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prismatic-bell · 1 year

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This is probably a really dumb question. But is it okay for us non-Jewish people to reblog the very lovely quote about how it's okay not to complete the work, but we're not allowed to abandon it? Because I'm not Jewish, I follow you, and b/c of your posts I've been seeing how really shitty we non-Jews are w/assimilation and stuff, & I don't want to do wrong by anybody. Thanks, Marbles

OKAY SO.

As with all things Jewish, there’s a short answer and there’s a good answer. There also is no “right” answer, because “two Jews, three opinions” is an underestimation of how many opinions you can fit into one Jew, but this is MY answer, and I think a decent chunk of Jews will probably find it at least mostly acceptable.

For those just tuning into this program, the quote @marblesarelost is referring to is my favorite in all of Judaism, and was written by Rabbi Tarfon in a section of Talmud called the Pirkei Avot:

“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Walk humbly NOW! Do justly NOW! No one is obligated to complete the work, but neither may any one desist from it.”

The “work” being spoken of is to repair the world, or in Hebrew, “tikkun olam.” It’s the central tenet of my movement in Judaism, the Reform movement.

So: you are absolutely correct that there’s a huge problem with gentiles appropriating things from Judaism. However, let’s go back to the original, actual definition of cultural appropriation, as created by Black women: it’s not just that you do a thing we do. It’s that you mock or berate us for a thing, then turn around and take that thing, strip it of all its original meaning, and use it, and suddenly in your hands it’s “cool.” When the concept of cultural appropriation first fell onto my radar circa 2016, one of the major examples was dreadlocks, and how clean, well-kept locs on a Black woman are “unprofessional” and “dirty” but the kind-of-vaguely-looks-like-locs-if-you-get-drunk-and-squint deliberately-created MATS some white people wear and call “locs” are seen as a sign you’re “boho” or “a free spirit.” This was closely followed by discussion of bindis, and how they’re treated with disdain when worn by Indian women but Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande puts one on and suddenly they’re sooooooo chic.

(Yes, in an ironic twist you couldn’t put in a book because people would call it unrealistic, the very concept of cultural appropriation has been appropriated.)

So with the actual, this-is-what-the-Black-community-meant definition in front of you for reference, take a look at these questions. These are rhetorical—anybody with the degree of self-awareness to say “I don’t know if this thing from a closed religion is for me” is probably not doing any of this. It’s just here for reference.

—do you see a problem with “Christian Seders” or do you think Jews should be flattered other people are interested, geez, it’s not like we’re being murdered?

—do you make fun of people wearing skullcaps/kippot/yarmulkes, or do you recognize it’s cultural garb?

—do you get all weird and pissy over the major Jewish holiday season being in fall rather than in winter?

—do you conflate Jews with Israel or do you recognize that these are two separate groups with some overlap?

—do you make fun of Orthodox clothing and hairstyles?

If you can honestly say “no, I realize this is a culture of its own and things I don’t understand aren’t necessarily ‘wrong’ or ‘weird,’ just different,” you’re in a good position to share Jewish voices.

HERE IS WHERE THE CURVEBALL COMES IN.

This quote is from Talmud.

And unlike things like, say….talking about a Seder you were invited to, or saying “may you be sealed” to a Jewish friend on Yom Kippur, the Talmud is not semi-closed, it’s *closed.* People study Talmud all their lives in the hope of gaining even a small glimmer of understanding. It has to be studied in the context of being well-versed in Torah and Jewish interpretation, because removing it from that context renders it entirely incomprehensible.

WITH THAT SAID.

I think this is one of the few places in Talmud where there is, at a bare minimum, a surface understanding that’s applicable to everyone. Certainly Rabbi Tarfon’s words carry additional weight with the force of Jewish learning and tradition behind them, but I’m pretty sure if you could sit down with him and say “Rabbi, your words inspired me to keep fighting for my community. When I was ready to give up your words reminded me I wasn’t alone, that anything I do in the interest of pushing forward justice and equality is a net positive, and I was able to keep going. I’m a gentile. Is it okay that I take this from your words?” he’d almost certainly be like “yes??? As you say, it’s a net positive, so why wouldn’t I be okay with you gleaning this?” It’s slightly different from a lot of Talmudic commentary in that it applies to the mitzvot of things like tikkun olam and pikuach nefesh, but these things can also be done outside the Jewish community without any reference to Torah at all. You can pay for a homeless person’s dinner and that’s tikkun olam. You can take a CPR class and that’s pikuach nefesh (or at least, preparing yourself to commit an act thereof, should it be necessary). You aren’t doing those things as mitzvot, because you’re a gentile—you’re doing them because you think they’re the right thing to do—but that doesn’t mean “don’t overwhelm yourself by trying to do it all, but don’t just give up either” isn’t good advice. We don’t call him one of our greatest sages because he was an idiot. Is there plenty more below the surface? Oh, for sure. Does that make the surface reading wrong? Not necessarily.

So: 99.999999% of the time, I would say you should not reblog Talmudic quotes. They’re not going to be relevant to you or your life experience and you’ll lack the background knowledge to interpret them.

But this one, specifically? Yeah. I’d say this one is okay. Make sure it’s sourced to Rabbi Tarfon and the Pirkei Avot/Ethics of the Father, or to the Talmud.

And then go forth, and do justly now, and remember: you can’t finish the work alone. But you also don’t have the right to walk away.

Okay, fellow Jews, time for a pie fight in the comments. Have fun.

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jean0farc · 6 months

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#!! - 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; ᴄᴏʀᴏɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ

(Cross-posted from my AO3)

CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Griffith X You (fem! Reader)

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘:

Having been spoiled by your father as an only child after your mother’s death, there existed you, a young, yet rebellious maiden known amongst Midland as Princess Scarlet. Being the subject of envy by commoners who wanted nothing more than to overthrow the kingdom, you were rather…..indifferent. As a princess, you exercised pride in your achievements, deeming you fit for the role of succeeding your father on the throne.

Even after your father’s death caused by poisoning, your dream to have your own kingdom never faltered in the slightest. In fact, ruling over Midland with an iron fist has been made easy and simple considering your royal blood.

Subsequently, your ambitious demeanor and philosophy attracted none other than the military genius who led a group of mercenaries known as the Band of The Hawk. Sir Griffith; a man who never fell short of what were to be defined as a noble, if it were not for his common blood.

To put it simply, Griffith never planned on building his empire overnight. Instead, he harbored ulterior motives where he would rather…..bend you, the Queen, to his liking before taking over Midland.

….And the consequences of YOU having a fragile ego never ceased to reveal itself.

𝖈𝖜: none as of now.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:

No smut for the first chapter!

To minors: this space isn’t for you. Berserk is a warning in itself. Go away. Do not interact.

Anyways, I’m back with a new fic and it’s basically my own version while still keeping the canon verse of Berserk clear.

In this verse, expect certain things:

— Princess Charlotte does NOT exist.

— YOU are the Princess/Queen of Midland.

— The story will mainly focus on Griffith, not Guts.

Before commenting, I would like to caution you for potential rape/non-con elements (it’s Griffith we’re talking about here) to be depicted in later chapters of the story.

What I write is pure fantasy, and is mostly just me projecting on my original character (in this case, Queen Scarlet) who has a rather peculiar relationship with Griffith.

Anyways, grab some popcorn, and chill a little while we watch our original character slowly get taken advantage of by the devil himself.

The Kingdom of Midland. Such is a name given to the central region of the Physical World where nobles dominate and savages eliminate. One had the luxury of resting within the comfort of their own home while dining with only the finest cuisine made known to man. The other had to hustle and kill for the sake of money and survival…....while for potential evildoers and traitors, the sake of achieving their dream.

It was your coronation day after all, one of the most awaited events in all of Midland’s history. Following your father’s death caused by an incident of poisoning, the nobles immediately turn to you as a successor to the throne. You were a bit nervous, so to speak, but ready to accept your new role and give your speech as the newly appointed ruler of Midland.

It was already sunset, the halls decorated with red roses, bushes, and your favorite type of flower, the Amaryllis. You just loved the sight of red the way you liked your tea. Red, so to speak, was your favorite color. It just looks and feels powerful, like the way sunlight pierces its way through your eyes. You liked shoving your presence down people’s throats, to make them remember your name as you rejoiced in your own superiority as the new Queen.

Red was the visual embodiment of your dream—to rule and render yourself capable of building your own empire. Because of that, the King, your very own father, feared for your safety. And boy, was that prediction true.

Not only was your safety compromised, but prior to meeting the White Hawk who was addressed as Sir Griffith, things went downhill after that encounter as a sudden number of royal guards dropped dead. Not only were you disgusted by the smell of blood that filled the hallways the week before your coronation, but the five words whispered to your ear was what sent chills across your spine. Those five words made you shiver in questionable fear despite you taking it as just an empty threat.

“You belong to me, Princess.”

And then came the surge of mysterious events such as your father’s death.

Supposedly, you were expected to be excited for such an event like the coronation ceremony as you longed all your life to become Queen, but something about the whole situation didn’t feel right. You were at a loss for words, being unable to understand why your father was poisoned in an instant and how planning the ceremony felt rushed.

You shivered at the thought of meeting the Band of the Hawk once more, immediately suspecting that one of them killed your father.

“Our beloved guests, our crowning guests, respected parents of the nobles, and that of the civilians. Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon.” announced the event speaker of the ceremony. “Once again, we have gathered here to witness the coronation ceremony of the Royal Family to be headed by Queen Scarlet and the rest of the officials appointed to serve her Majesty. Kindly rise for the ceremony proper.”

A huge audience of youngsters stood to give thanks towards your family for a job well done in leadership, singing songs of praise as time passed by. You were, of course, getting quite the goosebumps knowing your time is up as a princess. However, you can’t help but falter, thinking of your father’s untimely demise just about two weeks ago.

You were lost in thought, unable to pay attention to the songs sung in honor of you. Something was very wrong. You sweat and panted hard, not because you didn’t know what to say or do given the situation, but because you didn’t want to actually meet up with Griffith and the rest of his comrades due to some suspicions about the leader’s motives.

“Before we start, may I request everyone to observe silence as the ceremony begins to maintain its solemnity. Reserve your ‘hoorays’ for the latter part of the coronation. Thank you very much for your full cooperation.”

The rest of the coronation ceremony followed. You were nervous, biting your nails as you slowly prepared your speech in front of thousands. You knew Griffith would be watching

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Alas, it was your turn to give out a speech that serves as a public declaration of your aims, intentions, and actions to be taken to further improve the economic and sociocultural growth of Midland.

Standing up, you could feel the eyes of crowds searching you from head to toe, but none of them ever gave you the impression that someone was truly watching you.

At the exterior of the venue, there sneaked a young man with white, flowing hair and a pair of blue eyes. It was him. Griffith. He didn’t make his own presence clear before you, he covered his tracks very well. But, little did he know, you could peek at his silhouette from afar. Knowing he made his way past the guards with extreme caution showed his prowess in strategy and disarming opponents with great ease.

Yes, he just wanted to hear your speech. After all, knowing how someone would open up about a fraction of their lives would be crucial in undergoing one’s plan to achieving their dreams, yes?

This was your moment. You let out a deep breath and spoke clearly as you cleared your throat.

“Greetings, my beloved fellowmen. It’s been a pleasure having to meet with you all to this very moment.” you greeted the audience with a friendly, approachable tone. “Throughout this memorable day, I was able to discern all your prayers dedicated to me and my family, especially in honor of my father’s passing. As an inherent successor to the throne, I have maintained a significant awareness through the years that my people, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity.”

The muffled voice of your speech was rendered audible to Griffith from the outskirts of the palace. He was perhaps….fascinated by your rather….pushy attitude on things. It didn’t take long before he palmed the area between his hips, hiding such an unsightly appearance as he began to fantasize about you under his control. He wanted nothing more than to dissect you in every detail possible, to know your deepest fears and motives of having to rule such a flawed kingdom. But little did you know, was that he wanted this kingdom all to himself.

“The ceremonies you have seen today are ancient, but some of their origins are hidden in the mists of the past. Their spirit and meaning still rise from the flames of finiteness. Perhaps, they still shine more brightly than we’ve expected them to do so. I have pledged allegiance with all my heart that I shall lead this kingdom, uplifting it further to claiming a thousand more victories than you would ever anticipate. Throughout all my life and with all my heart I shall strive to be worthy of your trust.”

Griffith’s eyes narrowed as he hid behind the doors alongside the two guards who were apparently slain before they could even fight back.

He wanted you.

And there was nothing more satisfying than breaking one of the strongest, most powerful women who once took an interest in the art of swordsmanship. But he would rather not challenge you to a duel; not because he underestimated your capabilities, but because he saw such barbaric acts to be unbefitting of a lady with high status.

An hour later, trumpets played as the Grim Reapers of the Battlefield were to be promoted as bodyguards, yes, bodyguards, of your kingdom. The King trusted you to this group of mercenaries who promised nothing short of protecting your integrity and wellbeing as the princess. But one thing’s for sure, it’s that their leader was bound to be missing.

You stepped down from the stage to observe your audience for any problems which may arise from the White Hawk’s absence.

“Wait, where’s Griffith? But he was just here about minutes ago!” Rickert exclaimed. “He can’t just be wandering out in the open like this! Griffith! Hang in there! We’re on our way!”

“Cut the crap.” Guts said, alerting his fellow comrades. “There must be a way to proceed with the ceremony without Griffith being of any concern.”

“But Guts-”

Recognizing and appreciating your bodyguards (or perhaps, some new friends) wasn’t all that bad. Perhaps you were intimidated by some of the mercenaries, but they played an integral part of your big day.

It was only one moment within that band that spooked you, it was the White Hawk revealing himself—it was Griffith. By that moment when Griffith claimed you to be his, you began to not take those words lightly and managed to develop a slight sense of fear. What did he exactly mean by that?

You brushed off your thoughts on the matter and shook hands with nearly all the members, with Griffith being an exception (obviously). Rumor has it that he’s still hiding where the sun doesn’t shine, covering his tracks in order to reveal himself before you in the very end.

And God forbid what kind of plans he had for you that night.

#yandere griffith #x reader #griffith x reader #griffith berserk #berserk x reader #berserk griffith #griffith x you #fanfiction #griffith #berserk #berserk anime #fem reader

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Lactation

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, lactation kink, cursing, bath sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy. (Set in the Only You verse.)

Din was insatiable. Even more so now that baby Brea was born. Your figure was a little fuller - breasts bigger from breastfeeding and he just couldn’t keep his hands off you. You didn't want him to either.

Brea was finally asleep, Grogu at school and you decided to take a much-needed bath. Having a young child, a three-month-old and a horny hunk of metal to contend with had your body exhausted.

Sinking back into the bubbles you’re startled by the sound of something hitting the floor. Looking up you are greeted by the sight of Din’s handsome face. He continues to strip until he’s bare before you and you let your eyes wander over his naked form. His broad shoulders. His slightly rough hands and the small belly he’d gotten since quitting bounty hunting. They finally landed on his thick cock, the course hairs still black around it.

“See something you like, Mesh’la?” He says seductively, one eyebrow raised and a devilish smirk on his face. “I see loads of things I like, my king.”

“You gonna move up for me?” You hesitate for a moment before scooting up and giving him room. His arm slides around your waist pulling you back against him and you can feel him hard against your back. Maker, he’s always ready to go.

“Brea go down ok?” He whispers into your skin as his lips trail kisses along your neck. “Hmm.”

His hand snakes down over your stomach towards your aching cunt and when he slips two fingers inside you can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth. “Oh Din.”

“I love it when you moan my name like that, Mesh’la. Wanna hear you sing it.” His fingers pump in and out of you until you come. Your cunt squeezes his fingers as you cry out his name.

“Need to be inside you now, my beautiful queen,” he stutters as he grinds his hips into you. His hands steady you as you turn, the water sloshing over the tub as you move to straddle his waist. You reach between you both and take him in your hand squeezing him gently before you pump him a few times. His head falls back against the tub as he groans in pleasure.

Lining him up you slowly sink onto him, the stretch still slightly painful even after giving birth. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. The water splashes out into the floor with your movements. He’s a mewling mess beneath you and you love how you're the only one who renders the king speechless.

His eyes are watching you full of adoration and are almost black with lust. His fingers suddenly dig into the soft flesh of your hips and you look down at him to find his gaze fixed on your breasts. “Din, are you ok?” His eyes flicker to yours briefly before they set their sights on your breasts again.

“You…you’re…..” you look down to see what has him so transfixed to find milk dripping in a steady stream out of your nipple. “Oh, maker. I’m so sorry Din. This always happens when I’m in the bath. Let me just…” his hands have a firm grip on you, stopping you from going anywhere. “Mesh’la, can I…would it be ok if I…”

You lift your fingers to his chin tilting his head towards you. “Din, do you want a taste?” He doesn’t answer. He can’t. So he simply nods his head and you smile back at him. “Just leave some for your daughter,” you say with a smile on your face.

Sitting up slightly, he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight. He sucks on it hard and when the milk hits his tongue he groans lewdly into your skin. It sends a shiver right through you and you moan at the sensation. He continues to suck on your nipple, moving over to the other all the while thrusting up into you.

“Oh, maker….Din, fuck…..yes….”

You wrap your hands around his head - fingers twining into his hair, pulling him close. He thrusts into you once, twice and then with a shudder he comes hard, spilling his seed inside you. He pulls off your nipple with a pop. “Maker…you taste so fucking good, mesh’la. Wanna do that again.”

“Oh slow down there cowboy. Did you just come inside me?” He lays back against the tub, a smirk edging its way into his face. “Seems that way.”

“What if I get pregnant?” He shrugs his shoulders and raises an eyebrow in defiance. “What if you do? I told you I was gonna keep you pregnant all the time. I’m king. I need loads of heirs.”

“You only need one, Din. Which you have in Brea.”

“Hmm, true but I want to have a palace full of children. Full of our children.” He’s looking up at you with those puppy dog brown eyes and you can’t deny him even if you tried. He’s hard again and begins to thrust up, the pull of his cock distracting you. “I swear if you’ve got me pregnant again Djarin I’ll…oh..”

“You’ll what, mesh’la?” He growls into your breast as he sucks on your nipple again. “Oh fuck yes…don’t stop….”

“I don’t plan on it.”

He fucks you again in the tub and then later in bed. Coming inside you every time.

***

One month later…

The smell of breakfast turns your stomach and you rush to the toilet emptying its contents. When you're finished you splash your face with water and then you pause as you realise what’s wrong.

Storming into the throne room you march over to your husband. “I hope you're happy with yourself, Djarin.”

“Oh, I’m only Djarin when I’m in trouble. Leave,” he says to his councillors as he straightens himself on his throne before removing his helmet. “What have I done wrong now, my beautiful queen.”

“Oh don’t gimme any of that, you’ve only gone and done it.”

“Done what? Mesh’la you’re confusing me here. If I’ve upset you I’m sorry.”

“I’m pregnant.”

He stands abruptly making his way towards you. His hand comes to rest on your stomach, his eyes full of wonder as he stares at you. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Are you not happy?” He stutters nervously. You can’t do it. You can’t be mad at him. He’d told you this is what he wanted when he married you. “I’m very happy, Din.” He lets out a sigh of relief and then kisses you softly. “Maybe this time it will be a boy. A brother for Brea and Grogu.”

“I’ll love it no matter what. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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anincompletelist · 3 months

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six sentence sunday :D

THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @eusuntgratie @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @captainjunglegym @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @futureseaempress @firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead @inexplicablymine YOUR WORDS WERE SO LOVELY TODAY I WAS GNAWING ON THEM ALL AFTERNOON <333333

I am officially hard launching this as a wip since it has now been outlined and has taken on a mind of its own and I have fallen in love with the verse and characters and will now be rendered a slave to the doc until it is finished

it is loosely based on the movie 'cha cha real smooth' with several of the plot points changed. enjoy! :D

(also not at all six sentences no one is surprised there are no rules and, as @firenati0n put it so succinctly, life is fake!)

“That— that was beautiful, Henry,” Alex says eventually, watching Henry’s fingers linger over the keys. “What is it?”

Henry hums. “Never is a promise. Fiona Apple.”

He makes a mental note to look it up later and add it to his playlist. Their thighs are nearly touching on the piano bench and the moment feels so tender that Alex almost puts a hand on his shoulder, but narrowly draws himself back. He gets the feeling Henry doesn’t share things like this often.

“Thank you for playing it for me.”

“Thank you for listening,” he returns with a small smile. His hands drop to his lap, his fingers latched onto his wedding band as he inclines his chin toward Alex. “May I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“Why Cha-Cha Slide?”

Alex scoffs. “Why not the Cha-Cha Slide? It’s a classic.”

“Something tells me you’re a bit more intentional than that,” Henry murmurs. His blue eyes slide over to meet Alex’s, translucent in the moonlight coming from the open doors to their left, his voice crystal clear as it bounces off of the marble flooring and the grand piano, landing square in Alex’s sternum.

“There’s a part in the song, right when he says ‘cha-cha real smooth’. It’s a freestyle,” Alex explains quietly, glancing out to where River’s sleeping on the veranda on the opposite side of the curtain. “The part where you get to be like— fuck everything else and do your own thing. I don’t know. I get the feeling you guys don’t get to have a lot of moments like that.”

OK I AM A LITTLE LATE TO THE GAME TODAY BUT WOULD LOVE ANYTHING YALL HAVE TO SHARE @affectionatelyrs @raysletters @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @firstsprinces @priincebutt @getmehighonmagic @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @zwiazdziarka @rmd-writes @heybuddy-drabbles AND OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO SHARE! <3

#wips #rwrb #firstprince #red white and royal blue fic

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theconstantsidekick · 9 months

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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (7) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (future)

Genre: Angsty city babyy!

Summary: The Avengers have a reunion... in Germany... at the airport... with a few new members.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence

a/n: this was so hard to write wtf?

As soon as she and Steve have the grounded chopper in sight, An electro-disabler slams onto the chopper, frying the systems and rendering it useless. Steve and Y/n look up.

She watches with burning annoyance as Tony and Rhodey descend.

“Wow!” Tony fakes surprise looking at Rhodey, “It's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?”

“Definitely weird,” Rhodey answers.

“Hear me out, Tony,” Steve pleads. It almost seems genuine. “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.”

T'Challa leaps over a truck, “Captain.”

“Your Highness,” Steve replies.

“Anyway” Tony begins, as he walks around, “Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”

“You're after the wrong guy.”

“Your judgment is askew.” She’s seldom seen her brother this fucking furious, but then again, maybe it’s cause it’s Steve. “Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.”

“And there are five more super soldiers just like him,” Steve argues. “I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.”

And then,

“Steve—you know what's about to happen,” Natasha chimes in joining the growing confrontation. “Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”

No one’s addressed her since this entire thing—

“Why are you being so uncharacteristically fucking quiet!?” Tony screams at her.

Taken aback a bit, she straightens up. “What’s left to say?”

“Are you seriously going along with this? You know how this ends, way better than him,” Natasha tries to reason with her.

She shrugs. “I don’t—Frankly, I don’t care about any of this. I just want to go home.” She says it simple and sweet. Because it’s true. She understands that there is a threat looming but she’s sure Steve can handle it. If you asked her two weeks ago, she would have been enthusiastic about the whole thing, a mission to take down the last vestiges of HYDRA, of her nightmare—what’s not to love?

But that was then and this is now, and now she has to fight her way through her friends to fight with some villain and that just—call her selfish but that just seems unnecessarily tedious. She just wants this all to be over. Part of her wishes things could just go back to that party at the Tower before Ultron attacked. Everything was… It was all so easy then. She misses it.

“Then let’s go home!” Tony urges.

And all she can do is let out a laugh in disbelief. “I said I wanna go home… Not a fucking prison cell.”

Tony clenches his jaw. “ All right, I've run out of patience.” He cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Underoos!”

And suddenly, there is liquid spilling out onto tying up her and Steve’s hands. A person in tight fitted red and blue suit flips over and snatches the shield. He lands on top of a truck, joining the ensemble.

FUCK TONY! She thinks. What did you do?

“Nice job, kid,” Tony compliments with a smile.

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit—Wait! It's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's--it's perfect. Thank you.”

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation,” Tony comments.

“Okay. Cap… Captain,” Spider-Man nods. “Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.” If he weren’t wearing a mask, Y/n is sure he’d be smiling.

“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just—” He waves his hands dismissively. “—Good job.”

“Hey, everyone,” Spider-Man greets.

“You've been busy.” Steve notes, there is a blatant hint of disapproval in his words.

“And you’ve been a complete idiot!” Tony counters, pissed. “Dragging in Clint. ‘Rescuing’ Wanda from a place she doesn’t even want to leave—a safe space.”

“How are you any fucking different, Stark?!” Y/n bites back. She’s pissed too. If she hasn’t made it clear yet, she would like for it to be put on record that she is outraged, beyond outraged that she has to fight the tiny little family she has been able to piece together over something as heinous as her fear of being imprisoned again. She hates every second of it but this?

This is a new level of stupid on Tony’s part.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you bring him here?” She asks, pointing at Spider-Man. She’s well aware of who he is. It is her job to know. Which means she knows, that he’s just a fucking kid!

Y/n is about to blow a fucking gasket.

Tony just runs a hand over his face, looking exhausted. “I did what I had to do. You’re not giving me a lot of options here.”

“Fuck off, Tony!” She throws back because that is nowhere near a valid excuse to bring the kid into this.

“I'm trying to keep—” He sighs. “I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart,” Tony urges.

“You did that when you signed,” Steve answers.

That might be the only thing that she and Steve agree on.

“Alright, We're done,” Tony announces. “You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys—with no compunction about being impolite.” He pauses for a second, and then a final plea, “Come on.”.

Sam’s voice rings out over the comms, “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hanger five, north runway.”

Instantly both she and Steve hold their hands up and Clint shoots the web off.

Tony’s helmet goes up as he turns to look at the source of the arrow.

“Alright, Lang,” Steve signals Lang to get to it.

And Lang does not disappoint.

“Hey, guys, something—” Spider-Man is cut off by Lang sizing back up from Cap’s shield and retrieving it.

“Whoa. What--what the hell was that?” Rhodey asks aloud, confused as fuck.

Lang hands the shield back to Steve, “I believe this is yours, Captain America.”

“Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her.” Tony announces all their locations. “Rhodey, you want to take Cap?” He asks before flying off.

“Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes,” Rhodey calls out, as he begins to take flight.

Steve launches his shield, aiming for the chest of Rhodey’s suit, temporarily incapacitating him.

“Barnes is mine!” T’Challa runs off and Steve swiftly follows behind.

Spider-Man swings away upon receiving whatever order he receives from Tony.

“I’m gonna—” Lang points over to Rhodey, to which Y/n just nods in response.

“Guess that just leaves you and me,” Natasha notes.

Y/n smiles a little, “In any other circumstance I would’ve enjoyed that more.”

Natasha smiles too, before she lunges at her.

Y/n easily dodges every attack that Natasha throws at her. Nat’s trained. She’s amazing, agile and utterly formidable… But Y/n is better. Looking at her, it’s easy to forget that while she’s damn near ancient at this point. But she is. She has done this a lot longer than any other member of her team.

“You’re not fighting me,” Natasha notes.

Dodging another punch, “I don’t want to,” Y/n answers.

“How do you plan on fixing this?” She asks.

Taking a step back, with furrowed brows, “Why am I supposed to solve it?”

“Well, it was supposed to be us—you and I, together. But then you decided to leave with Steve.” Natasha counters. Her attacks are getting more intrusive, it’s taking a lot more work to dodge them.

“I left cause of Sergant Barnes, Steve cannot handle him alone and you know it,” Y/n reasoned.

“And you can?”

“I’m not alone, am I?” Y/n’s getting a little annoyed.

“That doesn’t feel like a betrayal at all,” Natasha bites back, kicking her hard in the side.

“Fuck!” Y/n curses. Clicking her tongue, she swallows a groan while holding her side. “Yeah, like you didn’t fucking betray me signing that goddamn document.”

“These boys are demarcating the playground, claiming a side of their own.” Natasha lands another blow on her chest, making her stumble back sputtering. “They can’t clean up after themselves. They are too headstrong, too naive to see sense. We have to fix this!”

Y/n has had enough. When Natasha carges at her again, she stops her. Blocking with one hand, she knees Nat in the side. “It’s not my fucking responsibility!” Pushing her back, she counters Nat’s attacks easily. “I never wanted to be a part of this shit show. I didn’t want it then, I don’t want it now. This is not my fucking mess!” Y/n throws a punch. ”I just want to go home.”

Natasha blocks her. And then… then she fucking smiles.

It’s not a cunning one. It’s not mocking either. It’s something like sympathy.

“You’re fighting me,” Natasha notes. And belatedly, Y/n realises, that yeah… yeah she is. “You’re always going to be a better fighter than me, Y/n. But this,” she taps at Y/n’s chest, right above her heart, “you let this loose way too easily. You make it too damn easy for me to do this.” Natasha manouvers herself around Y/n and pins her to the floor, trapped between fucking her legs. Fuck me, Y/n thinks. With a crippling elbow punch to the gut, Natasha gets up on her feet, leaving Y/n coughing on the floor.

“Just say what you want to say,” Y/n asks from where she’s lying flat on her ass.

“You cannot keep claiming Switzerland. You don’t want to pick a side? Don’t. Be on your own side, but don’t keep pretending to be uninvolved. Look around you, Y/n… you already are involved.”

With that, Natasha is off too, leaving Y/n to gather up her leftover dignity.

The fight, or well should she call it the fights—cause there are multiple—the fights continue. Vision enters the arena and draws a literal line in the sand.

“Captain Rogers,” he says, levitating above them, “I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now.”

As politely as it’s worded, it still remains a warning. Warning Steve to stop, but come on. Has that ever fucking worked with Steve ‘Bullheaded’ Rogers?

Both teams charge at each other and Y/n just hates all of it. It feels absurd to fight against the people she has fought shoulder to shoulder, but in the moment, it feels like she just doesn’t have a choice… Does she?

She loses track of everyone she faces off, but rest assured it’s everyone but the Spider-Man. She tries her best to avoid using her powers, bringing up her armour only as defence. The powers—her attacks are meant to harm. These aren’t the people she would ever wish harm upon.

Eventually she stumbles upon Spider-Man, barely holding up what once must have been a gangway. Manifesting the armour onto her arms and then curling her hand around the hilt of her sword as it’s forming into existence from her dimension, she glitches in just above him and free falls to the ground, cutting the whole thing down.

She lands on her knee.

“Miss Stark!” Spider-Man yells out in excitement, dropping the halved gangway with ease. “It is so great to meet you! I am a huge fan, especially of your—”

She cuts him off, her sword disassembling out of existence, “Who did that?” she asks, pointing at the completely unrecognizable gangway.

“Captain America,” he answers easily. “Aren’t you on his team?”

“I don’t know which fucking team I’m on!” Y/n answers, throwing her arms up in utter frustration.

The kid for his part remains calm, giving her a moment to compose herself again.

Sighing, she looks up at him, “Do you make it a habit of willing following men dressed like stop signs to Germany, or is this one off thing?”

“Mr. Stark said he needed help… How could I say no?”

There so much fucking ernestness in his words it burns Y/n from within.

“Go home, kid,” she tells him. “Tony—he…” She shakes her head. “All this is way too bigger than you…”

“I can handle it,” he replies, sounding almost desperate.

“I don’t doubt it,” She answers, because she doesn’t. “But you’re better at being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” With that she begins to walk away.

The kid, however, has other ideas. He shoots a web at her and instantly her sword manifests once again, cutting it down before it can stick to her. “Don’t be dumb, kid,” she scolds gently, glitching a few meters away. “Go home!” She yells out and glitches out of his sight.

As it goes on, at some point, a realization strikes them all.

“We gotta go,” Barnes’ voice rings out over the comms. She’s not sure she’ll ever get used to having that voice in her ear speaking anything but crude monosyllabic words in German. “That guy's probably in Siberia by now.”

“We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Tony. You get to the jet,” Steve replies. “Y/n, think you can take on Vision?”

“You bet you star-spangled ass—” She’s cut off before she can verbally assault Steve for questioning her at all.

“No, you get to the jet! All three of you!” Sam reasons, sounding a little strained. When she spots him in the air, Rhodey hot on his trail. “The rest of us aren't getting out of here.”

She wants to cut in, but before she gets the chance to, T’Challa throat punches her, pissing her off. Her focus shifts to handling the King of Wakanda.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint chimes in.

“This isn't the real fight, Steve,” Sam urges softly.

“Alright, Sam,” Steve acquieces. “What's the play?”

“We need a diversion, something big,” Sam says.

“I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long,” Scott answers instantly over the comms. “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half—don't come back for me.”

“He's gonna tear himself in half?” Barnes questions, sounding just as confused as she feels.

“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asks him.

“I do it all the time. I mean once…in a lab,” Scott answers.

“And then what happened?” Y/n asks, finally being able to find her voice, having pinned T’Challa on the ground with her thighs roped around his neck.

“Then I passed out,” Scott answers.

“Awesome,” Y/n remarks before, T’Challa lands a blow on her side, making her losen her grip. Both are quickly on their feet again.

“You’ve gotten better, your majesty,” She tells him. T’Challa has always been a great fighter—trained by the Dora Malaje, of course she expects no less. “It feels like it was yesterday when I saw your father teaching you how to wield a staff.”

He charges at her with so much anger. “How dare you talk about my father when you choose to protect his murder!”

“T’Challa—” She tries but he’s not in a listening mood. He’s in an attacking mood; he keeps coming at her relentlessly. She dodges every strike.

“After all the kindness he showed you, you protect Barnes!? You are a traitor!”

“He didn’t kill your father, T’Challa! You have to know that,” Y/n tries to reason but clearly it has no affect. In the end she realizes she is not left with much of a choice.

Before she can react on her realization, however, Scott fucking Lang decides to grow to the size of fucking building.

“Mother of whore-loving motherfucker,” Y/n is damn near astounded.

“I guess that’s the signal,” Sam’s voice comes in from the comms.

As soon as the shock fades, T’Challa charges at her again and she does the same. Running at him, she uses the momentum kneeing him in the chest. He stumbles back a little, she takes that moment to kick him in the back of calve, disbalancing him to make him fall and as he falls, she strikes him in the chest.

With that, she glitches away.

“Y/n, you coming?” Steve asks over the comms.

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly, spotting Vision who’s eyes are set on Steve and Bucky who are running towards the quinjet.

She’s glitching in and out. Popping out of her dimension to attack Vision and then popping back in to stop herself from falling. It’s a fucking taxing thing, fighting an super-enhanced android with weird magic powers in the air, especially when you can’t fly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asks her on the radio.

“It means I’m fucking thinking about it!” She bites back.

“What’s there to think about?” Clink asks.

“I don’t know!” She glitches into her dimension. “Fuck” She says to herself, then glitches out. “Something about my responsibility in all this—I don’t fucking know!”

And then Vision decides to shoot a beam at her with the mindstone. Her armour deflects but the force throws her to the ground.

The fall hurts, it aches. It makes her ache in places she hasn’t ached since HYDRA had her. It’s all very fucking meloncholy if you ask her. So, you cannot blame her when she lies on her ass for a couple seconds, trying to recuperate.

Meanwhile, Vision uses his beam to cut the control tower in half. It begins to collapse over the entrance to the hanger the quinjet is in. Wanda tries to hold off the debris from crumbling to the ground, keeping the way clear for Steve and Barnes who are fast approaching on foot. However, Rhodey intervenes, blasting her with a sonic boom, making her loose control.

All of that is for naught, though, because Steve and Bucky do make it in.

“Need a hand?” A gold-titanium allow hand, painted bright red is extended to her.

She takes the hand, letting it help her stand on her feet. “Thanks,” she tells him. “Shouldn’t you be spending this time stopping them?” She asks, pointing at the scene unfolding behind them.

“I’m trying to stop you,” Tony says evenly. And then, before she can even tell him she’s not sure if he needs to, if what she really wants to do is stick around and fix it—she doesn’t know how exactly but she wants to try, if any of this is necessary, she hears a sound. It’s a sound that has become almost ambient to her, a sound that used to bring her comfort, a sound that used to mean there was someone watching her back—the sound of Tony’s repulsors being activated.

She feels the hit before he even aims for it.

“Don’t make me stop you, Stark,” Tony says sofly, his eyes are welling up but so are hers. She has categorically avoided him the entire time, knowing full well that faced with him, she’d just surrender and find a way to escape at a later point. But this… This fucking hurts.

It burns her. It burns her from within.

The man doesn’t even have to take the shot to make her bleed.

But his arms come up to aim the repulsors at her anyway.

“Really?” She asks him.

“I don’t want to do this,” he begs.

It doesn’t matter though, it doesn’t fucking matter because he is doing it. He’s aiming at her. Her baby brother is aiming his weapons at her, hesitantly but he’s aiming nonetheless. It fucking breaks her her.

Her hands clench into fists. A tear escapes her eyes. And a single word slips out of her lips “Traitor.”

She glitches away.

When she glitches out, she’s facing Natasha.

As their eyes meet, Natasha fires a widow bite from her wrist. Y/n waits for the hit but it never comes, turning back she met with T’Challa, who’s being incapacitated by the low voltage shocks from the widow bite.

“Oh,” Y/n notes, turning back at Natasha.

Her brows forrow at that reaction. “What?” When all Y/n does is point at T’Challa behind him, Nat continues, “What are you waiting for? Go!”

“I—I’m not going…” she answers, dumbly. “I came here to stop you from stopping—” her eyes fly to Barnes and Steve who are already inside the jet. “—them…”

“Not going?” Natasha asks, with a smile.

Clenching her jaw, Y/n replies, “Not yet.”

Natasha just nods at her.

As the two super soldiers take off, T’Challa frees himself and tries to grab onto the jet but fails inevitably, landing easily on the ground.

He comes to face Natasha and even with the mask on Y/n can practically see how pissed off he is.

“I said I'd help you find him, not catch him. There's a difference,” Natasha tells him with a somewhat false sense of confidence, knowing very well herself that she’s lying.

This is awkward, is all Y/n can think as she stands between the two of them.

As the three of them make their way out, she watches as Lang is going down in all his (Gi)Ant-Man might, Spider-Man’s webbing tied around his legs. Tony and Rhodey punch him out of the sky and Y/n can see the last vestiges of her ‘side’ crumbling.

In front of her, a few meters ahead, Vision has Wanda in her grasp, holding onto her and protecting her gently.

While the jet flies off, Rhodey and Tony both take off after it, Sam is hot on their trails. Either of the two iron-men must call out an order because then Vision looks up at them in the sky. He uses the mind stone again, shooting off a beam. She’s sure it’s meant for Sam, but he folds away his wings, dropping altitude so the beam misses him entire, hitting Rhodey instead.

For the next minute or so, everything happens in slow-motion.

Rhodey begins to fall. He begins falling from the sky.

Her confusion over his inaction only lasts a second but the moment its clear that the beam hit Rhodey’s core, shutting the suit down, Y/n runs into action.

She begins glitching in and out, trying to get higher and closer to Rhodey, coming out only to calculate how much farther he is from her reach.

Glitch, need to be higher.

Glitch, need to be closer.

Glitch, need to be further.

Glitch, need to be faster.

She can reach him. She’s sure.

But…

But the ground is creeping in and Rhodey’s been falling for way too long.

She needs to slow his speed or he’ll—

No time to think.

No time for anything but action.

The next time she glitches out, she grabs Rhodey.

“Y/n!” He yells out, afraid and lost.

“I got you,” she tells him. “I got you, Rhodey.”

She glitches him into her dimension, trying to decrease his speed.

“FUCK!”

It’s not easy.

Fuck it’s damn near impossible for her.

She’s not good enough.

Especially not good enough at controlling her dimension when he’s been freefalling from the sky, in an impeccably heavy suit of weapons, and machine and metal. He’d been falling too long, with too much weight.

She holds onto him, making her dimension denser, not enough but still, denser.

Manouvering herself under him, she extends her armour from her arms to span across her back. If she can’t slow him to a halt, she can cushion his fall.

When they glitch out of the dimension, the change in force hits them hard, slowing them down a little bit more. But the wind does not cooperate. The wind is a fucking bitch. Y/n cannot completely sustain the suits weight on her, but she tries her best.

As they brace themselves for what will undoubtedly be a rough fucking landing, the last thing she sees is Tony flying towards them.

They crash.

The impact creates a fucking pit in the ground.

Before she can try helpless to move Rhodey off of her to check on him, Tony lands next to them and does it.

He pulls off Rhodey’s face plate, and asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to check his vitals.

“Heartbeat detected. Emergency medical is on its way,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replies.

His eyes fly over to Y/n then. Hand on her chest in an instant, He says, “ F.R.I.D.A.Y. assess damage.”

“I’m fine,” Y/n tries, pushing him off of her but the blood she coughs out makes it seem like an act.

“Six broken ribs and heavy internal bleeding, sir. But her hearbeat holding steady. Miss Stark will be fine till the emergency medical arrives.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. tells him.

Y/n doesn’t care, she tries to get up but struggles somewhat hopelessly. Tony’s hands come to help her and she manages to get onto her knees to look at Rhodey.

He’s bleeding, she notes, from his nose.

Her jaw clenches, eyes watering up.

Somewhere behind them, Sam lands on his feet and apologizes. Tony blasts him with his repulsors but Y/n can’t bring herself to give a damn.

Both siblings wait there—lost and scared, each with a hand on the chest of their best friend, and prayers on their lips to a God they stopped believing in, waiting for help to arrive.

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artthemasquerade · 9 months

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I felt like making a series of wedding photos of my Devilman ships, as I can imagine character relationships change throughout the timeloops. The first one is Ryokira from the late 80s (Think the OVA verse)

second is Miki/Miko (Miki Kuroda) from the crybaby timeline of the 2010s (Well in my AU the crybaby verse is heavily edited but I can't really say more until I actually get around to watching crybaby)

third is Akira/Miki being married together in the early 00s

and finally forth is Ryo/Miki from the late 70s

These were all so fun to make and I love drawing clothes from the different decades, and it was fun to make the backgrounds and play with simple rendering. :D

Now I've finished this series, I think I'll work on drawing more art of my Devilman ocs, might take me a while since I've got a commission to work on and I'll need to pace myself XD

Btw if you like what you see and want a commission drop me a direct message on tumblr, instagram or a note on deviantart

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Your spidersona really inspired me to get back into my own, made him when spider-verse came out, and didn't touch it since but seeing your content really inspired!

I loved seeing your comic redraws and even did some myself! I really love your rendering style and how bouncy your art is - I hope to get my art like that one day!

I've definitely taken some inspiration with your gradient of colours as an overlay. Sorry if this is weird but I'm just so excited about this oc because of creator's like you making content. Showing that it's okay to just indulge in stuff like this and can be really cool! It's so awesome!

You’re absolutely welcome!!! They look SO COOL!!

and the gradient thing I’ve seen other people use for their spidersonas which is why I did it for mine, it really is a neat effect! I think there’s a few canon spiderfolk who also have gradients on their costumes? can’t think of any off the top of my head, but I’m sure people who’ve read the comics can respond and tell you a whole list.

but yeah!!! your art is amazing!!! What you mean you want it to look like mine?? (jkjk I’m flattered skjdfhksd) and thank you so much, too!!

#//long post #my art #phone art #spidersona #don't think about the proportions too much it's FINE.

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softinvasions · 5 months

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[ and ] • Nov. 2023

only you resist every ending reeling with grief undone in perpetual longing reconstructing how I looked when you emboldened by that deathless unreachable light imagined singing and turned carrying on; endless.

#p #composition #acrostic #archive #what love rendered me in verse?#the box of language desires form but not restraint #column poem thats also a double acrostic. continuing to invent increasingly fucked up forms of poetry #this is like...a spiritual successor to louise glück's lute song #orpheus[ and ]eurydice thesis

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msmargaretmurry · 8 months

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"also i have EXTENSIVE thoughts on brady's thoughts about quinn and matthew at boots and quinn's thoughts about brady's thoughts"

the people (me, i'm people) would LOVE to hear about these c.c (<- my new keyboard rendering of the eyes emoji that i just made up). especially quinn's thoughts about brady's thoughts, i'm desperate to hear

i love that you and @leapyeap both sent asks about this. my friends with great priorities 💞

i am going to share some of my thoughts but not all of my thoughts because some of them are thoughts i am hoping to employ in potential future installments of the haw!verse and therefore i must keep them secret, keep them safe, etc.

so the line from the quinn pov scene about this is: "Brady didn’t say so, but Quinn’s pretty sure he’d kind of hoped that Quinn and Matthew would have some sort of heart-to-heart about liking dudes at the festival and come home to tell him all about it."

quinn is pretty spot on about this! at this point in time brady is very much in a place where he desperately wants matthew to confide in him but doesn't want to have to be the one to bring it up, so he's like, well, maybe a drunk weekend with my gay best friend will provide some coming out situations! which they will then obviously tell me about! and then we can all just be honest all the time and everything will be great!

obviously quinn loves brady and thinks he is the best best friend in the world but he also thinks brady doesn't quite fully grasp how tough it can be to be gay in the nhl. which he is also spot on about, but doesn't generally mind because brady is so aggressively well-intentioned. he has some lightly mixed feelings about brady pushing him and matthew to be closer friends because he feels awkward about the concept of "you both like dick, you should be friends" but also like... matthew does let him talk about brady all he wants, so that is a trait quinn appreciates.

a thing that brady thinks that quinn is not quite picking up on is that... well. brady is sure that one day quinn is going find a great guy who will snatch him up to go get married and make babies. adopt babies? (he makes a mental note to google how gay couples acquire babies.) anyway, while he fully believes that quinn DESERVES to be snatched up by a great guy he always finds the concept a little uncomfortable because what if making a new family with his hot husband or whoever means quinn isn't part of brady's family anymore? that would be horrible. so he has this tiny thought where maybe it would be good if matthew and quinn fell in love and got married so quinn could be ACTUALLY part of their family FOREVER? that could totally happen over a drunk weekend at boots. as long as they never, like, kiss in front of him. that would be weird. but other than that it would be totally cool and normal and he would feel so cool and normal about it.

#ask #ratnovel #brady and quinn #hockey for ts

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iavulture · 23 days

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It might seem crazy what I'm 'bout to say, but...

Recently I brought up two thoughts about Despicable Me 4 with a friend of mine over on Discord, specifically about Gru Jr. In fact, I've been thinking about it for a few days now, but it does tie into an idea I've been obsessed with to the point that I wrote a fanfic related to it.

… Namely, that Gru's son will be someone special, and that he probably will be an AVL agent when he grows up. Probably in a hypothetical sequel/spin-off series that I personally like to call "Agent Gru" (creative, I know, but just stick w/ me).

Now I know that the movie hasn't been out yet, and that this post could possibly be rendered moot in the future, but why don't we indulge in some speculation, shall we?

Thought #1:

Okay, this is more of an observation than anything, but I found it interesting that Gru Jr. has blue eyes and red hair, just like his father and mother respectively. I've done a bit of digging, and I found out that blue eyes + red hair is apparently a very rare combination of eye color + hair color traits. According to this article, about 0.17% of the human population has this combination, making Jr. unique in that regard.

(I even joked that the powers that be in the Despicable Me/Minions universe saw Gru's family and, after Gru and Lucy did it, really said: "You shall be blessed with a son, and so you shall have children with all of the natural hair colors." Additionally, the powers that be also decided that said son should win the genetics lottery and gave him a rare combination of traits. Which leads me to a question: if red hair is a recessive trait, what part of Gru's side of the family had red hair that led him to be a carrier of that recessive gene? I'm probably just overthinking it, but it's something interesting to think about, y'know?)

Ofc, there's also the possibility that the hair color/eye color might change as he grows up, but I digress.

tl;dr Gru's son is special because of his unique combination of phenotypes.

Which sort of leads into…

Thought #2:

Okay, here's the real meat of my crazy idea/speculation, and it starts with an observation of two characters from DM1 and DM2.

Remember Vector? (DM1)

Or Antonio? (DM2)

You notice any similarities between these two?

If not, I'll say it.

Vector is the biological son of Mr. Perkins.

And Antonio is the biological son of Eduardo Perez aka El Macho.

And bc Rule of Three seems to be in order, Gru Jr. is the biological son of Gru, thus three supervillains (well, more like two villainous characters and one who turned good anyway) are fathers with biological sons.

But wait! That's not the most interesting observation that I have about them. It's actually…

… Where the sons fall on the morality scale, though it's currently debatable where Jr. will lie. So get this.

Vector is a full-on villain, as he's the main antagonist of DM1

I see Antonio as the "neutral" son, bc he's not exactly villainous like his dad; the worst he does is break Margo's heart in DM2, but otherwise he's kinda a normal kid

Which leads me to this idea: what if Gru Jr. is the "good" son of the trio? Like…

I can't see him becoming a villain like his dad once was (remember that Gru stole things in order to try and impress his neglectful mother!), and seeing how he acts around Lucy and how she seems to handle the kids (she's better than Marlena ofc), I kinda see him as a bit of a momma's boy rather than someone with mommy issues like his dad once did. Overall, he's born into a loving family whose members care for each other very much to where the only realistic reason as to why he would become bad is through a bad outside influence.

At the bare minimum, he'll grow up to be an ordinary guy w/ an ordinary life, but I honestly can't see that bc 1) his family circumstances don't exactly add up to an ordinary life (his parents are AVL agents for one thing) and 2) unless Illumination gets tired of the DM/Minions 'verse, I can't see them settling on an ordinary character as a protagonist. I mean, can you imagine if Jr. was the head of a jelly/jam business just like what Gru was trying to do at the start of DM2?

In other words, I don't really believe he'll be a villain or an ordinary guy. Like, there's little to nothing that could possibly lead him to either of those paths, unless something drastic happens in 4 or in another movie that has him. I think it's more likely he'll be actively on the side of good and be smth like an AVL agent like his parents. Plus, and I know this might be a bit harsh in regards to the girls, but I can (realistically) see him being the next-gen main character of the series. At the same time, though, I do hope that he gets to interact w/ his older sisters in DM4 and beyond (whatever that'll be like); hell, in the fic that I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I imagined him and Edith to be in the AVL, with Edith being like a weapons/gadget specialist like Q from James Bond with an additional enthusiasm for fighting (and I also imply that she might've taught him a few things along the way, such as fighting skills).

Oh, and one last thing: considering that Jr. has a scarf like his protagonist parents (I don't count minor characters w/ scarves like Antonio here), it's likely that he will be a protagonist in DM4 and possibly even future movies after it. (Apparently having one automatically gives you a high chance to be a protag in this 'verse? I joke, but y'know…)

So… yeah. Sorry for the long post, but I just had to get this off my chest since it's been nagging me for a little while now.

#despicable me #despicable me 4 #theory #long post #gru jr

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whippersnappersbookworm · 11 months

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Kaadhal avargaludaiyadhu

Kundavai fidgeted with her bangles as she sat down in the boat. It has been almost an hour since Vandiyathevan was captured by her guards and has been held captive on an abandoned island under her strict orders. Is he alright? Did the guards treat him with care like I asked them to or did they …? Various thoughts were running through Kundavai's head as the boat moved forward. Kundavai was known across Chola Nadu for her incredible presence of mind and her way with words, but right now that very princess seems to be struggling with composing a sentence in her mind. How am I gonna do it? Kundavai thought. How does one express one's feelings to someone? Why has no one ever taught her this? She is well versed in everything starting from state craft , to poetry, but she doesn't know how to confess her feelings to a man? How can this happen?- Kundavai sighed as she covered her face in frustration.

Since she was a child, Kundavai was never the one to get blown away by feelings. She was always the picture of perfection, logical and practical . Love or any other kind of absurd feeling didn't have any place in her small world. But this certain Vanar warrior changed everything for her. He arrived out of nowhere like a gust of wind in her life and transformed the practical Illavarasi into a simpering girl. How did he do this ?- Kundavai wondered aloud. From where did he learn this art of winning the hearts of young maidens with nothing but a few words? He is the only man who had the power to render Kundavai speechless.

It had been three months since Kundavai had met the Vanar Kulam veer , three months since she had struggled with all these unknown emotions. All these months , Kundavai had tried her best to ignore those unruly thoughts , she had tried her best to drive Vanthiyer away from her dreams . But the news of him drowning in the sea together with his brother ,changed everything. Being brought up with two warriors made Kundavai hard-hearted; crying was always a sign of weakness to her . But the news of her beloved and her brother drowning in the sea broke her stone-cold facade, and revealed a side of her which was unknown to everyone. It has forced her to finally acknowledge her feelings for Vallavaryan, to accept the fact that love is not a myth , it is a very real thing. Three months of separation had proven to her that she couldn't live without this warrior. She needs him like a fish needs water to survive, or like a Chakor needs the moon. She is incomplete without him and his love.

" Leave me ! I am not a spy ! I have brought good news for your Illavarasi!"- Vallavaryan's screaming brought Kundavai back to reality. She looked up to find him on the abandoned island , blindfolded and handcuffed just like she ordered. Kundavai took a final breath to compose herself as she got down from the boat. This is it , this is the moment she has been waiting for , for three months.

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Ropes dug into Vandiyathevan's hands as he tried to break free. He has been struggling to get out from his handcuffs for an hour now , his whole body is tired by the journey; it doesn't have enough strength to work its way out of those tight ropes. Vandiyathevan entered the city of Pazhayarai with many dreams in his eyes. He spent his whole journey daydreaming about the beautiful princess, the queen of his heart. Oh how beautiful she will look when I tell her about my brave deeds , how happy she will be when she gets to know that her dear thambi is alive. Will she compliment me on my bravery? What if she smiled at me and asked me what I wanted as my reward for such an honorable deed? What will I say ? Can I ask her to give me a small piece of her jewelry as a keepsake to remember our rendezvous? Will she remember me? Of course she will! How can she ever forget the man she sent to bring back her brother? She promised that she would wait for me. Does that count as something?

But all this wonderful bubble of imagination he built in his head was burst as soon as he reached the palace. The princess didn't even bother to glance at him! She completely ignored his presence and, on top of that, all these stupid soldiers decided to capture him and put him in this godforsaken place!

" Ahhhh!"- He screamed in frustration and prayed to every god he knew

" Please Shiva Perumal, kanan , or whatever god is out there! Please help me get out of this situation! I promise I will never lie or trick someone again! I will also stop flirting with women, but please let me get out of here ! I am still so young, I don't want to die without having the chance to gaze at Ilavarasi's beautiful smile for one last time. "

Suddenly, a sound of someone advancing, stopped his chain of thoughts. He could hear someone coming! Someone is here. The gods have heard his prayer

" Who are you!"- Vallavaryan tried his best to make his voice sound menacing.

" Let me go or otherwise, I am perfectly capable of killing you , even if I am blindfolded."

Suddenly, there was a sound of whoosh as his captor took out his beloved sword from his belt.

Vallavaryan panicked internally, his only source of bravery now gone . What is he going to do now?

" Where is Arulmolzhi Varman "- his captor asked as they circled around him.

" Oh they have sent a woman then"- Vallavaryan smirked , ah there is a chance then . A woman can't do anything to him , he can easily charm his way out of here.

" Why should I tell you ?"

The sword swiftly landed on his neck.

" Don't you value your head?"

Vallavaryan smiled at the woman's words

" You are not going to behead me."

" Why?"- she asked as she pushed the sword down his neck , making him wince in pain.

" Because I have good news for your princess."

His captor took a moment to consider his words, then, with a swift blow, uncuffed his hands .

Vandiyathevan sighed in relief ,

" Ah she trusts me , maybe now she will take me to the princess."

" What good news?"

" Why should I tell you ?"- asked Vandiyathevan as she stopped him from taking off his blindfold. " Because the princess sent me "- the word stopped Vandiyatheva

" The ilavarasi sent you?"- he could finally see some light at the end of this dark tunnel.

Was she the one who captured him? That means she remembers him! There is still hope.

" What did she say?"

The sword was once again back in his throat, dangerously close to his pulse,

" Slay the spy!"- The mystery woman replied

Suddenly, a familiar scent of Jasmine and sandalwood hit Vandiyathevan's nostrils as his captor moved forward. There is something very familiar about this smell. Who is she? Vandiyathevan wondered , do I know her? Is she by any chance? Vallavaryan stopped in his tracks . Yes it is her! Who else can it be? This particular smell had been in his mind since the day he met her in the boat. It has haunted his dreams back in Eezham, accompanying him throughout his journey. Vandiyathevan decided to try his luck , as he put his hand on the tip of the sword.His captor allowed it.

" She doesn't remember me? "- Vandiyathevan said as he slowly approached her.

" No, she must have forgotten you."

"Probably, I am, after all, a landless warrior and she is the daughter of Chakravarthy, besides..."

" Besides?"

" I heard she is going to marry Parthibendan soon."

"So ? What is that to you?"- her voice quivered, making him smile.

" Nothing really. Who am I After all? I don't own a patch of land. What can I desire?"

He slowly touched her hands , and fire ignited in his body as he felt her soft hands in his rough ones.

" What do you desire?"- Vandiyathevan could feel the princess coming closer to him, the smell of Jasmine and sandalwood now driving him mad, making him burn with desire and passion. As if challenging him to take off his blindfold and pull her into his arms.

" Many things"- he replied, trying to control himself from doing something rash.

" Who told you that the princess is going to marry Parthibendan?"

" She isn't? Really?"- now it was her turn to surprise him.

" No. "

" Why?"

He slowly brings her closer, hope now filling his mind.

What if the princess feels something for him? What if? A man can certainly dream.

" Because thoughts of someone else fill her mind."

Vandiyathevan could feel his world stop for a moment, several thoughts running in his head as he heard the sword drop behind him and the princess gasp at his touch.

" He promised her something but has now forgotten about it."

" What promise? I kept my promise, Arulmolzhi Varman is safe!"- Vandiyathevan almost screamed in frustration, his hands itching to take off his blindfold and sweep the princess from her feet, to take her in his arms and run away to the lands of fairy tales where there would be no politics, no Nandhini, no impending war to distract them.

" That was an order not a promise"-She replied, her voice now reduced to a whisper.

Vandiyathevan could feel her breath in his face , caressing his ears as if teasing him to capture her lips with his

" He promised that his heart is not his anymore, it now belongs to me"

A smile appeared on Vandiyathevan's face as he remembered a certain vow he made in his first meeting with the princess. She remembered everything,she felt the same for me, it was never a one-sided admiration but something more than that.

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Kundavai looked at his beloved's face as the realization dawned upon him. A beautiful smile broke into his face, making her heart skip a beat.

That damned smile , the smile that started everything

He tried to take off his blindfold but she stopped him .She needed a minute before she gazed into his twinkling eyes , a minute before he looked at her , all decked up to meet him . She needed a minute to do something she always wanted from the very first moment she gazed upon him.

Kundavai took a deep breath as she moved forward. She could practically smell him now. His smell makes her feel comfortable and safe, it reminds her of the childhood she had left behind. She looked down at his lips , parted and gasping for breath as if eagerly waiting for her . She closed her eyes and slowly leaned forward to touch his lips with hers. A strange sensation passed through her body as soon as she felt his lips on her , making her move back gasping for breath. She could feel fire burning in her heart and a strange sensation in her stomach.

What was she doing? Did she lose her mind? What if someone saw them?

Kundavai tried running away but she was too late. A strong hand captured her and brought her back to her previous position.

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The kiss was unexpected. Vandiyathevan expected her to hold his hands or maybe an innocent peek on his cheeks, but the kiss came out of nowhere. But he should not be amazed ,everything was unusual with his princess. He ripped off the blindfold as he brought her near. She was dressed in white from head to toe , a red blush creeping into her face making her look as beautiful as ever. In Vallavaryan's eyes, Kundavai's beauty was incomparable and could rival the heavenly Apsaras or the greatest of beauties. She can rage storms and wildfires with one look of her eyes ,her smile can stop the world from burning. It could even rival the beautiful flowers, she was more than perfect in his eyes.

" I didn't know the princess could blush?"- he asked as he touched her cheeks

"Of course she can , she is a woman after all"-Kundavai replied as she looked up to gaze at his twinkling eyes. The same eyes that had stolen her heart like a thief

" Ilavarasi, I "

" Kundavai" - princess rendered the spy speechless as she puts a finger on his lips

" Call me by my name, Vallavaryan. I may be the princess to others, but to you I am just Kundavai. A mere woman who is standing in front of you, asking you to love her"

"Kundavai…"- Vandiyathevan whispered in her ears as he tucked away a stray hair

" My Kundavai, do you know how much I missed you, Ennavale? Do you know how much I yearned to hold you close like this?"

Kundavai giggled at his love-struck words.

" I knew that Vallavaryan is a great warrior from my brother's letter, but he never mentioned that he has such a way with words. Tell me Vanthiyer , how many women have you entrapped by all these honeyed words of yours?"

" Not a single one since I have met you, Kundavai, I swear on Shiva Perumal. You are the only one in my thoughts for those three agony-filled months. You were my only ray of light in those dark times, I only survived so I could come back and confess my love for you!"

" Really?"- Kundavai asked.

" Yes yes! "- He replied as he kissed her finger, making her gasp in surprise.

" Do you remember our previous births, Kanmani? Where you were, the goddess of the forest, and was I your humble servant? I spent my whole life waiting for you to glance at me but you never did! Then, do you remember when you were an apsara in Indra's court and I was a Gandarva ? I dedicate my life to your feet, but you just laugh at my folly? Do you remember when I was a poet and you were my muse? Do you remember when I dedicated all my poetry to you, and you didn't care to take a look? Do you remember all those lives, Kanmani? I have spent all my seven previous births yearning for you , and now finally my prayers are answered. The Gods have finally taken pity on this mere mortal and granted him a boon in the form of your love devi. You have made me the luckiest man on earth today Azhagiye.And I , the Vanar kulam Veer Vandiyathevan, promise with the sun and the ponni river as my witness that I will keep on loving you, the Illiya Piratti Kundavai till my very last breath. Even if you leave me or break my heart , I will keep loving you since the day I die."

" Oh Vandiyathevan!"- tears were now flowing down Kundavai's cheeks. She had imagined many things about her future since she was a little girl. She imagined being her father's pride, her brother's support. But never ever in any of her wildest dreams had she imagined a certain veer like him falling madly in love with her and promising her the world.

" And I , the Illayi Priratti Kundavai, also promise to you, Vanthiyer, as the sun and ponni river as my witness that the hand which held yours will never know the touch of another man"

Her last words were drowned by Vandiyathevan as he leaned upon her, stopping her midway by capturing her lips with his. The twin flames that were burning within them for all these days , were finally extinguished by the long-waited kiss. Finally, two souls whose story started on the banks of the Ponni find its course once again with Ponni as their witness .Their story will live on forever frozen in time , as long as Ponni blows through the heart of the great Chola Nadu. Dynasties will change, people will change, but their story will remain forever preserved in the water of Ponni.

Many people had already done their version of the proposal, so here is mine. Please tell me your honest thoughts about this. Also I am writing more fics on them , so you can give me prompts if you want ! I will try my best to write them down.

@gemsmusings Thanks for this prompt!

@vijayasena @vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @ambidextrousarcher @celestesinsight @yehsahihai @jukti-torko-golpo @kovaipaavai @rang-lo @dr-scribbler @ragkee @hollogramhallucination @thegleamingmoon @chiyaanvikram @arachneofthoughts @sakhiiii @harinishivaa @freeunknownwasteland @nspwriteups

#ponniyin selvan #kundavai #vandiyadevan

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liquorisce · 1 year

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What are some of your favorite fics? It doesn't have to be aot or something you've written

omg tysm for this question I love talking about my fav fics ESP BC SO MANY OF THEM ARE NON AOT 🙈🙈 I had to go to my ffn favs for this hihi

so this is list is home to the fics that I have truly idolised, read repeatedly and tried to emulate in some way or another in my own writing journey:

1. Heartbeat by letmeannoyyoutoday. U must have heard me screaming about this fic before. It is god tier, the angstiest, the most painful Sasusaku you can imagine. There isn’t even smut in it but still I’m rendered a sobbing mess everytime I read this story. And I read it every fortnight or so, I swear. canonverse. sasusaku get married.

2. The most dangerous things by Childoftheashes. Man this fic is the tastiest thing in the ichihime fandom istg. Ichigo is unapologetically horny and bossy and slutty and I love everything about it. Orihime is absolutely clueless and drives him up a wall and it’s literally completely smut! This author is one of my smut senseis. I also really love "chasing paper tigers like dreams" by her.

3. Sometimes I think the stupidest things by starsinew. Ok I’m sorry for putting this here bc this user doesn’t have this fic up anymore (I managed to find the epub and thank fuck for that) but I had to talk about it bc this fic changed me on a fundamental level. I fell in love with it so much, even to this day I look back at it with an education lens as to how to write smut. God tier. I hope this author is well and living their best life.

4. Friends with Benefits by confused panda bear. Syaosaku, card captor Sakura. Again a story that doesn’t exist anymore online but I still remember some of the dialogues bc they were so iconic. Definitely a primer on smut writing for me. I invite you to check out their other stories tho they’re literally the harugou mother, birthing the most insane crackship in the free! fandom and getting everyone else drunk on it thanks to their god tier writing.

5. Clarity by randomteenager — angsty but silly gruvia. i love it so much.

6. Seeking Ginny by Casca. Harry/Ginny fic with heavy emphasis on Ginny's personal growth.

7. How to Coexist by Spoilerarlert and also washed up and rundown, I haven't finished it yet but fuck its amazing so far. Both are modern AU stories, one in NYC and the other in Chicago. I can't recommend this author enough, they have a very original and compelling style of writing.

8. Little Beast by herblacktights. This is my fav modern au, high school eremika. If you haven't heard me raving me about this fic already then ur obviously new here. ITS AWESOME! go read it now

9. Dog by Ackermom. floch x eren at it's unhealthiest best. canonverse. This author is one my favs actually, I devour ALL of her work, no exception. I also really enjoyed her reibert fics.

10. Icarus & I by bluinary. Armin-centric. Modern AU. I read this many years ago but I think of it often. I loved Armin's journey in this fic.

11. Three Days by Lotos-Eater. Canonverse. An angsty smutty Shikatema fic where Shikamaru thinks he's lost her.

12. For everything there is a season by SouthSideStory. If y'all are sasusaku stans then you know SouthSideStory already. She's phenomenal. This one is angsty sequel which delves into Sakura's feelings post miscarriage. I highly recommend the prequel as well.

13. Fool for you by Hand of Destiny. Syaosaku. Card Captor Sakura. Syaoran is a business mogul from a very traditional Chinese family. Sakura is an innocent girl who decides to try giving the escort profession a go. God tier, I swear. It also has a sequel!

14. lost girl & found boy. eremika. lost girls-verse. mikasa wants to know how babies are made, etc. cw: teen pregnancy.

15. all you want by senlinyu. i just binged this yesterday. holy shit. it's the big daddy of m/f omegaverse fics, I swear. dramione. canonverse + omegaverse. really really good!!!

ty for the question <3

#anonymous conversations #fic recs

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rabbitenn · 5 months

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MATCHUP FOR @bubonicbambi

Hello, hun ! Thank you so much for all the information you sent, it was super detailed and really helped me determine your match. I really hope this is to your liking <3

As I was reading your ask, three potential boys crossed my mind, however, your preference in partner made me gravitate towards the two you’ll find as you keep reading…

Your idolish7 matchup is definitely good at carrying a conversation. Don’t be fooled by his cheerful exterior, he is more than capable of engaging in deeper topics. You will find very people who care more about their loved ones than he does, to the point of taking the brunt and facing consequences in order to protect his friends. His smile is definitely one hard to forget, and his drive when it comes to his passion is practically unrivaled. If you are sappy, he is sappier, endearment and affection present in everything he does.

Well, can you guess who is going to gift you a bouquet of vibrant roses tonight, dear? Come along, the MC for today’s show is already on standby…

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

Honestly, the more I read the information you sent, the more Momo and you together made sense to me.

You say you are clingy at times, liking to express your love and affection for your friends and loved ones, and making sure they know how appreciated they are. Well, Momo is pretty much the same way, and absolutely adores when you are affectionate with him, be it physically or verbally.

You are intuitive, a quality Momo shares too. However, where you’re more on the quiet and observant side, he is more proactive, his bubbly personality making it seem like his decisions come off a tad impulsive, landing him in situations of danger. So you two would create a nice balance in this aspect, all things considered.

You and Momo would be literally that couple trope of: talks a lot (Momo) and listens (you). There is something so endearing in the fuchsia galaxies of his starry gaze when he rambles on about the new song he’s writing lyrics for.

And because you like writing poetry, your boyfriend knows he can rely on you for advice on the lyrics he comes up with.

Moments like these feel rose colored to Re: vale’s idol; warm, like the shades you render on canvas.

He wonders now, what new masterpiece are you working on? A new poem? Or perhaps a story told in brushstrokes?

—

A sweet melody and the scent of rose tea greet Momo as he awakes.

Peachy hues filter in through the cream curtains of your bedroom, beams of sunrise dancing over the white silken sheets.

When he stretches, he finds the space beside him empty, the creases on the soft fabric still roused with your lingering warmth.

A knowing smile tugs at his lips. He knows he only has to follow the scent of floral tea to find your whereabouts.

With a soft yawn, your lover leaves the room, a gentle hummed symphony creating a rainbow bridge from him to you.

When he reaches the kitchen, it looks to him like the sun has fully risen.

There, sitting at the table, your favorite red mug in hand, you are.

One of your hands idly writes something on a light blue piece of paper, a sparkly pink pen (his color) leaving a trace of neat cursive in its wake.

You take a sip from the steaming liquid, your heartwarming song interrupted in the process and as soon as you catch sight of your boyfriend.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you clear your throat, your voice honey-like when you utter:

“Good morning, Momo.” Lips tilt up in a shy smile, as his mirror the gesture, the brightness of his smile, the truest dawn to you.

“Morning, my darling.” He tells you, as he hugs you from behind, taking a look at the words you have scribbled.

A new set of verses, he observes, his grin widening even more.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, the idol asks:

“Why did you stop singing, my lovely?” He leaves a trail of soft kisses on the side of your neck, making his way to your jawline, cheek, and the corner of your lips.

“Momo…” You whine, looking down, the temperature on your face rising.

You always got so shy when he caught you humming or singing some tune.

How could you not? He’s literally a top idol.

“You have a very pretty voice…” He tells you, nuzzling his nose against your neck, his hands finding yours as he has you hugged from behind. “I love it when you sing.”

You let out a sigh.

He really does know how to compliment you, huh?

“Well, thank you.” You softly say, turning your face around a little to leave a fleeting peck to his lips.

“Sing for me?” He asks of you, those eyes tinted in hibiscus petals, wide, almost like a puppy’s as he looks up at you.

How can you say no to that face?

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.

Then, a delicate melody threaded in the sweetness of rose gardens and herbal tea fills the space.

It embraces you two, a swing in the middle of an idyllic cottage, the grass scented breeze akin to a comforting linen blanket wrapped around you.

Instants like this… Momo wishes time would stop, relishing in this ideal dream you make come true with the notes you sing.

—

Getting annoyed when someone is mean or mistreats those you love is a trait you and Momo share. It is seen on several occasions how he goes above and beyond for his friends, so he’d be able to understand your feelings in that regard.

He also finds it so cute how you’re naturally gentle, warm and sweet; and yet are intrigued by gothic and darker topics. In a way, he mirrors that tendency, since he listens to emo rock, and, in contrast, he’s just about the cutest and most cheerful guy you can meet.

Momo would also be curious about the different aesthetics you like. He’d wonder if he and Yuki can include them in the outfits they wear on stage, and would let you try some on him.

He is someone who can also relate to the identity issues you mention. Nearing the five year anniversary of Re: vale, Momo felt like he was just a replacement, and the thought that he is still somehow dead weight to Yuki haunts him at times. So he really knows what it’s like, to be lost, to be scared of not meeting expectations, to wonder who you are and where you are going.

Talking about mbti now, while it is true infp (your type) and esfp (Momo’s mbti) have differences when it comes to discord on the socialization sphere, both types have in common the need for deep and emotional bonds. That is the key to your relationship.

Additionally, his more extroverted personality can help you get out of your shell, which is what you mention you’d like to do by having deep conversations.

Onto zodiac signs now, both virgo (your sign) and scorpio (Momo’s) value loyalty and deep respect for the other. That makes for a very solid match. Virgo is detailed oriented and perfectionist, while scorpio prioritizes passion, resulting in a very well balanced couple. Plus, both signs are intellectually driven, which brings us again to the topic of you two having interesting conversations over small talk.

You tell me you are fond of terms of endearment and affection in the form of words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time. Well, it just so happens those align almost perfectly with Momo’s love languages. From expressing how wonderful you are, to spontaneous hugs and kisses, to just spending time singing together, or him listening to music while you draw, nestled in between his legs, as his chin rests on your shoulder.

Momo can be pretty romantic too. He is very observant and quick to pick up on others’ feelings and preferences. He’d love surprising you with the most dreamy dates imaginable, because he’d be damned if he didn’t give you only the best.

♡ RUNNER UP: IZUMI MITSUKI

Mitsuki is another one I think would make a really cute couple with you.

Like Momo, he is amazing at carrying conversations, being able to get you to talk more about what makes you happy.

He is definitely hard working and takes his job very seriously. Thus, he would be able to inspire you to shine as bright as the sunshine he very much resembles.

Mitsu is literally the embodiment of “bright smile and youthful heart”. Being next to him has the power to energize anyone, leaving you with a sense of positivity and the feeling that there’s nothing you cannot do.

He would also reassure you about your singing and would think it’s so cool you play instruments too.

The eldest Izumi brother has felt insecure himself about his worth as an idol, so he would understand what you went through during your identity crisis.

With tender cuddles and heartfelt words, his warmth wraps around you, the world outside and all your worries melting away.

Like you, Mitsuki likes cooking and is good at it! Don’t worry if baking is not your strong suit; his family literally runs a bakery, so he’ll teach you how to make the tastiest pastries in no time!

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #i7 #ainana #ainana x reader #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 fluff #idolish7 matchups #sunohara momose #izumi mitsuki #sunohara momose x reader #izumi mitsuki x reader

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As someone who is sympathetic to affirming theology, though still not entirely sure what to believe, and is also a fan of a lot of New Perspective and Paul Within Judaism (Mark D. Nanos for example) stuff and R. Kendall Soulen -- do you know of any Side A/pro-LGBT arguments that do not fall into supersessionism or which argue for it in a non-supersessionist way? I've looked but I've not really been able to find a lot. And it's something which worries me because a lot of the arguments seem to rest on an implicitly supersessionist framing.

Not sure if this makes sense -- thanks in advance for your reply! Have a wonderful day.

Hey there, thanks for the question! Facing and uprooting supersessionism and other forms of antisemitism within Christianity is a huge passion of mine. You might find some stuff related to your search in my #supersessionism tag or my #antisemitism tag.

(For anyone who's reading this and isn't sure what supersessionism is, in a nutshell it's the idea that Christianity supersedes Judaism, that Christ rendered Judaism obsolete, etc.; see my tag linked above for more.

Take the common rebuttal to homophobic Christians who quote Leviticus’ & Deuteronomy’s “a man shall not lie with a man,” etc.: “Yeah well, Leviticus also tells us not to eat shrimp, and a bunch of other nonsense!” That response, which requires mockery of the Torah that is still so vital to Jewish faith today, is antisemitic — as a Jewish person explains here.)

And ugh, it aggravates me to no end when Christians who think ourselves "progressive" and all that commit the same antisemitic bs that much of the Christian Church has committed for millennia now. We need to face our failings, and make things right.

Any argument that relies on antisemitism in order to uplift LGBTQA+ persons doesn't actually uplift us at all — it just makes us complicit. Thankfully, it is possible to affirm LGBTQA+ folk without throwing Jewish folks under the bus!

There is good news to be found in scripture for us! — real good news, news that not only tolerates but celebrates diversity of all sorts, including both diversity of gender & sexuality and diversity of faith.

The God of the oppressed, who responded to the cries of Hagar in the wilderness, of Joseph in prison, of the enslaved Hebrews in Egypt, of the exiles in Babylon, and on and on, is the same God who responds to the cries of oppressed persons today, including Jewish persons experiencing antisemitism and LGBTQA+ persons experiencing queerphobia. Any news that seems to be “good” for one oppressed group only by being bad news for another oppressed group, pits God’s own beloved against one another — and that’s not good news at all.

To me, finding the good news that lifts all oppressed persons up is both harder and easier than rebuttals like “well Leviticus is just ridiculous.” It’s complicated by the need for at least a little critical thinking and understanding of cultural context around the Bible — compared to the ease of throwing the whole “Old Testament” out as, well, “old outdated nonsense” like some arguments do, actually exploring the texts that comprise the Bible takes way longer.

But at the same time, the good news that uplifts all of us is in some ways not so hard to find — it’s the whole Bible’s very foundation, the overarching theme that breathes through scripture and gives it life. For every verse a person can pick out to support their hate, there are hundreds of other commanding love of stranger, delight in diversity, the upturning of the status quo.

For some examples of this good news that’s focused on the LGBTQA+ community and not (I hope) supersessionist, you might wander through my #affirmation tag.

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This is getting ramble-y lol — time to actually share some LGBTQA+ affirming Christian resources that either lack or explicitly combat supersessionism:

Now, I haven't read every single article over at the Queer Grace Encyclopedia, but the ones I have read seemed fine in this regard, while being a good site to begin with for brief "Affirmation 101" type articles — like this one, which makes the point I made a moment ago about needing to approach the Bible with cultural context in mind.

I also like to think that the two pages of my timeline of gender diversity that deal with scripture avoid supersessionism while exploring God’s good news for trans folk. If you do spot anything icky, I welcome correction.

Another great place to go is the Bible Bash podcast! Each episode explores a biblical passage through a queer lens. One of the co-hosts, Liam Hooper, is himself Jewish. (I will say that eeeevery now and then, I feel like one of the Christian co-hosts or guests will start moving towards what could quickly become supersessionism, but Liam always guides them back.)

Next, check out my post featuring affirming Christian books. I haven't read each of the books listed there in full, but to the best of my knowledge, none of them rely on supersessionist beliefs to make their points. The ones I can vouch for most confidently are:

OtherWise Christian by Chris Paige (this one explicitly confronts & uproots possible antisemitic readings! Chris is awesome; they’re a co-founder of Transfaith Online)

Queerfully & Wonderfully Made

Trans-forming Proclamation

Finally, if you like following people on social media to learn, some Twitter recs:

Lura Groen is one Christian whom I frequently see calling out antisemitism & supersessionism within progressive Christian spaces.

Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg also often tweets out educational information of this kind.

Same with Rabbi Ruti Regan.

#okay i ran out of steam at the end there so. the end!#supersessionism #issues in christianity #resources #long post

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