#I just find that unbearable as a dynamic I find it so annoying
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relationship dynamics with SV5 pt. 3
heres's my masterlist!
a/n: you guys are really enjoying these?? @nervousloverkitten here you go 🤭
summary: yet again, more relationship dynamics with Seb.
warnings: none?
pairings: sebvettel x driver!reader
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clumsy gf x bf who makes fun of her for it
On a daily basis, you find new bruises in places you don't even remember hitting. It's so common and Sebastian's explanation is always 'its because you're so clumsy' and you do not appreciate it.
You were baking a batch of brownies for dessert as you and Seb had a group of people coming over tonight for a little catch up. You put a mug with some butter into the microwave to melt it so that you could add it into your mix and waited for it to melt whilst you read over the recipe so you knew what to do next. The appliance beeped and you took the mug out being careful of the heated handle, before trying to find where you were in the recipe, while you reading reading it you heard some splashing and you looked to your hand with the mug and saw it sideways, spilling all of the melted substance out of it.
"shit" you cursed, placing it on the counter right side up. You weren't paying attention to it and you payed the price. The butter started to harden on the cool surface and it was a bitch to get off. You spent the next couple of minutes scrubbing the workspace before melting a new measurement of butter, being careful to not spill it this time.
Later on in the day you were finally ready to start mixing everything together in the electric mixer your mother had given you. You added the dry mix to the wet and place the bowl onto the appliance and turn it on, heading to the sink to start the cleanup as much as possible.
"how is it going?" Sebastian asks when he steps into the room.
You turn around slightly glancing at him in a t-shirt and sweats before spinning back and continuing "it's...going" you reply unsure of whether to tell him the truth and that it was going pretty terrible or lie to him and reassure him that it was 'all ok'.
"what's going on?" he says with a little bit of urgency, you catch onto that and turn around to see the bowl of the mixer isn't attached properly and is spinning around with some of the mixture flying everywhere. You, yet again, curse and quickly turn it off, staring at it for a second, contemplating all of the choices you have made surrounding baking. Sebastian starts laughing and teasing you about the mess.
"what was it that you said before you started? 'I'll be fine. I will concentrate'." he giggles
"seb, stop" you plead throwing your head into your hands in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, love" he replies still laughing at it.
"I'll get it, don't worry" he says referring to the mess. you thank him, still slightly annoyed that he was teasing you.
"how is the garden coming along" you ask, as he has been setting up the garden and cleaning up outside in preparation for the guests.
"I'm finished now. that's why I came in"
A little 'oh' slips past your lips as he appears next to you, finishing the clean up. He takes some items that you have washed and tries them with a towel before putting them away. You were a little bit dysfunctional and Sebastian loved teasing you for it, but it was always innocent.
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always calm bf x always hyper gf
the heat in the car was slightly unbearable so the window was rolled down slightly while the music was playing from the aux and seb's hand was over yours on the gear stick. You two were on your way to a team meeting before the f1 summer break ended. You had a meeting with Ferrari and Sebastian had one with Red bull and you couldn't wait to see Fernando, you hadn't seen him all summer break like you planned. This was the longest in years that you hadn't seen him and even if it was just for a meeting, you were super excited to see him again.
Seb had noticed you smiling to yourself staring out the window, bopping your head to the music slightly.
"what's got you in such a good mood?" he asks you, taking you out of your thoughts.
"I cannot wait to see Fernando" you reply enunciating the word 'wait' seeming quite over the top, but you didn't care in the moment.
"you're going to a meeting that means the end of summer break is coming up" He replies smiling in confusion.
"I don't care. I want to see him" You smile. Your ability with words can't describe how excited you are to see him.
"you always seem to be really excited over the little things" He points out
"this isn't little, this is Fernando-- who I haven't seen in weeks" You argue back
"you were going to see him in a couple of more weeks anyway"
"too long apart" You reply, squealing a little bit.
"you're insane" He accuses
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gf who takes hours to get ready x bf who takes minutes
Sebastian had always accused you of taking so long to get ready but in all honesty you didn't think you took that long, you thought Seb just shape shifted and didn't actually change. Genuine accusation.
"Seb, have you seen my white shirt?" You shout from your bedroom
"no" He denies, walking in and seeing you in a different outfit from the last time he saw you
"you changed?" He asks confused yet again even though at this point he should be used to it
"yes, I didn't like the other outfit. Then my hair didn't go with the next one, so I changed again and now I cant find my shirt and I really wanted to wear that outfit" You ramble.
"stand up" He says to your frame sitting on the floor with crossed legs, rooting through your bottom drawer. You stand up and he looks you up and down, examining your clothing choice before looking back at your face and honestly telling you
"honestly, you look great" He says
You huff and roll your eyes slightly before turning to the mirror on the wall and eyeing up your pants and top
"it would look better with my shirt" You huff again
Sebastian walks away for a second and you thought you had acted like a child and made him walk away so you instantly feel bad. He re-enters the room with a bright white, ironed shirt in hand and you can see that it isn't yours.
"here. wear mine" He says, handing his shirt to you and your heart throbs slightly because of the gesture.
"are you sure?" You inquire
"of course I am" He responds as if it's obvious
"thanks, Seb" You reply taking the shirt and embracing him.
You put on the shirt and leave it open, the shirt draping over your sides and down to your thighs as it's too big on you. You adjust your top underneath the shirt and have a final look and you love it.
"is that it?" Seb asks from the bed behind you
"what do you mean?" You reply confused as to what he meant
"I thought you were going to button it up and wear it normally" He informs
"no, this looks better, I like this top and pants together." You reply
"I don't get you but I love it" He replies taking your hand and leading you out the door as he is so ready to leave.
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should I start a tag list? would people be interested in that?
#deadricslover#f1#formula one#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel fluff#driver x Sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel imagine#formula one imagine
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hiiiii i got tagged by @boethiahspillowbook
this is what i got so far on the azura and nerevar piece. not much further bc im still trying to figure out shading and how i want it to be. oof. also unsure abt azura's halo fsr it just looks.... off on her. and i think i wanna make some of the blood a brighter red to tie in together with all the rest of the red. lots of things im considering...
also for written wips. uh.
unfortunately i only have the. fucking cursed omegaverse nerevoryn im working on. once again never consider anything as like a joke or ironically that is the devil talking and you will start doing things for real.
in my defense though omegaverse is such a wild concept that trying to go "okay but seriously how would this work in a society and why would it be this way" is actually entertaining. very fun to go "yes, and...." over and over. oh, fated mates exist? what if they weren't just a cheesy soulmates thing but had a logical explanation. how would these dynamics effect various social classes? how would different cultures be effected? i have world builder's disease clearly
ALSO i tag anyone who hasnt been tagged yet and wants to :> i cant keep up with which of my mutuals have been tagged or not.... let me see ur ideas pls
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“... In all honesty,” The healer began, sounding exacerbated, “I have never seen a case like this in all my years. But there is only one answer I can come to based on everything else.”
“Go on.” Nerevar tried to keep his voice level rather than annoyed. Azura knows how terrified most people got when he was angry.
The healer pinched the bridge of her nose.
“How familiar are you with fated mates?” At her question, Nerevar froze, stunned, before he gave a loud bark of laughter. The healer, however, did not laugh or smile back, and instead only looked more resolute.
“... Be serious with me.”
“I am being serious, Lord Nerevar.”
“Are you--are you seriously trying to say Voryn is my--”
“I understand how strange it sounds at first.” The healer cut him off. “Typically when someone meets their fated mate they determine it quickly. It only takes a few heat or rut cycles before the draw is undeniable.” She sighed once again. “I can only assume because you knew Lord Dagoth before either of you presented, the draw was less noticeable.”
It kind of made sense, to a degree. When people wrote about fated mates it was usually that they had a scent that was undeniable. Even passing by them on the street, you couldn’t get the scent out of your head for days on end, trying to find it again and again. Even those who tried to deny it couldn’t refuse the pull forever; heats and ruts were unbearable, the longing overwhelming the pair. No one had ever recorded an account of a fated pair who knew each other prior to presenting though; fated mates were absurdly rare, after all. They were more common in fiction than real life, and only the most hopeless of romantics ever went out actually looking for one. Most people just found a mate they liked rather than chase after some destined person, and why fated mates even existed was a mystery. Did everyone have one but distance kept them from finding one? That didn’t seem likely; the most common belief was that some people were born with them--not many members of the population, anyways--and even fewer actually found their ‘other half’. Someone meeting a fated mate before presenting, when you were children not off exploring the wider world yet, was even more unlikely. How would you react if you could constantly smell and see them before either of you presented?
Dumac told him the dwemer scholars believed it had something to do with ‘reproductive compatibility’. Not that it was a mystical, god given connection like some believed, but rather those with a fated partner were less compatible with most of the population, so when they did find someone they could produce children with easily, the desire to mate was enhanced strongly. Nerevar didn’t know if he liked that explanation either though. He found the ideas the gods made destined partners to love each other forever as too romantic of an idea for reality yes, but presuming there must be something wrong with them wasn’t much better.
It didn’t seem likely that he and Voryn could just ignore the draw for decades though, right? Surely that wouldn’t be possible. The draw was supposed to be strong, impossible to deny past a certain point.
Sure, when he was younger and Voryn was in a rut he always came by to check on him before he was shooed away, but that was just boredom. And when he was in heat Voryn would pass him notes under the door from time to time that he’d bury in the nests he made, but that was just because being in heat made him feel sensitive and sappy. Nothing more. And shouldn’t there be something more if they were a fated pair?
“Your other symptoms make me more certain of it.” The healer continued, pulling him from his thoughts.
“How so?” Nerevar raised an eyebrow.
“It isn’t healthy for an unmated omega to be around an alpha in rut.” She replied, a fact that always made Nerevar roll his eyes. “It causes excess stress, even if it doesn’t trigger a heat. Unless you are drawn to the alpha in question as a potential partner, usually a rut is off putting, distressing, or nauseating for an unmated omega.”
“They’ve never bothered me to that extent.” Nerevar snarked.
“Precisely.” She locked eyes with him. “You handle it more akin to an omega who’s already been mated, despite not having the scent of one.” Nerevar tensed at that. He hadn’t thought of it like that in the slightest; why would he? He wasn’t mated. Anyone could smell on him that he wasn’t. “Those who have met a fated partner experience mated behaviors before the bond is even set. Rejecting other suitors, unbothered by others in a heat or rut,” She sighed. “Lord Vivec even explained you are giving off the same scent as a bonded omega whose mate is absent.” Nerevar’s cheeks flushed at that.
“That’s--” Nerevar tensed slightly, “I wouldn’t go that far.” Surely Nerevar wasn’t. He wasn’t fucking bonded, why would he be throwing out the same scent as an omega who went into heat, begging for their mate to come tend to them?
“You are.” She asserted, though she did have some sympathy in her gaze at least. “Unfortunately, the best I can do is, if you truly don’t want the bond, I can give you suppressants. They won’t actively stop it given you already went into heat, but they should calm some of the worst side effects.” Nerevar already knew what she was going to say next though. “But your next one will be much of the same. The side effects will continue to worsen.” Short of running away to the other side of the continent and burning anything he owned that Voryn had ever so much as touched, he would be able to smell Voryn faintly, after all. In the palace, on his belongings, anywhere Voryn had been might trigger the worst of the symptoms all over again now that he had a heat triggered by his rut no doubt.
“At the very least, Lord Dagoth is in control of his emotions.” Voryn’s eyebrow twitched at that, his arms tightening. “You can spent ruts and heats together without actually mating, until you come to a decision on how to proceed. It should alleviate both of your struggles.”
Shit, Nerevar hadn’t even considered what Voryn must be going through. Was his irritation and lack of eating because he subconsciously knew Nerevar was supposed to be his but wasn’t there by his side? When he was younger was that out of character, violent rage because he knew, right there in the stronghold, his mate was being kept from him? No doubt the next rut Voryn would be uncontrollable; before he could hold back because he wasn’t consciously aware of what he wanted, but now that he knew it was Nerevar…
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Ya know, it's becoming real clear that there are some fans who only value Miles to the extent that he is in service to Gwen and their headcanon(s) of her. Whether its conscious or subconcious, Gwiles' fans dialogue around Miles shows that for them, Miles' existance, his story, etc. is meant to primarily give Gwen her happy ending, to help Gwen have her epiphanies so she can live her best white life. He's only good and uwu to them, to the extent he benefits her. It's partly why the creators making the creative decision to have Miles' be so infatuated with Gwen when, in the comics, Miles is not pressed for Gwen at all, annoys me a lot. They risk perpetuating these fans miguided idea (and reinforcing racist real world views) that Miles exists to affirm Gwen's desirability and she can do with that what she wants, his job is to wait on her and tell him when he can move on with his life. It also ties in with the same fans outright dismissing Margo. To them, there's no way Miles could actually find Margo, a Black female attractive and intriguing - even though Miles loving and strongly desiring woman of color in the comics is absolute canon. To much media has reinforced a false narrative that black men and women loving and desiring each other is rare and not enough. And so, in their eyes, Margo can't be an actual threat for Miles' attention and affection, she also must exist in service to Gwen, to show that Gwen has complex feelings and can get jealous too. Miles feelings, his identity, his desires, his safety, his mental and overall health, his community, his family, his hurt, his trauma, his pain, his full potential, all of it should be pushed aside because to them GWEN's feelings, her angst and struggle should take priority, and he should just understand that his suffering is worth it because she gets to grow.
From what I’ve heard Miles and Gwen in the comics have gotten together a few times, and were even married at one point(somehow across dimensions???) But like you said he mainly dates girls of color, Black girls even, and we don’t usually get that. I was disappointed we didn’t get to see so many Black girl characters in the first movie
I don’t really care for shipping aspects, but all I know is that ITSV showed these two having a slight crush before forgetting about it, because there were more important matters on hand. And yknow, that all felt natural
So seeing Miles go into this crush on Gwen even harder, to the point where he practically forgets about the other Spiderheroes from the first movie until he sees them again? It didn’t seem right. It went from “I want to see my friends who understand me, and also helped me when I needed them” to “I really miss Gwen, sad angst teenage hours”
And yeah I was pretty annoyed how much the movie focused on Gwen, to the point where I questioned if this was her movie or not. There were some aspects I enjoyed, but also stuff that felt unnecessary given how little information we still had. Simple flashbacks would suffice to get the point across that Gwen was in trouble and she was taken in by the other Spiders. The first movie does this
We could’ve spent this time exploring different Spiderverses and the new characters. It just dragged on for so long, that by the time we get to Miles, I nearly forgot he was in this
I’m not so into this fandom that I can say I fully understand the shipping dynamics here. But yknow, if this is literally like every other fandom, then I don’t see why I can’t believe a good amount of Gwen stans make the experience unbearable
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gimme more bitemark headcanons I BEG
EHEHEHE thank you for asking! Here you are:
I think a core function of Bitemark just at its baseline is that there has to be an element of denial. Of course, they both think that they're better than the other, and they both think they're the one coming out on top, but there also has to be an element of 'you think I like THEM?? Yeah right!' even though they've made out on many occasions.
I know I've discussed this before but them being T4T is key to my reading of their dynamic. But that's also just me projecting.
I think a lot of their fascination with one another comes from them truly being fairly similar people–– though of course they don't recognize that in each other, and if asked they would obviously deny any similarities.
Chamber obviously finds way too much joy in annoying the others, and that extends tenfold to Viper because of a level of comfort. Not that either of them will notice.
The others despise them. They think they're being so coy and secretive but they absolutely are not.
On that note, Cypher is being sooooo nice to not release the blackmail. It's mostly just because he's a little scared of Viper and doesn't feel like dealing with her wrath but he's being sooo forgiving.
In any case, they haven't exactly told anyone of their situation. That's primarily because they haven't admitted it to themselves nor defined their relationship to each other, but also because they think they're being sneaky. They're not.
The others are tired of the bullshit. They're not exactly sure if Viper and Chamber aren't talking about it because they're trying to keep it a secret or because they're genuinely that dense (hint: it's both)
They're just so unbearable. I don't know how else to say this. They flirt nonstop in the most annoying way. They bicker. They threaten each other.
It is, also, for those who aren't easily annoyed, funny as fuck to watch them try to deny it all.
On a more angsty note: for all the lying they do (both to one another and just in general), they're able to be far more honest to one another than anyone else. This doesn't solely extend to secrets, per se, but also just Who They Are. Neither of them are under the impression that the other is anything but a terrible person, and that provides a kind of release because there's far fewer pretenses.
As such, they understand each other far more than they would admit, and to a certain extent far more than they would like to (... sort of.)
There's also a sense of comfort in their relationship because there's an understanding that it's temporary. You can be a lot more open when you know it won't last.
In conclusion:
#sorry this has taken me a minute to get out. i've been thinking about them and filling it out as i go along lol#thank you for giving me a chance to talk about them hehehe. hopefully this qualifies as hcs#.mail#.chamber#.txt#.viper#.bitemark#.original#valorant#bitemark valorant#chamber valorant#viper valorant#viper/chamber#viper x chamber#valorant headcanons
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...ok. i really didn't wanna admit this but it's driving me nuts and i have to go public.
........i did watch the r*ngs of p*wer NOW,,.
HANG ON. gimme a chance. so,
jose and i love lord of the rings. it was the first thing that brought us together. watching it with our highschool friends was our meetcute of "omggg u also have appendices memorized??😳!" i was convinced trop was gonna suck also fuck amazon but jose's the most give it a chance man on earth like this dude loves everything but he especially loves lotr. he will take whatever he gets. so i was like sigh.... ok. you're gonna watch it anyway, I'll sit in, I'll give it a chance. to support my husband who i adore.
it's important to me that you understand this. that i was, definitively, NOT hate watching. i was going in with as open a mind as i could muster. and guys?
that shit sucked so so fucking hard.
ita bad! it was really really so bad. and i had to acknowledge that, ok, we will never get another good lotr trilogy. the formula that enabled the lotr to be such a gorgeous passion project will never come together that perfectly ever ever again, so i don't really wanna compare it to that standard. but this was like.... just bad television. just deeply unlikable stuff.
as i slowly started to pick up hints that even my loves-everything husband was, thankfully, not enjoying himself, i prodded with a, "i think the actors are doing their best with very very little to go off of" and he considered this, nodding and admitting, "yeah it's just okay." this, from jose, is about as scathing as it gets.
right away, the writing. it's bad. at times unbearably so, ranging from bursting out in laughter at the middle school level moments of triumph to looking away with literal nausea at the emotional beats. it's like a group of 19 year old male business majors minoring in anthropology got together and competed to see who could write the most moving speech, and there's your script. every word, delivery, expression is like they're saying the most dire thing that's ever been said. sometimes you get attempts at friendly banter trying too hard for charm, or commonfolk wisdoms, but mostly it's so so so serious guysss this is SERIOUS definitely the stakes are soooo high can't you tell by the way the actors' jaws are always clenched? nothing in middle earth has ever been so serious.
there's a boy and his mother (who's embroiled in a human/elf romance that lacks any of the tender, captivating distance between aragorn and arwen, but based on the music, we're definitely supposed to think it's on level). at one point when things are, again, Getting Serious, and she's like remember when you used to have nightmares as a kid? remember what I'd say? I'd say: In the end, this shadow is but a small and passing thing. There is light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. Find the light, and the shadow will not find you. ok, 1) did you? did you say that whole thing to your kid? yeah i bet you did sure bronwyn, and 2) this illustrates the most annoying pattern in every filmed lotr property beyond the original trilogy, which is the attempt to top the original trilogy. oh did you like that thing gandalf said? then you're gonna LOVE A THIS.
and galadriel. ohh galadriel. they girlbossified galadriel so hard I'd call it character assassination. it's egregious. personally insulting. galadriel is an interesting and powerful character who's simultaneously ethereal, feminine, calm and soft with moments of fury. well the trop writers saw that they were like hang on... she can't be powerful AND gently feminine that doesn't make sense. no. she has to be PISSED the HELL off!!! she's not like other elves. she's tough, she's gonna show these BOYS how to sword fight. also there's a hot MAN she's gonna have DYNAMICS with because, can't stress this enough, she is not like other elves.
they keep trying to make another "into the West" or "edge of night" like SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WILL NEVER BE BILLY BOYD. YOU WANNA BE BILLY BOYD SO FUCKING BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. ENOUGH. the credits song on the final episode is just someone singing the one ring poem. literally. like it's the one ring to rule them all poem word for word set to a painfully obvious into the west copy.
there's so much more. and i swear on GOD i was trying to give it a chance. my mistake. i shouldn't have done that i was wrong i messed up by watching the r*ngs of p*wer i wish i could take it back.
but nobody else waste your search analytics. nobody investigate. just look at this tumblr post and know: it was as bad as you thought it'd be like don't even sweat it.
#genuinely the most annoying writing I've ever watched that's where I'll hang my hat#what is it called when every line wants to be a quote inside a Hallmark card?#m2a#god....do i tag this?#fuck it#lotr
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why would u think he’s closer or likes his little sis more compared to his older now
I honestly think they're actually all close but the way that older and younger sibling dynamics evolve overtime might not make sense to most unless you've gone through it yourself or know people who have. So I guess ill do my best in elaborating.
Growing up she was probably your typical annoying little sister to him, who’d nag, be a brat, ask dumb questions, eaves drop on him and his friends and snitch at any given moment. So once that phase passed and she matured I bet he had more realisation like “Oh my sisters actually not that annoying... she actually is a little cool and funny”.
He seemed like he just gradually enjoyed being an older brother (even when it got unbearable). Especially since his older sister probably wasn't leaning into him the same as she was. I wouldn't doubt if she would go to him for advice especially about hockey, talking about how her game went, spending time shooting pucks outside together etc. I think he developed to appreciate things like that, cause it just shows how much she values his words, approval, time and just liked knowing someone admires him like that. *There was an article when he was about 17, where he talked about how she would be excited about scoring a goal and would text him about it + He mentions her a good bit throughout old interviews and articles, usually praising her athletic capabilities*
They also seem to have quite similar common interests, both listen to the same music like classic rock and indie. She's into art and it's kind of been established over time he is too, I feel like he'll send her a picture of something he finds interesting and is like ''You should paint or draw this''. No doubt he admires her work. They just come off being more alike especially in terms of personality, I can see them liking to banter and joke around a lot and I feel like they both tag team and make it a mission in pissing off there eldest sis lmaooo.
Especially now presently and even a couple times back in his career where he had to sit out a season + covid and was chilling back home he was most likely seeing and being around her way more. Since I know the oldest has been living out of town all the way in BC for years.
#yeah heres another ted talk folks ! ! ! ! !#i think shes also a bit rough around the edges and he likes that lmao#he was saying one time she got like a 4 game suspension#for giving a girl a good hit from behind#and then said to him ''she had it coming''#you could just tell he was proud#nolan patrick#nolpat#march 24 subs
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i'm so tempted to ask you every question on the choosing violence ask but i'll settle for 1, 3, 6, 8
1. the character everyone gets wrong
this one is gonna be obvious but anders. the thing about him is that people either hate him or love him and it usually has like. no nuance. i think i don't need to explain why i don't vibe with his haters, but i also don't vibe with a lot of anders fans because there are a lot of people who make him a victim in every situation or conflict. i'm an "anders was right" girlie through and through when it comes to the chantry, but there are so many interactions and topics where he is not, in fact, right. i love how fucked up this guy is, how vocal he is both when he knows what he's talking about and when he doesn't at all; he's very opinionated and has so many prejudices he got from his andrastian ex-circle mage background, he has no intention to be open-minded and understanding if he's not on best terms with a person or they just don't agree with him completely, these are all flaws that make him my favourite character in the series! but i know some people prefer to justify his mistreatment of other characters and simultaneously emphasize how other characters mistreat him without actually considering what these other characters bring into discussion, making him a misunderstood martyr surrounded by enemies, which just doesn't sit right with me
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
i don't have any screenshots and couldn't find this post,but i remember there was someone who said that fiona just abandoned alistair and maric did all he could to raise him unlike her or something. it was such a wild take for many reasons, but i was additionally baffled by the fact that there are people who not only blame fiona for this (which is. yeah. a take) but also are ready to waste their time on disliking her this much. i thought only i and a couple of other people care about her enough to remember she exists out there somewhere
6. which ship fans are the most annoying?
oh. um. v//rrich//wke. there's nothing particularly wrong with the ship, i just prefer their platonic dynamic, but i started to get slightly annoyed by it because no i don't think that absence of varric romance is the ultimate flaw of this game. i also don't think varric is the only person who genuinely cares about hawke and all potential LIs are selfish pricks who take advantage of hawke by forcing them to solve their problems and don't want to give them anything in return. also the whole bianca hate is completely blown out of proportion and feels kinda misogynistic. please stop
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
the most boring and unbearable quest in dao is brecilian forest questline actually. the circle and the fade part are not that bad at all. moreover, deep roads are FUN and EXTREMELY ENGAGING and the whole vibe is incredibly creepy. y'all just don't get it
choose violence asks
#re: 8th question. i wanted to write smth on fantasy politics discourse first#but then i realized there's no universally accepted opinion so everyone can't be wrong at once. so here it is#ask tag
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i wanna tear you apart (shadowheart/lae'zel) (oneshot)
Summary: What if Tav hadn’t woken up when Shadowheart tried to kill Lae’zel?
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3,470
CW: for mild knifeplay and bloodplay, dom/sub dynamics, general hatefucking
Shadowheart doesn’t know why she wakes her up.
She has the upper hand; her dagger is held firmly in her grasp and Lae’zel doesn’t even stir when she moves to crouch above her. Foolish, she thinks, for the fighter to even end up in such a position. To rest so soundly when she should have known that Shadowheart longed for her demise. It would be so easy to swipe the blade across her throat, to watch as she gasped and twitched in the silent throes of death. It’s what Lady Shar would want, Shadowheart thinks (not that she knows, not that she can ever really know).
And yet.
Something about it feels wrong. Something feels not-quite-right about ending the fighter like that. Not when she’s been so bold, so unbearably loud for days on end. Lae’zel is angry, proud, and annoying, yes, but also unafraid to speak her mind. Loathe as Shadowheart is to admit it, Lae’zel possesses a certain – oh, call it brashness – that she admires. Where Shadowheart winces at inquiries into her past, into the things that presumably make her who she is, Lae’zel instead gladly boasts at every opportunity about the superiority of her own culture. Even if said culture seems, to Shadowheart’s eye, to be more than a little bit repugnant. To put it mildly. But still, there is a quickness in the way she offers her opinion, an unapologetic nature to her that Shadowheart envies. She doesn’t like the idea of that flame being extinguished without even so much as a trail of smoke to indicate that Lae’zel was here, and her being here meant something.
She shakes herself, crouched as she is over the sleeping gith’s wiry frame. It is foolish sentimentality, nothing more. She tries to steel herself, enough to allow the dagger to find its home in the breast of the sleeping woman beneath her, but she finds herself unable to drive the blade home. Instead, much to her own surprise, she reaches out and shakes Lae’zel’s shoulder, just slightly, just to make her finally stir.
And stir she does.
Hells, did Shadowheart just ruin her one shot at this? Never mind, because Lae’zel’s eyes begin to blink awake, all gold and catlike. Shadowheart swallows a breath that threatens to come out as an anxious shudder, the grip on the dagger tightening as she spits words like an acid arrow at the woman beneath her.
“You had every chance to look the other way, but here we are. You chose this.” She’s reminding Lae’zel as much as she is reminding herself, trying to gather the resolve to do what she came here for. It should be easy, a voice in her mind taunts, and it sounds like her Lady, and that makes the bitter knot in her stomach tighten all the further. You should’ve already killed her.
“Spare me the justifications, coward.” Lae’zel’s chest heaves, breaths ragged and uneven to betray her surprise (her fear?) even as no other muscle in her body twitches. Shadowheart almost admires the control she has over herself, envies the way she is able to keep so nearly still. The look on Lae’zel’s face is one of pure hatred, raw and undistilled. Satisfaction curls in Shadowheart’s stomach at having elicited it, something warm (hot, her mind corrects unhelpfully) that scratches at her insides like an ill-behaved cat. For a brief, absurd moment Shadowheart wants to taste it, somehow, wants to lean down and steal the expression right off of Lae’zel’s face. Wants to draw that feeling into herself like a warm blanket—only, only the way it would envelop her would be darker. Meaner.
For a moment, she craves the feeling of that hatred settling around her shoulders and into her skin. But then she remembers herself, remembers why she is here, poised as she is with a knife to the githyanki’s throat.
“If anyone asks, I’ll say you were transforming,” Shadowheart grins, wicked and wild. It drops in an instant, replaced by something almost feral. “Don’t expect to be mourned.” And she moves, she does, to end this lurid interlude in her own personal tragedy—but something stills her hand. And it isn’t githyanki psionics, it is no magic with which she is familiar. It is nothing other than her own hesitation that stops her from finishing the job she started.
And Lae’zel, Gods damn her, notices. “Ah, I always knew you were too much of a coward to stay fast to your convictions, istik.” She smiles, harsh and cruel, as she bares her neck further against Shadowheart’s blade. “It would take but flick of your wrist to end me, so why don’t you?”
She pushes herself further against the dagger, and it occurs to Shadowheart that the stupid fighter is bragging. She has a knife to her throat, and she is relishing every second of it, confident in Shadowheart’s inability to follow through with the dance that Shadowheart herself started. But as Lae’zel flexes her neck against the dagger, taunting, mocking, a rivulet of blood snakes its way down her thin neck. As Shadowheart’s eyes follow the slow movement of it down her skin, it occurs to her that maybe she can still turn things back in her own favor. That maybe she just needs to change the game they’re playing.
So she leans down, hovering her lips just inches from the blade that presses itself against Lae’zel’s throat. “Because,” Shadowheart murmurs, heart beating an angry staccato beat against her ribcage even as she tries to betray nothing of her panic on her face, “maybe I just wanted to taste.” And with that, she removes the dagger from Lae’zel’s throat (and when did her hand start trembling?) and leans down to lick at the blood that has ended its journey in the hollow of Lae’zel’s collarbone.
Lae’zel’s reaction is immediate and invigorating. She looks as though she is holding her body still against a shudder, and for a brief moment Shadowheart can imagine that the look in her eyes shifts from hatred to confusion to possibly even interest before that catlike stare settles back to pure loathing. “Your weakness disgusts me,” Lae’zel bites out, but Shadowheart does not think she is imagining the way the other woman’s voice shakes.
Shadowheart had just been trying to regain the upper hand, to unsettle Lae’zel enough that she could slit her throat and be done with it, but there is something to the way Lae’zel reacts that is too delicious for her to not press harder, prod further. She shifts her position from a crouch above Lae’zel, moving down so that she is instead straddling her, and she feels the hot press of Lae’zel’s hips underneath hers.
“I disgust you, huh?” Shadowheart murmurs, fighting back a smirk as she pins the thinner woman beneath her. She leans back down to follow the blood from Lae’zel’s collarbone in the trail that leads up the gith’s neck with her tongue, tasting the other woman’s skin with firm, precise licks. It tastes like someone put a copper piece in her mouth, mixed with something that is at once foreign and salty and mossy. It doesn’t taste good. Shadowheart hopes that, if nothing else, the way she is probing at the wound on Lae’zel’s neck with her tongue hurts.
It doesn’t seem to. Or, maybe, if it does then it seems that Lae’zel just…likes that. Because much to Shadowheart’s surprise, Lae’zel bites off a noise that sounds like it might’ve become needy had it been allowed to develop fully.
Shadowheart almost finds herself faltering again. She is torn, part of her wanting to relish in the fact that she has Lae’zel right where she wants her, weak and utterly bested, where Shadowheart could end this all so quickly with a neat slash of her blade. But another part of her, perhaps even a bigger part of her, wants to see where this path leads. She needs to know what will happen if she keeps pushing the woman underneath her to react. She ignores the pain that flares up in her hand, a hollow burning sensation that aches terribly, to mouth at the skin her steel kissed moments before.
“This disgusts you?” she asks, repeating her question, as she bites gently at the skin near the wound.
“Yes,” Lae’zel exhales, and Shadowheart can’t see her eyes but Gods, she wants to. Wants to see if her pupils are as blown as Shadowheart imagines they are, wants to see what that even looks like in her weird, alien eyes. Even with desire coloring her voice, Lae’zel sounds firm, authoritative. “Do it again.”
Shadowheart can’t repress the shiver that runs through her at the command, annoyed at herself for the impact it has on her, but nevertheless she bites dutifully at Lae’zel’s neck once more. She follows the movement with a swipe of her tongue over the indents left by her teeth, the taste of skin and alien blood filling her mouth until it’s all she can taste. She isn’t even sure why she does it. She’s meant to be in charge here, she’s meant to use this moment of distraction to make it all the more satisfying when she finally kills the fighter underneath her. And yet, she finds herself obeying the order, almost as if against her own will. This time, she is rewarded with an unabashed moan, the gith under her writhing with pleasure at the sensation of blunt teeth gripping her flesh.
It’s that noise that makes Shadowheart stop wrestling with herself, the way that Lae’zel’s voice goes from harsh and dangerous to practically keening at the barest hint of Shadowheart’s teeth. A small, animal part of Shadowheart’s mind relishes in the sound and a frisson of heat alights her gut once more.
“Harder, istik,” Lae’zel commands, but the way her voice strains out through gritted teeth undermines any power it ought to have. Still, Shadowheart cannot help but to comply yet again. The skin underneath her teeth, taught and corded with muscle that tenses as she bears down, does not feel quite like her own. It is denser, somehow, and yet so smooth that for an absurd moment Shadowheart’s mind likens it to cool, still water. Her teeth are not made for piercing like the fangs Astarion wields, but as she presses down against the shallow wound her knife created she can feel herself digging deeper into flesh. As she does, Lae’zel hisses, and though the gith had been perfectly still up to this moment, a hand moves to bury itself in Shadowheart’s hair, holding her in place. Shadowheart can feel Lae’zel’s legs begin to part underneath her, the gith’s thighs spreading enough to press against the insides of Shadowheart’s calves on either side of her.
Something in the movement spurs Shadowheart to move her own body in response, blindly removing one hand from where it is braced against the ground by Lae’zel’s head to grip her chin instead (and if Lae’zel notices how graceless and fumbling the motion is, she mercifully chooses not to comment). For a moment, Shadowheart simply holds her tightly, before using her grip to tilt Lae’zel’s head back and grant herself greater access to the other woman’s neck. She begins pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of it, punctuating them occasionally with nips and scrapes of her teeth. The hand that isn’t in Shadowheart’s hair glides up to dig talon-like nails into the flesh of her hip, before snaking around to dip underneath the leather of her pants and grab roughly at her ass. Shadowheart finds herself grinding back into the touch and Lae’zel’s hips buck up against her in response, evidently seeking some kind of friction.
“Desperate, are we?” Shadowheart chuckles, but the way her voice leaves her mouth sounds foreign to her, deep and thick with want. She needs Lae’zel to be desperate. She finds she quite prefers the fighter like this, writhing underneath her, the taste of her blood heavy on Shadowheart’s tongue.
“Tchk. Impatient,” Lae’zel barks out, breath heaving. Shadowheart shifts her weight back further and grinds down against Lae’zel again, and Lae’zel pushes her own hips up to meet her. It isn’t enough, the angle is all wrong and there is too much thick fabric separating them for it to be truly satisfying. Shadowheart sucks in a breath anyway, and Lae’zel grunts in an apparent mixture of desire and frustration.
Lae’zel’s "impatience" gives Shadowheart a wicked idea, one that sees her pressing a toothy grin into the skin of Lae’zel’s neck. As quickly as her body is able, she removes herself from Lae’zel’s grip to stand above her.
“Where do you think you’re–” Lae’zel begins, but stops as Shadowheart begins sliding her own skin tight trousers down her thighs. Shadowheart rolls her eyes at Lae’zel’s interjection, but her top soon joins the pile of her pants on the dirt ground, and then her smallclothes a moment later until she stands above Lae’zel as naked as the day she was born.
“You want me to touch you,” Shadowheart says, and it is not a question. Lae’zel does not move, her eyes boring into Shadowheart’s (and, oh, that’s what her pupils look when blown out with lust). “You’re going to make me cum first.” She is proud of the fact that her voice doesn’t shake as she gives the command, even if it is still dark and coated with want in a way that betrays how badly she needs this, too.
Lae’zel, to her credit, says nothing this time, but her eyes chart a hot course down Shadowheart’s nude body, sizing her up hungrily. Shadowheart lets her look for a moment before moving to place a knee on either side of Lae’zel’s head, straddling the fighter’s face. Her cunt hovers a scant few inches above Lae’zel’s open mouth and it takes all of her control not to just plunge downward. Instead, she hesitates for a moment, giving Lae’zel the chance to push her off in case Shadowheart has somehow misread the situation. Lae’zel responds by pulling Shadowheart down against her tongue with two firm handfuls of her ass. As soon as the first swipe of the gith’s hot tongue brushes against Shadowheart’s folds, twin moans escape both of their mouths.
Shadowheart does not need more permission than she has been given and begins riding Lae’zel’s face in earnest, rocking her hips back and forth to drag her clit over the other woman’s insistent tongue. She can’t stop the little gasps and whimpers that spill from her mouth, even as she desperately tries to keep herself quiet so as not to wake the rest of the camp. Part of her doesn’t even care if she does, and another part of her wonders how they haven’t all woken up already. It’s not like the two of them are being subtle, fucking out in the open air of the campgrounds. That thought hits her in a particularly delicious and humiliating way, thinking how easy it would be for them to get caught like this. She allows herself to moan a little louder.
The pressure begins to build in her rapidly, and part of her is embarrassed at how quickly she is going to come undone at the gith’s touch. But the sensation of Lae’zel’s lips, teeth, and tongue battering the most sensitive parts of her, combined with the nails digging into the flesh of her ass and the positively obscene noises being made as she fucks the fighter’s face, all conspire to send her over the edge more quickly than is dignified. It is rough, and sloppy, and (perfectperfectperfect her traitorous mind keeps whispering) it is exactly what Shadowheart craves in this moment. She reaches a hand back clumsily to begin toying with Lae’zel’s own sex, fingers parting her folds to circle teasingly at the other woman’s clit.
Once more, Laezel’s hips buck up against her, seeking a firmer touch, but Shadowheart anticipates the movement and pulls her hand back just slightly so that the dance of her fingers over Lae’zel’s flesh stays feather-light. Lae’zel gets the message and pulls Shadowheart down even harder onto her tongue and sucks her clit into her mouth, hard. Shadowheart keens and the knot inside her that has been building all night begins to unravel, and she twitches and shakes as her orgasm overtakes her. She removes her fingers from Lae’zel’s cunt to bury both hands in Lae’zel’s hair as she brutally rides out her release on the other woman’s face. Lae’zel moans wantonly, the sound of it muffled by the press of Shadowheart’s body so fully against her mouth. The look in Lae’zel’s eyes is one of deep satisfaction. Shadowheart huffs a few more shaky breaths, hips slowing and finally stilling above the other woman’s mouth.
“My turn,” Lae’zel murmurs, the sound of it muffled coming as it does from underneath Shadowheart.
“Didn’t anyone ever raise you gith not to talk with your mouth full?” Shadowheart snipes, but she climbs off of Lae’zel and makes quick moves (or as quickly as she is able, legs still reminiscent of an ochre jelly as they are) to strip Lae’zel of her own pants before moving to settle between the other woman’s thighs. She doesn’t bother removing the complicated mess that is Lae’zel’s underclothes, instead just sliding the leather to the side so she can blow teasingly over the gith’s glistening cunt. Lae’zel shudders in response, hands moving to find purchase in Shadowheart’s hair.
“Shut up and use your tongue for something more useful, istik,” Lae’zel growls, and it sends another wave of desire pooling in Shadowheart’s gut. But she refuses to give Lae’zel what she wants so easily, so first she makes a point of biting harshly into the meat of Lae’zel’s inner thigh. Lae’zel does not seem to mind at all, if the way she throws her head back is any indication.
Shadowheart wants to keep teasing her, but more than that she wants to taste the woman in front of her, so she does, tongue parting Lae’zel’s folds so that she can devour her fully. The bouquet of her is at once familiar and strange, heady and almost sweet on Shadowheart’s tongue.
Shadowheart does not remember much, but she remembers how to do this at least, and it does not take long before the fighter is falling apart against her mouth. She pushes two fingers into Lae’zel’s wetness and crooks them, pushing hard, almost as though she is trying to hold the other woman against her probing tongue with her fingers. Lae’zel keens and mewls at the pressure and Shadowheart files those greedy noises away somewhere deep in her mind, somewhere perhaps even Lady Shar will not be able to find them (and as the blasphemous thought crosses her mind, her hand once more begins to ache, sharp and insistent). The hands in Shadowheart’s hair grip so tightly it hurts. Shadowheart does not relent in her assault on the other woman’s sex, determined to watch her shudder and squirm with pleasure. When Lae’zel finally comes undone, her whole body tenses like a bowstring before slackening in an instant, loose and boneless and thoroughly debauched.
Shadowheart fucks her through it, licking her clit and caressing the spot inside Lae’zel that elicits such delightfully lewd noises from the gith. When Lae’zel begins to whine from overstimulation, Shadowheart pulls back and licks her lips.
“Well, then,” she says, her voice finally sounding like her own again. She affects a haughty tone, “That rather felt like a victory to me. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lae’zel says nothing, but Shadowheart can feel her eyes on her the entire time as she redresses and retreats to her bedroll. In fact, she feels Lae’zel’s eyes on her until she falls asleep.
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The next morning, Shadowheart can still taste the echo of Lae’zel in her mouth. She finds that she doesn’t mind it. As their party settles around the ashes of the campfire to take their breakfast, she sits opposite from Lae’zel and notes with pleasure the way the gith’s eyes still seem drawn to her.
Tav clears their throat and with an awkward little chuckle, eyes zeroing in on the cut and surrounding bruises that mar Lae’zel’s neck, says, “So, it seems the two of you had your little duel a bit prematurely. I’m glad to see you’re both still standing. I trust that you’ve resolved your issues, then?” Lae’zel’s eyes leave Shadowheart finally to dart over to stare at Tav, mouth pressed in a thin line.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Shadowheart says airily, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “I think I might still have a few grievances to work through.” Lae’zel’s gaze moves to meet hers, eyes dangerous, and Shadowheart smirks wider.
Lae’zel smiles back.
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Top Ten Ace Attorney Games
So this seems appropriate given recent announcements. Note: I’ve never played the Professor Layton crossover so it will not be on this list. Can’t really rank something you never interacted with, you know? Also, goes without saying but all opinions expressed in this are fully subjective and should be taken with a grain of salt. Like, seriously, guys. I’ve warned you.
10) Apollo Justice - Okay, so I just want to say that AA4 is not a bad game, but good lord is it the one I have the most problems with. Good things first, however. I love the dynamic between Apollo and Trucy. Their banter is so fun. I like this version of Phoenix. Really seems like he’s grown a lot in the time between games due to circumstances. I feel his relationship with Trucy could have been explored more but what we do get is good. Ema’s back, and I’ll never say no to that. Klavier is a good rival for Apollo. All that said, man do I remember barely anything about any of the cases of this game. Outside the main cast I remember Lamoire, Kristoph, and that a couple of Gramaryes are in this one. That last case also just... gives me a headache if I think about it too long.
9) Justice For All - Oh boy. So outside of introducing my favorite Prosecutor of the OG trilogy, JFA is a bit meh overall. Don’t get me wrong, Case 2 with all the Fey Drama is very solid and the final case... Come on, do I really need to say how good the Engarde Case is? I don’t even hate the Berry Big Circus case as much as most people (except for the very uncomfortable love triangle, that I detest) but even I can’t deny it’s one of the weaker cases in the series and the first case is... the whole amnesia device is more annoying than clever. Again, I’m sure I’m not saying anything new here.
8) Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright - Man, I wonder if this is some form of sacrilegious putting the first game this low on the list. Honestly, there’s not much to truly criticize with this one. It’s a very solid first entry into what would grow into such a beloved franchise. But I also just don’t have a ton of things to say about it in general? At least not many that haven’t already been said by more articulate people than I. It’s a good game. Solid starting point. Weakest case is the first one but... It’s the first case. So. To be expected.
7) Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth - Admittedly, this is only so low because I love the other games more and the last case is.... unbearably long. It was brilliant of Capcom to take what is likely AA’s most popular character and give him his own games, and even better to give us characters like Kay and Lang while also giving us Tiny Franziska. We did not deserve Tiny Franziska but they gave her to us anyway. A very enjoyable foray with a new game-play style.
6) Trials and Tribulations - Oh man, I am going to get so much crap for this one. Before anyone comes at me! Yes! T&T is a near flawless entry. Genuinely, the writing for this one is insane and Dahlia is such a well used antagonist. The through line for this game is masterful. Even the third case, which is indeed the weakest case, I find some charm in. So don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware that objectively this probably should have at least been in the top three. But this isn’t an objective list. This is my list. And while I do love T&T, I just adore the games in the top five more.
5) Ace Attorney Investigations 2: Prosecutor’s Path - An improvement from the first Investigations in almost every way. While I do think that the last case is still a bit too long, I think it’s overall more interesting than the first’s. More of Kay, Miles, and Gumshoe having the best dynamic. The addition of Ray, Sebastian, and Justine only making the cast all the better. Again, I’m a sucker for Justine being the best mom ever and her dynamic with John (and even Sebastian) is something I wish we’d had more of.
4) Dual Destinies - I don’t care what ya’ll say, AA5 is a fun addition and Athena is an amazing new character. I freakin love Athena. Like, I’m sorry but any character that has been through that much crap and still manages to smile and cheer up the people around her even when she’s feeling the absolute worst is a good character and I will die on this hill. Not to mention Blackquill being an equally fantastic rival for our protagonists. And that reveal in the last case while Aura is forcing them to do a retrial for her brother! “Oh but Phoenix is back to being goofy and it’s like AA4 never happened.” “Oh, but Apollo is angsty for no reason.” Sorry, doesn’t bother me. Like, I’m not even willing to call these things nitpicks because they’re just such non-issues for me. The only thing I’ll say is that the models do look a little off sometimes. This is a good game, ya’ll are just mean.
3) Spirit of Justice - So confession, SOJ was the first AA game that I saw from start to finish. I’d tried before but I’d never found the right let’s play of the AA franchise. Then I did find one, and I watched SOJ through start to finish. And I really enjoyed it. I love the setting of Khura’in, Rayfa, the final boss looking like a Power Rangers’ villain. Also, while we do get a lot of father son stuff, I’m such a freakin sucker for the mother daughter stuff between Rayfa and Gharan and Amara. Also, the Magical Turnabout is just... such a fun case? And of course, Maya can’t be in a game without getting accused of murder. But her growth as a character is great. I just really really enjoy this game, guys.
2) Great Ace Attorney: Adventures - I’m sure this comes as very little shock to anyone who knows me. The first GAA game is astounding. I love this cast of characters so much. Susato, Ryu, Sherlock, Iris, Barok, Gina, Toby, they’re all great! The new mechanics with the jury and multiple witnesses on the stand are great. The story is great. Yeah, the first case goes on for too long, but at least it feels fresh due to the new setting and characters. I feel like I can’t properly articulate how much I love this game. Which, speaking of...
1) Great Ace Attorney: Resolve - Yeah, yeah. Predictable, I’m sure. But what can I say, this took everything I loved about the first game and just made it better and expanded on it. The story takes so many twists and turns and it takes the characters and their bonds from the first game and makes me love them even more. WE LOVE THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE! Kazuma comes back and he becomes such a fascinating character. Rei, Courtney Sithe, Esmeralda Tusspells, Drebber are only some of the memorable new characters for this part 2. The fight against Stronghart (Vortex is still the cooler name) is such a triumphant moment! And playing as Susato in the first case!? That was amazing! And Ryu’s growth throughout all of this!? Like excuse me! I love this boy!
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Balance the Scales
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Cedric & Gideon are two dragon shifters locked in an epic battle of hook-up chicken. They both know they must search for their true fated mates, but somehow can't help returning to each other's arms (and beds). Then they meet Alex, a human barista who knows nothing of the world of shifters, who turns them both upside down.
Balance the Scales is a polyamorous, fated mates, dragon shifter story. The first chapter is here, and new chapters post on fridays! Teaser after the cut.
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Cedric
It happened like clockwork. Like my libido was on a fucking timer. When had I become so predictable? The snap of my briefcase rang out in my empty office, a satisfying thunk that felt like closing a chapter. Every time, I told myself it would be the last time.
And then, the ache in my gut would start. It would grow unbearable, and I’d find myself here. Sitting in my office after dark, long after I’d sent everyone home. Staring at my phone. Typing and deleting a dozen texts, all variations on a theme:
U up?
U Busy?
U free tonight?
I used the abbreviation for ‘you’ mostly to annoy Gideon. I texted instead of calling mostly to annoy Gideon. I did a lot of things to annoy Gideon.
Annoying him was safer, safer than letting myself really want him. Because, if I was going to be a slave to my urges, I wasn’t going to be miserable alone. I would dig my fingers into the lingering bruise of our semi-regular hookups so Gideon was just as full of self-loathing as I was.
I was pretty sure Gideon hated me.
I was pretty sure I needed Gideon to hate me, because the alternative was even more painful, because hate was at least something, something deep, fiery and primal.
And, we dragon shifters were nothing if not deep, fiery and primal.
The place between my shoulder blades itched, my human skin wearing thin and tight like an ill-fitting suit. I unbuttoned the collar of my shirt, as if that would help. The urge to shift always rose with my desire to see Gideon. At his place, I could wear the skin of my ancient fauna. I could stretch my wings, the bones in my jaw and skull expanding to accommodate fangs and horns and the armored plates that rand down my vertebrae. Gideon would shift, too. And in our dragon forms, we’d fight. Then we’d shift back, and we’d fuck. The sparring was foreplay, brutal and animalistic. One of these times, I always thought, Gideon and I really might kill each other.
It was the same every time, a constant, but goddamn it if it every time wasn’t the highlight of my life.
Gideon and I had met at a farmers’ market six years ago. A real bougie meet-cute right out of a gay hallmark movie. The small-town farmer and the big city executive. I’d been passing through town on the way to visit my parents, and I stopped to get a pressed juice and a pastry, and some flowers for my mother. And there was Gideon, standing at his little farm stand, haloed in an explosion of color, dozens of flower arrangements and elegant bouquets. He was huge and rugged. Scowling. Beautiful. Putting all the flowers to shame.
I approached with caution, because I could tell he saw me immediately for what I was, just as I recognized him. I looked into his icy blue eyes and saw the beast beneath.
For a several moments, we’d just stared at each other.
I bought some flowers. He gave me his card.
It took me three weeks to work up the courage to call him.
We met for a drink, despite the fact that we both knew we’d never work. It was just my luck—the only other ancient shifter in a hundred miles, and he wasn’t mine.
And I wasn’t his.
That was the thing with ancients. Our power came with a lot of rules, many of which didn’t have much bearing on modern life, except the first, and the biggest. Each shifter born with an ancient fauna only had one mate. A true mate.
It was something you just knew, deep in your bones, deep in your soul, when you saw them. It was an instant, undeniable attraction. Fate. Destiny. Blah blah blah. My parents could—and often did—wax endlessly poetic about the day they’d met. Their story was sweet enough to turn anyone into an instant diabetic
As hot and infuriating and toe-curling in the sack as Gideon was, he wasn’t mine. He wasn’t my destiny. I’d mostly given up on finding my true mate, and I imagined Gideon probably felt the same. We could never have that kind of soul-deep pair bond between us that would allow us to be truly complete. Truly settled. Whole.
But we could absolutely get together from time to time and fuck each other’s brains out. It took the edge off being so goddamn lonely. Kinda. With a resigned sigh, I looked down at the screen of my phone, brushing my thumb over it, like maybe I could feel my way to a better solution.
I hit send.
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hmmm top 5 popular wolfstar tropes/headcanons u cant get behind!
hi omg!! sorry for my late response i got a lot more of these than expected and didnt have much time to get through them yesterday xx ive got three here because i struggled to think of five...can you believe i might be all hater'd out. i never thought this possible frankly xx
3. player sirius. this is low on the list and i feel like a bit of a hypocrite including it seeing as ive. well i've written it before. so as a plot device i don't have much of a problem with it and often to write different fics about the same two people over and over again you inevitably have to alter certain parts and contexts of their characters but. if im thinking about what i actually consider the most accurate portrayal of him / of r/s i don't really think sirius would be much of a player. but its not a dealbreaker at all really its just here to make up numbers xx in fact i quite enjoy it sometimes xx
2. anything where they have a kid sorry. spoke about this before but it just doesn't make much sense to me when considering their characters. like i just cannot imagine them wanting kids especially r. also i just have no interest in kidfic i dont want to read it apologies xx
1. the fucking unbearable portrayal of sirius as this annoying stupid childish clingy drama queen and remus being his exasperated dull boyfriend who seems to find him so irritating that it becomes difficult to see why they even like each other. its mainly the ditzification of sirius, which is such a poor and inaccurate and lazy portrayal of his character, but also in turn it then casts remus as the 'straight man' in the dynamic and overall its just a rubbish portrayal of r/s and i honestly dont know where it comes from lol.
#mainly this ask is an opportunity for me to complain about#number one. the rest are there to make up numbers but number one is the one that gets me soo much its so annoying#ask game
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I usually keep quiet when it comes to my opinion because wrestling fans can be hypersensitive and call you a hater over any opposing opinion you may have. However, I’ve honestly got to say, the way the WWE has booked Cody since his return to the company has been irritating the hell out of me. I didn’t dislike him ever, but him being pushed as Courage the Cowardly Dog is irking me deeply. He’s constantly getting his a** beat by Brock and now we’re supposed to buy into him winning at Summerslam. If anything, it’s more annoying that he looks so weak. It’s almost unbearable at this point. And this is the same man fans are saying needs to “finish the story”.... this is the man people are pushing over the phenomenal, cinematic storytelling the Bloodline has given us over the course of 3 years?...... it kinda makes me sick to my stomach knowing that there’s a possibility this is the man that’s going to end Roman’s reign. Idk But I can agree to your disdain for him..
courage the cowardly dog has sent me to venus 😭😭😭 no but you are right. it's fucking mental, how blatant the pushing actually is. and then what made it ten times worse was kevin patrick had the audacity on raw to call him the "past, present, and the future of the wwe", and the issue is he hasn't done anything. he hasn't achieved anything. he hasn't earned those titles in the slightest, and yet we're all supposed to buy into him being That Guy when the only thing he's been successful at is using other people's gimmicks to get ahead. he did it with his brother's gimmick and it didn't work, he's doing it with his father's legacy and it's still not working. they have nothing else for him so they're constantly trying to push him as this down and out underdog when every week he's coming out in suits that cost more than my rent.
and, you know, fair play to him. if you have the money, dress like you have the money. but i find it so interesting that we've just seen on smackdown bobby lashley talking about style and dressing up when he's about to turn heel with the street profits - the implication being suits = villain. but cody comes out in a three-piece suit every fucking week and we're supposed to buy him as a babyface? come on. it's insane because it's contradictory with everything we know about how the heel/babyface dynamic works, and he isn't an exception. as much as they might want him to be, as much as he might think he deserves to be (and let's be honest, given how much he cries about being compared to homelander, he absolutely thinks he deserves to be known as the exception to the rule) he isn't. he looks like a corporate jackass. he acts like a corporate jackass. and whoever is writing his segments (or, god forbid, if he is coming up with this shit) helps him look like a corporate jackass. there's no planet in the entire fucking solar system where a clear-cut babyface talks about how much money they earn for a company, their momentum, their numbers. it doesn't happen. yet he does. and smugly, too.
he has no story to finish. he had no story to start with. his story is his father's story but the problem is, dusty was a working man. dusty was relatable. dusty was a man of the people. dusty dressed in jeans and wrinkled shirts and admitted that, yeah, sure, he didn't look like your typical wrestler with the glitz and the glam but he had one thing those other wrestlers didn't have, he had heart. and cody has no heart. there's nothing relatable about him from the perspective of the people he wants to look relatable to. i don't look at him and think he knows what it's like to have to go round a grocery store and count the prices up as you're putting things in a cart. i look at him and think he doesn't know struggle. he doesn't know pain. he doesn't know what it's like to wake up and not know where your next meal is coming from, but dusty did. dusty knew. and that's why people loved and clung onto dusty so much, because he was one of us. he was just a guy who had the heart of a lion. cody has the heart of a robot. he's manufactured, he's primped and prepared by the corporation that sits in the shadows behind him and that's it. it's blatant, it's transparent, and it doesn't help that he's outshined by nearly every other superstar on the roster because he has about as much charisma as a wet paper bag, too.
a wiseman once said (literally a wiseman, because i'm talking about paul heyman) that it's a wrestler's responsibility to prove to me, the viewer, why i should care about you. and cody doesn't prove anything. he doesn't even try to. he thinks he's earned the right to respect and adoration by having an injured tit, by being dusty rhodes' son, despite there being countless other superstars who have been through worse and haven't received half as much as he has in return. he's in the company for the money and the status, and he doesn't give a fuck about wrestling in the slightest. he's an entitled cunt.
#anon ask#ask#wrestling tag#cw: long post#sorry this got long but.... i fucking hate him bro#adrenaline in my soul this blog's anti cody rhodes
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That Vogue interview annoyed me so much that I have to comment it in more detail, so semi rant incoming lol. The translation was made by @sisionscreen (you can find the whole interview in their blog, I also reblogged it earlier). Thank you for enduring the job of translating this mess!
To show the desired modernity, costume designer Gabriela Reumer took a central role. The Swisswoman is known for her work on TV productions like Soko Wismar and movies like “Rabbit without Ears”,“Guardians” and “Traumfabrik” and had to familiarize herself with the 19th century royal fashion first - and wasn’t too fond of some of the things she found. “I immediately had the ambition to choose a different approach to the costumes than the classic-historical one.”
You see the thing about this is that there isn't a single piece of Elisabeth centered media that has historically accurate costumes. The closest one is the 2009 mini series, which respects the silhouttes of the time and recreates some of her most known looks - but it still plays loose with history. There isn't anything groundbraking in modernizing Elisabeth's dresses.
Reumer: Today it is desired in period dramas that everything is modern and different in terms of film making or production. That is a great undertaking and not easy to do. But you have to adapt a bit to the present and adapt the story for the eyes of today because a lot just doesn't work anymore. About 1850, women were like furniture. They were adorned, one could say decorated, so you look at them. The most important thing was that it was a lot. Actually this is unbearable, the women were like dolls. At this time, the crinolines, a kind of hoop skirt, were like a sphere and gave the women this doll likeness. But this didn't fit the story of Sisi for me, this woman, that emancipated herself and freed herself from the oppression and power plays. So I asked myself how could one dress women more dynamically. So I changed the shape of the crinolines towards something that came into fashion in the 1870s: flat in the front and a bit elliptical in the back. I used this shapes for Sisi and Sophie.
I will ignore the whole "women were furnitures" take and just focus on the second part, about crinolines not "fitting" Sisi's story. Because if Sisi is meant to be this free spirited girl that was thrown into a gilded cage, and this is a coming of age story of her emancipating herself, then wouldn't it make perfect sense for her to wear the 1850s crinolines? If your take is that crinolines were oppressive, and that Elisabeth was oppressed at court, then her wearing them to represent that is a no brainer. Then you can signify her freeing herself by having her not wear them anymore by the end of the season (or at whatever point in the show this happens). Forget historical accuracy, giving Elisabeth a 1870s bustle doesn't make sense narratively.
Vogue: So did you also see the originals clothes of Empress Elisabeth?
Reumer: Yes, at Schönbrunn, but I found them awful. Everything was so tacky. I'm usually very minimalistic when it comes to my costumes.
Well Gabriela, Elisabeth didn't dress having in mind getting your approval. Nor should you expect a rich royal woman from the 19th century to have the same taste in fashion as you.
Vogue: Then why did you agree to be the costume designer after all?
I wonder the same thing.
Reumer: At the beginning, I wondered what I was actually doing here. But then I viewed it as a challenge. There are also very nice great from this time. The men's clothing is awesome with its frock-coats from great materials and high tophats. It is crazy what one can do with shapes.
You can tell that Reumer isn't into historical fashion at all because she likes Victorian male fashion aka literally the Most Boring Male Fashion in history.
Vogue: Was there a character you found difficult to dress?
Reumer: In the beginning, this was the case with Emperor Franz. He always showed himself in uniform and we had to figure out how to show him without a uniform. How do you show what kind of person he really is? That wasn't simple. Also to make the uniform fit in a way he can move like an emperor was a challenge. For example, he wears a corsage underneath it to support him.
Ok I actually like this! Men wore corsets too! I hope this makes it into the screen, we have way too many scenes of women being tightlaced and not any of men wearing corsets because they were a practical undergarment that gave support.
Overall this interview deeply annoyed me because the way Reumer talked about it, it seems that the modern look of the costumes (which is a trend in period dramas that recently has become very popular thanks to shows such as Bridgerton) is solely due to her just not liking 1850s fashion. Modernization can work for narrative purposes, Bridgerton is a full-on romance fantasy that has nothing to do with actual history so the glittery dresses work to enphasize that. RTL Sisi is also so loosely based on the actual Elisabeth of Austria's life that the modern fabrics and designs work to separate it from real history. Even the Sissi Trilogy with its Disney-princess-like dresses does this. Many times this is not even the designers fault, usually the director has a vision for the story and the designer has to work around that. But I do expect at least some respect for the source material. To say that you hated what the actual woman wore and instead you took inspiration from random moments in fashion history that you liked is just tasteless, what can I say.
That being said I do hope that the final look of the show's costumes is at least cohesive and do make sense within the narrative of the story. But yeah this was dissapointing.
#imagine seeing a dress worn by the woman whose story you're helping to tell and going#`terrible taste gotta change it to something that I personally like´#btw western male fashion peaked during the 18th century and the regency everything went down hill afterwards#costume designer: gabriela reumer#vogue germany#die kaiserin (2022)#the empress (2022)
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The Max + Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan sibling dynamics is something I been saying for MONTHS like imagining them is so funny to me
Max and Steve dynamics would 100% be Max doing some dangerous shit (like playing with a lighter and hairspray) that gives Steve a heart attack then Steve jokes Max will be the reason his gray hair will grow in faster. Max would 100% be like “you are the coolest person ever but I will never admit it to you” and Max would tear up when she think of her and Steve friendship because this is the brother she always wanted
I feel like Max and Robin dynamics would be constant joking with each other like Robin would create nicknames for her like calling her Little Orphan Annie all the time so Max retaliates by giving Robin birds seeds when she asks for a snack and Robin retaliates by trying to eat the bird seeds till Steve smack them out her hands then ask “why” and Robin would claim she was being challenged 
Max and Nancy dynamic would be again Max looking up to Nancy like the coolest person ever like she does with Steve. Nancy would 100% teach Max how to shoot a gun. I feel like Max would try to annoy Nancy (in a joking way of course) all the time cuz if she finds out Billy try to sleep with Karen you know for a fact Max abt to be unbearable abt it like Max and Nancy would be jokingly disagreeing on something then Max goes “Hey don’t talk back to your aunt” then Nancy would said “I don’t have a aunt- OH you little shit”
Max and Johnathan dynamic I feel like John would be the second person Max goes to if she need to talk ending up in them watching a movie. Max would see season 4 Johnathan and be like “Damn wtf happen to you but you look like a true Californian not whatever the fuck Mike has going on”. Also John would teach Max how to use a Camera
Bonus: Max would try to teach them all how to skateboard but stopped for a couple of months after Robin twisted her ankle but in those months Steve teaches Max how to drive. Nancy teaches Max to shoot a gun. Johnathan would teaches her how to use a camera. Robin would teach Max how to speak other languages.
YESSS!!!! personally i have different thoughts but tbh most of these hcs align with mine
for some reason i hc max and nancy wouldnt get along at first but then find themselves unwillingly caring about each other but they'll never admit it and they'll keep talking shit to each other. but they love each other <3
jonathan has Never Met Any Child who is this sarcastic. like there's erica but max is the Queen Of Sarcasm and jonathan at first didn't know how to deal with it, but as time goes on, he gets more and more used to it. jonathan gives max mini-lessons on how to stay calm and not get angry quickly and she soaks all the attention she can garner. he doesn't even realize he's basically adopted her, even though he makes meals for her whenever she comes over and gives her hot chocolate whenever she wants it
steve is the one Max Admires Most i think? but you'd never hear that from her. and even though she never says it, steve gets that general gist but really hates it, as he doesn't want her to be like him, but she won't hear any shit he talks about himself. she's been vulnerable with him like Three Times, which is more than Anyone Else, even lucas. he teaches her how to play basketball and in return she teaches him how to (vaguely) skateboard
ROBIN BEING A BIRD ASHJSHJSHJSHJSHJS. i feel like robin would be more confused about where Max Is Getting All These Bird Seeds????? but she plays along anyways. robin was the first max came out to when she realized she was bi and smiled and hugged her and teased her for her crushes on el and lucas. they have a more steve + dustin dynamic, with robin acting a little bit like a mentor/sibling figure to her. she only just realizes she's adopted the traumatized gremlin when she wraps an arm around max's shoulder and ruffles her hair, and remembers she saw steve do the same to dustin. she calls max 'my little sister' and max thinks it is So Cool to have an older sister like robin so she calls rob 'my big sister' and she really likes how it sounds and she's all like excited
they've all adopted her, but only robin and steve acknowledge it, and the other two just Don't Know about it lmao
#nancy and max ''hate'' each other but whenever someone else talks shit about them they WILL throw hands#max mayfield#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jonathan byers#stranger things#petition to get max a healthy sibling dynamic in s4 <3
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1.Hi! Do you happen to have any ideas about Sakura's parents? I'm new to the fandom but wanted to write a Sakura-centred story, but I'm not sure how to handle them. Most stories I've read portray them as abusive/neglectful. I'm still reading manga (and watched anime; prefer manga) but as far as I know, they never appeared there. In anime and RTN they didn't make a good impression on me (borderlying emotional abuse, and her dad seems to be dismissive of her feelings and always makes stupid jokes)
Hey, no worries, anon! Now, for your question, I understand perfectly where you’re coming from.
I will confess that I’m not an anime watcher and don’t intend on being one, but I understand your frustrations. One consistent thing about SP we can ‘depend’ on is their rather annoying penchant for portraying her as horribly as possible and taking her flaws and dialing them up to unbearably high levels. If her portrayal was more congruent with how she is in the manga, I doubt the bandwagon of hatred for her would be as severe, but I digress.
On to the topic at hand, but as a fellow fanfic writer who frankly loves Mebuki and Kizashi but hates how SP handled them (considering how Kishimoto-sensei designed them himself, it feels like more salt in the wound for us manga fans), I do have some workarounds on how to approach them, and how their inclusion can actually enhance Sakura’s potential with some Sakura-centric trope staples.
Now, with what we’re given, we do approach some problems with them:
Characterization: One of the biggest issues I’ve been able to discern is that both Mebuki and Kizashi seem to tag-team in being horrible to Sakura. Not only is Mebuki pigeonholed in the domineering, naggy, bossy personality trope that almost every Naruto woman has or eventually comes to exhibit by the time they become a housewife, but she also seems to be quite big on devaluing Sakura, too. We see her rag about how much of a slob Sakura is (let alone how she can’t cook; keep your headcanons, SP, I don’t want them) in front of others, but that doesn’t necessarily make Kizashi much better. Why? Well, he seems like he’s whipped in the bad sense of the word, often agreeing with Mebuki and not speaking out against what she says. His redeeming quality is that he seems more laid back and likes to crack puns/dad jokes (I like it, at least), but together? Well, it doesn’t add up to parents that seem to support their daughter. Hell, if canon is anything to go by, it might not be that ridiculous to assume Sakura might’ve cut ties, if it least is alienated and distant. Not what we want here!
Background: Or rather, the lack thereof. Now, while I see this as a huge positive, others don’t. Why? Well, there’s next to nothing on them while almost all of the Rookies have fleshed out backgrounds. Mebuki and Kizashi, meanwhile, are just run-of-the-mill civilians with no real past. Kizashi seems to be a genin while Mebuki is simply a housewife. Whether she was an active kunoichi at some time or not, I doubt we’ll ever know.
So, how do we fix this train-wreck? These are just my solutions, at least, and how I’ve come to work around these glaring problems.
Kizashi and Mebuki’s dynamic: From what I’ve seen, I really feel that these two’s personalities could actually be really amusing if redirected, so that’s my first piece of advice: redirecting where their vitriol goes, or distributing it more evenly could really salvage their characters without making them OOC. Mebuki’s a nag? Well, I find softening her blows or inserting some humor can help diffuse any potential toxicity. For example, if Mebuki feels the need to carp at Sakura at how messy her room is, maybe Mebuki can toss in some humor and mention that her pile of dirty laundry is starting to become sentient and that she heard it growl at her while she was vacuuming the hall. With Kizashi, I like to have her actually take part in his jokes as the straight man (like manzai that exists as a form of Japanese humor). As for Kizashi, I think the simplest fix would just not o have him take part in any degrading. However, if you eliminate it entirely (which I do and recommend), he can become an active, jokey participant instead of a doormat (which I absolutely do, too), would help loads.
Mebuki: Like I stated above, you can keep most of her personality while removing the sharp, jagged bits and not have her be unrecognizable. Instead of making her the one who devalues Sakura, make her the tough love, realistic/brutally honest advice parent. What this means is, for example, having Mebuki sit a pre-series, young Sakura down and tell her that being a kunoichi is really tough and that she won’t have an easy time in the Academy. For Interlude-era Sakura when she’s training under Tsunade, make Mebuki snatch away medical textbook Sakura was cramming at midnight and tell her she needs to sleep and has been looking like a zombie in the morning. After one of her deadly spars with Tsunade, have Mebuki blow up at Sakura out of worry, not because she doesn’t think Sakura can’t do it. Have them get into quarrels about how stressed Sakura is, that she should ask Tsunade to ease up a little. Stuff like this, where it’s still flawed but not toxic.
Kizashi: Like I said above, Kizashi is a little rough, but with a little polish, it doesn’t take much to make him shine. Personally, my favorite thing to do with him is make him the parent Sakura confides in and receives really tender advice and assurance from. I see him as the more affectionate of the two, for sure. The one who gave tiny Sakura bear hugs after really rough treatment by her bullies, who tells her they were probably jealous of her. That kind of dad, really. However, what I really love doing is playing with Kizashi’s background as a Genin and make him the one who actually helped train Sakura in the basics. We know Sakura was really adept with shurikenjutsu, trap setting, genjutsu identification and dissolvement, chakra control, and the like? Well, have Kizashi be the one who helped his kid out! Maybe he helped her memorize the Shinobi Rules, who coached her on her aim, who taught her how to expand her chakra control, stuff like that.
Background: Now, I know this one is a big head-scratcher for many creators, but it’s what I find to actually be the biggest strength and source of inspiration for Sakura-centric AU’s. Why? Because fleshing out her background is oftentimes a massive component, if not plot point! I go into a lot more depth with it in this meta I wrote awhile back with one of the chapters that explores specific tropes, but some of the most fun you can have with Sakura’s lack of background is fleshing it out. And keep Kizashi and Mebuki as her parents because they, too, like Sakura don’t have explored backgrounds. This can entail everything from fleshing out a clan for her (Haruno clan, anyone?) to making Kizashi and Mebuki the descendants of another (Senju and Uzumaki are popular choices) or even inventing kekkei genkai or other cool jutsu unique to their family. The sky’s the limit, really, with where you can take this!
In conclusion, I hope this can be of help to you, anon! Mebuki and Kizashi are a tricky subject to handle, but with a little patience and polish, can be better reflections of themselves instead of the distorted mess that SP warped them into.
If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to ask!
#Sakura Haruno#haruno sakura#mebuki haruno#kizashi haruno#pro sakura#pro sakura haruno#pro haruno sakura#scask
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your icon gives me serotonin (and i would die for your thoughts on 10 and donna PLEASE I AM STARVED)
ok i don't have a lot of time but i'm gonna start writing a reply
LISTEN
it's been already a few weeks (months?) since i finished DW but ALL THE TIME i was watching dw after season 4 i was just like "i miss donnaaaaa"
the Donna&Doctor dynamic is until my favorite doctor/companion combo EVERRRR and I cannot get over them
the 60s anniversary specials are gonna KILL me i just know it
anyways... my thoughts on them... where do I even begin?
First of all, they are idiots. I love them dearly, they complement each other fantastically <3
bc idk what exactly you want to know I'm just gonna go on a ramble of one of my fave moments (that i wanna explore in a fanfic one day mayhaps)
i suck at episode names so please forgive me but it's the episode where they are on the planet with the Ood and the Ood in captivity are singing their song and it is heartbreaking and beautiful. there is this moment where 10 shares with Donna what he hears, because she can't hear it. And she can bear it for maybe... five seconds? and then she asks him to make it stop. He does it without questioning. He is not angry or disappointed with her for not wanting to hear that. She has the choice to hear it and it's too much (so she knows her boundaries) and he respects that. I think she's crying at that point. Idk if that's in the show or if it's such a strong headcanon of mine but she asks him if he hears that all the time and he's like "yeah" and that just.
That whole scene. man...
Despite all the chaotic things they do, all the fun they have, it's funny that I chose *this* scene to talk about because I feel like it shows how deep their connection is.
First of all I think that David Tennant shows the pain that he constantly carries with him bc he's a timelord the best of all the doctors. baby is NOT okay. And I think in the scene I just described Donna really, *really* understands that. She understands how much he suffers, the gigantic burdens he constantly carries with him and that are only piling up. I think in that scene she sees it more clearly than ever and it changes perhaps the way she views him. She's still gonna annoy him, but idk man, I feel like that it's an important moment in their relationship.
And again, she usually doesn't hear the Ood, but in that moment she does, and all their pain SUDDENLY crashes down on her, that *must* have been unbearable. And 10 just taking the pain away with such grace and no judgement BREAKS me.
idk if what I'm saying actually makes sense but it's one of my favorite scenes and I wish we'd gotten a scene afterwards where they kinda talk about it. And Donna can't do much bc she *can't* stop 10 from haering the songs, she *can't* take his pain away, but she *can* be there with him, she *can* support him emotionally and if it's just for a second.
anyways, that was my very long ramble about one of my favorite DoctorDonna scenes and my favorite DW scenes in general I think (also because the music is just the most beautiful in the world)
if you have any more questions, more specific or not please send them my way, i could ramble about this chaotic duo for forever
p.s. thanks, i love my icon too, i wanted it to be donna and 10 first but i didn't find a photo that gave off the chaotic energy i wanted so it became much ado about nothing <3
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