wanted something funnier with bill and cuz trying to get along but it Got Real LOL

[sistervirtue]

oops yeah please share the story I am in dire need of your webweaving

Sorry this is so late, I was struck immediately and viciously by the wrath of god (and sedatives), so needless to say i was away from my computer

anyway so . the setting is: bnha roleplay server. let me introduce our cast

we have ME, 18, playing Monoma

we have the Bakugou and Shinsou roleplayers, who are a couple also. They are also the server mods. Notably, all three of us are some kinda gay-guy-adjacent-moment

you have Snow, 19, playing Kaminari and Summer, 20-something, playing Kirishima. Snow was ace/agender/aro and summer was identifying as cis bihet

SETTING THE SCENE.

I, unaware of summer identifying unironically as like, biromantic heterosexual, had accidentally started a fight about microlabels in the discourse channel, which ended in her refusing to speak to me further on the topic because she "couldnt control herself from hurting me", which were big words from someone i was not scared of in any way, but slay.

Regardless, the server moved forward.

Kirishima was, in this setting, a gay guy. I'm pretty sure he also had lesbian moms. Summer decided to take the exciting "discovering your identity" approach, despite confiding in us that she really didn't come out until well into adulthood, but one is not limited to live experience in the world of fiction, yeah? however, i think some people should be.

anticipation builds in the ooc chat. monoma makes an off-hand comment about being gay. kirishima asks, "what's that?"

we are aghast. this continues. not only does imaginary gay kirishima not know what gay is, he doesnt know what lgbt stands for. when a comment is made that he could google it, a joke about it all being inappropriate images is dropped. the homophobia is beginning to stink. however i have promised i would not get into more fights (liar) so me and the shinsou and bakugou rpers are just like, ribbing at it a little in the ooc chat. like, "man, i wish i was this sheltered growing up, maybe i wouldnt have been bullied in school" or something to that effect, which summer takes very personally and adamantly defends her right to imagine a world where it is in any way realistic for a sixteen year old who is gay and has gay moms to be this stupid.

but nonetheless, the in character chat goes on. kirishima is still getting hooked on phonics style sexuality. and then kaminari decides to whip out a chart. which chart?

THIS. THIS THING.

needlessly to say, we were baffled. surely no one believes this is how anything works, yes?

the vilification of hypersexuality (medical symptom, often of trauma). the bizarre insistence on carefully organizing every aspect of attraction on a gradient. its such a fascinating little piece of bullfucker, but furthermore,

in a world in which the LGBT acronym is too hard for someone to grasp, im supposed to believe he just clicks with Sexuality Battleship??? I'm a professional faggot and this thing confuses me.

It was such beautiful insight into their minds. A world in which one can skip all the annoying gay people parts of sexuality labels and instead dive right into the microcosms of what was solely relevant to them. it also fantastically predicted the future homophobia i would be subject to, including a line about how "gay people had enough and wouldnt stop stealing ace rep" about the magnus archives, and also the todoroki conversion therapy moment, but this was really just a truly incredible appetizer to the full course of dumb fuckery.

#homophobia #f slur

[buggre-alle-this-for-a-larke]

TW: DISCUSSION OF DOMESTIC ABUSE TACTICS

Something that really puts me off wolfstar, at least in canon and anything vaguely canon compliant, is that it takes Sirius being a shit friend in 1981 (something that becomes mutual by November 1981) and sprinkles in abuse.

If Remus and Sirius were in a romantic relationship in 1981, Sirius is using some classic abuse techniques on Remus.

Namely: (image taken from the NHS website)

Isolate: Sirius goes to lengths to isolate Remus from his friends. By guaranteeing Remus isn’t told the secret (poa ch18), Remus will never see James, Lily, or Harry again because that’s how the fidelius charm works. He could have turned up at their door and still wouldn’t be able to see them. He has been very successfully cut out of their lives. According to Remus ,James wouldn’t have believed any of his friends were the spy (DH ch 5), meaning this all came from Sirius as we’re told in PoA (ch18).

Peter was also in hiding as the secret keeper, though to what extent we’re never told (“when I arrived at his hiding place, he was gone” (poa ch18)). If they’re trying to keep Peter safe from the spy and not tell Remus about the switch (which they are, poa ch18), it’s likely Remus has been cut out of his life too. Based on Sirius’ will.

Remus doesn’t have a major support network to fall back on; he refused to go to his father for help (pottermore) and his lycanthropy makes it difficult for him to have pretty much anyone (DH ch11). So if Sirius has been able to get James, Lily, and Peter out of Remus’ life by his conviction that Remus is the spy, he has successfully cut Remus off and isolated him from all of his close friends.

Money: This leads on from the previous point. Remus, at that point, didn’t work. His lycanthropy made it incredibly difficult for him to get and keep employment and so most of his time was dedicated to the Order (pottermore). As he wouldn’t return to living with his father, it was James that funded Remus’ entire life and paid his rent (leaky cauldron interview with JKR 2007).

Needless to say, cutting Remus off from James doesn’t just mean he has one less friend - it means Sirius has cut Remus off from his finances. If James and Remus are no longer in contact, and it stands to reason they’d have to be otherwise Remus would figure out that Sirius isn’t the secret keeper (which is the thing they want to avoid (poa ch18)), then Remus has no form of income. How quickly that would turn dire we don’t know, but probably not very long. Sirius’ actions are controlling Remus’ access to money.

Blame: We don’t know why Sirius thinks Remus is the spy, neither the books nor pottermore goes into any details (it’s not because Remus was with the werewolves, he doesn’t do that until 1996), only that he does. Meaning the isolation and controlling of his finances happens because of something Sirius believes of Remus - if Remus had noticed this (and if Peter hadn’t betrayed them within a week he would have) Remus would have been blamed for Sirius’ actions.

It’s also likely Sirius would deny his tactics if Remus called him out on it, tiptoeing pretty close to the “deny the abuse is happening, or downplay it” line too.

Accuse of affairs: Of course I say kinda this one not because of actual affairs, but because of what Sirius has accused Remus of doing elsewhere. Replace affairs with ‘accusations of murdering their comrades, planning to murder more, and conspiring with a fascist dictator’. Remus hasn’t done any of that, and yet it doesn’t stop Sirius from accusing him.

For comparison, when Remus believes Sirius was the spy; he has been told Sirius was the secret keeper, Dumbledore corroborated that Sirius was the secret keeper, Peter has been ‘killed’, there were eye witness accounts saying that Sirius murdered Peter and then blew up a street, Sirius was caught at the scene laughing and, as far we can discern, goes with law enforcement quietly, and he is imprisoned. There’s nothing to suggest Remus thought Sirius was the spy before he’s provided with the evidence (even if that evidence turned out to be wrong). Sirius did all this to Remus without evidence.

This is one hell of thing to accuse your boyfriend of doing. It’s a hell of a thing to accuse a friend of doing don’t get me wrong, but when this is the person you’re supposed to love and be the closest to? That shit is rough.

Viewing Sirius and Remus’ interactions in this period through a romantic lens takes it from just being shitty to being downright grim. Listen I love a good bit of angst in a ship, so long as the angst is built on a solid foundation of trust and respect, but this goes beyond like casual angst for me. And people’s claim that Sirius being in a relationship with Remus at the time is the thing that makes it okay is just not the one.

#remus lupin #sirius black #antiwolfstar #just in case #marauders #tw: dv #tw:domestic abuse

[ohshy]

do u have any bald bull or soda popinski headcanons ? 🩷

HELL YEAHHH u get both !!!!!

🫧Soda Popinski🫧

keeps trying to get hippo to try different types of soda. hippo tried one once and nearly passed out from the amount of sugar. needless to say, it was funny and a little scary trying to explain it to passerby

soda is one of the few people that knows about kaiser's berliner partying days. its something kaiser likes to keep secret, seeing as he feels like he has a ''reputation to protect''. it did help that soda's a very gregarious guy in general though, he just has a certain energy ab him that makes people wanna confess things to him.

in general, soda knows how to keep secrets really well, especially if he spills anything about the russian government, the consequences might be dire…

speaking of the russian government, his mother is a scientist who originally created soda in a lab as an assignment to create the ultimate fighting machine. as such, she isn't allowed to have full custody of her son, as he partially belongs to the government lab. Poor lady…

all of soda's family and acquaintances are nicknamed after soda. He has a girlfriend named cola (credit to mabs for that idea), his mother is nicknamed popuschka, and he calls his headscientist dr pepper.

like ive said before, he learns english from macho and disco, and often gets words mixed up. one time he called macho man ''brogus'' and macho absolutely hated it.

has a tendency to underestimate his strength a little. if you make him laugh particularly hard, he'll slap you on the back and you'll likely end up w/ a fractured spine. (exaggarated obviously, but it WILL hurt)

hangs around a lot w/ the other two nicest guys of the WVBA, them being disco kid and bear hugger. disco refers to their squad as the ''turntable trio'', as they all like to dance. ms bear makes him feel at home as well, but the squirrell freaks him out a little. also shares a sweet tooth w/ hugger so theres that too hehe.

aside from soda, total sucker for certain russian desserts, especially medovik and pastila.

🐂Bald Bull🐂

comes from a rich family. his ma is a singer and his dad a retired athlete

along w/ a mansion, has a HUGE ranch where cows n bulls roam, this is how he became inspired to name himself bald bull.

quite the introverted guy, and doesnt socialize much outside of his own circuit. He is quite chummy with Sandman and Soda though. One time, he offered Soda a turkish delight , and the rest is history. He also relates a lot to sandman due to both having issues w/ quick irritability.

the only other person outside the world circuit that bull interacts with is disco kid, mainly thanks to the fact him and soda are acquinted. Disco gave bull a rly nice outlet for his anger issues, namely dancing! Disco one day saw bull roll his fists in the ring, thought ''WOW that guy can really move !!!!'' bc it reminded him of a classic disco dance. he then talked to soda about him and the rest is history :3

Audhd. paparazzi not withstanding, does not manage his symptoms well.

has very mixed feelings on his mom. On one hand, her voice is like sweet nostalgia to him because she always sang him sweet lullabies, but at the other hand she has broken his trust in many ways that he feels cant be repaired. gets along better w/ his dad tho

used to have a rly sweet school girl type giggle, but his family teased him out of it :(

thinks hes like clark kent whenever he disguises himself as Mask X. the world circuit all know, but the paparazzi is none the wiser somehow. dw nobody in the WVBA will tell :]

interests outside of boxing include arm wrestling, farm animals, and (very rarely) singing. You gotta b real special for him to sing for you. Very private person in general.

#HIHI i hope u like these hehe #and thank you for the ask !!! #bald bull #soda popinski #punch out #punch out!! #punch out wii #monkey brain typing #headcanons