#there's just so many characters I like to mess with in my head

[lovifie]

Simon “I Will Never Be A Father” Riley, and how he ended up with a football team worth of kids.

CW: Like 2k words of fluffy Simon, and then 1k words of filth, massive breeding kink, creampie, disgusting sext talk mess. Enjoy! 🩷

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It's not his fault, it's yours. 

He met you really early in both of your careers, before either of you had really any important ranks, nor years of experience. 

But a mission together to recollect some intel was enough for the two of you to learn each other's names. 

It was back when rage still blinded more of Simon's senses, the loss of her family still recent. But you didn't know, obviously, and he wouldn't tell you. 

During that mission, he would constantly snap at you, unnecessary remarks and barks at you whenever you would ask something. 

Not that you would back down because of the overgrown chihuahua, usually just shouting back and ignoring him. Letting him to simmer in his guilty feelings.

But the time together helped to learn what buttons to press and when to act as if you hadn’t seen something, and by the time you made it back to base, to your different units; you said goodbye shaking hands and saying: “Nice to meet you, Riley. Don't die.”

He didn't say it back, but he felt it more. 

Years went by before he saw you again, and after a while, he simply assumed you did in fact, die. 

He was higher in his career, already being respected by most and always addressed as Ghost. The rage of his past was already on a secondary level. 

More mature, more knowledgeable, more experienced. 

But for some reason, he couldn't forget you. He had come across so many different people who would back down just for him looking at them, yet when he screamed at you, you didn't let him win. 

He missed you. 

He would never admit it, but he missed the girl he met on that mission those years back. Maybe if he had said it back you would be alive. 

Maybe.

“Riley?!” An unmistakable voice asks, radiant with happiness from his back. 

He turns around, eyes wide open looking for the source, for the girl he met so long ago, for the girl he thought had died. 

But he sees you.

The woman, on the same rank as his, grown, more mature, more knowledgeable and more experienced. 

Scars and wounds adorning your body just like his. 

“What is that mask, Riley?” You ask, smiling widely. “You turned emo?!”

You laugh loudly as you finally walk up to him, an awkward position of not knowing how to say hi after so long apart. 

“Aye, didn't want people falling in love with me like you did.” He says, completely baffling but still hoping it was true. 

“Argh.” You say, rolling your eyes as you slap his arm. “Well, excuse me, lover boy. Didn't know you have spent all this time fighting the ladies.”

There hasn't been any ladies. Not after you. He realises it in that moment.

“It's the uniform.” He explains, a stupid smug smirk under the mask. “And you? What have you been up to?”

“The usual, learned German, I knit now, killed a couple of hundred terrorists, and got my flying licence!” You enunciate, slightly jumping with the last. 

He doesnt realizes that the mask is not covering his eyes, and that no matter how cold and stoic he tries to act; you can see clearly as day the affection and happiness from seeing you again. 

This time, when you say goodbye, you keep each other numbers. A way to stay in contact, to check once a month if you are still alive. 

But again, time goes by before meeting in person again. 

And when it happens, Ghost is already on the 141; and it's not him the one that sees you first. 

“We are having a surprise guest on the next operation.” Price says one morning while they are having breakfast. “She’s from another base, but has an amazing resume. She's a lieutenant too. And with an ugly character, like you” He says, pointing at Ghost.

And he knows it's you. 

It gotta be. 

And a couple of days later, when you enter the mess hall; walking behind him and slapping the back of his head, he is elated.

“I knew I was smelling trash.” You say, looking down on him. Barely a bit taller than him when he is seated. 

He turns his body, resting his arm around your hips. “How long are going to be following me for, ya rat?”

“Hmm, not my fault you can't do your fucking job, useless bitch.” You say with a smile on your face as you rest your arm over his shoulders. 

“Well, somebody gotta take out the trash, you cunt.” He says, a smug smile on his face. 

“Aww, are you telling me to take you out, lover boy?” You say, resting your hand on your chest. That makes him bark a laugh, patting your side after, before saying. “I'm glad to see you are still in one piece, idiot.”

“The feeling is mutual, dickhead.” 

And that was the first time that Simon’s hand was resting on your hips, but definitely not the last. 

The first mission together with the 141 was an absolute shit show, everything that could have gone wrong… went wrong. And if it wasn't because of your stubbornness, it would have been Simon’s last mission.

Being trapped under debris, unable to get out of the burning building. Everyone was already out, only him inside, talking on the radio to tell the team to leave him behind. 

Except you, who managed to slip through Price's orders and run into the obvious death trap. Able to take the debris keeping Simon trapped with his help, both of you using the extra strength that only comes out in emergencies. Unknowingly, both of you going to the extreme of your resistance to make sure the other didn't die inside the building. 

And when he was in the hospital bed, days later, and you came to visit him, and you leaned forward and kissed him. It was the first kiss, but not the last one. 

The two of you, already adults perfectly functional, able to instruct armies, take down terrorist organisations, and yet… it was not until 8 months after the first kiss that one of you managed to ask the other out.

“The team were going out for drinks tonight, but they bailed… do you want to go still? The two of us?”

To this day, Simon still believes it was his doing that the two of you went alone to the pub, and you still have not had the heart to tell him it was you the one who asked Price, Soap and Gaz to tell him they couldn't go.

And once the door was opened, everything went smoothly and easily. Not bothering to call the relationship in any way, as if the two of you haven't been exclusive to the other from the first moment you met. 

Still, even more time went on before something more than kisses went down. Until the two of you went on separate missions, months spent apart from each other, only to reach base again at the same time. 

And as if you had planned, you walked to each other room. Meeting exactly in the middle and jumping into each other arms. 

Not that anyone else on the team had doubts about what went on between the two of you, but still was a surprising view. And you pulled Simon by his hand inside of his room, every doubt crumb was erased. 

And once it started, everything else went in a blur. By the time you took notice, the two of you were already married for a couple of years, the honeymoon phase was still strong, and expecting your first child. 

And Simon, who had always promised he would never have kids, now was obsessed with your pregnant self. During the pregnancy, he couldn't keep his hands away from your body.

Constantly feeling you up, every inch of skin, from your hips, to your breast, to your tummy. Completely obsessed and enamoured with your body, changing and adjusting to bear his child. His big-ass child. That had you wabling from the second trimester. 

He missed the birth, away on a mission when you were in your seventh month. Promising the mission would last a week, but he didn't take a step into your house until three months later. He didn't look Price at his face for weeks after the due date passed. 

The worst part was that there was no communication with you, complete radio silence. Again, like so many years ago; you could be dead and he wouldn't know. 

And when the plane landed, he took the quickest shower of his life. Because the worst case scenario was coming home to an empty house, but the worst second was holding his child for the first time with the blood of his enemies still on his hands. He wouldn't taint such an innocent thing. 

The door almost fell from the hinges when he entered, eyes looking through the house. Breathing only because he could see light from the bedroom, and then you walked out of the room. 

Looking at him with tears on your eyes as you run to him, jumping on his arms and getting crushed by his hug. Muttering apologies as he kissed your head, he still has not forgiven himself for failing you that day. 

You shake your head, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom. He freezes on his spot, as if he just remembered that he had a child; your abdomen way flatter than when he left. 

“C’mon, Si… Do you not want to meet your son?” 

A son.

He had a son. 

He followed you into the room, unable to say a word as he saw the tiny human sleeping in the middle of the bed. 

He walked behind you, waiting for instructions, his brain struggling to work normally. You tell him to sit down, picking the baby to lay him on his arms. The father finally holding his son for the first time.

And when the baby exhaled a satisfied sigh at the warmth pooling from Simon’s body, the first tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn't sleep that night, it didn't matter that he had barely been able to sleep the weeks before, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the baby. So that night, he stayed seated, with the baby on his arms and with you sleeping by his side.

The happiest night of his life. 

He finally took his parental leave, almost smashing the phone against the wall when Price called him; even though it was to congratulate him. 

And Simon, who always had believed he would never have kids, now had one. And that might have been the first child he had, but it was definitely not the last one. 

Because a couple of weeks later, when the two of you went to base; to introduce the baby to his teammates, Simon couldn't stop thinking about how good you looked with his child strapped to your body. 

His little head resting over your full breasts, sleeping and perfectly unaware of every problem in the world. But Simon couldn't stop looking at your chest, body changed to bear and care for his child; it was only fair he paid back. 

So when Gaz asked if he could hold the baby, it was Simon who helped you take the baby out of the little koala backpack; letting him hold it.��

And with a weak excuse, took you to his bedroom. Barely managing to close the door before bending you over his desk, pulling your pants down and stuffing your cunt with his thick fingers. Giving you barely any prep before the strain on his hardening shaft was too much for him to keep it away from your soaked cunt. Groaning in your ear as he thrusts fast and hard into your sweet pussy, rubbing your clit with his fingertip making you cling into the desk. 

“Such a good fucking mama you are.” He moans into your ear. “Driving me fucking crazy every time I look at you, so fucking beautiful, so fucking breathtaking, darling.”

Half of what he says doesn't make sense and the other half you can't even hear from over the sounds of the moans. 

“Gonna fuck you full of my child again, gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant, mama.” He moans again, kissing your neck from behind as his free hand keeps roaming your body, needing to feel more and more of you. “Looking like a bloody goddess with my child, gonna keep fucking you until it fucking catches, and then again, and again, and again… Do you want that, mama? Do you want it as much as me?”

“Fuck, yes!” You moan back, just as fuck out as him. The unforgiving pace pushing the breath out of your lungs, your legs barely able to hold your weight but it's not like Simon would let you fall. 

More and more words and promises keep falling from Simon's mouth, making it hard for your orgasm to take any longer to wash over you. 

But then Simon turns you around, laying you on your back and pulling your legs up, your knees beside your head; before he starts to thrust into you again, his happy trail rubbing against your clit. 

“Gonna make it catch, gonna fuck you so deep it is not even going to spill. Gonna get you fucking pregnant again, and this time I'm not gonna go away for a fucking second. Gotta give the little shit a sibling, ah?”

The stretch of your legs being pulled so back into your head making it almost uncomfortable if you were able to think at the moment. Your hands grabbing into his forearms to steady yourself. 

“The best fucking mama in the world you are, ah? Taking such good care of him.” He groans, engulfing your boob with his enormous hand. “Getting these tits fucking massive just for him, fucking little shit don't know how lucky he is to get such a good fucking moma.”

And you are ashamed to admit it, but the disgusting praises are enough to throw you over the edge; your head falling back against the desk with a loud cry of his name. 

“Fucking hell, darling.” He groans just like you. “That's it, choke my fucking cock, love. Milk it dry, suck it in. Fuck! Such a fucking perfect cunt, I would fucking live here. Sucking me in so good, such a greedy fucking cunt. I'm gonna fuck you so deep, I'm gonna give you twins, darling.”

And he doesn't give you time to breathe, his hips slapping hard against yours making you mewl at the overstimulation. Clenching down at the prolonged orgasm. 

You hear him groan over your exhausted body. “Fuuuck… Shit, love. Yeah… just like that, take it in, love, take it in. Hold it in, don't let it go to waste love.”

You fill him spill deep inside of you, pulling your legs impossibly higher lifting your butt off the desk, bending you in half with your cunt completely exposed. 

“Such a beautiful fucking cunt.” He says before leaning down, kissing your clit as if he was pecking your lips, only for him to literally make out with your cunt. Making you hiss and pull his hair back to make him stop and be able to breathe for a second. 

He pulls his head back, only to accumulate the saliva and arousal on his mouth and spit it back over your cunt making you shudder. He lowers your legs, impaling you back on his still hard shaft, pulling the breath from your lungs once more. 

“There you go, mama. Stuffed and plugged, so there is no risk.” He says, letting your legs rest down as he moves his hands to each side of your hips, pushing you impossibly closer to him, hitting as deep as he has ever reached. Slightly moving you up and down so your clit rubs against his pelvic bone, making you whine as you clench around him.

“Simon… Si, I need to fucking breathe.” You whine, trying to grab his hand.

“Nah, you got this…” He says without looking at your face, completely hypnotised by the way your folds part to take his cock in. “You are doing amazing, sweetheart.” 

Is only hours later, that Simon comes out of his room. Clothes changed, showered and without you (who is currently sleeping on his bed, too exhausted to even stay awake), and he walks up to the mess hall, where he assumed the boys are. 

Picking his beloved son from his captain's hands. “There you are, my boy.” He says softly, picking up the baby that looks ridiculously small in his arms. “Time for bed.” 

“Oi, LT!” Soap calls him. “So when is his sibling being born?”

He looks at Soap, his expression changing to a stern one. “Don't be disgusting, Johnny. That's my family you are talking about, have some decency”.

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[lyingindecay]

Desperately need more norm fics, I’d die for a norm smut or smut headcanon.

Gonna stick with headcanons for now, as I have a smut fic planned!

warnings/info: 18+ minors dni! mentions of overstim(?), gn!reader (no mentions specific body parts), dry humping (of course let me know if i missed anything!)

Let's hop right in!

Norm is not a super enthusiastic individual, that is known. BUT! I feel like he can be enthusiastic when it comes to sex.

LOVES to cuddle up close to you. Usually that turns into him (or you) dry humping the other and whining.

Head game is strong.

Very enthusiastic about going down on you. Maybe he isn't too experienced at first, but he is very willing to learn when it comes to you.

Can and will sit between your legs for as long as you'd like. Usually, until you're a whining messing, begging for more than just his tongue.

While he is happy to have sex with you, most of the time it isn't a quickie or super quick/rough sex.

Likes for it to be drawn out. Especially in the beginning of your relationship. He wants to know you. Really know your body.

VERY attentive. Takes all the time he can to learn everything that gets you going and is mindful of the things you don't like.

Is going to love his partner regardless, but definitely does not mind at all if you are taller than him.

Would definitely use a height difference to his advantage.

I see him loving to be little spoon. While he doesn't mind holding you, he's stressed please hold him too.

I feel like my man has never received great head, so is sort of indifferent towards it. As soon as he learns how great it can feel though? BRO IS BEGGING. HE IS NOT ABOVE BEGGING.

Not huge on PDA but will hold your hand and give you sweet little kisses if you're just around the vault.

If you tease him, at all, anywhere but the bedroom he gets flustered and will tell you he is going to handle it (you) later.

This consists of going down on your until you're sensitive and a crying mess. Which in turn leaves you continually teasing Norm... Poor guy can't catch a break.

I have soooo many ideas about so many different things with Norm (and like most fallout 2024 characters tbh) but so little time... If there is anything specific y'all want touched on let me know! Thanks for the request!

#fallout #fallout smut #norm maclean #norman maclean #norm maclean x reader #x reader #anon #ask #answered #fallout 2024 #fallout tv series #fallout prime #fallout imagine

[theroundbartable]

(sending hugs)

what are your thoughts about aithusa? personally i love her way to much, but she rarely comes up in fandom discourse

HEY :D Thoughts about AIthusa, huh? I have many of those. Thoughts, I mean. In my brain. They like to swim around and create a whole mess of things sometimes.

I think the reason why Aithusa doesn't come up in fandom discourse often is because there isn't very much to say. Aithusa was born, then color coded as a sign for the golden future of Camelot and was then abandoned by Merlin. Tortured by a crazy guy. Then raised by Morgana and used to create the sword that later killed Arthur. Whenever they come up in fandom discouse, it's mostly about Merlin doing his job as Dragon Lord right or wrong. But you wanted my thoughts, so I'm gonna allow my head to spin weird shit around the ungendered Dragon. (That is why I will use they/them pronouns for Aithusa.) When it comes to Aithusa's name, not the canon translation, I mean what it literally means, it's hard to find, since they used old English for the language of magic, and I think Greek for the language of the Dragon Lords (which doesn't necessarily have to apply to the Dragon names) and I haven't seen anyone make a post about it. All I get from Google translate is "Hey you" in Gaelic and that's a bit useless. Or well, this:

The automatic language recognition in Google would let me interpret Aithusa as a gift to the world. Or Arthur, depending on your shipping interests. Or, you know, if I could make up the Old English maybe pseudo-parts of the word (the writers were very lazy in BBC Merlin, they are literally quoting Beowulf when Merlin magics the blue ball in the poisoned chalice.). Something fitting I found in my old English dictionary is agan, meaning to possess, and to own, and thus (spelled with a thorn which my keyboard doesn't have) meaning as follows. So, in my absolutely amateurish and interpretational, and way too far reaching ways, I would say Aithusa could mean: A(gan) thus (a): To own the future.

(Again, you asked for my thoughts, this is not canon and probably pointless, I just needed to go down this route first.)

In the fandom wiki, we find THESE informations on Aithusa.

So, things we do know are very few

Aithusa is a baby

Aithusa was tortured and is therefore crippled

Aithusa cannot talk

Aithusa probably has Stockholm Syndrom because of Morgana

But you know, I think it's very interesting to know that Aithusa is the Light of the Sun, the literal sign for a Golden Future and that very sign can be hurt by a mere human. Not only does this mean that humans can kill Dragons (the Dragon lore doesn't make any sense, I swear to god) but it's also meant to be symbolism. Merlin, just like Arthur, is shown to be his own doom through Aithusa. They are hidden, tortured, kept from living their truth, abandoned by everyone who should be leading and protecting them.

With Aithusa being born it means that at that point, Merlin had already fulfilled his destiny. At this point in time, the golden age is already there and it should have been a sign for Merlin to speak up about his magic. He never did, that's why Aithusa remains mute. And just like magic itself, when harmed or in danger, Aithusa can easily be used for evil.

Apart from the symbolism and their part in Arthur's death, Aithusa doesn't contribute much to the story, I think. Yes, they console Morgana and they are like the continuation of the Dragon lineage, but that's ultimately pointless. Aithusa will be, inevitably, be the last Dragon. Which is honestly really cruel, but again, parallel to Merlin himself. That's where Aithusa's arc ends, unfortuntaley. Personally, knowing all that, I find Aithusa hard to use as the character they are in canon. With what little defines their character, you have to ultimately change everything about them to use them in fun fics and comics and stuff. That's why they end up as a little dog creature so often.

Don't get me wrong, I love Aithusa. But I love FANON Aithusa, just like I prefer fanon Sir Leon over canon Sir Leon. Because fanon Aithusa is like a domesticated chicken that Merlin keeps in his rooms or fights custody over with Morgana while Arthur is either oblivious, supportive, or being gaslit. But maybe I am overlooking a lot of things. So, if any of you like to disagree or add anything to my points, feel free to engage ^^

#bbc merlin #merlin #Aithusa #faq #ask #answer #merlin meta #sorry if this wasn't what you expected #I never know what to do with Aithusa

[mynamesaplant]

It Changes, like Water (CH. 1)

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Summary: Akari has just met Gaeric for the first time and is still a little rattled by the experience. Ingo tries to reassure her by telling her a story.

Content Warning: Blood, bodily injury, and wild animal attack

Notes: I've made this in honor of Monsoon-of-Art and their PLA mer au (and just a touch from a different au where Gaeric acts as Irida's guardian). Many of the scenes in this fic are directly inspired by their work, there mer stuff more specifically. I've been a big fan of them since I started playing PLA and I've only grown to love all their characterizations of some of my favorite characters in all of Pokemon. Don't like to read on Tumblr? Read it here on AO3.

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“Hey Ingo?”

The large mer was studying the near microscopic flute that Akari had, humming in acknowledgement but still absorbed in his observations. The light wasn’t the best for looking it over in the tidal cavern, but this was the only place he felt safe meeting Akari so close to shore, the cavern offered some protection from any would be outside observers of the clans or the humans. Ingo was trying to think of any mention of a flute quite like this before in the time he had been with the clan, but nothing seemed to jump to mind.

Akari was in the process of reorganizing her bag before returning to the settlement, how it always got to be such a mess was always a mystery to her but her efforts were thwarted by events of the day. The teenager’s mind was still on her earlier encounter with the not quite so large but infinitely more terrifying Warden Gaeric. He was instantly suspicious of her, commenting on her small size and color of her coat after a brief interrogation, ears pinned back and a snarl on his face as he looked at her uniform like he was trying to place it but couldn’t, that was just before Ingo came to her rescue.

“Gaeric’s the one messing with all the supply ships, isn’t he?”

That caught Ingo’s attention, looking away from his open palm to her. Akari was squinting up at him, trying to parse any subtle emotions in his expression. He knew eventually she would ask; it wasn’t hard to put two and two together given Gaeric’s attitude. Despite knowing this question was inevitable, Ingo felt a cold spike of guilt lance his spine and his ears droop even lower. That was answer enough for her.

“He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me if he knew for sure, would he?”

“Gaeric doesn’t hurt pups.”

His answer was swift, but it wasn’t quite a satisfactory one and they both knew it. Ingo was certain that, even if anyone else other than himself knew the truth about Akari and her mysterious flute, they couldn’t bring themselves to hurt her. Akari was a child – the magical white coat helped with the illusion, at least at first. It made everyone pause in complete befuddlement. Was she sick? Why was her growth so stunted for someone her age? It was hard to see Akari as anything but a sick, stunted pup with that pale coat. Although she was representing herself illegitimately and she was part of the exploration team that was causing irreparable harm to the fisheries of both clans with their presence, Ingo didn’t think a single member of either clan could bring harm upon her… especially not with how close he was tailing her.

“But I’m not a pup!”

She protested, her stomach souring when she considered how close her call with Gaeric could have been. They both knew the truth and Akari had the sneaking suspicion that Ingo was softening the truth to spare her from the dangers of her situation.

“He wouldn’t hurt you. Gaeric attacks vessels, he doesn’t hurt the people on those vessels.”

“Ingo, he leaves them in ice cold water for hours on end after destroying those supply ships. Some of them don’t make it. They die from hypothermia. We don’t have thick fur like you guys do!”

He flinched, turning his head away and tugging his cap over his eyes to obscure the pain in them. He could see it from both points of view. Gaeric’s priority was the clan, protecting them and their territory, and he saw the Galaxy Team as a threat – which they were. They were horning in on their territory, taking away from their primary food source, and potentially endangering their vulnerable pups. The team’s presence was a threat that no one in the clans knew what to do about. Gaeric, never one for subtly or decorum, did what he thought was best to dissuade the Galaxy Team from settling there. Ingo knew it was too late for that, but there was no point explaining that to Gaeric. It wouldn’t stop him, and it would already make Ingo seem stranger that he was defending humans.

Akari and her team were explorers and researchers, their interests lie in the sea, so of course they were going to butt heads frequently with the elusive mers, whether intentionally or not. Galaxy Team thought of them as monsters, huge moving shadows beneath the water that would destroy all they had built in an instant – Gaeric was certainly not helping in that regard. These people were mostly curious, and he could sympathize with innocent curiosity.

“Gaeric is concerned for the wellbeing of Pearl Clan, Akari. I understand his methods seem drastic, but-”

“Seem drastic? Ingo, they are drastic!”

Ingo’s frown deepened. He wasn’t trying to justify his fellow warden’s actions, but that was certainly how he made it sound. He knew why Gaeric was the way he was. His love for his clan ran deep. The mer glanced toward the sun sinking steadily toward the horizon from the exposed mouth of the cavern, soon to be swallowed up by the sea. He looked back at Akari, jaw set and mouth quirked like she was trying hard not to cry in front of him.

“I apologize.”

Ingo said gently, sinking lower in the water to be more on her level. Akari quickly spun away from him on the rock on which she was perched, her arms folded over her chest.

“I’m not trying to minimize the damage Gaeric has done and the people he has hurt. Gaeric doesn’t feel as though anyone is being proactive in the case of the hu – Galaxy Team. So, he takes it upon himself to be proactive, and takes it too far. He has a lot of misplaced guilt when it comes to protecting the clan… May I tell you a story before you return to your settlement? It might help you understand where he’s coming from.”

Although she was not facing him, he could tell he had caught her interest and he folded his arms over the large rock, resting his head on his forearms. He did his best to recall all the details.

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[diosapate]

Mercymorn? Or Augustine?

already answered augustine so for my beautiful princess with a disorder ->

favorite thing about them: like my opinion on augustine i just love the intense double-layering of the lyctors where she's a deeply funny hot mess on first glance but once you dig into her as a character she's one of the most horrifically sad women in the series. she's so deeply tortured and not having a good time and she is going to make sure EVERYONE knows

least favorite thing about them: morally i must disagree with her perpetuating the cycle of abuse onto harrow but it is one of the most interesting parts of her as a character imo

favorite line: too fucking many. something about "my presence ought to have the same effect as a fire alarm" really tickles me though

brOTP: this woman does not have friends but i'd like to imagine she had at least a nominally okay relationship with cytherea

OTP: i've talked about the appeal of mercy and augustine at length on this blog but they really do scratch something in my brain. because even removing toxic evil divorce jokes from the table there's still something so haunting about how inextricable they are and have been in two entire lifetimes

nOTP: i don't really have one? i don't see mercy/harrow at all but i can respect the grind

random headcanon: incredibly random but in contrast to augustine's canonically cozy and incredibly lavish personal quarters on the mithraeum i think mercy's rooms are incredibly spartan. nun style. she barely owns a bed frame.

unpopular opinion: i don't think being an annoying bitch + nag is her factory settings and she was in fact shaped that way by how she's been treated for 10000+ years and also her failed catholic situationship send post

song i associate with them: get out of my house >:)

favorite picture of them: this art by lulafia has lived rent free in my head for a year and a half now <3

#m-to-the-6th-power #answered #ask game #aust.txt

[words-be-upon-ye]

There are a couple tropes I really love in the space of Miraculous Ladybug fan works, but quite possibly my favorite is when the miraculous holders just get creature from using their powers.

Like yeah, I would say that hosting the power of an abstract concept given sentience, that got shoved into the shape of an animal and bound to a piece of jewelry, would kinda mess with your body a bit.

The little bit of this we get in canon is basically that Adrien loves being a cat and the whole Tikki munches incident.

But I love it when people give them ears and wings and tails, give them eyes that aren't quite human anymore. Fuck with their gender and their sense of body. Sometimes it's body horror, sometimes it's just aesthetic. Love it either way.

I just think it's so fun, a lot of the time it's combined with the like "when a holder and the kawami really respect and bond with each other there's nothing that can be done except having magic bleed into the holder" I think that's fun, but also just making the animal of the kwami a bigger deal is fun. Like if you're going to make it a ladybug you might as well give her wings and antenna and mirrored eyes.

#yes I do like ml #there's just so many characters I like to mess with in my head #also sue me I'm trans and have a certain respect for body horror. for the forced change of your physical self especially when you chose it #anyway I alwasys ramble in the tags #I set up this side blog to hide random writing thoughts I had and oh boy do I have a lot and none of them are on here #and recenetly (and by recently I mean like the past year) I've been hit with so many ml thoughts) #they're all gay #and some of them are cohesive #actually a lot of them revolve around chloe and au's where she gets a meaningful improvement arc #give that gay girl intresting stuff #miraculous ladybug #ml #although one of my ideas is also my very fun very gender take of ml where to conceal their identities ladybug and chat start pretending #to be different people under the masks like they don't need to like explicitly say. they just #switch costumes a lot and they like slyly hint at maybe theres dozens of people who pass around the miraculous to make sure that their #Identities are always safe #and to support the act they also start changing the genders they present as as holders. everyone is like “it's clearly multiple people” #and during this process marinette and Adrien are both like slowly having personal gender revelations #and gabe is like tearing his hair out over having to fight this secret group of superheros that he can never find or catch #but he's still just getting his ass kicked by two kids who're doing the world's most successful costumes change bits #it's like those “fake dating” tropes where they're like “oh but we really do love each other” but with gender #“oh I've got a great idea lets pretend to be different genders sometimes” #cut to “hmh ok so I think I'm not pretending anymore” #oh I do always ramble in the tags

[astrobei]

he’s very tired after his surprise party btw

#happy birthday to mike one of my characters of all time fr #u already know how i feel about him so i will keep it short and sweet #thank u for consistently allowing me to crack ur head open like an egg and mess around with the insides #sigh. but like fr #happy mike day 🥳 !! #here’s to many more mike fics from me #ur local mike wheeler enthusiast #(see pfp for reference) #also pssssst #they’re wearing each others clothes pspspspsps #not that it’s rly relevant i just thought u shd know #bc i created this and i said so #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #/astro draws #creating an art tag which is maybe presumptuous of me we’ll see how often it gets used

[sadnessunderthebridge]

3 o'clock in the morning, I just finished Saltburn, and my brain is currently in a mix between utter awe for the movie and complete horror. 10/10 would recommend but at the same time 0/10 would recommend. Like that movie was amazing but kinda also psychologically messed up, but I absolutely loved it.

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #this movie has my head all turned around #okay now im just rambling #I loved it so much though #im not sure what that says about me #this shit fucked my brain in so many ways #100% recommend #but like only if you know what your getting into #like I knew it was gonna be messed up but like #geeeezzzzzz #love it though #if im being honest #i kinda love olivers character #he is like so fucked up that like he just kinda draws tou in #im rambling #im going to put my brain back together and go to sleep

[camelspit]

sophie absolutely had a warrior cats oc back in the day

#shes just like me fr #i had so many i dont even remember the details of any of them </3 oops #this is heavily inspired by the time i was messing around with the fitz ai #and we started warriors rping together #also sidenote. fitz is absolutely a powerplayer. asshole /lh #anyway they should have rp dates. just a thought. #i think they would both be cured if they got to play around as dramatic cats for a few hours #i wonder what sophies favorite characters/clan/etc. are #she feels like she'd be a leafpool/ravenpaw/graywing fan to me #but thats just off the top of my head #kotlc

[enden-k]

im sorry to hear people are stomping all over your boundaries, big props to you for sticking up for yourself and putting your foot down. I hope you're doing ok (/gen)

on another, hopefully happier note, i noticed your info post mentions that you self ship! I'd love to hear about your favourite self ships if you're comfortable talking about them some time?

i actually never did or had interest in this but then haitham waltzed in so hes the first and only one (this whole thing flusters me so its smth i indulge in for myself in private by reading or daydreaming or sometimes i babble and ramble about him very in depth)

(most hkvthm things i draw is just me going 'wish that was me' and drawing it LMFAO)

ohh also same w kaveh but in a slightly different way than haitham (theyre both the only ones) i want them to hold hands. i want them to hold my hands. there

#i dont feel attraction to ppl irl mostly bc im just not comfortable around ppl #and the ones i am are my friends and theres obv no romantic attraction #so when i saw haitham and learned more and mroe of him and how he and i share so many traits and ideas and things it was #instant comfort and the feeling of being understood #that its like #if he was real i would seek out his warmth and presence instead of getting away frm it like with my ex partners when it was too much for me #knowing that he would understand me therefore knowing how to handle me without making me uncomfortable or upset #uhh so basically. he made me realize all i want is just someone who perfetly understands me and knows how to treat me #when to come close and when to give me space #perfectly knowing me and reading me #i cant speak and in the rare moments i am able to im often struggling to form my thoughts into sentences that make sense #so he would still understand and put together that garbled mess and know exactly what i mean #not misunderstanding and acusing me of things or tones i never said or used #ppl and things messed me up quite a bit in the past that im having trouble w lots of things unless im alone #only when im alone i feel truly comfortable and safe bc nothing can hurt or upset me but even then you kinda realize in some moments that #you actually want someone with you but it has to be smn you trust and who knows you inside out and all that #i dont have anyone like that and idk if i ever will but rn this character is jsut rotating in my head giving me these things i crave and #thats enough #sorry that was a lot of gay rambling there but yea idk if it sounds stupid or nah but my #mental health issues got way better and balanced ever since haitham so he really #grounds me and gives me strength and comfort to deal with things i would have be unable to do in the past year #bc even if i dont have smn who truly knows and understands me #inside me there is someone #reply #tags tbd #in case i get embarrassed LMFAO

[spider-man-2o99]

the current lplan is to see ATSV this weekend because of drs appts eating up my thursday and friday (fucking exhausting) so Remember everybody remember it’s only canon if i like it . if mig’s Only Goddamn Movie writes him bad then it IMMEDIATELY is getting thrown in the fucking massive heap of spider-man media that Also Features A Shitty Adaption Of Spider-Man 2099 In It! and i will just sit in the theater crying painful quiet devastated tears in my seat and Frown whenever his scenes come up if so need be. but. if it’s Good my autism will b Fed for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever i think

#talking tag #atsv #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #kind of unrelated but. like. the more i really Think abt it the more i just Dont Like that migs design IS so Huge and scary actually. #i dont think Miguel should ever Loom. i think he /tries/ to loom and if he is standing on a wall above people’s /heads/ it works. #but. like. Miguel Just Standing There In His Costume should just be like an unnervingly Quiet guy yknow. #it’s SO EASY to mess up miguel’s character he has SUCH a distinct and memorable characterization in th comics that Not Doing Ur Homework— #—SHOWS y’know. and a Movie can only Show So Much while JUGGLING as much as atsv appears 2 be juggling #(long long sigh) not Once have we gotten a story where miguel and A modern spider-man got to. like. just HANG OUT. and Talk to each other. #is it really so much 2 ask for the spider-mans 2 just Talk Abt How Things Change & Don’t. i like it when mig shows vulnerability by bein Emo #idk there is Still Time perhaps i will be proven Very Very Wrong in my Many Worries and things will be fine :)) #but. GOD. there are So Many Ways 2 bungle mig. and i dont want to have 2 Wait Seven Years for ppl to calm down again not again

[taeko-yamada]

ughhghhh fr though i have so many kizana thoughts but bc of how little information we have on her, its probably all into hc territory waaa

but im so so certain that she wont be a one note snob, yandev loves using tropes, but he never makes them boring to watch. if kizana truly is a himedere, then of course she won't be all "hime," we'll definitely have some "dere" aspects too :>

like, imagine if her snotty personality is really just something she puts out upfront in others? a superiority inferiority complex if you will, and taro being taro will absolutely push that

and with last rb im just imaging :;) at the very moment when taro pushes her out of the way and saves her, kizana then and only then realizes what it truly means to be loved <3

#HAHAHA idk im just rambling #give me a trillion months and maybe ill write this #TBH in 2018 i actually had like #a full on kizana backstory in my head where it was basically what i described in the post #but like COME ON #she wont be one note please yandev you have to promise me- you have to promise me all the rivals are elaborate characters with tons of dept #i have so many. kizana backstory hcs UHGUHGUHGUH #prince.txt #i am truly a mess #yansim

[thatsitso]

Hello there, meet my fav oc ever, Victoria :]

I've had her for over 5 years, most of that time she was just living in my head, with an occasional drawing, but I decided to finally take proper care of her design. *Also trying to take proper care of her lore and world, but uhhh that's more complicated*

#i love her with all my heart #and i have so many sketches now I'll post her again soon #but yeah the lore at this point is nonexistent she's just living there #cause i mean it was supposed to be fantasy world and time travel stuff #and every now and then i just think about it before sleep and add ir change something but it all doesnt really makw sense #i mean maybe it does but i also dont have good reasons for most of that stuff i just know it happens but why and how #not really #i am unable to create good plot and this started as a comic idea she was supposed to be the main character #and now she's just kinda my most important oc in this universe and i mean she has special powers and stuff but?? #its a mess #i mean i dont mind it being like that in my head but it complicates talking about her #like idk what is canon #so im just not going to say anything and her story will die with me oh well #oc #idk what hashtag i should do for my ocs #thatsitsoocs #idk #original character #art #drawing #krita #digital art #character design #sketch #lineart #also her hair color should be a little different probably but like it looks different on every device so #these clothes are black and white for now cause i couldnt find any colors thatd fit #my baby #itsoocs #my art

[katyahina]

Do you have an IG or something? I remember seeing your art somewhere else and cannot remember where for the life of me. Its so expressive and unique, not to mention the literal gold mine of theories and lore posts you do

Wait really?????? Thank you so much! Naturally someone with Bold and Brash as the icon could appreciate my drawings, you clearly are an expert in art xD

I actually attempted to make an Instagramm account like 2 years ago but something went wrong and I gave up. So if someone reposts my art there it is not me :pensive: I do have Twitter though ( x ) but it is full of retweets (should make separate acc for art already)

To be honest at this rate I digged out all lore I wanted I think, but without retranslation doc by Last Protagonist and datamines by Zullie the Witch I'd be helpless actually!

The rest is up to my imagination with stories and characters and ideas, and to finish my 99 WIPs... Though Bloodborne lore is like Chalice Dungeons: it never REALLY ends, even after you believe you learned every turn lol

#THANK you #ask replies #honestly target to draw more stuff like that super detailed drawing with edgar in the choir but references always end up taking my attentin #them and the meme redraws. #not art #fun fact almost all my lore and theories were made year before i could actually afford ps4 #i just got so obssessed with the characters and the story that i stringed together lore through wikias and screenshots #turned out 95% of it i got right and game only added so much clarity. but DAMN it is FUN to play #it used to be so insanity-inducing to hold SO many dots to connect in my head all the time! user val of the north can confirm #but now it is like... just a regular thought routine #honestly though bless retranslators like LP japanese games are infamous for getting lore slightly messed in adaptation

[faerociousbeast]

we could be pro fortnite gamers

#i'm bored. might mess around and create a manga of my own inside of my own head bc #did you know barbie was right. you actually literally CAN do anything. if you get over the #ohh but im bad ohh this that. if you just do it. you can do so many things. isnt that wild #i know ill probably not even start it and on the off chance i do i'll figure out like.. one character and forget ab it #but thats okay im not good at commitment and unfinished work that had a fun process is fine too #wooooo. dont push yourself to deadlines and standards and goals in everything. just do them. its cool. #this is more of a self talk than anything please do not take life advice from fae that is a horrible idea #the only thing i say you should live by is. Don't listen to anything else #i am a fool hiding in a well worded individual's body

[oflgtfol]

With the way the symbiote is portrayed with Mac I always just go you know what. I think it's fair for it to be enraged at the exact moment. Mac unfortunately got to be Venom while we were going through the Bitterly Divorced era. Eddie is also running around at this point acting like he's been 'cured' of a disease other than the cancer (which. Might be an interesting unintended allegory for catholic guilt and internalized homophobia) so they're both working through some feelings. But uh it definitely says some things that Mac has an entire section of his Wiki page dedicated to his personality and how various writers have characterized him

naw see there's a difference in my mind between like, going around killing and eating people in a fit of rage and hurt and betrayal, and going around killing and eating people because you're nothing more than like a rabid animal who has no control over your impulses, yknow? and i mean yeah i only read a handful of mac!venom comics but it definitely comes across as the latter instead of the former

this whole era in venom comics was just. so messy. im still mad about the eddie dumping symby thing because like it was so out of the blue? literally he decided to do it OFF SCREEN (unless im missing comics?) it just makes no sense and this whole era was during the whole ohhhh the symbiote is corrupting him from the inside ohhh spectacular spiderman vol 2 bullshit. and then ofc the whole animalistic depiction in thunderbolts 97. it was just a mess. it was a mess. i take canon during this era with a grain of salt, as in im more typically mad at the writers for how they depict things than the characters themselves, because the characters feel so strange and misaligned with how they were in comics published even just a few years before

as i always say i think the way it turned out could theoretically be interesting - in fact, i never thought of it the way you phrased it, as an allegory for internalized homophobia + catholic guilt (especially because it was literally watching the passion of christ that apparently made eddie dump the symbiote...??? which i also have issues with because i mean like - watching a fucking movie of all things is what changed your mind, dude? is your constitution THAT weak? do you have no backbone? #NotMyEddie) but just the way it was carried out feels less like an exploration of the characters and their flaws and more like the writers just like A. not knowing what the fuck theyre doing or B. purposefully twisting the narrative into something else, like instead of an exploration of internalized homophobia its just. Homophobia from the writers themselves

#i think if it was just changed to like #eddie having a conversation with a real life actual priest #that i think could have been a convincing enough catalyst to set that whole mess into motion #but instead he WATCHED A MOVIE #its just so. INSANE TO ME #you have EATEN PEOPLE ALIVE and still decided to be wtih the symbiote #and watching a FUCKING MOVIE is what changes your mind? #ITS NUTS. ABSOLUTELY BONKERS TO ME #i suspend my belief for MANY things when reading comics but i have to draw the line somewhere #so this is the point where i start blaming the writers instead of eddie as a character tdfghfdsfghfdgbn #ESPECIALLY BECAUSE IT HAPPENS OFF SCREEEN #WE CANT SEE HIS CRISIS OF FAITH FOR OURSELVES? #maybe then it'd be more convincing that a movie singlehandedly made him change his mind on everything #but instead it happens off screen and its just so fucking jarring #its such a huge paradigm shift and it happens off screen and for such a stupid reason like. puts my head in my hands #and then that one stupid choice then snowballs into mac being venom. snowballs into symbiote acting like this. so on and so forth #its just a whole big snowball of bad writing choices hence why im just like. Whatever. i take this whole era with a grain of salt #ask #Anonymous #v posting