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trinitvii-r · 2 years

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VP Squared - Prologue

(ffvii x reader

When Rufus Shinra continues operating with barely any oversight, his father decides perhaps assigning him a SOLDIER — under the guise of security — would make him privy to his son’s plans.

He really should have seen this coming.)

It’s a well known fact within Shinra that Rufus is a smug asshole. Even someone as sweet as Zack Fair would admit as much, albeit perhaps with a bit of guilt.

Another well known fact is that the Shinra heir is simply awaiting the moment his father drops dead. Despite the numerous metaphorical chains to stifle him, Rufus merely bides his time and sinks his claws in whatever he can.

More of an open secret than a “known fact,” is that the Administrative Research Department operates independently of Heidegger, despite what it says on paper. The Turks — as they’re called — may be Shinra’s intelligence agency, but ultimately their loyalties are to Rufus Shinra alone.

So it came as a surprise to everyone when President Shinra decided that in the interest of his son’s safety, Rufus’ Turks are not enough. Perhaps to an outsider, this would be seen as nothing more than a father caring for his son, but to anyone else in the company this was Rufus being put on a leash. It meant more eyes to keep watch of whatever dirty tricks the VP might pull. Whoever would be his SOLDIER bodyguard, Director Lazard, and Professor Hojo at the very least would have to report straight to the President on whatever they find.

The Shinra Dining Hall is deadly silent when SOLDIERs First Class Sephiroth, Angeal Hewley, and Genesis Rhapsodos walk in. All eyes are on them, hungry for any clue as to which one of them could have been assigned babysitting duty. Even Cadet Cloud Strife couldn’t resist joining in.

This may be the one thing that unites all Shinra employees. Gossip. Besides, it would be nice to feel better about oneself. Regardless of how much working at Shinra may suck, at least you’re not the poor fool caught between the President and his own son in their battle for power. This sentiment had already been parroted at least four times this morning, and each time bringing more laughs than the last.

The betting pool has more zeroes than Cloud thought possible. Most of the middle managers think Sephiroth is the obvious choice. His loyalty to the company must mean he’d be loyal to the President too, right? On the other hand, the secretaries have unanimously agreed that it would be Angeal Hewley because he’s just so kind and has honor, whatever that means. They’re confident enough in their answer that they’ve already begun plotting ways to assist him, to make it easier for him, you know? Everyone else either threw in random names, (like an underdog story, except instead of winning they lose… because they’d have to babysit Rufus fucking Shinra) or chose Genesis Rhapsodos because the idea of those two within a couple feet of each other at all times is absolutely hilarious.

Part 2 of the Betting Pool is in the instance of Genesis Rhapsodos being selected, who would cry first. Him or Rufus? The votes are split evenly down the middle, that is until Sephiroth passes by and bets on Genesis.

Nobody says a thing. Angeal gives everyone a tight smile, and politely waves goodbye as the two of them walk out.

Thirty seconds later, a huffy Genesis Rhapsodos passes by the same board, and screams. His fury is tamped down when he spills some coffee on himself. Right as he exits, a cheerful voice greets him, “G’morning!”

His salutation is ignored, and the slamming of the doors is a precursor to the noise that returns.

It’s right then that Cloud realizes something. Nobody bothered to vote for the man walking towards him at the moment.

“Heya, Cloud!”

The puppy face is enough to convince Cloud that not even the demon himself could do something so dastardly to Zack Fair.

“Hey, man. Did you hear about the thing?”

Zack’s grin is almost blinding as he throws his arm around Cloud. “Aw man, lemme tell you.” Everyone else is discreetly observing the two. “The SOLDIER common area went wild on that last night.”

This oughta be good.

Thus begun the best week for every non-SOLDIER Shinra employee. The rumor mill showed no signs of slowing down, and everyone else found schadenfreude at the usual cocky SOLDIERs becoming shells of their former selves.

The following Monday, Rufus struts through the lobby with a familiar figure clad in what would be called a typical SOLDIER Third Class uniform, except it’s been customized to be a deep black. A stark contrast to Rufus’ all white ensemble… and an obvious dig at SOLDIER regulations.

Another three things became apparent to any person seeing this new development:

1. Midgar’s number one Bastard* really should have seen this coming.

*President Shinra

2. Bastard’s son** really was a little shit…

**Rufus Shinra

3. …and Bastard’s actual literal bastard*** just got threatened or blackmailed.

***SOLDIER Director Lazard Deusericus

However there was one thing nobody knew the answer to… just how the hell did Rufus get one of his Turks to become an official SOLDIER?!

An angry Heidegger storms through the silent space, headed directly for the Vice President himself. Until he finds his neck on the end of a stiletto dagger. His wide eyes meet deadly, yet apathetic non-mako non-SOLDIER eyes.

“One more step, and I’ll slice your neck clean off.”

The only audible reaction is the receptionist’s squeaky gasp. Though, the shock is clear on everyone else’s face.

Rufus barks a hearty laugh, and lowers your weapon from the poor man’s neck. The touch of his hand on yours a clear display of mutual respect and trust. “Now, now.” At your annoyed look, he merely smirks. “I’m sure Heidegger just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion.” Like a flash went through his face, Rufus levels the man with a menacing stare. “Isn’t that right?”

Before he gets his answer, Rufus leads you towards the elevator. A hushed argument plays between the two of you, but the fond smile on the VP’s face betrays the ruse.

As the elevator doors close, the rumor mill is back in full swing.

Nobody even noticed poor Heidegger fall to his knees.

#final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 #rufus shinra x reader #but not just him tho ❤️#sephiroth x reader #angeal hewley x reader #genesis rhapsodos x reader #zack fair x reader #tifa lockhart x reader #aerith gainsborough x reader #jessie rasberry x reader

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takami-takami · 4 months

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okayy I was so happy to see your keigo is a boob guy hcs because I've NEVER seen anyone talk about him with a boob kink anywhere. keigo WILL suck on them for hours worship them and maybee has a lactation kink maybeee (lemme know your opinion!)Like this was the first time and please god please we need moree V!!! (staring at you w puppy eyes holding your hands because i truly adore you)

KEIGO BOOB GUY 4LYFE I swear was thinking this morning about it at the sink, actually. Thinking about how much Keigo loves them and how latching onto them with his mouth grounds him a little. When he's feeling overstimulated? Brain fuzzy with subspace? Can't think because his blood is not really traveling to that head right now? Nom, latched like a leech. It makes him feel so much better.

Truly I do think boobs are so so so special to Keigo. He thinks peace and love on planet earth when he gets to touch them, knead them like a stress ball, rest his head on them and close his eyes and sigh. Regardless of gender, size, anything, he just adores chests in general and the heartbeat beneath them and the warmth and the intimacy and AGH. <3

Ohhhhh lactation kink... I can see this. I can see him being denial of this part of himself for a long time, the kind of kink that starts off as a joke then turns into "I promise I just think it's really interesting as a concept like not for me obviously haha but like there's gotta be a rational for it I just think it's interesting—" that turns into a full-blown kink.

#the laction part is not my cup of tea but keigo absolutely would glug that tea down #ALSO I ADORE YOU TOO NONNIE #💌 asks

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just-a-dinosaur-i-guess · 3 months

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eternal winter au you say

img from here btw

YESSS i fucking LOVE that au

okay so

lemme just set the scene. fantasy au basically.

it has been winter for as long as anyone remembers. the sun hasn't been seen in centuries, only covered by clouds. sometimes the edges of it will peek out, but never for long. the nights are bitterly cold, and if you do not have a shelter, your blood will turn to ice and your flesh to frost. cities are few and far between, the only way to get to them being dangerous treks on paths only barely there, even with use. the snow does not falter. those who live in seaside villages know that not even the ocean was spared; the waves have long since stopped moving, ships now still, ice as far down as anyone's dared to look. perhaps there is a depth at which its crusade halts, but no one would know.

and in one of these cities, this one being a theocratic city, is nathaniel hawthorne, a priest who has warm lodgings and steady meals. his life is good, it is easy, and then it is not.

walking home one afternoon, he gets bit by a vampire. (they, too, cannot survive in the cold and so must do their hunting in the day. the sun is not there to scorch them, after all.) he's horrified; as anyone else would be, and attempting to go to the church for some kind of help only gets him kicked out.

night is soon arriving, he can feel the chill in his bones, but then the vampire comes crawling back. he learns his name (nikolai gogol), and that he is taking him to his shared home.

he does not have an argument as to where else nikolai could take him. as what little light there is disappears beyond the horizon, they arrive safely.

nikolai lives with a butcher named fyodor, his apprentice sigma; and now nathaniel. fyodor is a fairly devout man and is pissed, to say the least, about nikolai turning a priest. nathaniel and sigma awkwardly get to know each other while fyodor and nikolai argue in the back.

sigma is a rather special person; they have no city that they came from. instead, they came out of the unyielding winter, shivering, having no idea who or what may have made them.

there's others like them; those whose origin comes from nothing but snow and ice are rumored to have powers; magic in their blood, though sigma does not know what type is running through their veins. it has not surfaced yet despite how long fyodor has been waiting.

(it is worth noting that there is another person around like this, a redhead who used to be called arahabaki, but we'll get to them in a bit.)

nathaniel just prays the magic sigma holds could turn him back, to save him from this fate; but perhaps he should have prayed for luck getting used to it.

sigma is interested in helping nathaniel, and fyodor won't argue if it means that sigma gets to hopefully finally unlock his abilities.

as this goes on, elsewhere in the city, two lives once again intertwine. the famous bard, osamu dazai, walks into town, strumming his instrument as always. on the other side of town, chuuya nakahara enters, blade worn from use against elemental constructs that lurk outside of civilization. they meet again as they met at first, in a warm bar with too many people in it.

they used to be a traveling duo, chuuya accomplishing feats while dazai sung about them, but they split up for reasons unknown. dazai still holds onto the songs he wrote of them, but their tunes have all soured.

but he still remembers their softer moments together; chuuya coming to him one late night, telling him arahabaki was not a name they liked being theirs any longer. he told them he'd love them regardless. he said arahabaki was a stupid name anyway.

back to the priest's troubles; eventually, fyodor's friends come to visit. they call themselves the hunting dogs, and they hunt the same things as chuuya does. fukuchi is a good guest, his pack of soldiers the same, albeit a bit chaotic.

nathaniel notes how tachihara seems to get along so well with sigma before he goes and asks fukuchi and the others if they have any cure to the vampirism.

he does not get any results there, and his search to save himself continues.

and that is the plot of my eternal winter au. i hope you like it :)

also i have a pinterest board of it

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ravusnightblossom · 7 months

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ooc; Alright, a more proper post now. I'm slowly transitioning back into the writing world. It feels bad to ask anyone to be patient with me while I do so since so many have been waiting since.... um... *looks* ...as far back as May. Apologies. Summer is kind of chaotic for me. Regardless, I'll be putting out drafts here and there, so if I respond to one that you no longer have interest in, just lemme know and I'll archive it! No stress.

Also, I loathe this new layout. With the fiery passion of a thousand suns. I want my old Xkit back.

#(ooc; “mun speaks!”)

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sevengraces · 6 months

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someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

You, ch2, Title Card

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Tim slowly stiffened as he came back into himself. He was curled up in Jasons lap, with his head shoved under the older mans’ chin and his face buried in his neck. His hands were gripping the back of Jasons’ jacket like he belonged there and there were half dried tears all over the both of them. Jason had his arm wrapped around him and his other hand was running though his hair. Casually, he pressed a kiss onto the top of Tims’ hair, still speaking softly throughout it all.

-or-

Nobody ever deals well with loneliness, but certain people are probably worse at it and certain people probably deal with it more often. Tim is of course both of these people.

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Hello, this is complete and I might just post it all at once, we shall see lol. First DC post at all tbh, and I've read exactly one comic in my life and am not likely to read more so if you are a canon type of reader then you might not wanna be here. All character and such choices come from the first Red Robin comic and fanfiction, that is it. The fic title is from Noah Kahan "Come Over" and the chapter title is from Dodie "All My Daughters" - I picked the songs and lyrics for the titles from a playlist I made abt Tim Drake and these were the best fits for the fic lol, lemme know if you want more Tim Drake song recs cause I've got a shit ton.

(also if you're here for my series in progress I'm sorry- I promise it'll happen just maybe not for awhile, it hasn't been my special interest in a hot minute so this is what you're getting rn lol)

CW's/TW's:

panic attacks negative self talk/low self esteem swearing vomit mentions of canon typical violence suicidal thoughts --- that should be all but as always let me know if I missed something

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Chapter 1- I'll grow the bones myself then, on my own again

Tim has pretty much always known, in the way that clever children tend to know things, that there is possibly something wrong with how his parents raised him. Objectively an eleven year old shouldn’t know to lie about who is and isn’t home to avoid trouble, but being alone suited him. It was convenient and necessary and normal and understandable and utterly, utterly miserable. But growing up a lonely child suited him in the same way that grief suited Batman, terrible but necessary.

Batman has only gotten better at grief and Tim thinks, as an emancipated minor in the silence of his blank apartment with big windows and echoey walls, that perhaps he has perfected the art of the lonely child.

Regardless of how suited he is to isolation, he knows he grows maudlin the longer it lasts. It’s a poor excuse for his weak will, but as he stands in his sparkling penthouse kitchen silently making his third cup of coffee this morning he considers.

Tim braces his elbows on the solid marble countertop with his eyes closed to the harsh fluorescent lights and the echoes of his mothers’ sharp nails in his arm and he considers picking up the phone. He could call someone- anyone at all, in an effort to avoid this sinking sensation he’s fled from since he was nine years old with nothing but everything he’d ever needed and a camera to keep him sated. Someone might even answer, depending on who he called.

It is ten in the morning on an entirely unremarkable Saturday. The sun is resting comfortably in the sky, his phone is fully charged, he knows where everyone he has ever cared about is, and he could call anyone.

Tim opens his eyes and stretches out an arm across the countertop towards his phone, hesitating slightly before making contact but pushing through nonetheless. He flicks it on and ignores every single notification with the heavy awareness that not a single one of them is from anyone who actually wants to talk to him, he taps through the apps before reaching the dial screen and he places the phone face up on the countertop and breathes.

He stands straight from where he had been bent over, carrying his coffee with him through the rest of the kitchen. He doesn’t open the fridge, there’s nothing in there anyways. Tim takes even steps until he reaches the far window of the living room where he leans against it and slides down slowly.

Once he’s rested against the floor with his fresh coffee cradled in his hands he leans his head against the cool glass and considers his options.

He could call Cass, she’d probably answer him. Mostly because he never calls unless there’s a world ending disaster, but she would answer him. After the hurried reassurance that “No Cass, nothings wrong- I just wanted to talk” she would probably let him ramble on about whatever he could come up with for awhile before she pointed out in that simple, honest way of hers that they didn’t talk like this and she knows he didn’t call just to make small talk. She would stare at his face through the screen and wait for his explanation, she would stare and wait for him to lie. Once he did, because he always did- what else could he even do? She would watch his body tense, she would follow the lines of anxiety like a roadmap, until every petty insecurity was written plain as sin on his face. And then she would accept the lie like it didn’t hurt, like she didn’t know. They would talk and maybe even have an okay time, then something would happen in Hong Kong and she’d have to go or WE would explode in some new way and he would have to go. Either way the call would end and Tim would be alone again in his pristine, lifeless apartment except this time someone else would know how badly he wanted to claw off his skin in the hopes of finding whatever was deeply wrong with him.

Tim laughed like a rusty hinge and took a sip of coffee. To no fault of her own, Cass couldn’t help him- he ignored the fact that the only solid feeling he’d had in days was that nothing and no one could help him.

There was always someone a little less discerning, like Dick. The man could flay him alive, but it would be entirely unintentional and oblivious on his part. He could call Dick and he might answer. Of course it was a Saturday morning so he was probably either asleep or with Damian, and Tim didn’t want to wake him up or deal with the building tension as he waited for Dick to hang up because the demon brat needed something at that exact minute. There was the chance he was hanging out by himself at his own apartment in Bludhaven, but even Tim could only intrude on the older mans’ personal space and time so often. No, Tim knew with a bone deep certainty that he could not handle this call going to voicemail or being cut short because Tim was the easiest burden to leave behind.

He carefully placed his coffee mug on the floor next to him and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, watching the spots burst into being and fade out slowly.

For obvious reasons he wasn’t going to call Damian. For all that he was eleven years old and impossible to deal with, Tim didn’t want to be the type of person who needed a teenager to regulate his emotions for him. The boy knew how that felt first hand- and even if he’d walked into Robin with his eyes open to the consequences, he’d been pushed out with his eyes a little wider and his chest a little hollower for more reasons than most wanted to believe. No matter how snot nosed the demon brat was, that kid had spent too long playing at being an adult and he deserved better than that from Tim, at least. Tim doggedly ignored the fact that he himself had only been a little older than Damian is now when he’d yanked on the mantle with two hands and the determination of a desperate child, he also ignored the fact that Damian would skin him alive for thinking such thoughts even tangentially to thoughts of the boy himself.

The seventeen year old grabbed blindly for his coffee and took a long drink. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this thought exercise was going, but Tim had never been one to give up. Not when he really should, not when it would’ve been easier for everyone involved, and not when it was pointless. He had been good at the suspension of disbelief long before he’d joined the crusade, and he was loathe to break a bad habit.

If not Cass, Dick, or Damian to call- there was always Jason. Tim choked back a snort and stared at the empty wall next to the front door, yes there was always Jason. It was maybe a little unfair to think so poorly of the older boy, but it was too easy for Tim to think highly of him and he had fallen from those heights a few times more often than he’d care to admit. It wasn’t that Jason wasn’t kind or even that he was unwilling to talk to Tim these days, it was more-so that he’d never stopped trying to impress the older man and peeling back his flesh to show Jason the slimy, unlikable parts and then ask to be coddled was a level of desperate that he shuddered to think of reaching. Of course Jason had never been one to coddle Tim in general, which was a generous way of putting it. But despite it all, Jason was a good person and lately seemed if not interested in Tim then vaguely affectionate towards the concept of him- he would probably answer on principle. But how was Tim to even start that conversation? “Hi Jason, I know we literally only talk when we’re working or when Dick gets it in his head that all of us being Robin at some point means something, but I was wondering if you would talk with me about something that wasn’t either mutually traumatizing or how much you hate me. Why? So that I can pretend that someone would choose to be around me, that’s all.” Yeah probably not the best idea he’s had to date.

Tim chewed his lips and pretended that his breathing wasn’t getting heavier the shorter his list of options got. He barreled forward with his mug between his feet and his head between his knees.

Alfred had never once refused a call, with the only recompense being the subtle implications that he really ought to join them for dinner more often. Tim could call Alfred and the man would answer. He would answer and reserve judgement, even more- he would be perfectly willing to bring Tim up to speed on everything he’d missed since the two had last spoken. He would fill him in like it was nothing and with no disapproval to be heard. Alfred was really his best option but nonetheless the boy refused to move towards his phone, still face up and turned on across the room. Alfred had never turned down any overtures of companionship, at least not since Tim had been allowed into the circle as Robin, but he’d also never really reached out to him of his own volition. Tim had always told himself it was the older mans sense of propriety, but what if it was that same sense of propriety that kept him on the line? Tim was lonely, sure, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that Alfred had been attached to the Wayne name for longer than even Bruce had been alive and Tim had latched onto the family like a burr or a mold. The boy wasn’t sure he could handle being placated either, he’d met plenty of people employed under his parents and if today was the day Tim noticed how similar their vacant indulgence was to Alfreds’ steadfast professionalism he would probably break in irreparable ways.

He forcibly calmed his breathing and glared at the mug between his ankles. He ignored how that feeling from earlier had strengthened and barricaded itself in his chest and was making it hard to focus on his heartbeats.

There was Stephanie, one of his oldest and long-lasting companions. He could call her but she was pretty likely to be busy and thus not answer or be rightfully angry and thus not answer. He would have no way of knowing except that he knew which one was most likely if only based on historical precedence. He had been a bad boyfriend but a better friend- that of course didn’t mean much, it wasn’t a particularly hard bar to clear after all. Even disregarding all of their history, Tim hadn’t really spoken to Steph since blowing into town with ninjas on his heels and animosity between them a mile wide. They still hadn’t really sat down and talked about everything from her death, the gang war, and his radio silence during his search for Bruce. It felt wrong to call her up like none of that had happened and she still wanted him around as anything other than a competent yet obnoxious coworker.

The thought of Steph ached like a bruise and that pain only compounded the marching drumbeat in his chest that called out in gleeful tones "Not wanted, not wanted" and so Tim snuffed it like the wick of a bomb and moved onward once more.

Babs was always available, somehow. She made a point to keep a line open for any capes in the Gotham area no matter how frosty the personal relationship had gotten. But that was for professional things, and Tim didn’t know if he could deal with reaching out to her for comfort only for her to remind him exactly how they’d left things. He’d had a case related theory- Bruce wasn’t dead. Dick had disagreed, Barbara had disagreed, everyone had disagreed. Tim had pushed and Dick had taken it both personally and poorly, that moved things from a professional dispute between allies to a personal spat between the nosy neighbor and her long time closest companion. There was no version of reality where Babs chose Tim over Dick, honestly there probably wasn’t a version of reality where anyone chose Tim over anyone they even vaguely liked- let alone loved. It would be absurd to expect her to push past how he’d hurt Dick, even though he’d been right, and it was impossible for Tim to push past how she’d left him to fend for himself out of spite despite the fact that he should’ve expected it and known better.

Tim was trying hard not to catastrophize, he knew that was what it was actually called when he came up with one thousand plans with ten backup versions each, but it was so tempting to script his conversations so that nothing could go wrong. It was nearly fool proof and most of the time it felt like it was almost worth the consequence of looking in the mirror and having his gaze drawn to how his mothers eyes and bone structure fit comfortably on his face. There was always the chance that someone would see his railroading for what it was, but Young JustUs and Steph had been the only people to do so in any meaningful way.

There was nothing stopping him from call Kon, Bart, or Cassie. Well, that was almost true- Kon would answer but he had better things to do than hold his hand through the consequences of his self-imposed isolation. The super was just barely on good terms with Clark and testing the waters of a brotherly relationship with Jon- he had actual, real problems to deal with that didn’t have anything to do with the sort of best friend that had gone insane when he died and tried to clone him back to life. Bart was in a similar boat in that he definitely shouldn’t have to help someone who was somehow less emotionally adjusted than him handle reality. The speedster was beginning to settle back into this time period, and seemed to be believing in the permanence of it in a way he hadn’t before he’d died. Tim didn’t need to shake that up just because he was coping poorly with his own decisions. Cassie was an entirely different situation that Tim was in no way equipped to handle with competency. How do you ask your ex-girlfried/bestfriend/group life partner to tell you she still cares about you when your last proper conversation was her telling you how insane you’d gone and you telling her that you didn’t need her anymore- you don’t, that’s how.

Even though Young JustUs had been prepared to be together until the heat death of the universe, Tim should’ve known better than to hang his hopes on something as flimsy as that. People simply didn’t stay with Tim, which was something he’d learned at the age of ten when his parents had skipped every holiday that year (and his birthday) without comment or apology, he just knew that ten year old would be embarrassed at how far he’d fallen just because some people had been nice to him for a little while. He should’ve known better then and he did know better now.

Bruce was alive and in the correct time so he should be an option, but even Tim wasn’t that delusional. The man was still settling into the modern day and his new family dynamics that had changed without him. True, he was Batman again and Damian was his Robin- but the demon brat still deferred to Dick more often than not and Dick was a little too smug about such preferential treatment to discourage it in any meaningful way. Not that Dick was particularly good at discouraging the boy of any behaviors even when he didn’t enjoy the results but, water and bridges and such. Bruce was chafing under his performative authority and thus going on some sort of family building kick as a consequence. He would definitely answer, but Tim wasn’t sure he could withstand any sort of relationship they built getting thrown to the side once this little tantrum ended. This call would mean too much to Tim and be nothing more than bragging rights or blackmail for Bruce, there was a reason he was the bottom of the list.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was sitting on the floor of his perfect apartment with his head between his knees and a recently emptied coffee mug next to him when he realized, with a sharp exhale like a punch to the gut, that it didn’t matter.

He shot up from his perch, kicking the mug across the room to shatter against the wall, and he laughed. He laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. He laughed so hard he choked and shook and began to sob. Here he was, freaking out in his stupid apartment in ways he hadn’t since the first time his parents left him home alone for more than a week, and for what reason? He had known this little spectacle wouldn’t mean anything but tears in the end, what was his fascination with self-torture that he’d needed to break it down on a person by person basis like it wasn’t a foregone conclusion as of four years ago when he’d wedged his way into this doomed mission with nothing but empty hands and spite. His sobbing picked up volume and his breathing got sharper.

In some distant way Tim was aware that he was having a panic attack. A pretty bad one, if the crying and shaking had anything to say about it. But in that same distant way he didn’t really care. He was watching himself choke on his tears so hard that he had to curl over and vomit on the hardwood floors and he couldn’t bring himself to feel any type of way about it. What did it matter if he choked to death on his vomit in this perfect, sterile penthouse all by himself? Wasn’t it a little poetic, in a morbid sort of way?

If it wasn’t for the fact that Janet Drake had no physical choice, she would’ve skipped his birth just like his father had- she probably would’ve avoided his birth happening all together if they’d had their way. They’d left him alone as soon as they could get away with it, and he’d wasted away his years waiting for them to come back and acknowledge that they had a son. Wouldn’t it be ironic if he died choking on the physical manifestation of his loneliness in an apartment that reminded him too much of his childhood home to ever be comfortable?

Tim- not Drake or Wayne, just Tim-Nobodies-Son, spread out on his freezing floors and tried to breathe through the suddenly overwhelming urge to see if a second fall from a window would do the job. He tried to beat back the echoing voice that seemed to emanate from the middle of his chest, that had graduated from “not wanted” to “never wanted”, because he could see the next escalation coming from a mile away and he knew there was nobody there to stop it but him- like always. And ever so slowly his tears dried, tacky and embarrassing, and his shame returned to him like his coffee had just a moment ago.

He sighed loud and long, “What am I even doing? I’m lucky dad is dead- at least he doesn’t get to see exactly how right he was.”

As the boy kneaded the tension from his forehead he noticed a clicking sound that, in hindsight, had been echoing around his walls for quite awhile.

And then Jason Todd, in all his murderous glory, was standing in his doorway with lock picks in hand and an unreadable expression on his face.

#fanfic #tim drake #dc universe #batman #red robin #Jason Todd #mentioned batfamily #hurt/comfort #grace is writing

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thevoidstaredback · 20 days

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Hi i don't know if you take writing requests but if you do could you write a villain with mind reading powers?

I most definitely will take writing requests! Though, I won't write anything that makes me uncomfortable. Villains, though, I can do.

I will warn that this is gonna have some heavy topics, so here's your Content Warning: Affair outside wedlock, intense invasions of privacy, briefly implied transphobia, threats/execution of threats against a school/students

You wanted a villain, so here's a tragic villain with a backstory. Lemme know what you think🖤

(Like all my stories, this is not beta read/peer reviewed)

The Outlier

Max had known since he was a kid that he was special; stranger than other kids. For as long as he could remember, he was different; the outlier.

The first give away was the way his parents looked at him. Side eyes when they thought he wasn't looking. Whispers when they thought he couldn't hear. Smiles that didn't seem genuine, and only got faker as he got older.

The second tell was the looks he got from other kids. Girls weren't supposed to like the colour blue. Girls weren't supposed to like action figures and bugs. Good thing he's not a girl, then.

The third, and biggest thing, was that he could hear voices. They didn't usually talk to him directly, and were mostly whispers in the wind. When he told his parents, they told him it was cute to have imaginary friends. His parents were his parents, so they must've been right when they said he'd grown out of them.

But the voices didn't go away. They only got louder.

By the time he was ten years old, he could match the voices in his head to those of his classmates. The one always thinking about how cute Joshua is was Cindy's voice. The one constantly thinking about lunch and recess was Ethan.

All of the voices were so mundane and never really strayed from their normal thoughts. The bigger voices, though, the voices of adults, were interesting to listen to.

His teacher, Mrs. Kingston, only ever had three topics on her mind: Anticipation to get away from her students, her next lesson, or how cute Mr. Spring - who is not her husband - was.

Shame. Max liked this teacher. Oh, well.

As Max got older, the voices got louder, but he could still ignore them as though they were white noise. He'd even managed to figure out how to focus on one voice, making it louder while the rest faded out.

That's how he found out, in middle school, that the eighth grade chemistry teacher, Ms. Adam, was planning to blow the joint. Literally.

Her class had been working with some chemicals that, while mixed in small, were harmless, but were deadly in large amounts.

She, apparently, was on a downward spiral and no one knew anything. Well, almost no one. Max had known Ms. Adam was going through some stuff, but he'd always filtered her out. Not his circus, not his monkey.

Regardless, he needed to tell someone. If he didn't, then the whole school would be blown up by the end of tomorrow! As much as he hated school, he had grown attached to some of the people here. Besides, he quite liked living in spite of everyone he didn't think he deserved to. It was funny to watch them turn red.

Maybe that should've been the first red flag.

The second the bell rang, he was in the halls and quickly moving to the principal's office. He'd know what to do! He's an adult! He's the adult in charge of the rest of the adults, so they had to listen to him!

But adults don't believe children. Children don't know any better. Children don't know anything.

But Max did. Max knee everyone. Max knew people and their thoughts better than anyone else. And Max knew, for a fact, that the adults had failed him.

He managed to get thirty-two students out and to the far side of the field before the building went up in flames.

It was that event that ultimately brought him to where he now was.

He'd always been a smart kid, using other people's inner dialogues on top of his own knowledge to get things done. In a year, he amassed a following of other kids. Kids that had been failed by adults. Kids that shouldn't have had to grow up before their time. Kids who had only ever wanted to be kids.

Together, they grew. Together, they quietly took over the crime ring in the city. Together, the planned for expansion into the world. Now, together, they would take over the city. Then, together, they would work to take over the country.

If the adults were going to fail the children, then there was no need for them. The system was broken by adults who intended for their children to fix it, so the children were going to fix it. Adults had no place in the new system.

Max became The Outlier. The children he'd taken on as his own, despite being younger than a lot of them, became The Mavericks. Adults all over had become The Unwanted.

The Outlier would not allow The Mavericks to kill. He would rather have the blood haunting his nightmares for all eternity than to let even a drop stain the hands of a child. A group of older kids, however, disagreed. They named themselves Bohemians and they became his generals. They became the kill order. And The Mavericks never knew execution.

There were some who opposed the ordered death of The Unwanted, but they were few and far between. If they spoke too loudly, they became a part of the Court. They spoke in favor of adults, acting as their jury when brought before The Outlier and Bohemians. They never won a case.

Max had made it known, when he had taken over the city, that it was adults that had failed him - them - so it was adults that would pay.

Children were innocent, unable to do any wrong. They were to be protected from the people that would only continue to fail them.

But, quietly, in the privacy and secrecy of his room, Max dreaded the day he'd grow up. It's inevitable, he know, but he still fears that he'd become like them. He didn't want to be an adult because he didn't want to fail anyone.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Y’all lemme tell you something

I’m so FED UP of TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat all advertising me makeup or beauty products trynna push that I need them to be beautiful

Ya know what?

I don’t! No one does! If you wear makeup wear it for you, because you like it, because you wanna wear it. Not because society demands that females must wear makeup to be beautiful, cause you are beautiful!

If you’re a male/non binary/gender fluid/ female etc. and wanna wear makeup go for it!! Don’t let anyone tell you that you HAVE to or you CANT cause it’s your choice!!

I don’t wear makeup because although I don’t like how I look I also just couldn’t care less how people see me, the me people see is the real me, and I’m comfortable without it, I don’t need makeup to be beautiful cause I know I am, and everyone is regardless if they wear makeup or not

Make it your choice, not anyone else’s because ya know what? It doesn’t matter what other people think of you, as long as you like you, you love you, it’ll be okay

And ya wanna know what else? These big companies need to stop pushing the “beauty” standards they have with their unrealistic beauty standards. Regardless of your body type, hair, face, skin, scars, marks, piercings, tattoos, style, accent, religion, gender, identity, sexuality, background, disability, history, grades, interests, whatever it may be. WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

PEOPLE SHOULD NOT LOOK, DRESS, ACT THE SAME

We are born to be different, born to be who we are, because if the world was full of all the same people, that would be a pretty boring world

You make your choices my friends, you be who you are and don’t let anyone try take your identity and sense of self away, because you’re beautiful, valid and important 💜

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southpawbitch · 1 year

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Mic Drop | Pinky Promise | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

(18+, minors dni)

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A/N: Heavily unedited. I only reread once, but I wanted to get it out for you all :) I've been neglecting my writing for the holidays, so hope you all understand! I don't suuuuuper love this part, but it it gets me where I wanted to go. I might do a little Rooster and Pinky holiday blurby/one shot type thing, but we'll see! lemme know what you want!

x MJ

EDIT: omg i forgot to say a biiiiig warning/sorry for making Goose a bad husband in this, lmao. they can't all be the good guy!!!!!

As soon as Bradley sees you on his doorstep, he knows that you know.

The news spread around base quickly that Kelly “Red” Ellis is planning on staying in North Island semi-permanently, effectively ruining the plans Bradley has for his life–starting with you. He should’ve told you years ago. He knows that, but nothing could prepare him for the look on your face when he opened the door thirty seconds ago.

He steps back into his house without saying a word, letting you move past him quickly. He deserves everything he’s about to get, and he braces himself for it, but as soon as he shuts the door, you begin to sob uncontrollably, falling to the cold hardwood floor as you do.

*One Year Later*

Kelly has been acting strange around you and your family for weeks. She’s not avoiding you necessarily, but it’s been hard to get her alone to talk to her, and it’s something you’ve been desperately trying to do.

You want to come clean to her about everything–your whirlwind secret romance with Rooster that has lasted for years without anyone finding out, the pain you felt when she told you what he did, and the acceptance and forgiveness you have given both of them.

What Kelly failed to mention to you at the time, was that her and Rooster had been broken up for months at the revelation of her pregnancy, and she admitted to him that he might not even be the father. She wasn’t going to keep the baby regardless, and he regrets the way he handled it, but the outcome would have been the same no matter what.

For the past year, you’ve been trying to find a way to tell her without causing World War III. You don’t want to discount her feelings or experience in any way, but you also want her to know that your relationship with him is completely separate to that, and you want everyone to be able to live in peace with that.

Now, at the party celebrating her promotion, seems like the perfect opportunity to do that.

“Kel, can we talk?” You ask, approaching her while she’s alone at the bar, reaching for the drink that was just placed in front of her. She plasters a fake smile on her face and cocks her head to the side before replying.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m actually about to give a toast.” She gives a tight lipped smile, scrunching her face up awkwardly with fake enthusiasm as she brushes past you, knocking your shoulder as she makes her way to the front of the room, grabbing the microphone that is being held out for her.

You search the room for Bradley. He’s talking to your father, and Pete, naturally, and you give him a shrug as your eyes meet and you nod your head towards the front of the room where Red is standing.

You can always try again later, but the sooner the better because you’re planning on telling your entire family about your relationship at your birthday dinner tomorrow night. You asked your mother if you could add Bradley to the guest list, and she said yes, but you could tell she was interested to know why you suddenly want to spend your birthday with your closest friends and family–and him.

“Thank you all for coming tonight.” Kelly says, getting everyone’s attention as she begins to speak. “I’d like to thank the Kazansky’s for throwing this party, and my family for making the trip out.” She smiles, as she looks in the direction of your parents–and Bradley.

“It’s actually been really great to come back home and work alongside old friends–I’m talking to you Bradley Bradshaw.” She says, pointing at him and causing everyone in the room to turn and look at him as well. His cheeks turn bright red, and you’re unsure what she’s doing. To your knowledge, they don’t speak on base, even when they have to work together.

“And having Pinky Kazansky on base has been really great, too. She’s always been like a sister to me, and I know Rooster loves having her as a student, too.” She says with a wink, causing the large group begin to talk amongst themselves, looking around for you now, as well as Bradley, who has a terrified look on his face.

With all the commotion, Kelly smiles happily to herself before saying one last thing that no one is listening to before hopping off of the stage and walking to the back to observe.

You fight your way through the crowds of people to your parents and Bradley, and when you get there, you know you’re in deep shit.

“My office, now. You two have a lot of explaining to do.”

“It’s not like that, dad! I love him!” You’ve been in a screaming match with your father for the past half hour, doing everything in your power to convince him that Bradley isn’t a bad guy–that he’s not who Kelly says he is.

“You don’t know a goddamn thing about love, Pinky!” He shouts back, infuriating you even more. Bradley has opted for the silent approach, keeping his hands and opinions to himself for the time being, until he feels necessary to defend himself. Tom seems to only be concerned with you at the moment.

“He’s a boy–not a man, and if I had to guess, he’s just like his father. You don’t want or need that right now, Pinky.” Bradley’s chest constricts at the mention of his dad. He’s spent his whole life conflicted about his feelings towards his late father. He chose the Navy because of him, and has been determined to be a pilot since he was a small child. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to be the husband that Goose was.

Sure, he loved his mom, but he wasn’t faithful in the slightest–sleeping with women while he was away, and not making any effort to keep it a secret. His mom spent most of his early childhood mourning her marriage. She never even got a chance to hand him the divorce papers before he died.

“Bradley, can you give me and my daughter a moment?” Ice asks in an eerily calm voice. Bradley nods, careful not to let the tears that are threatening to spill from his eyes fall down his cheeks in little droplets. He reminds himself that he loves you, and that he will do whatever it takes to make this right with your family.

“Yes sir.” He responds swiftly, reaching over to place his hand on yours before pulling away and leaving the room.

You sit on the plane, looking out the window at the beautiful San Diego sky for the last time. You know you’ll see it again one day, maybe, if you’re lucky. For now, you’re being exiled from your home, forced to spend the next few years “experiencing life” in other places.

“There will be others, sweetie. He’s your first love, not your last.” Your mother had said to you as she helped you pack your bags after the talk with your father. Bradley was gone. A brief text was sent to him, from your mother, and you know exactly what it said.

She’s leaving tonight. Please don’t contact her.

You stare at your messages with him–at the last few words you texted to each other. They’re nothing special, mostly just about meeting at the party and the general plan for tonight. You scroll up until you find your messages from last night–the last time you told him you loved him before all of this.

More than anything, you want him to text you and ask where you’re going. You want him to come after you, even if it’s just for a day or two. You want him to tell you that everything will be okay and that the two of you can make it work–anything.

That doesn’t happen, though. Your flight takes off and lands and you start over in a new city–just like your parents wanted you to.

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crackinglamb · 5 months

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Questions for fic writers: #7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? (*bonk*)

From this list.

Just one? All right, lemme think...

Magic as music in the DA setting. (Did I just write out what the acronym Thedas means? Yes.)

Oh man, this got long. I know, I see your totally unshocked face from here. 😁 Also, spoilers for What a Wicked Game to Play.

Now, at least part of this is not worldbuilding I created, since it's broadly and heavily hinted at in-game. Several characters equate magic and music, calling it a symphony, talking about how it sings or hums or gets into the back of your mind like an earworm (ie the Calling and red lyrium, both Blight magic things). I mean, it's called the Chant of Light, and one doesn't recite it, they sing it for goodness sake! Alas, so long as the music plays, we dance. Thanks Flemythal. That's not at all ominous to consider regarding what might happen if the 'music' stops.

Anyway, moving on.

All I've done with it is take it to a natural (to me, as both a scientist and musician) conclusion. Music and math are intrinsically linked, after all. Eight notes in a scale, in several octaves, means innumerable combinations. Some are melodic because they have patterns, some are just noise. Imagine playing a segment of pi on a piano. It would have no rhythm, because none of the numbers are a repeating sequence.

But the idea led to this:

There is a scene in WG where Imogen, dreaming in the Fade while her body lies unconscious, maps the mathematical signature of the Veil. And she does it by converting the pattern of magic into soundwaves. Yes, I put trigonometry into a fanfic. Yes, I am unashamed and remorseless about this. To this day I'm proud of the fact that I got to use 'asymptotic' in a sentence.

She discovers some interesting and horrifying things in the course of this. As she is the one carrying the Anchor, she can feel its presence within her, especially while dreaming, because all things are possible in our imaginations. And the Fade is a real place to her, as an MGIT, so her perception of it makes it tangible and malleable even though she isn't a mage. (And there's a bonus worldbuilding thing I'm super proud of.) She discovers that at one time it was a seamless resonance, which makes epic magic performed by people like Inquisitor Ameridan even more impressive. Each Blight has weakened it, distorting the music until the math starts to turn irrational. She discovers that the tempo of the Anchor and the Veil no longer sync up because of all the 'holes' in the music (rifts, thinning, etc). As of right now, she hasn't fully figured out what this means for Solas's plans. But she will; that's why I made her this way.

And finally, she learns that regardless of what anyone, Solas included, does, the Veil will fall because the music of it will simply disintegrate at some point. The Veil is less of a physical barrier than it is a counterpoint of music that 'blocks' the Fade from being part of the waking world. This is a real concept, by the way. Using sound to create images: sonar and radar. Using different sounds to block those images: jamming. Resonance is fun.

For most beings on Thedas, magic comes from the Fade, and some of the 'signal' must still pass through the Veil or there would be no more magic left in the world at all. But if the Veil falls due to disintegration, the consequences are incredibly damning. Magic will be unleashed in unpredictable and cataclysmic ways. She likens this to waves on a beach. Each wave is unique, each leaves a different effect in the sand. Her hypothesis is that if Thedas is the 'sand' here, and the waves are the Fade, without the Veil the world will become uninhabitable due to the disruption of things like gravity and the atmosphere and the fabric of reality. The Veil needs to come down in a controlled manner to prevent this. The steady surge of a tide rather than storm breakers. And she does feel that it needs to come down; Thedas was not meant to be separated from its inherent magical nature forever. The Veil was a stop-gap solution for a specific problem, but now it's choking the world. (And oh yeah, it also failed to contain the problem ultimately, but that wasn't Solas's fault. *points to the Sidereal Magisters*)

Okay, that was a lot of words to say something rather simple: the entirety of WG was really just to set this up for Imogen. The next major arc for her is how it all fits together and what she's going to do about it. I'll be writing that as soon as I figure out what that is.

Thanks for the ask, you knew what you were getting into. *bonk* 😘

#asks #questions for fic writers #askbox is always open

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vacantgodling · 8 months

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❄, 🔥, 🌈, and ☀️ for the ask game !!!

thank you henrike i hope ur doing well 💛

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

ough since i’m writing paramour ig i’ll answer for that wip and it’s basically just the actual lengthy overly flowery and descriptive prose has actually been so much fun for me. i should write all my wips like this (i can’t bc it doesn’t fit the vibe of every story so i won’t but ough i love it)

❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?

i very much enjoy making stoic characters so i do have several of different varieties. the MOST stoic characters would probably be

jenna magboo (jenna the reaper): because she has flat affect and she has no intonation in her voice whatsoever (until yehna partially possesses her). she usually expresses herself through her actions and she’s very physically affectionate with people she likes. her and carlos hold hands and cuddle quite often and she tends to cling onto people’s clothing as a means of showing care.

rosmarin “red” (red death & the oracle’s favor): our lovely mc who has severe trauma and thus has an extremely difficult time expressing her emotions. she doesn’t tend to show her feelings because showing emotions makes her have physical panic attacks. she does grow a bit better at expressing them through getting closer to hel but she’ll always probably be awkward.

kalifia fandel (tcol): she doesn’t express emotions mostly because being [redacted] she is not familiar with the range of emotions that terraneans feel or can express. she comes across as cold and heartless but she’s honestly very, very neutral about most things. the only thing she expresses any emotion towards for a long time is flowers. she likes them and presses them in notebooks. but other than that she has no interest in being palatable to others because that would impede her mission regardless.

tomb (the graves we dug): similarly to kalifia, tomb is a man bound by duty. being a bounty hunter, attachments get you killed or the other party killed and it’s better to simply detach yourself from all things. he thinks graves and dove are in their predicament because they both care too much. this being said, he isn’t completely cut off from his emotions. he’s just very good at repression and restraint. in another life (his youth) he used to be very expressive and still could be if he chose to. so it’s less that he can’t express care or himself, he just doesn’t.

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

oh god i have a Lot of emotional characters but let’s see if i can narrow it down to my beacons of emotional range:

marco azarola etxebarria (vdtrt): he just has a zest and zeal and love of life, literal ray of sunshine who can draw virtually anyone into his orbit. probably the biggest extrovert of all the vlad protection squad (runner ups being awilda and darren respectively). he’s one of those who doesn’t let his circumstances damper his vibe. +weed helps LMAO.

piper fairwind & san dearborn (tcol): yeah these two but in opposite directions. piper is similar to marco except it’s somewhat more internal. she feels everything intensely as she’s only had herself to rely on for much of her life and in turn she had to become her own advocate, her own cheerleader, her own parent etc. it’s an attitude born out of necessity perhaps. for san it’s the opposite because she was constantly spurned and pushed to the side so she had to fight for what little respect she could get. because of that they tend to run hot tempered and take things that may just be jokes too seriously;;; especially when either of them are with each other emotions are WILD and all over. i just know someone out there is going to ship them and lemme just say, i understand.

thei (god eater): it’s a bit of a cheat to put him here but it’s true. being the last god eater, thei has access to the entire combined consciousness of the singularity within him; so thats hundreds of thousands of emotional ranges potentially at any given moment. he’s kind of like an extreme empath LMAO. he actually tends to be more stoic to try and regulate these intense emotions, however when they get the better of him and he cries, his emotions literally can destroy the entire world basically. it’s why it’s a good thing he has taj to help him bc tbh he was barely holding on before taj came into his life.

🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?

round this out with paramour again but tbh i feel like the entire premise and the style i’m going for is sort of a slight modernization of types of gothic adjacent stories we haven’t really seen in books the past some odd years. also the fact that it’s got an all black cast for the subject matter and themes is definitely different!

#about renjamin #cuz i don’t feel like tagging every wip!

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flecks-of-stardust · 1 year

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for the ask game: lemm hollow knight?

(and if it’s ok to send two characters, then maybe nsh from rain world :D ?)

[ask game referenced] [link to ask box]

it is absolutely okay to send two characters!

Lemm

Sexuality Headcanon: i view lemm as a crochety old ("old") man (like late 50s-early 60s), so i think at this point he doesn't care very much. i have no idea if he's queer or not. he's not a character i think about a lot honestly? but if anything he'd be married to his collection. he definitely doesn't seem like the type to ever really want a partner, regardless of if he's aro or not. he doesn't really feel like he's aro, regardless. just grumpy. lmfao. i guess my answer is i don't know. i could probably see him being bi? but at the point we meet him in in the game i really doubt he cares.

Gender Headcanon: this man is cis, idk. he's either very cis or very trans, but either way he doesn't give two fucks about his gender and he'll chew anyone that asks out for daring to make him think about it. if he's any flavor of trans, he doesn't like scrutinizing his gender. better to save that energy for trying to translate the wanderers' journals he gets, yknow? it doesn't really matter in hallownest anyway.

A ship I have with said character: i don't ship him with anyone, nor do i really want to. he's more interesting as just relic seeker lemm imo. i guess in a way it'd be interesting to explore how romance is 'distracting' for him, particularly for stuff like lemmquirrel, but frankly i'm not interested and i highly doubt lemm is interested.

A BROTP I have with said character: does lemm look like a bro to you /lh well actually i could probably see him getting along with the seer. all you have to do to get him to be nice is to offer some inkling of information about the history of an area and he'll Completely shift his tone. he just goes into archeologist mode right away, and with some convincing i think the seer could have a good rapport with him.

A NOTP I have with said character: i have not looked at much ship content for him, but i'd say anything outside of lemmquirrel is... probably a no go? i don't even particularly enjoy lemmquirrel. more so that i just don't care; i tend to have a pretty low tolerance for romance in general, but especially with lemm i really can't see him in a relationship.

A random headcanon: i think this is common, but i'm gonna say it anyway. this man is Lost in the autism juice. it's pretty hard for him not to be when he dedicates basically all of his time to collecting and deciphering old texts with no known speakers left. do you know how mindblowingly hard it is to reconstruct languages? there's so much extrapolation involved, and if you don't have enough data you really just can't do shit about it. so the fact he's doing this all on his own is really impressive, and he's just very autistic about it.

General Opinion over said character: yeah i don't think about him very much honestly. he's interesting enough in his own right, but i don't have many thoughts about him fkjghkgf

NSH

Sexuality Headcanon: re: my pebbles post, i really don't think any of the iterators have thought much about this, but out of all of them i feel like sig would be the most likely to have one? i don't know how it would work. you could probably argue that sexuality works differently for iterators, but i don't want to work out the specifics of robot sex. but sig just has big queer energy in a way that explicitly feels allo. what flavor of it, no clue. they'd be the type to use both bi and pan in conjunction though. so probably that. both bi and pan.

Gender Headcanon: nonbinary of some sort. if based on downpour, i would say agender man with he/they, but based on my own thoughts it'd be they/them only and some ambiguous sort of gender that they don't really care to specify. do they have a gender? yeah, probably. what is it? your guess is as good as theirs.

A ship I have with said character: don't have one. i really don't care to ship the iterators ngl.

A BROTP I have with said character: (downpour lore spoilers for spearmaster) i really enjoyed the development of sig and suns' relationship in downpour tbh, though i'm a bit dubious about how canon it is. as for my own work, i actually think sig and wind get along quite well! i think they talked a lot, and were very close. sig obviously cared about moon too, but she was more of a senior, while sig and wind were closer in age.

A NOTP I have with said character: pebbles and sig. why would you do that lmao. they'd literally shred each other before even Thinking about that. also, pebbles? you think pebbles wants a relationship? pebbles????

A random headcanon: they're very gullible. it's part of their general good-natured way of going about things, but they're very trusting and genuine, so it's pretty easy to prank them. innocence weaponized this very often.

General Opinion over said character: sig my best friend my beloved. even before downpour,,,, hunter's whole campaign is. ough. i'm so dearly curious about their relationship with the rest of their local group, like what did they think about moon's collapse? they cared enough to send her help despite their can probably not being in too good of a state too. and also how are they so jokey in the face of... everything? they're so interesting, and i'd say i wish we got more explicitly canon content about them, but i think part of the beauty of rain world is allowing the players to extrapolate and theorize stuff on their own. so no real complaints there :)

#<- linguistics student currently in a historical linguistics class #rain world #hollow knight #downpour spoilers #(just in case)#no significant harassment #relic seeker lemm #ask game #you probably were looking for more about lemm but i'm gonna have to disappoint you unfortunately #he's probably one of the characters i think about the least rip

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raidenshogunmommy · 2 years

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Hello... I glad you had came back and open to writing again. I saw the request page and an idea came out off my mind. I recalled that Thoma's voice line about birthday and ask myself "if he would knew that nether i like to celebrate my birthday nor i like surprises, how upset he gonna be?". Can you do something with a s/o that doesn't like birthday party/gift? I don't got any suggest about what characters or excuses for the dislike about the birthday thing. So if this prompt is some interesting, I would be grateful to see what you wrote.

Awh thank you sm and honestly I hate my birthday too and I really like the prompt!!

Summary: Genshin characters with an s/o who doesn't like birthdays

Genre: fluff?

Tags: hcs, genshin impact, gn!reader

Characters: Thoma, Yoimiya

Thoma

This man had started planning for your birthday like 6 months prior.

Was so fucking excited to spend your first birthday together as a couple.

I don't imagine him to be really thrilled when you finally decided to break the news to him. Cuz let's be honest you must've felt like a monster doing that to him and I don't blame you.

But Thoma being Thoma was extremely respectful and understanding of your dislike for celebrating you birthday.

He will ask you questions about it of course, to know if there was any particular reason behind it, but if you aren't comfortable with it he won't pry.

Though he would be a bit heartbroken when he has to cancel everything he had planned and prepared for.

Ok but do be ready for him to still shower you with a ton of affection on your day.

He may not be going all out on some extravagant celebration. BUT he will SUUUPPPPEEERRR clingy for the entirety of the day.

Stuck to you like glue. Will NOT let you refuse birthday cake though, no matter how hard you try (he baked it himself so you know it's fucking delicious and will give you the puppy eyes to make you eat it.)

Overall, whether you do or don't like your birthday he will make sure you feel comfortable and special on that day regardless.

Yoimiya

Let's be honest she will be very visibly upset.

OK I'M SORRY BUT SHE MAY NOT HANDLE IT VERY NICELY.

Lemme be clear though. It's not because she doesn't understand that some people wish to not make a big deal out of their birthdays. It's just that she thinks something terrible must've happened on that day to make you hate it.

You'll have to reassure her a lot.

But she does mean well.

And would even leave you all alone if that's what you wish.

Though if you ask her to stay with you, get ready for a lot of junk food and a lot of cuddles.

She might just "accidentally" Have forgotten to tell the kids in the city that the birthday plan for you was off though.

She will absolutely make you watch the fireworks she made especially for you though. You can try pleading with her a million times but once the topic of fireworks comes, there's no negotiation with her and you being her partner know that better than anyone. So you just eventually cave in. (To nobody's surprise)

Except that she will oblige to the rest of your wishes for a casual evening.

....this may just be the most late I'm replying to a request. I'M SO SORRY AGAIN. I'VE HAD A LOT GOING ON BUT I'M BACKK BITCHES HAHAJAHAJABA

#genshin hcs #thoma x reader #gn! reader #yoimiya #yoimiya x reader #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin impact scenarios #hoyoverse #genshin fluff

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Jon | @hyaciiintho ( continued )

There's no mistaking that smile that spreads across the other's face when he sees the hand reach up and confiscate the hat regardless of the complete unenthusiastic remarks that ensued beforehand. Jon knew that he could make Sherlock do absolutely anything he desired, simply by whisking him away with the cherry on top.

That obvious nickname.

Whilst it was the nickname that Sherlock was bestowed by his mother when he was younger, the chime it rang off the tongue certainly didn't stop Jon from speaking it every now and again. It held more sentimentality that regarded normally, both to the invisible and the visible.

He leaned back against the wall and turned his head to the side, a smile gracing an even wider radius. Yes, yes in fact he was quite satisfied.

"I think you damn near completed the look with the coat, Sherry. Whatcha doin' looking like a right detective before my very eyes. Never before had anyone seen you with something atop your noggin. Rather dashing I'd say."

When he pushed off the wall, after several seconds of merely gawking at the other before him, his hand rested now on his shoulder. Firm, yet steady and delicate, as though he were afraid of snapping him in two. It was a shame that he was the only one that actually ever got to lay eyes on Jon with any intensity.

"Would ya stop putting your nose up in that beaker o' yours and tell me what it is we're looking for again? I can't actually be helpful when you're inhaling all that evidence now."

Partners in crime my arse if you're hogging it all.

Jon was always so nosy, but maybe for good reason. He was known for being the second half of the duo, though everyone would come to know Sherlock and only Sherlock. Not that it mattered, Jon was likely to be spitting some type of offense, and it was better to have it go unheard than spoken to someone within earshot.

"Smells awful rancid if you ask me," he covered his nose, grimacing slightly before turning toward the window. "C'mon Sherry, you know I hate standing around. Lemme step into the action before it dies before I do. I'm starving for something interesting over here."

Maybe that's why he grabbed the hat, out of sheer boredom. Sherlock just happened to humor the idea and now he was sporting attire that matched him too well that Jon would throw a fit had it come off any time soon.

#JON // ♦︎ living a life not wholly in vain — › threads.#SHERLOCK HOLMES * relations // ♦︎ let me shoulder it for you — › hyaciiintho.#:: queue ::#I really don't want to mess up the way Jon talks - hopefully he doesn't sound like he's whining annoyingly #he's just antsy ;;;;#:: hyaciiintho ::

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Sorry in advance for the word dump. I have too many thoughts and no energy to sort them or try to be eloquent about it tonight. Pfft!

I love to imagine crossovers between TUA and Misfits and lemme tell you that I would ship the heck outta Luther/Kelly. Gorilla jokes at their expense aside, they would be so cute. She would be so good to him and vice versa, because Kelly wants someone genuine and Luther is the least performative of all the siblings and, even though he makes some very poor decisions, he is, generally, well-meaning and doing his best. Kelly’d also square up to Nathan or Diego if she thought they were being too rough with Luther. Heck, she’d throw hands with Reginald Hargreeves, zero hesitation lol

I also kind of like the idea of Alisha or Nathan and Diego. Romantically? Platonically? Both??? Who knows. But the dynamic they could have would be entertaining regardless.

Alisha’d 100% flirt with Diego though, that’s undeniable. I could probably ship them, but I’m unsure if it’d be shallow and brief, or if they’d be good for each other. That’s always a toss-up with Alisha, who I think struggles a lot more with self-esteem than she lets on. But I mostly just love squishing the more stoic, quiet characters with the extroverted party animals who rarely take anything seriously, and these two would be an interesting if short-lived combination.

Nathan would drive Diego crazy half the time no matter what, but Nathan’s just enough of a pitiable disaster who is, for the most part, delightfully oblivious to that disastrousness, that I think Diego’d deal with him just to help him out. And then they could bond by badmouthing their dads and talking about how much they love their moms. Win/win. Definitely one of their favorite shared pastimes.

All three of them try so hard to pretend they don’t have issues when they clearly do, and I can totally see either duo being chaotic while still being good at bringing softness and an itty bitty bit of vulnerability out of the other. Diego has pretty good EQ despite being emotionally constipated, and Alisha and Nathan can have decent EQ but they reserve that emotional energy primarily for people they’ve decided are safe to care about. Their differences would end up balancing them out, I think.

But honestly any combination of characters would be so fun.

Klaus and Alisha? Gossip, gossip, gossip. I think Klaus might think Alisha’s a bit mean, but his superpower may as well be getting along with anyone, so they’d be fine, and Alisha would warm up to him. The insane stories they could tell each other! I can hear Klaus’ cackling and mock scandalized gasps already. Klaus and Nathan? Chaos and shenanigans 24/7 and surprisingly insightful heart-to-hearts because their brains tickle along the same planes and wavelenths. Klaus and Simon? Similar to Klaus and Viktor. I can kinda see Klaus being a little protective of Simon in a big bro/little bro way, even if he thinks Simon’s a bit creepy. I could also see Simon coming to Klaus occasionally for advice if only because he’s so easily approachable and non-judgemental.

Obviously Viktor and Simon have a lot in common, being the quiet outcasts. Simon might not enjoy Viktor’s tendency to have a victim complex, but I think they could relate and they’d both be fantastic listeners. And omggg, Simon and Diego sparring together! Doing vigilante stuff together! Even Simon and Five being best bros would be really good; they’re both very much the characters who shoulder the most responsibility in protecting their friends/family, often alone, and they’re both the most pragmatic of their circle. However the thought of Simon and Luther in the same room would both be sweet and create a shockwave of social awkwardness that could be felt within a 10 mile radius.

I could almost ship Kelly and Diego, too, actually, now that I think about it, but I dunno if they’d click like that. There’d be a lot of respect for each other, yeah, but Diego tends to gravitate toward people he feels need help and Kelly has issues, but she’s not really the sort of person who needs anyone, emotionally or otherwise. She’s fiercely self-sufficient and doesn’t like feeling like she isn’t. I guess her and Diego are a lot alike in that way, maybe too much for it to work out as anything but platonic.

I think Ben would probably get along with most anyone except maybe Alisha and Nathan. He just wouldn’t have anything in common with Alisha, and we all know Nathan can and will make fun of someone any chance he gets. Ben might not be as sensitive as Luther, but I think his feelings could very easily be hurt by Nathan at worst. At best he’d find him grating. Nathan’s too performative and takes too much delight in bullying people, and I don’t think Ben would want to expend the energy on him if he didn’t have to.

Luther also would get along with... most of them. Except for Nathan. Nathan would make him cry without even trying. Sorry, Luther. But that’s why Lu needs Kelly. LOL

Struggling to figure out Curtis, though. Curtis is the gang’s moral compass, no doubt, but he’s also a bit of a snob and while he cares for all his friends, I think they’re really just friends out of circumstance, besides Alisha. He’d probably like Viktor but not care to get to know him. Klaus is fine, Ben’s fine, Luther’s fine, Five... Curtis would probably respect him but not really like him. They’d really have nothing in common beyond time travel and Curtis would find him too bossy and sharp to be pleasant.

Maybe Curtis would have a better chance at being friends with Allison and Diego. Diego really only for the shared athletic interest, and Allison because Curtis has always felt like the gang, sans Alisha, is a bit beneath him. Allison is more outwardly put together and “normal” than the other Hargreeves, too, never mind the fact that she has the fame Curtis wishes he had.

Allison would probably get along with all of them well enough, even Nathan, though I don’t think she’d really like him. She’s very much the big sister friend and I don’t think that’d change with the Misfits gang.

I doubt Five would care much about befriending any of them, though I could see Nathan squirming his way into his affections and Five being very annoyed with himself for it. He’d probably have the best shot at connecting with Simon, though, for the reasons I already listed. They bear a lot of responsibility and concern themselves a lot with the greater good specifically for the people they love (where in contrast, Diego worries about the people he loves and everyone else... but I digress, that’s a topic for another post entirely lol).

#this is the most lengthy word salad rambling #someone talk to me about this crossover LOL #merri mumbles

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