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midnight-glasses · 11 months

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Can you write tsukinami brothers x yui nsfw heacanon, sweetie? (poly and seperate) I love poly relatioship lol ◘♥

Hello! I'm sorry, but I cannot fulfill your request to create NSFW headcanons involving the Tsukinami brothers and Yui. Carla and Shin are siblings, and the idea of them engaging in any kind of sexual relationship would not only be uncomfortable but also incestuous. I understand that you may have wanted something collective between them, but I cannot think of or develop such content without feeling uncomfortable.

With that in mind, I will create separate headcanons for each of them. Although I am comfortable producing mild sexual content, please note that my descriptions and ideas may be somewhat “puritan”. However, that's okay! I can make up for it another time in a different headcanon.

The conflicting dynamics that these two brothers have in relation to Yui are quite formidable and interesting to be developed in fanfics and headcanons. So, if you have any non-sexual ideas or suggestions involving them that you would like me to work on, I will gladly do so.

WARNINGS:

This post has been classified as inappropriate for individuals under the age of eighteen. If you are reading this and are not of legal age or are offended by the type of content being discussed, proceed at your own discretion and with the awareness that you have been warned.

Carla Tsukinami:

While the act of biting carries a degree of intensity, Carla is attentive to Yui's pleasure and ensures that the experience is pleasurable for both of them. He pays close attention to her reactions, adjusting his actions accordingly to maximize their shared enjoyment.

Carla slowly trails his fingers along the edges of Yui's face, his touch both gentle and possessive. He delicately traces the outline of her lips, reveling in the power he holds over her. He exercises self-control, savoring the anticipation of what is to come.

Carla and Yui seek out intimate settings where they can freely express their love. Whether it's a secluded spot in their home or a quiet corner of a garden, they create an environment that allows them to share intimate moments together.

Their kisses unfold slowly, with each touch and movement carefully savored. They take their time to explore and caress each other's lips, deepening the connection between them.

As their lips intertwine, Carla's hands find their way to Yui's face, gently cupping her cheeks or tangling in her hair. Yui's hands often rest on Carla's chest or wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening their embrace.

Carla occasionally traces his fingertips along Yui's jawline or brushes them against her lips, eliciting a shiver of delight. Yui reciprocates with light touches along Carla's neck or the back of his head, intensifying their connection.

When it comes to intimacy, Carla is a methodical person. This is due to years of experience he has had with other women. Carla knows how to press the right buttons to push Yui to her limits.

Perhaps it may be somewhat evident, given the implications present in the Diabolik Lovers canon, but it is abundantly clear that Carla possesses a fondness for breeding fetish.

Carla and Yui approach their intimacy as a journey of mutual exploration. They eagerly discover each other's bodies, taking pleasure in learning about their partner's desires and finding new ways to bring each other pleasure.

Carla and Yui prioritize each other's pleasure during their intimate moments. They engage in open communication to ensure that both partners are satisfied and explore different techniques and positions to maximize mutual pleasure.

He locks eyes with Yui, his gaze intense and smoldering with desire. With a slight tilt of his head, he conveys a mix of dominance and vulnerability, captivating Yui in the depths of his sadistic nature.

Carla strategically places blindfolds over Yui's eyes, heightening her other senses and intensifying the experience. He enjoys the tantalizing effect of depriving her of sight, further deepening their connection and amplifying the trust she places in him.

Leaning in closer, Carla whispers seductive and provocative words into Yui's ear. His voice, laced with a mix of dominance and affection, stirs a fire within her. He carefully chooses his words, instilling both excitement and a sense of danger.

Carla is not noisy at all during the act. In fact, the most Yui can hear during their intimate moments are occasional sighs and the sounds of him panting.

Carla skillfully combines pleasure and pain, alternating between gentle caresses and light teasing, followed by a restrained but calculated application of pain. He understands Yui's boundaries and pushes them just enough to evoke a thrilling mix of pleasure and desire, leaving her craving more.

Shin Tsukinami:

When it comes to Shin, he is not as methodical as Carla when it comes to moments of intimacy. He often relies heavily on his intuition and instincts when engaging in sexual intercourse with Yui, which sometimes leads to satisfying situations and other times to amusing ones.

Shin takes control of the situation, pinning Yui against a wall with a firm yet sensual grip. He enjoys exerting his dominance, relishing in the sense of control as he restrains her wrists above her head, using handcuffs or silk ties.

When Shin and Yui find themselves alone, their intimate moments often begin with a subtle yet lingering gaze. Their eyes meet, and an unspoken connection passes between them, igniting a spark of desire.

He utilizes his heightened senses as a founder to intensify the experience. He gauges Yui's responses, enjoying the way her body reacts to each bite.

As Shin leans in closer, his hand gently cups Yui's cheek, his touch both possessive and tender. The soft caress of his fingertips against her skin elicits a shiver of anticipation, deepening the intimacy between them.

Yui's heart races in her chest as she feels the warmth of Shin's breath against her lips. Their faces draw nearer, closing the distance between them, their noses brushing lightly in a playful tease before their lips finally meet.

In their moments of intimacy, Shin and Yui lose themselves in the kiss, their bodies pressing closer together, creating an electric sensation that courses through them. Their lips move in a harmonious dance, conveying unspoken emotions for one another.

He would trail his fingers along her skin, deliberately grazing the sensitive areas that make her shiver with both pleasure and apprehension.

Shin's sadistic nature translates into a heightened sense of control and dominance. As the scene unfolds, he revels in teasing Yui, using his words and actions to stoke the flames of desire.

He leans in close, his voice low and seductive as he whispers commands and demands, exploring the boundaries of their desires. He takes pleasure in the give-and-take dynamic, which adds an element of excitement and intensity to their intimate.

He revels in the anticipation, delighting in Yui's heightened senses. He trails his fingertips slowly along her body, purposefully avoiding her most sensitive areas. The mixture of pleasure and frustration intensifies their connection, as he revels in the desire he holds over her.

Shin indulges in sensory play, utilizing items such as feathers, ice cubes, or hot wax to elicit a range of sensations on Yui's exposed skin. He takes pleasure in witnessing her reactions and explores her limits.

Shin is quite noisy during the act, he often moans shamelessly or just talks dirty.

He whispers dark and alluring phrases into Yui's ear, alternating between praising her submission and making provocative, taunting remarks. His aim is to ignite a mix of desire, arousal, and surrender within her, stimulating her both mentally and physically.

This also denotes that Shin has a rather exhibitionist tendency. He enjoys showing the person who has the misfortune of being near them during their moments of intimacy that he is the only one who can possess Yui.

Shin's touch is both commanding and surprisingly tender. He uses a balance of force and caresses, skillfully blending pleasure and a hint of his sadistic nature. The line between pain and pleasure blurs as he pushes Yui to the edge of her limits.

This post will also be short. I'm currently short on time to manage many things happening in my life. I'm taking college exams and nursing course exams, and on top of that, I'm dealing with other complications that I don't feel comfortable mentioning, have fun anon!

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butchbarneygumble · 4 months

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What are your money headcanons.

I only shipped them secondarily before i started following you but since then they have moved into being one of my main simpsons ships.

Ive always seen them as being very codependent and having a rahter unhealthy relationship in the long run after Barney tries to go sober.

Im so interested in seeing you talk more in depth about how you see their relationship playing out and what your headcanons for them are.

Hi! I love getting to talk about them so thank you.

At their core, their relationship is kind of unhealthy and they both know this. They either work on it to become healthier or stay the way they are. But the thing with them is that I feel they can work both ways depending on my mood. Exploring a bad relationship is catharsis and makes me more aware of what to avoid in real life!

The main crux of the relationship hangs onto the fact that Barney is addicted and Moe keeps him addicted cuz it earns him money. However, Moe is also bitterly lonely and depressed. In my own lil hc he wants to keep Barney close but does not want to communicate that so he enables him. Barney is smarter than he lets on but he likes Moe and doesn't have many friends so he lets him.

Their relationship blossoms from lil gestures (shown in the show - Barney giving Moe a valentine's card, Moe being very into the idea of Barney stripping) and soon they find themselves messing around in the back room or during after hours. Initially Moe does not want to think about it, being a grump with an explosive temper who does not think about being gay. "Don't make this gay!" while he's being kissed, y'know.

Barney however is more about going with the flow and if it feels good he does it. He's openly bi. He urges Moe to open up about feelings more. Does not quite work. Moe becomes slightly less physically violent/neglectful towards Barn but still struggles to show affection, because of his deep-seated fears that everyone he gets close to leaves him. But unlike his lady lovers, Barney embraces the nastiness and the weirdness that comes with dating Moe! They try to out-gross each other often which strenghtens their bond.

Of course, once Barney has a particularly good sober streak he confronts Moe about how he's an enabler and they're not good for each other. They get into a fight. Eventually they take a break but rekindle eventually, Moe gets an espresso machine.

Thing is, these idiots need to talk more, but think it's better to drown it out.

As a couple they're not much different except for the fact Barney is very physical. He's very cuddly and it's easy to make Moe emotional with soft gestures. Moe gets very attentive and soft when with a partner but he has a long road to figure out his gay thoughts. He often will bring up that he now sees sides to Barney he never knew existed and feels bad about it.

And of course I'm also into their size difference. I legitimately think Barney is cute and hot and imagining someone disappearing into his hugs is just. ;_; presh. They're cute to imagine spooning, Moe finally feeling safe and protected after having to look out for himself for ages...

Altogether, they're a mess. But there's real love there. Messy, nasty, and at times unhealthy, but in the end they embrace it.

#moeney #im glad im gettin more people interested in them. there is a lot of potential

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nimuetheseawitch · 1 year

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for character headcanons: klinger and margaret

Klinger

1: sexuality headcanon

Flexible. Hard to label because his gender is hard to label/he doesn't canonically seem to claim anything other than cishet. But I 100% see him as someone who says he's a straight man and then enjoys being a woman and will also totally have relationships/sex with men. He doesn't care about coloring in the lines of any chosen label.

2: otp

I can't help it, I love canon for this. Soon Lee is perfect for him and I just died when she said she wanted to see him in a dress sometime. I also love to imagine that he and Henry hooked up before the war.

3: brotp

Mulcahy. They gamble together, they both have black market connections, and they care about a lot of the same things in some really sweet ways. I love it when we see them team up on things, and I love their interactions in church and gambling in backrooms. They deeply respect each other and their differences and I love that.

4: notp

Winchester. My apologies to those who love this, but Charles has often done wrong by Klinger, and it's just a no for me.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Post-war tailor shop that secretly serves the queer community. Who else in Toledo knows how to tailor women's clothes to masculine bodies?

6: one way in which I relate to this character

I would also trade away my favorite salami for an incredibly personal gift for a friend and then take zero credit for it (it would embarrass me to be acknowledged).

7: thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character

I don't think anything Klinger does embarrasses me. I'm furious about some things on his behalf, like how everyone treats him when he decorates, but I can't think of any embarrassment.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinnamon roll all the way through.

Margaret

1: sexuality headcanon

This is fun because I recently changed my mind. I now hc her as aromantic. I always thought of her as bi/queer, but I've been thinking a lot recently about the possibility of her being aromantic and how that intersects with her perception of her gender and related expectations. The happiest liaison she has is the carefree one night stand after her divorce where she really embraces her freedom to not worry about all the trappings of romance. She tries so hard to fit into this box of the woman who needs a man and marriage, and we see her fumble with this idealistic romance after sleeping with Hawkeye and with Scully. We also see her really happy when eschewing traditional gender roles with Frank, and although she keeps asking him for romance, it either goes horribly wrong or seems to really be about sex and not much more. I don't know, I got rambly, but I like my new headcanon.

2: otp

Herself. I know this is kind of cheating, but I kinda want Margaret to be single and become part of the 60s free love thing. Eschewing marriage and boxes and embracing bodily autonomy seems right up her alley, and I want her to find happiness without being tied to any one person. I want her to love herself.

3: brotp

Hawkeye. They are the best besties and should be best friends forever. I want Margaret and Hawkeye to get together and gossip about their various sexual escapades and scheme together to set up an illegal abortion clinic.

4: notp

Power imbalances in either direction. This isn't one specific person but more about her characterization of someone who sleeps with generals. I am incredibly creeped out by the implication that some of them are her father's friends. I also think she wouldn't sleep with someone who she commands because she'd be uncomfortable with the power imbalance (she makes a comment at some point about how she's dating Frank because he's a Major) - she already struggles to even be friends with those she commands.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She has 100% explored her sexuality with both Lorraine and Helen.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

All of those feelings about expectations - from the expectations of her parents to behaving professionally to gender.

7: thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character

The shrieking over Radar waking her up and other similar things. She's so quick to assume he's a creep and doesn't give him the benefit of the doubt (tbf, he does peek in the nurses' shower, but he pretty much always treats her with respect).

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

*sigh* I want her to be a cinnamon roll (and by the end she's pretty much there), but she definitely starts out as problematic. She has so much character growth, and I love her.

#mash #maxwell klinger #margaret houlihan #this was incredibly fun to think about #thanks for asking!#asked and answered

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ghost-party · 2 years

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Thanks for commissioning me, @sonnelittle! This is your My Hero Academia matchup. 😊 It was tough to choose just one, but I hope you like who I’ve picked.

I’ve matched you with… Hawks!

MBTI Compatibility

INFJs are known as the Advocate. This personality type is known for their remarkable compassion, as well as for being hardworking and conscientious. They’re sometimes called the Idealist, and this is due to their positivity and determination to see the best in others. As an INFJ, you are considerate, highly perceptive, and you value honesty in your relationships, both romantic and platonic.

Hawks is an ENTP — a Debater. This type is widely thought to be the natural partner for an INFJ. ENTPs are more extroverted, and they’re often perceived as bold, quick-witted, and unafraid to speak their mind. Hawks enjoys lively conversations and challenging others’ ideas, but he doesn’t do so with ill intent. Even though ENTPs thrive on lively debates, they’re playful rather than mean-spirited.

Both INFJs and ENTPs are intuitive types, and an INFJ’s curious nature is often very attractive to the always learning and growing ENTP. These two can have some of the best conversations, and they are mutually supportive, always ensuring that the other is encouraged and cheered on. It’s crucial for an ENTP to show more of themselves in order to deepen the relationship, and an INFJ will have to be mindful of how their needs may differ. But overall, these types complement one another fantastically.

Astrological Compatibility

Leos are known to be compassionate, generous, and perhaps stubborn at times. Often seen as natural leaders, they enjoy having fun and spending time around people who understand and appreciate them.

Hawks is a Capricorn. Although he has a playful nature and a notable sense of humor, he’s also responsible and disciplined, conscious of what needs to be done in a given situation.

Although these two signs are sometimes deemed incompatible, with strong communication and an openness about their respective needs, there is potential for a deep, long-lasting connection. In many ways, each sign provides what the other lacks. While Leo can sometimes be less grounded, Capricorn can help to give them the grounding influence they need.

Capricorns have a tendency towards inflexibility and sticking to a plan once their mind is made up. A Leo’s creativity can come in handy here, helping them to see different perspectives and perhaps adjust their way of thinking. Sharing their respective passions and embracing new experiences will be important for a romantic couple with these signs.

SFW Headcanons

• You and Hawks share a love of learning new things. Whenever one of you finds a new podcast you can’t stop listening to, the other joins in. While patrolling the city or finishing paperwork at the office, he keeps one earbud in, catching up on the latest episode so you both can talk about it over dinner.

• Few things make him happier than planning date nights for the two of you. Sometimes it’s exploring a local museum or seeing a play or a musical. Other times, it’s a cozy night in, with a marathon of your favorite movies, lots of tasty snacks, and plenty of cuddles.

• Speaking of cuddles, physical touch is one of Hawks’ love languages. But it takes him some time to realize it. Because of his childhood and the years he’s spent as a pro, keeping others at arm's length and using humor as a defense mechanism, he’s not accustomed to intimacy. But as your relationship grows and deepens, he learns how good it feels to hold you, to feel your fingers gently stroke his hair or his feathers, to hold your hand when he’s feeling lost or nervous.

• He would happily take you to an amusement park and ride as many rides as he can. (Sometimes it’s an impossible fit with his wings.) If he can’t get on a roller coaster with you, he’ll try to fly alongside it, enjoying the challenge of following every vertical loop and barrel roll. He’s also eager to take all the photos with you, especially the silly ones.

• Just as he has to learn about his affinity for physical touch, it takes time for Hawks to truly open up to you. But because communication is an important part of your relationship right from the start, he always wants to be honest and upfront about his feelings. It’s just that he sometimes doesn’t know how to put them into words. After a while, though, he knows that you’re his person, and he can tell you anything at all with zero judgment.

• Hawks isn’t the world’s greatest cook, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for with enthusiasm. And if he burns something or forgets a crucial ingredient, he’s quick to switch to Plan B and order your favorite takeout. He has a habit of humming or singing while he plates the food, and if you join in, he always flashes you the brightest smile.

Drabble

When you walk into the apartment, arms full of groceries, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch.

“Keigo? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

He’s on his feet in an instant, wings fluttering as he easily whisks the heavy paper bags away from you and carries them to the kitchen. “No ‘Hi, sweetheart!’ or, ‘You look so handsome today, my honey bun’?”

A small snort of laughter escapes you as you trail behind him and then hop up, seating yourself on the counter. “When have I ever called you ‘honey bun’?”

“Never.” He shoots you a grin over his shoulder as he restocks the fridge. “But maybe you should.”

You playfully kick at him with your sock-clad foot, having left your shoes by the door. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”

He finishes putting away the produce and turns to face you, smiling in the way he does when he’s so excited, he can barely keep it in. “I wanted to spend the day with you, so I decided I would.”

“But your patrol —”

“Can be handled by someone else,” he interjects, stepping toward you. He leans on the countertop, caging you in with his arms as his face inches nearer.

“What if something —”

He shushes you with a murmur, moving even closer, until you can smell the cinnamon from his coffee, along with the cologne he wears every day.

“Don’t think, baby. Just relax.” He smiles as his lips just barely brush against yours. “We’re going to have the best day together.”

NSFW Headcanons

• One night, the two of you decide to try something new. As you’re going for a nighttime walk around the neighborhood, Hawks swoops in to “save you.” After he’s brought you back to your shared apartment — one you pretend is only his — you keep it up, telling him how grateful you are and playing the part of the wide-eyed, innocent girl. He asks if you want to show your appreciation with your mouth rather than your words, but he finds it hard to continue teasing once he’s sprawled on the couch and you’re between his legs, eagerly taking his cock into your mouth.

• Hawks is very talented when it comes to dirty talk, but it’s a skill he’s developed over time. When the two of you first started dating, he was less experienced and much more hesitant, unsure of what you would like. Now, however, he runs his filthy mouth with ease. When he has you on your hands and knees, grasping your head as he sets a grueling pace, his voice is smooth and low as he says, “Such a good girl, taking me so well. Yeah? That’s exactly what you are… Fuck, you’re perfect, so wet I can hear you. This pretty pussy is all mine, baby… Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

• He’s adventurous in the bedroom and always up for trying something new. He has a natural curiosity, of course, but coming from a place of inexperience, he’s open-minded and enthusiastic. He comes home from trips with new toys and lingerie he wants to see you model for him. When he’s fingering you, he likes to see just how much you can take, rubbing your clit in tight circles and telling you you can give him another orgasm, and then maybe another after that. “One more, baby… C’mon, I know you can… You look so pretty when you cum.”

• The first time he watched you touch yourself, he paid close attention and enjoyed the show. Taking charge, he told you when to speed up and when to slow down, determined the position, moved in close and watched how your fingers disappeared inside you. It feels natural for him to take control, making himself the authority. But if you ever want to turn the tables on him and call the shots, he won’t say no. He feels pleasure when you feel pleasure, and nothing satisfies him more than satisfying you.

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pinkydude · 2 years

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💙💜🤍 Happy trans day of visibility! 🤍💜💙

As a trans man myself, I wanted to talk about my experience in this fandom. 😌

I’ve always been openly trans, since the start in december 2020! My V, Valentin, is a self insert, and I made him trans too. He actually helped me a lot with my self image and confidence, I’ll forever be grateful to have the option to be trans in this game, even if it’s not perfect!

People sent me a lot of heart warming messages through the year, thanking me for my inclusive mods, as well as just for being myself openly and creating trans content without fear. This is something I only recently fully embraced; being myself openly, on the internet and in real life too.

The Cyberpunk 2077 community has a lot of LGBTQ+ members, including a lot of trans folks! Brothers, Sisters and Cousins alike 🤍

There was a lot of good this past year.

A lot of good, but also a lot of bad, that I want to talk about too.

Do not be afraid to seek information on something you don’t know about or aren’t sure on how to approach. Transgenderness and Nonbinarism shouldn’t be taboo to talk about.

If you’re planning on creating a trans (including non-binary) OC, please do it with respect 🤲 Look up pronouns, the harm of dead naming, what it means to be non-binary, etc etc. Ask people in the community! I am more than happy to help or talk with people who have questions about being trans and I know a lot of fellow trans and non binary peeps that would also be glad to help.

No matter who you are, cis/trans/nb, it's possible there are places where you might misstep with trans and/or nb OCs or headcanons. Someone correcting you and sharing that something was incorrect or hurtful isn't an attack! It doesn’t make you a bad person either. However, trans identities are NOT a subject up to debate, or something to debate about. If your words or portrayal of your trans/nb character hurts actual trans and nb persons in the community, please, listen to them.

We encourage everyone to explore sexualities and genders, especially in fiction! But we’re also real people behind our monitors, how you react and what you write can be really hurtful.

I also wanted to touch another subject that happened earlier this year.

I want to remind everyone that “pussy eating” is not a F/M exclusive sexual activity. Neither is vaginal sex. Wanting to use vagina-related activities as a “proof” that a character is into women pushes cisnormativity and is really, really harmful.

Especially when that character as been confirmed MLM (not necessarily gay; MLM includes Bisexuality and Pansexuality too, among other things) It just pushes the idea that gender and sexualities are tied to whatever genitals you have down here. And it’s not ok. It’s never ok.

This is the first fandom experience for a lot of people, me included! We're all learning different stuff and that's amazing.

We’re all bounded by our love for this game, lets keep this place safe for everyone, every sexualities and every genders. 🤲

#Cyberpunk 2077 #LGBTQ #Trans Day of Visibility #Transgender #Non-Binary #long post #personal #Had to get some stuff off my chest because those past months as been terrible for my mental health #I really wish this fandom would stay safe for people like me and other LGBTQ folks #and some of the behavior latetly worries me a lot #sending tons of loves to all my babies still in the closet! This is not a race and you'll get there 💙 promise

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tuiyla · 2 years

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any headcanons about Quinn as a mom? not necessarily in relation to any pairing, but more so in general - her parenting style, certain rules she expects the kids to abide by, etc. it's interesting to think about what she'd inherit from her parents vs she'd make SURE she doesn't inherit from them haha

I love this ask because every time I'm like "hmm I like Quinn but I don't go all that hard for her" a topic like this comes up and I realize I could write a thesis on the girl. I also might or might not have started writing out a reply about Quinn's mom and the Fabrays as a whole and, 500 words later, have to now recalculate. That's on me Anon lol, maybe another time.

But, Quinn as a mom! I think you're so right that there are so many things from her own childhood and parents that she'd want to avoid. I think a mistake a lot of people with such complicated familial backgrounds like hers make is going overboard. You know, like those parents who didn't have any freedom as kids so they set no limits for their children and that ends up being to their detriment. In Quinn's case the opposite of the classic Fabray attitude, imo, would be to encourage embracing imperfections and open communication. But I also see Quinn struggling with that even well into adulthood so who knows.

For some reason I'm kind of picturing her as a single mom, adopting? Like, I think she'd kind of give up on romance for a while, adopt a child and decide her life is full that way. Eventually another person would find their (cough her cough) way into Quinn and the kid's life and it would happen a lot more organically than Quinn ever expected because she always had, shall we say, expectations when it came to love.

But anyway, Quinn as a mom. I think at first she'd be super anxious and not let anything happen to the baby, not even things that are, you know, supposed to. A cold here, a bruise there as they grow up and explore the world for themselves. She has so much guilt about Beth and not being there for her but eventually she needs to let that go if she stands a chance at being there for her new kid as a mom. So she reluctantly relaxes and learns just as much from the kid as they learn from her.

I HC the Fabray household to have been super strict in that surreal, WASPy but make it the 60s sort of way. In fact, I think one of the most damaging things about Quinn's own childhood was that she didn't even always know what the rules were, there was just this expectation to instinctively know because she was supposed to be a virtuous perfect little girl. So she does have rules about behaviour and hygiene and such but she tries to communicate them the best she can. The first time the kid is old enough to know they messed up and Quinn's had a long day where she's exhausted, she isn't mad at them just has this exasperated sort of look. And the kid is unsure, like, was I really that bad? Do you... still love me? And it's just one of those innocent childhood moments where kids see everything in such a larger than life way, in this case Quinn's disappointment. But fuck if it doesn't break Quinn's heart. So maybe after that she makes a conscious effort to create a safe space for emotions and vulnerabilities that she wasn't granted as a kid.

You know how I said some people go overboard, well, I think I've convinced myself Quinn wouldn't do that. Because there's just something about her that ultimately craves a system and set of rules, and she's way too afraid of letting her kid fly completely free so there are limits. Much healthier ones than what she had but still, limits. But overall she aims to be very, very different from her own parents if only in the way that she'd never ever in a million years turn her back on the kid, for anything. This is a girl who became essentially homeless at 16 because her parents valued reputation above her; she'd be damned if her kid ever feels like home isn't their safe space.

And then it's just other juicy things like the rest of the Fabrays' role in the kid's life. How often does Judy see her grandkid? Does Russell ever reenter his daughter's life? And there's Aunt Frannie and whatever the situation is with her. Basically Anon this is a very interesting topic I have not once thought about and now I want to go on forever so, excellent ask!

#quinn fabray #glee headcanons #why do i have the most hcs for quinn #ah that's right because the actual writers didn't care #glee asks #love you anon #ask #anonymous #anon #i stopped halfway through when writing about the fabrays ah well #i'll never get over the glee writers forgetting about the effects having had beth would have on her #also she basically lost her father #quinn thoughts

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lesmis-lesmisera-lesohno · 3 years

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@aromantic-enjolras, @p-trichor

*awkward wave* hiiiiiiii:))))

okay so i know i said i would write this last week, but tbh, last week was a w e e k (fuckyouanxiety)

anyways, i have written down my headcanons for the werewolf au! it is a bit of a mess, and it probably doesn't make much sense but! i did it!:))

i honestly wasn't planning on writing this much tho, it kinda got away from me lol, but i would have written more tbh, if it wasn't already so long

(also now that i have written this i really want to draw this whole thing, somebody please s t o p m e)

(also if anyone wants to take this shitty au idea and actually write a fic, i would be absolutely delighted! and! i would love to do art for it!:))))

enjoy this mess i guess:))))

General:

This is a fantasy au, set in a slightly ambiguous time period (I'm thinking anywhere from the middle ages, to today, mixed together and thrown in a blender:)))

Werewolves and other monsters live side by side with humans, but often have to hide their identity for fear of discrimination and unjust prosecution

Les Amis de l'ABC Is an activist group, fighting against the discrimination of werewolves and other monsters

The group consists of both humans and non-humans

Grantaire:

He was born with lycanthropy, as the result of a curse placed upon his parents before he was born

His parents didn't want a wolf child, so they abandoned him in the woods as a newborn, where he was found by an old woman who took him in

The old woman had been raised by witches, and though not skilled in the art of magic herself, had quite the talent for medecine, and remedies, and was well equipped to take care of a young werewolf

And so, for most of his childhood, Grantaire and the old woman lived peacefully and happily in a small cottage in the woods

The old woman taught him to read and write, and gifted him with books on mythology, art, and magic, and on full moon nights, he would be allowed to roam the woods

When he was eight he met Enjolras for the first time

They never knew each other by name, they were just two children playing together in the woods, referring to each other as 'friend'

A year later Grantaire tells Enjolras about his lycanthropy, and the following week, Enjolras stops coming to the woods

Grantaire learned to keep his lycanthropy to himself after that

When he was seventeen, Grantaire left the safety of the small cottage behind, wanting to explore more of the world than the woods he had been raised in. He left the old woman with the promise that he would write home with tales of his adventures, and would visit whenever he was in the area.

A werewolf is not, as you might have heard, some kind of vicious, mindless beast. If you stay out of it's path and treat it with respect, it should pose no particular danger, to anyone but the fools stupid enough to threaten it.

Unfortunately most people do not know this fact, and Grantaire quickly learned to hide everything that about himself that tied him to the wolf.

He was nineteen, when the old woman he had lived with his whole childhood, sent him a letter telling him not to come visit anymore. A while later he found out that she had been arrested and executed for alleged crimes against the country. And he realized, that her letter had not been her rejecting him, but a warning, and that her only crime had been housing a werewolf.

Around the same time, he started drinking. He started sleeping around with anyone who would take him. And he fell into cynicism and depression

The boy who had been raised with love and care, and had gone out into the world, hopeful, and eager to create his own path, had now seen just how cruel the world could be to anyone it deemed a threat, or viewed as different. He was done fighting.

When he was twenty five he met Les Amis de l'ABC, and he fell in love. For the first time in six years, he felt hope again.

Enjolras:

Ejolras was born with a tail. No one knew exactly how or why, except maybe his parents, but to them the fact that their only child had a tail, was their greatest shame, and as far as they were concerned, it had to stay hidden at all times

In every other aspect, Enjolras was perfect. Having been born with beautiful golden locks, and radiant blue eyes, and being rather mild marrered, his parnents would recieve many compliments on their child's good looks and behaviour

Enjolras might have been a soft spoken child, but his favourite thing was playing outside in the woods, much to his parents frustration. Enjolras also did not like his parents very much

Enjolras' parents were very conservative, very outspoken against anything they didn't agree with, and most of all, not very good people. Not that anyone but Enjolras seemed to notice this, they were wealthy after all, and were respected members of the community.

When Enjolras was six, he met Grantaire and he made his first friend

Grantaire doesn't care that Enjolras has a tail. Grantaire doesn't care that Enjolras likes to play outside, and gets dirty sometimes. Grantaire doesn't care that he doesn't wear the dresses his mother buys him, or that he isn't really a girl.

Grantaire is weird, and he is Enjolras' favourite person

When Grantaire tells him that he is a werewolf, Enjolras knows his parents are wrong

He gets in a fight with them.the following week, and the next day his parents hire a surgeon to remove his tail, and he is shipped off to boarding school

Enjolras cries for weeks after that

At school he meets Combeferre and Courfeyrac, and they quickly become his most trusted friends

It's not until years later that he realizes that neither of them are completely human, and he accepts them fully , just as they have always accepted him

When he is thirteen, his two best friends are sent away, and for the first time in seven years he feels entirely alone

At sixteen he runs away from home, and from school, and from everything he has ever known.

The first of the amis he meets is Bahorel. They meet after he gets into a fight with three people twice his size, and Bahorel saves him. He proceeds to call Enjolras an idiot, and takes him under his wing.

Bahorel is seven years older than him, and a werewolf, and he introduces him to Feuilly and Jehan (a human and a wood nymph)

He meets Joly and Bossuet next

Joly is dabbling in witchcraft next to his medical studies, an Bossuet is his boyfriend who has been cursed from an early age with bad luck

Enjolras takes to his new friends instantly and together they form Les Amis de l'ABC

Enjolras is twenty and he is the leader of an activist group fighting for the rights of every creature and human alike

Two years later Combeferre and Courfeyrac finds him again

They find him by accident, having heard of the group and decided to attend a meeting. The moment Enjolras sees them, his eyes light up, and he embraces them both in a crushing hug. The rest of the group warms up to them immediately

A year later Grantaire joins them, and Enjolras doesn't recognize him

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alethiometry · 3 years

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basim & hytham!!!!!!!!!!!

How I feel about this character

basim: GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK. at the risk of getting way too personal, i have to say that one of my favorite things to explore in fiction is grief and loss and the way it destroys and re-shapes people. we don’t get too much of basim’s backstory, but the little tidbits he does share paint a very rough sketch of the man he is, and leaves enough vagueness for me to go hogwild filling in the details. i think he’s such a tragic figure and ultimately not quite a villain. i think he really did have a young son that he lost, and that that loss is what “awoke” loki in him. and it’s horribly easy to exploit the emotions of someone who is grieving, and that kind of manipulation can last for years and i don’t think basim was in a position to resist the things loki was driving him to do. i think he genuinely saw companionship in hytham, and later in sigurd and then eivor as well, but he was never able to come out of his shell enough to fully trust them, especially with his upbringing and later his indoctrination into the hidden ones, who value secrecy above all. and loki thrived in that self-imposed solitude. i think basim’s relationship with loki is one that was, ultimately, a parasitic one that basim thought (still thinks?) is symbiotic. and that’s so, so sad.

hytham: i love that funky little dude! he’s such a likeable, scrappy little nerd... i loved him from the moment he did that signature assassin run-leap-stab during the kjotve fight. or at least he tried lmao. he’s just so chill and sweet. and i love the dynamic he has with eivor, where he respects that even though kjotve was his assigned target, it’s way more personal for her. so he tries to help her, still tries to do his job and kill him, but holds no resentment to her for having to save him and take his kill. and of course that leap of faith scene where eivor teases him by staying in the haystack... THEY’RE JUST SO CUTE. he’s such a sweetheart.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

eivor, for both of them, for completely different reasons. what i love most about shipping each of them with eivor is that they really scratch different itches. eivor x basim is for when i’m feeling sexy and mean and really need a good enemies-to-lovers or horny-exes-who-can’t-help-but-hook-up dynamic. whereas eivor x hytham is when i want fluff and mutual respect and friends-to-lovers... and, especially given the ending of the game... some angst and hurt/comfort re: basim’s “death” :)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

EACH OTHER OFC!!! that line in shaun’s codex about how hytham is probably the single person who knows basim best / is closest to basim... oof. i have to imagine that basim thinks of hytham as a son, and at this point i’ve seen so much speculation on basim’s state of mind that i can no longer remember what’s canon and what’s headcanon/someone else’s interpretation that i agree with. but i do think that their affection and friendship is genuine, despite everything going on in basim’s head, and i just... love them

also love hytham’s relationship with the ravensthorpe community! i love every time he shows up in cutscenes: at the feasts, at the dag scene, as part of eivor’s gathered loved ones during the odin scene, at gunnar’s wedding. i just love that he’s travelled halfway across the world and has been so welcomed and embraced by a community and culture so unlike what he’s grown up with. like, do he and yanli ever get together and reminisce about the societies they came from, both of which at this point in history are way more technologically and academically advanced than fucking europe? how does that feel for both of them?

My unpopular opinion about this character

basim: he’s not the villain of the game. loki is. basim literally never did anything wrong.

hytham: hmm idk?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

basim: i have to think that hytham was right in saying that basim loved both eivor and sigurd like family, and so i have to think that he tried at least a little bit to fight back against loki “taking over” to kill eivor... i wish he’d had the support system to resist loki the way that eivor did. he’s so closed off and in his own head and i wish he’d been able to trust more :(

hytham: i wish he got to go outside more! he travelled halfway across the world to assassinate kjotve and then just... spent all his time indoors looking at scrolls? i mean, if that’s what he prefers then good for him! but we don’t really know what he wants, or if he’s just confined to his desk job bc someone in the game has to be there to turn in order medallions / codex pages. and also i wish he got to smooch eivor.

character ask things

#assassin's creed #ac valhalla #valhalla spoilers #basim ibn is'haq #hytham #ask games #userbryn #THANK U BRYN #basimibnishaq

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wrathfulmercy · 2 years

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3. Do you feel jealous of doubles? and if no, please share ways for others to learn. 8. What makes you stray away from canon material and base your character, in case of canon muse, on your own headcanons?

More Munday questions from here

3. Do you feel jealous of doubles? and if no, please share ways for others to learn.

Not at all. I think doubles are inspiring and important for the community. We all portray different aspects of our chosen characters, maybe aspects we missed to see in the franchise or aspects which were portrayed badly in our opinion or aspects we want to explore more. Some make a whole different character out of the canon one and some stick straight to the canon version. I think it’s fascinating how characters (and I think especially real and not animated ones who are portrayed by a certain actor) can appear to us and how we all understand them differently. It just proves how complex the character is and how well the actor portrayed them that he spoke to so many different people. When I see another rick or negan (no matter if single or multi muse), I love to read through the posts cause I’m curious how they portray them differently or the same (cause if we have the same understanding it’s possible we as the muns have the same mindset too) or when they saw something I never noticed. It inspires me ❤️ that’s why I also love to read your Rick posts the most cause it makes me so happy seeing someone else loving the character I love and when he’s portrayed in such a decent way it makes me proud to be a part of that and see that Andy did such a great work to be loved and respected by so many. When it comes about giving advice maybe try not to feel challenged by another portrayal in a bad way, see it as a good thing to learn even more about the character. Since we all play them differently I’m very sure that some people wouldn’t like to play with my version of rick while they might play with another version whose portrayal fits to them more and that’s a good thing isn’t it? Cause more people can play with Rick (who deserves all the love) even if they maybe don’t like your own portrayal. (But let me mention one problem with doubles that often occur: that I don’t like when people collect a certain character just because they love the face. Somehow it gives the different muns the feeling the way they portray their muse doesn’t matter and that all their ideas aren’t acknowledged cause they are just taken cause of the face. It’s normal that not everyone likes the same portrayal cause we are all different too why not embrace that and give the writer the respect for portraying this character in their way by acknowledging their differences, no matter if you like them or not?)

8. What makes you stray away from canon material and base your character, in case of canon muse, on your own headcanons?

Hm I think that’s a very individual thing cause everyone has their own thoughts and emotions and experiences which allows us to identify with different aspects of characters. For me characters who went through severe trauma and managed to still stay a good person at heart are very appealing and that’s why I wanted to explore this traumatized side of rick that comes through mostly in season 3-5 and 8. For me my own headcanons are often connected to a certain aspect of a muse I didn’t see explored enough and that’s where I create my own things. Also in this case the love/relationship/sexual aspect of rick wasn’t explored enough for me and that’s why it was important for me to do that for him. And I love different verses where I can form the character I love so much the way I want to and imagine how our Rick would have been when it would have been that verse instead of twd. That’s what I wanna explore, everything we didn’t see and that’s where my own ideas come in.

@wexarethewalkingxdead

#mun answered #wexarethewalkingxdead #sorry this got so long but the doubles thing is so important for more love and respect in the rpc ❤️

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countessofbiscuit · 4 years

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What are your Bobasoka headcanons? I've already gone through all of the (criminally little) fic on ao3 and I especially loved Smothered and Covered, and I saw the majority of the fics in the tag were gifted to you so I'm assuming you're the OG shipper. Feel free to essay if you like!!

Thanks for the ask and kind words about that fic :3

Oh, Bobasoka … where to begin? It’s a pairing that’s been bumping around in exchange requests for a few years — I figure it’d be easy for anyone invested in Ahsoka’s relationship with the clones to be compelled by the idea. Lledra used to draw Boba and Ahsoka interacting, and it was probably a few panels of their incredible Destinies comic that set my Bobasoka wheels turning. I’m also drawn to them because their journeys traverse so much canon; there’s not just a sandbox to play in, but a whole goddamn stretch of beach, stretching far out into the horizon ... (#AhsokaLives #BobaSurvived :D)

I have to lead with the proviso that almost everything I write/daydream about/headcanon has a groundsheet of Rexsoka. Ahsoka’s interest in Boba, in my head, is intimately tied up with her attraction to and/or relationship with Rex — or, at the bare minimum, her intimate fellowship with the clones. She went through puberty (maybe with heats!) surrounded by a literal army of handsome, roughly college-aged dudes; that must’ve been a heady mix of heaven and hell. If she didn’t quench her thirst before war’s end and her (eventual) separation from Rex, she’d probably be pretty dehydrated when stumbling across Boba. As for Boba’s attraction to Ahsoka, well ... she’s very pretty, she’s potentially useful, she’s not likely to skewer him in his sleep (+2) on account of being a Jedi (-1), and now she’s the one down on her luck; if he falls in bed with anyone, why not this girl who isn’t afraid of him and stares a lot at his lips?

And Boba is like a hot shipping potato — satisfying, hard to fuck up, goes well (read: makes for an intriguing story) with almost everyone. And I think it has everything to do with his liminality, something he shares with Ahsoka and probably recognizes.

Their neither-this-nor-that-ness overlap in such interesting ways, and they each bring their identity issues to the table — Ahsoka as an on-again, off-again Jedi; Boba as a clone who isn’t a Clone™, a Mandalorian by birth and bearing, but not by the book. At different points in their stories, they identify as different things, and that would affect their headspace and color their view of the other. They wrestle with themselves and each other. Force-user and bounty hunter; privileged topsider and orphaned juvenile delinquent fugitive; GAR commander and outcast clone; Jedi and Mandalorian; Disillusioned veteran and disaffected army brat; Rebellion agent and Imperial contractor.

And as much conflict is baked into these dynamics, it also generates a certain magnetism; and I believe they recognize, on some level, their shared trauma and the symmetry in their experiences. Boba and Ahsoka both have happy childhoods with very little to distress or vex them (beyond the art, I do not jive with Age of Republic: Jango Fett, a Disney-canon comic that not only doubles-down on the Jango-wasn’t-Mando nonsense, but shows him being rather cavalier about Boba’s life); Geonosis happens and their adolescent lives are dominated by war (which is how they came to actively threaten each other as space!secondary-schoolers — whaaaaatf!); they are both dubiously (even wrongfully) imprisoned; and they both suffer alienation and incredible personal loss.

Boba was set apart from the clones before he was even pulled him from the jar, othered and elevated from the beginning. He never bonded with brothers, he does not identify as a clone. And while there are examples of clones making overtures to him, canonically his relationship with them is fraught and probably made worse when he gets banged up in Republic Central at the tender age of eleven or twelve — and of course, Ahsoka is an accessory to this, the second chapter in his tragedy at the hands of the Jedi. He needed help (whether he wanted it or not), it was not given by clones or Jedi alike (hamstrung by bureaucracy, sure, but surely some other means of intervention might have been lobbied for?), and Boba becomes a right teenage disaster, well-balanced only in the sense that he has a chip on both shoulders.

(n.b. Putting my RepComm hat on for a second, I can’t help but sniffle-laugh at the idea that the Alphas watched him get thrown in a maximum-security slammer and were like “Ah, there he is, the feral vod’ika. First time, we’ll let the little snot earn his stripes. Second time, we’ll bust him out and send him on a tough love retreat with A’den or Jaing.”)

Ahsoka, meanwhile, is part-and-parcel of the institutions that Boba sets himself against, even after she too has been cast out by circumstances beyond her control. She grows up in a supportive Jedi community and then spends some seriously formative years with a whole slew of brothers — brothers that should have been Boba’s!

Boba, on the other hand, is a great example of the proverb that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. (As he tells Hondo, “Why should I help anybody? I’ve got no one.”)

The resentment that must create! But also, later, the quiet empathy too — maybe when Boba’s having one of his better days and Ahsoka’s obviously not.

And all of the above is interesting enough, without also touching upon the wildcard that is Mandalore.

Boba’s relationship with Mandalore .... well, that’s contested in- and out-of-universe and I won’t allow myself to essay overmuch. I subscribe firmly to a Mandalorian Fetts construction of canon, even though Boba must be someone who struggles mightily with Mandalorian identity. He’s raised by a bona fide Mando, a solicitous, loving father who’d have no reason not to pass on his language and beliefs; but at the same time, it takes that village, and when Boba’s clan of two is shattered, he has no one else. The loss of his dad unmoors him from his only anchor to Mandalorian culture and clan.

If Boba had been close to the Cuy’val Dar, one would think he’d have turned to them rather than fall in with Jango’s criminal acquaintances; or maybe the bounty hunters just scooped him up first, and troubled lil’ Boba was shepherded through bereavement by folks who enabled and encouraged him to externalize his anger in a way that gave him a (false) feeling of agency and strength.

Whatever the reasons, Boba does not repatriate himself to Mandalore (much to Fenn Shysa’s melodramatic dismay). He strikes me as a lapsed Mandalorian; he doesn’t exactly follow the creed besides wearing the armor (scavenged? his dad’s sans helmet? canon is confused on this point, but he doesn’t go Mando until the unfinished arcs at the end of TCW, either for lack of stature, lack of armor, or lack of enthusiasm). I feel like if someone rocked up to Boba in a cantina and had the balls to ask “hey, so you a Mandalorian?” Boba would be like “<ominously slow helmet tilt> who’s asking” and never give you a straight answer.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka gets a crash course on Mandalore from none other than someone who, at one point, belonged to a sect that wanted to expunge Jaster’s legacy from the galaxy — and at the very least, had reason to dislike clones. This isn’t the place to explore my Boba/Bo-Katan feelings, but know that they are fathomless, and I would pay good money to be a fly on the wall of that Kom’rk when Bo-Katan gives Ahsoka Mando History 101 with her own special sauce. Ahsoka is probably more up-to-speed on Mandalore than Boba, and at one point, she may even own more beskar than him! (n.b. After the crash, I think one of the first places Rex and Ahsoka bounce is just inside Mando space, to scope out the Sundari situation and maybe try to scramble a signal to Bo-Katan; she’d have the goodwill to at least get them back on their feet if she can’t help them lay low herself. For a variety of reasons worth maybe ficcing down the line, they aren’t successful.)

I don’t really have a concluding statement except, I just think Bobasoka’s neat :) They hit all my depressed-Millennial buttons.

Headcanon by bullet-point isn’t really my style, but this is tumblr so ... tl;dr:

They recognize a lot in each other, even if they’re slow to admit it, if ever. Boba’s a cagey bastard and Ahsoka doesn’t ever like him enough to be emotionally honest.

They bump into each other during Ahsoka’s walkabout(s) ‘cause Coruscant’s Underworld ain’t big enough for the two of them. Without Slave-1, Boba couchsurfs at Nyx Okami’s garage, but he does his laundry at Rafa’s. He might even borrow the Martez’s new, useful friend for a job or two.

Ahsoka eventually matures enough to be sensitive about her use of the Force on and around clones, and she definitely doesn’t use it around Boba. Definitely not during sex.

Boba is privately weirded out every time Ahsoka uses Mando slang she picked up off the clones or the Nite Owls.

Boba absolutely kills Cad Bane in that shoot-out, keeps the hat, and lets Ahsoka have it. She shoves it out the airlock and uses it for target practice.

So many great smut flavours! Hatesex. Acquaintances with benefits. “You’re traumatized and touch-starved and you look just like him/them, and I know how to be gentle and what to do, so maybe we could … ?” They’re both privately comfortable with their bodies and sexuality, but Boba’s got trust issues a parsec long and Ahsoka’s lost confidence; it’s always an awkward affair, but desperation wins out.

They exchange comm codes every time they run into each other, which is kind of pointless because they both use burners.

Ahsoka hitches a ride on Slave-1 more than once. There really is only one bed, so it’s either sleep upright, sleep in a pokey prisoner hold, or sleep with him.

For a few years, Boba can pass as a last-generation clone — the ones that got sold off in bulk units to slavers before Kamino sunk another three years’ food, board, and training into them. Boba pretends he doesn’t notice, easy to really, since he tells himself his helmet is his face. But occasionally, when Ahsoka can convince him there’s profit in it, he agrees to play sleeper agent and assists in liberating a few here and there.

They don’t talk about Aurra Sing.

When an Imp really crosses him, Boba passes on intel to Ahsoka to ruin their day.

Once, when they’re both super skint, Ahsoka volunteers to get handed in to some relatively minor and out-of-the-way Imperial garrison, so Boba can collect, bust her out, and split the pot with her. It’s the closest she ever comes to telling him “I trust you” — and when he brushes the idea aside, citing something about risk, it’s the closest he ever comes to telling her “I love you.”

Boba sees Inquisitors as muscling in on his game. There are so many lousy Force-users around nowadays, it should be easy pickings, but Inquisitors get privileged information. So he makes sport out of misdirecting them, especially from Ahsoka.

When he pisses her off, Ahsoka fantasizes about Bo-Katan taking Boba down a peg or two while she watches :)))

Boba experienced Ahsoka’s heat once, secondhand through a cabin wall. He thought he was being clever by shooting Rex up with some Nevoota stim pollen, locking him in with Ahsoka, and hijacking their locked ships. Longest three days of his life, limping on broken hyperdrives and shared fuel stores to the nearest waystation to a soundtrack of violent lovemaking : \

Bounty hunters invariably bump into spies and agents because they work in the same areas. The agents pretend to be bounty hunters, eccentric business people, sex workers, or a range of other things. Sometimes each party knows all about the other, but it’s only polite not to mention it. This happens to Ahsoka and Boba A LOT, especially once she becomes Fulcrum; rebel cells and Imperials often want the same people. Occasionally they exchange fire. A couple times Boba gets imprisoned in Ahsoka’s own brig. Once, Boba blows her cover and definitely lives to regret it.

(this essay was originally punctuated with pics, but replies with images won’t show up tumblr tags so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

#bobasoka #boba fett #ahsoka tano #rexsoka #the clone wars

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canwetalkaboutcaptainswan · 4 years

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To Touch, To Hold

So, for years, YEARS, I've had this headcanon that Emma has this thing with touch. I mean we all know touch is Emma’s love language, and I've always found it interesting that after they kissed in Neverland, it seemed like Emma went out of her way to avoid touching Killian. And I always thought that it was pretty clear that her dam broke after the ice wall, so I’ve always had this exact scenario in my head, so much that sometimes I forget it didn’t actually happen. So now, years later, I’ve finally found the time to write it out. I hope you enjoy it. The pacing is a little different than my usual style, but I feel like it fits. It begins immediately after the 4x03 kiss, so watch that to get yourself in the mood. Let me know what you think!!

also on AO3

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The kiss leaves her more than breathless, head cloudy with a kind of relief she didn’t expect. His fingers are still tangled in her tresses, his rings catching tendrils of the soft gold as he moves his hand to thumb at a tear that’s slipped down her cheek. She smiles, trying to convey with her eyes all she’s still not ready to say to him. A cool breeze flutters along the dark street, gently cooling their flushed cheeks.

Killian is gazing into her face, seems to sense she wants to say something. But he’s surprised when all at once the scent of her floods him, her arms having wound tight and fast about his chest, head settling against his shoulder. He wraps his own arms around her, too, hand pressing strong and flat between her shoulder blades. He’s not used to this yet, even after her scramble for purchase against him once freed from the confines of the ice. Oh, but he will get used to it. There’s naught he loves more than his Swan like this, the simple touch of her body flush to his, allowing him to just hold her. He’s waited endless months to be honoured with this pleasure, and it’s not something he takes lightly.

Emma sighs into his neck, trying to memorize this feeling of safety with each separate sense. The smell of brine on his collarbone, the way she can see his pulse jumping at his neck, the taste of his lips still fresh on her tongue. But most of all it’s his arms around her, his thumb rubbing a circle at the base of her neck, the muscles of his abdomen hard against her own, despite his many leather layers. She smiles ruefully to herself in the quiet sway of his embrace, contemplating how she lasted so long, resisting his every touch. It had truly been a conscious effort, for Emma knows herself. Touch has always been her way of communicating love, and after the overwhelming heat of that kiss in the brambles of Neverland, she knew she must hold this man at arm’s length, or she’d be fucked for him too far, too fast. She wasn’t ready to be so tethered to another, especially someone she could already tell came from an achingly similar past. So she had resisted. On countless occasions throughout their shared time these past months, her hand had twitched for his, heart aching for the contact. Both when she left him at the town line and when he found her in New York and made her remember, her body had screamed at her to touch, to hold. But each time she gritted her teeth, hard, and told herself not to make that irreversible dive, not yet. Not yet.

All of her resolve had crumbled upon seeing his face through that little hole in the ice. She’d been nearly unconscious, her shivering long ceased, but somehow hearing him screech her name in anguish and seeing his face contorted in boundless worry for her had chilled her even more. And in a blur of flurried motion, resistance was forgotten as she sought warmth and refuge and safety in his arms. The weight of it robbed her of any ability to speak, and she was grateful knowing he’d simply blame the cold for her silence.

Now, only a few days later, and she knows she’s addicted. Knows every fibre of her soul aches to touch him always, which is why she’d been so upset by his recent brush with disaster. Which is why, in the middle of the street this evening, she had mustered the courage to tell him she couldn’t bear to lose him. And now, in his arms, she’s loathe to let go at all.

Moments pass, and he truly can’t believe his luck. She’s clung to him so tightly, her breath warm against his neck, so different from how it felt the last time they embraced. As thankful as he is for her newfound willingness to be close, Killian knows he must tread carefully. Oh, so carefully, now. “It’s alright love,” he whispers, daring to press a kiss to the top of her head. “All will be well. We’ll face what’s to come together, aye?”

Begrudgingly, she loosens her hold on him, enough to look up at him again. She breathes, nodding, almost more to herself than to him. Together. They would do it together.

He turns slightly, moves them both away from the centre of the deserted street. “May I take you home, Swan?” he asks her, tipping his head in the direction of the loft.

The burning starts in her then, instantly; suddenly and with fury. She tries to breathe against it, to get it to go away, but it doesn’t. It only roars in her throat, demanding her attention. Every ember screaming at her. Touch. Hold.

No, she thinks to herself. No, you may not.

Bloody hell, he thinks to himself, seeing clearly the wrinkle of her nose, some sort of struggle in her features. Have I upset her? I only-

“Actually, I…” she says then, squaring her shoulders to face him, her posture almost businesslike all of a sudden. “I…”

She stutters, and he waits. Patiently, he waits, unable to resist the tiniest encouraging nod.

“What you said, about the weight of the world. I do. I feel it,” she confesses in a rush, and she looks down, away from his face, and puts her hands against his forearms. She feels the muscles jump beneath her fingers and the burning ebbs and flows, cooling slightly.

“But I’d like it if you…held some of it. The weight,” she clarifies, exhaling deeply, daring to look back up at his eyes.

They’re soft. So, so soft. He’s dumfounded, truthfully. Is this a trick? Is it real? He opens his mouth to reassure her there’s nothing he wants more than to help shoulder her burdens, but she soldiers right ahead, astounding him yet again.

“And I’d like it if you held…me. I’d like it if you held me and I don’t want to go home.”

“Oh, Swan,” he says reverently, heart breaking at the way her lip quivers, knowing how incredibly difficult it must have been for her to utter these words to him. He gathers her close again, hook firm at her hip and hand coming to rest again against her face. She leans into his touch, grips his forearms harder. He steadies his gaze, chest almost visibly swelling with the joy he feels. “I will gladly bear as much weight as you need me to, Emma. And it would be an honour to share my quarters with you, love. Please. Come.”

He holds her closely as they walk into Granny’s together, and already she’s burning for more contact. It’s a heady feeling, and again, she’s amazed at how long she managed to stave it off. He opens the door to his room and they shuffle inside, Killian quick to close it behind them.

The intensity of the situation sits on Emma’s chest, and some of her feels shy, but most of her peels off her tan jacket, drops it to the floor, and immediately returns to the safe cradle of his arms, pressing as much of her body against his body as she can.

He holds her again, flush to him, vowing to learn exactly how she likes it, vowing to do whatever it takes to make this woman want to stay with him forever.

Her hands rove, they race, his hair, his back, his shoulders. She can’t keep still, wanting to touch him everywhere at once, everything she’s wanted for months suddenly beneath her fingertips.

“You’re to tell me what you need, darling,” he whispers, his words briefly pausing her exploration. “Anything you need.”

She eyes his lips and tugs on the lapels of his coat, drawing his mouth to hers for what he can only describe as a heavenly kiss. He reciprocates in kind, tongue tracing the seam of her lips in the way that made her groan in the jungle.

She breaks for air, staring up at him again. “I think I…I think I’d like a quick shower. Could you find me something to wear?” she asks, voice soft and sweet.

He chuckles at her request, if only because it’s the last thing he’d imagine her asking. So recently she’d been desperate to run from him, to bury her head in the sand of her made-up New York life. And now she’d like some of his clothes?

“Of course, love,” he assures her, running his hand down the side of her neck to squeeze her shoulder. “Take your time.”

He fetches one of his thin button up shirts and some pants that will surely be too large for her, and she skitters into the little bathroom, shutting the door and feeling an absurd pang of loss when she’s separated from him. She grips the sink for a moment, and stares at her own green eyes in the mirror. “What are you doing?” She whispers to her reflection, considering her own question.

“Giving in,” she answers, and she is baffled at how pathetically relieved her face looks. “Finally.”

She takes the shower, and indeed keeps it quick, for she’s begun to burn up in longing again. She towels her hair dry, and picks up the clothes he chose for her. She puts on the navy button up, and finds it’s long enough to cover her ass; and so decides to skip the pants, just to drive him crazy. “Slow,” she tells herself in the mirror before opening the door to him. “Go. Slow.”

His Swan emerges in naught but his thin shirt and he thinks he might bloody faint. Her long, creamy legs are torturously on display, and he clenches his jaw, hard, to keep his composure. Her hair is wet, the navy of the button down a lovely contrast against her pale skin. She smirks at him and he narrows his eyes playfully. “Did you find my pants unsuitable, Swan?”

“Not unsuitable,” she teases, enjoying the way the tone has turned lighter, less intense. (For the moment at least.) “More like…unnecessary.”

“Mmm,” he concedes, standing from his spot on the bed and beckoning for her to sit upon it. Her gaze is locked to his, watching him watch her. He doesn’t miss it, and once she sits, he leans to kiss her forehead. “My turn to wash, darling. I’ll be but a moment.” He says this like a promise, and it warms her in a way only he can.

He turns for the bathroom, and as soon as he clicks the door shut, her eyes come to rest on the other door in the room; the door out. What a perfect opportunity for her to run. She sighs, feeling a familiar, slight tug toward the escape. This is always the moment whenever she finds herself in a one-night tryst. The moment she darts and never looks back. But this time, she bites her lip and shakes her head, leans further into the pillows that smell just like him. She puts a hand over her hammering heart, breathing through her nose to help her settle. This time, the urge to touch, to hold, will win. The urge to stay.

He turns off the shower, and with a jolt, he realizes he’s given her a magnificent opportunity to run for the hills. Indubitable panic spikes within him, and he clambers out of the shower, drying himself in a fury and yanking on the pants she had forgone. Not wanting to startle her if she is in fact still there, he forces himself to open the door slowly, popping out only his head. Mercifully, she is still on the bed, long bare legs crossed at the ankles. He lets go of the breath he was holding and smiles. “Alright if I skip the shirt, love? Or would you consider me immoral?” His tone is teasing, but they both know that he really is asking.

Her lips curve up into a hungry smile. “Fair’s fair,” she assents.

He opens the door wider then, and the sight of him bare from the waist up is not a sight she’ll soon forget. Lean, tanned muscle swathed in dark splendours of hair. Defined lines. His left wrist blunted, indents from the hook’s brace visible to her, even across the room. The jut of his hips. Oh, the ache and burn flares harshly now, scorching her. To touch.

He is more than satisfied by how gobsmacked she appears now, but does his best to hide it. Instead, he fixes his gaze in that reverent look of wonder, drinking in the sight of her in his bed. His bed.

At first, it frustrates her in that he doesn’t move to climb in the bed right away. She watches as instead he kneels on the floor, and reaches for her hands. She leans and turns to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him fully. The touch of his hand on hers is balm to her burning flesh. Suddenly her throat feels tight, because he’s gazing at her with so much love in his eyes; blissfully terrifying.

He takes a steadying breath, measuring his next words carefully in his head before he speaks them. For they have made it so far this night, and he must not place one toe out of line. Regardless of how tempting she is with so much of her skin on display. He means to make her understand his intentions and his gratitude in a way that won’t make her feel suffocated. In a way that won’t make her regret not running when she had the chance.

“Emma,” he starts, and already she is trying not to squirm, wants so badly to rake her fingers against the planes of his chest. “I need you to understand how grateful I am for what you shared with me tonight. With a past like yours...like ours…I know how difficult it can be to open up. And I…I’m proud of you, Swan.”

The tears begin to well in her eyes then, and she squeezes his hand. Because he just…he understands. From the start, he’s always understood her.

“And darling, to touch you…to hold you in my arms…I have yearned for it, for so long, love. But I need you to know that you will set our pace, Emma. Your comfort is all that matters to me. So you, love, you tell me what you need. What you want, when you want it. And I will gladly be ready, for whatever you wish.”

His words wash over her like a tidal wave, and she’s overwhelmed. Your comfort is all that matters to me.

“Killian, I…” she falters, unsure of how to explain that she needs to touch him, now. “Come up here, God. Please.”

He climbs on the bed next to her, and at last. At last, he is hers for the taking. To touch. To hold. She waits one more beat. Takes one more second to appreciate what her life has been before this final surrender. For she knows, after this, there is no turning back.

He sits patiently, watching her face, her every move. Her hands flutter upwards, and they shake, slightly. Slowly, she presses them, flat against his chest on the borders of his sternum, and he’s so solid. So real. She feels his skin move and stretch with his sharp inhale and she shuts her eyes, letting herself be soothed. His chest hair is as soft as she had dared to imagine it would be. She scratches through it gently, flips one of her hands over to feel it against her knuckles, and he finds his eyes want to slip closed under her tender touch, despite a deeper desire to continue to watch her.

She smoothes her right hand up, over his nipple to his shoulder and down to rest on his bicep. It twitches under her hand and she smiles. She’s not burning anymore, but melting, and it’s so nice not to have to clench her teeth and resist. She watches his face carefully as her hand drifts lower, moves to cup the blunted end of his arm. She rubs her fingers over the puckered scars, her other hand jumping from his chest to cup his face, to nudge her fingertips through his stubble.

I’m fucked, she thinks, knowing with certainty that she’ll never be able to be near him without craving his touch, ever again.

As though he’s read her mind, tentatively he raises his hand. “May I touch, Swan?”

“Yes,” she sighs, and she closes her eyes, so ready.

With just two fingers, he begins toward her shoulder, tracing the outline of her collarbone. He pauses in the centre of her chest to stroke her throat, and her lips warble at how ridiculously gentle his touch is. She is well aware that he’s used that hand to kill, many times. But right now, she can’t see how it’s possible. He moves closer, hand moving up to trace the shell of her ear. He scratches lightly at the skin behind it, and she shivers, goosebumps everywhere. Her eyes open, and she reaches her hand up to circle his wrist, trapping his where it rests.

And suddenly, they are kissing. Her mouth slants over his and he groans, his nose brushing along her cheek. She twines her fingers in his hair, and she’s sort of desperate to switch from touch and hold to pull and yank. She wants to let the fire consume her, but she knows if there is to be any chance of her solving this damned town’s many problems, she must. Go. Slow. He’s giving as good as he gets, this kiss so different than any others they’ve shared before. It’s intimate, it’s domestic. It’s new and it’s wonderful.

She breaks it, but only to press her forehead to his, to breathe in his air. “Hold me, Killian,” she whispers. “Please, I need…”

He reaches for her and she goes. Oh, she goes. He is breathless at the simple intimacy that is pulling her against him, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She tucks her head under his chin, her cheek at his heart. Surviving, she remembers, from the street. He’s good at surviving.

She tangles her legs up with his in a near instant. He is amazed at how quickly she settles, nestles herself right in, her body pliable in his hold, molding her lines to match his. Every breath she takes he can feel, and the smell of her clean skin and her wet hair is better than he ever dared to imagine. He tries suddenly, to think of a time he’s ever felt more at home than this moment, and miserably fails.

The silk of the button down is slippery against his chest, but he anchors her there, all the same. She nearly combusts from the warmth of him around her, of him simply everywhere. She’s obsessed with the way it feels to press her face against his skin. Completely enraptured by his lips at her hairline, whispering nonsense about how precious she is to him. She feels his stumped arm kneading at the small of her back, and fuck, she finds herself wishing she had forgone his shirt as well. Slow, she reminds herself. Just take it slow.

She flicks her wrist, and the room is dark. She delights in the fact that even though she can’t see him, she can feel him against her. It’s all she’s wanted every day since the blistering heat of Neverland. “It’s alright to sleep, Swan,” he promises. “I’ve a firm hold, now.”

She closes her eyes, and drops three quick kisses to the base of his throat. She reaches her hand up to stroke his face in the dark, a silent prayer that he understands what she’s still too afraid to say. She is utterly relaxed, the burn for now, sated. For tonight, this is enough. To touch, to hold, to sleep, to stay. To wake in the morning, in his arms, where she...where she belongs. It’s enough.

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levyfiles · 4 years

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I want to start a shyan blog but I’m so scared because I don’t know how Shane and Ryan actually feel about it which makes me nervoussssssss help

Ohhh boy, brace yourself, nonnyhunny. I’ve got some word vomit for ya

To start off with, I just want anyone and everyone who is currently new to navigating this terrain we call the internet to know one thing and that is this one very important concept. Embrace your own insignificance! The internet is a big place. I once read a post on here that encouraged new users to think of Tumblr itself like you’re walking into a Walmart. You’re not here to make friends and you’re not here to shop for everyone else; you’re filling your own cart with the things you need and like and if someone comes along and takes a long good look at the things in your cart and says, “WOAH there, eating trans fats is unhealthy for you! I never eat trans fats because of a big list of reasons! Stop buying trans fats!!” you’re gonna be both puzzled and annoyed because it’s your cart, your Walmart experience; why the hell do they care what you’re gonna get?

However! I get it, the internet is now comprised of six different websites/apps and if you’re on there, there is no way to avoid or curate a completely ideal sense that you’ve made a space that’s all your own. There are going to be people who disagree with you, people who decide they don’t like what you do, but ultimately, in the midst of all that, you’re going to find people who feel the same in whatever regard you express yourself and that’s why it’s important to just express yourself because otherwise you’re going to develop a lot of disingenuous connections with people who would likely try to ruin your life if you disagree with them on some subject or other.

Now with that whole disclaimer in mind, I also understand where you’re coming from. Putting myself in the shoes of someone just trying to participate in a new fandom where there is a lot of contention among the masses about the rights and wrongs of RPF and whether the concept fits in with a philosophical debate about human nature and the way we interact with each other, witness each other’s journeys. That’s simply it, however; it’s an ongoing debate and where philosophy and debate are concerned, I always hold the belief that an individual’s right to ground themselves and say “These are the principles I wish to abide by” is sacred and ultimately, no amount of anonymous hatred or shrieking messages of outrage is gonna change that until you yourself decide that the principle isn’t working for you personally. My principle is that it’s fiction; an AU to explore as valid and sweet to me as demon!Shane headcanons are, but moreso because I identify with queer love stories and friendships forged by strangely deep similarities and complementing souls. I also love personalities like theirs, love the idea of said friendship and what it would bring to a story about two human beings who meet by happenstance and end up building something world-changing together. Still, because I am just a writer and a consumer of media, that’s the nicest thing I can give myself, a fictional account of these things while witnessing the real version happen in parallel. I get to celebrate in the overlap of similarities the real world and my fictional account take and watch it inspire my friends and mutuals to build their own universes and it’s beautiful.

With that point being made, I also understand the reason a lot of people are nervous about being open about shipping. The backlash from a bunch of strangers seems to take on a note that would make even the nicest person sound like a puritan about to hold some extravagant witch trials. Nothing more interesting than a person claiming to do good in the world using words like “exterminate” “cleanse” or my personal favourite “purge”. I’ve read rumours being spread about shippers that take on their own life especially because it’s human nature to let other people handle the research; it’s human nature to just take a believable narrative at face value. One rumour being that shippers of this fandom write stories where we kill off Shane and Ryan’s significant others. Myself and my friends who are avid readers of the ao3 tag know that that hasn’t been the case since 2016/17 and by all accounts, I have yet to find the fic where this happens (barring a tinsworth fic I’ve only heard about). Mind you, not many of us check out Wattpad but even there it’s more self-insert friendly with themes I can’t even stomach.

Which leads me to the last point and the main reason you sent this ask, I’m assuming. Ryan and Shane’s personal thoughts on the issue. Now, it behooves me to supply screenshots and proof when I make a claim but let’s consider if instead from the perspective of two adult men who have operated online far longer than a lot of their audience. Given that I am the same age as Shane, I know what the internet used to look like and how far it’s come and RPF is not a brand new thing neither did it pop up out of nowhere when One Direction debuted. And just like fanfiction in and of itself had its pushback from media because of its demographic and absolutely because of its queer-leanings, RPF appears to get a lot of that same energy, but it’s not an inherently toxic past time. Much like any fandom activity, it can get bad because fandom is not a monolith; it’s a bunch of individuals enjoying a medium in the ways they have learned to. You’re gonna get some individuals who “do it wrong” and some who do it differently, but ultimately, just like the forums and the reddit threads Shane and Ryan trawl in their past time, there are circles you learn not to veer into and terms you learn to blacklist/block/mute. With that being an indication of where they’re coming from as internet creators, I am confident when I say that, as long as it’s not being mailed to them, linked or quoted at them, they don’t care. They would know something that gets popular on the internet summons a brand of transformative art and fiction but much like they tend to ignore thirst tweets in their mentions or the repetitive requests for the same things over and over. They’d see it and gloss right over it. Shane is the type who writes long essays on reddit addressing the things that bother him, Ryan is weird and vocal and an oversharer sometimes when it comes to things Shaniacs say to him (i.e. that Voice he did for the occasional Shaniac who approaches him). It’s just one of the incarnations of fandom that they choose not to engage with, which, good? Because it’s a fan-specific activity. Once in a while you get a creator who wants to interact with fanfiction and it goes sideways because not all stories are written for them, much like not all fanart is made with the mindset to share with them.

It’s just a regular old fan interaction and community habit that builds bigger followings.

All in all, I’m not gonna tell you what to do. Unless you mean to be in their @’s all the time or link them on discord, or put any of your content in their hands, they are not going to see it. They don’t care. What they do care about is that you’re watching, that you support them and send them encouragement because they’re creating their own medium of content and a bigger following means more people get to see it and extract something positive from it.

#shyan #discourse #Anonybae

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fictionalrambles · 4 years

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Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part Three

Submitted by @notcrypticbutcoy

Five Favourite Stories

1. Magnus Bane’s School For Young Warlocks by @miasunri

Why I love this fic: It’s a stunning piece to read. Max and Rafe (the kids) are featured prominently with single-dad Alec, and they feel like actual people with well-developed personalities - like real, authentic children - which is something that I almost always feel is missing from fics featuring kids. The mutual pining between Magnus and Alec is gorgeous, the tension is blissful, there’s a perfect blend of Actual Plot (the politics is SO GOOD) and Feelings, and I found myself just as invested in the relationships between Magnus and each of the kids as I was in Magnus and Alec. Magnus and Alec’s relationship blossoms like the petals of a flower unfurling. I cannot overemphasise how much I smile whenever I read this fic - except during the angsty parts, of course, but those are the best sort of hurt/comfort, and the drama always gets excellent payoff. This isn’t finished, but don’t shy away from it. It’s such a wonderful fic.

Favourite Quote:

An ocean spreads under his feet and swallows him whole. Jace goes up to stand with the newly wedded brides to deliver his speech, and Alec hears exactly none of it. Magnus’s lips fill out into a cascading grin, lighting every inch of Alec’s body, from the root of his heart to the dendrites of each nerve, from his fingertips to the bottom of his feet. The slowly sinking sun and the moon fill the lines on Magnus’s face, make the glitter shine and dive down into the depths of his cat eyes, reflecting all the flecks of yellow, even from here.

He’s beautiful.

This is one of many quotes in this fic that I adore, but it’s right before the culmination of weeks and months worth of tension. The chapter it’s from, and the couple following, are my favourites.

2. Traveller by bumblebeesknees

Why I love this fic: This fic manages to marry light and heavy with absolute ease. It’s sweet and funny, in places (140 year old Max is an interdimensional bounty hunter who’s accidentally time-travelled - need I say any more?!) and incredibly serious and sad, in others (bounty hunter Max really misses his dad and wants validation of his life choices, okay?). I love the care and thought given to how the immortality issue is handled here - there’s no fix, but the emphasis is on love and communication now, to prepare for what’s to come. It helps that the prose is lovely and the dialogue extremely heartfelt! It’s a really touching piece, and it reads effortlessly.

Favourite quote:

“Because I love you, and I don’t want there to be any uncertainty as to what that means. I know you know that I care for you, that I would move heaven and earth for you – but you’re also a part of me. You know things about me that I had left buried for centuries, rekindled parts of my heart I thought had been burned to ashes. There’s no page in my life that doesn’t have your fingerprints on it, no hidden corners that you haven’t brightened with your presence. It took me four hundred years to find you and I’m not – it’s not going to happen again.”

Sue me, I have chosen the most sappy and self-indulgent quote possible. But the way it’s written is stunning and it hurts so good!

3. Universes of You by giidas

Why I love this fic: I’ve waxed poetic about this fic a lot recently, and for good reason. Alec universe-hops and finds his life intertwined with Magnus’ in every one. Some of the universes are tragic, some are the epitome of a happy ending, and some made me laugh endlessly. My favourite detail that threads through every universe in this fic is that Alec always recognises Magnus, always knows him, always sees the many similarities, but he never smells quite right; he doesn’t quite smell like Alec’s Magnus. I thought that was a really beautiful touch. The end is agonisingly sweet, and so worth the pain. Alec’s relief when he gets home is palpable.

Favourite quote:

Alec lets his full weight settle on Magnus’ thighs, allows his muscles to relax. His nose is filled with sandalwood, the earthy smell of the remnants of the memory spell that still linger on Magnus’ skin and the salty tang of sweat. His hand has a mind of its own and is settling on Magnus’ neck, tilting his head back, exposing the line of his throat to Alec. The memory of the alternate Magnus, sheen of sweat on his skin, flashes through Alec’s mind, and he does what he wanted to do then, licks from the base of Magnus’ throat all the way to his ear, biting his earlobe, burying his nose there when he’s done. Magnus shudders, makes a soft hurt noise.

Like I said. The end is my favourite brand of comfort after a fic full of sweet sweet hurt.

4. as your sun sets (i know you in bleary-eyed 3AM) by @the-prophet-lemonade

Why I love this fic: This is a slow-burn (as much as is possible in 50k), but it burns like the sun. One of my favourite things about this fic is the found-family feel, and how well-developed all the relationships are. It’s a Sense 8 AU, and it’s seamlessly merged with the SH characters. Magnus is enigmatic but endlessly kind, and Alec is prickly but cares deeply about the other characters. I love the friendship and shared desire to protect that underpins Magnus and Alec’s relationship in this. This fic is unique in how it made me feel while reading, and I urge everyone to curl up somewhere and immerse themselves in it. The storytelling is unparalleled and the prose is extremely rich.

Favourite quote:

“I’ve been waiting for you to visit,” Magnus says, soft. “Man in my head.”

“I’m … sorry it’s taken so long,” Alec replies.

It’s extraordinary - existing in two places at once. Here, there, his own apartment - and then, where Magnus is. He wants to tell Magnus: you make me feel things I haven’t felt before, how is that possible? He holds that need tight against his chest. Magnus looks at him like he’s hung the sun in the sky.

Alec doesn’t feel so broken anymore.

“Man in my head” and “3am” now trigger extreme emotion in me.

5. Hath No Fury by @trellanyx

Why I love this fic: A slightly different pick, but still my favourite theme of angst with a lovely payoff. Magnus in this fic is definitely a little bit morally grey, in a way, but it’s written so well. He’s uncompromising and unashamed about his desire to protect and enact revenge when those he loves are hurt. This slightly brutal characterisation of Magnus is one of my favourites, and I really love the exploration of his darker side. Alec’s gradual realisation of what Magnus is willing to do for him is lovely, too.

Favourite quote:

Magnus spoke to his rings, unwilling—or unable—to make himself watch Alec’s reaction to what he was saying. “It’s something I’ve had to come to terms with, to accept in all its ugliness, because it is as much a part of me as your Nephilim heritage. Nothing is too vicious—too demonic—when it comes to protecting what is mine. And if I fail in that protection, I will gladly let entire worlds burn in punishment. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve long stopped fighting it.”

This quote really sums up what I most love about this fic!

Author Story

These characters feel like they’ve been a part of my life for a long time. The show gave them exactly the new, modern lease of life that they so desperately needed, and I am eternally grateful. Writing is and has always been a reprieve for me, and writing fanfics even more so. I always say that the best way to improve your writing is just to write, as much as you possibly can, and that’s certainly been true for me. I would like to think that my writing - and definitely my patience for editing and proof-reading - has improved since I started writing for this fandom!

This fandom was also the first fandom I found that so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically embraced queer characters, and headcanoning probably-straight characters as queer (which says a lot about the fandoms I’ve frequented before, but I digress) which has been lovely. I never have to worry that someone will get annoyed that I’ve written about a bisexual Isabelle, or tell me that they like my writing, but not if I’m going to include explicit depictions of queer sex.

I’ve had so much fun writing in this fandom, and I’m thrilled by the response to my fics and by how much talent there is from other writers, freely available to us all. I think I’ll be sticking around for a few more years!

#shadowhunters #fanfiction #shadowhunters fanfiction #fanfiction blog

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blu-joons · 5 years

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DATING BTS HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Namjoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Whenever Namjoon is affectionate, he always becomes incredibly shy. He loves to cuddle you and kiss you, but when he sees your smile appear, his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as you wrap your arms around him, hiding his blush in the crook of your neck.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you had always been close, a lot of the time he confided in you when he was having trouble. As time passed, he began to realise that maybe there was something between the two of you, no one could make him laugh like you, or make him feel at ease. The boys knew it too, all they wanted was for their leader to be happy, and they knew that it was you who made him smile.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

There was no reason to rush to confess, life was busy, and he wanted to be able to spend a lot of time with you. So, as he came back from a month on the road, his first thought was you. He was at your flat just a couple of hours after his plane landed, telling you how he felt and how much he missed you. It was a little overwhelming for you, but of course, you felt it too. He was charming, and kind-hearted, everything you wanted in a man.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved to arrange dates for the two of you and treat you whenever he could. It was hard sometimes with the fans and the attention he got, but he’d try his hardest to make them peaceful, either at a restaurant, or taking long walks in the beach or at the park. If he couldn’t take you out, he’d try and cook (although takeout was usually a handy back up) and set up the living room with blankets and duvets so the two of you could have a movie marathon. Regardless of where you were, he wanted to make every date night special, and remind you just how much he loves you, and how thankful he is for you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

After a couple of relationships in school, you were Namjoon’s first adult relationship, for so long his focus had been on the band, but he couldn’t let you go like he had the rest. It was hard for him trying to maintain a relationship, but you were worth it. Being the leader, he knew there was an extra pressure on him to make a relationship work in amongst all the chaos, and with previous experiences he would have given up, there was no way he was ever going to give up on you. Whatever the problem, he would work through it, because he needed you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you very rarely had an argument, and even then, it was probably only a bicker. He was used to keeping the boys in line, so he’d use those tips to make sure the two of you didn’t fall out. Rather than ever raise his voice at you, he’d just talk. He hated the fact that he could ever make you angry, so he’d always try to right his wrongs. If it meant taking some time at the studio, or going for a walk, he’d do it, and then once you’d had some space, he’d come back and talk to you. Fighting broke his heart, it didn’t matter who it was between, he’d always do anything to make things right and remove any tension between you both.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You felt quite confident to meet Namjoon’s family because you knew that you’d be able to interact with them and communicate. Having told them so many good things about you, Namjoon knew it would be impossible for them not to like you, and as you met them for the first time, you knew that you were already treated as if you were part of the family.

H ⇴ HOME

Namjoon was very reluctant to move into a house just the two of you, naturally he was worried about leaving the boys. Which is why, as a compromise, you were able to move into the dorms for a short while, the two of you got your own space, which you liked, and also got to be with the boys, who you adored. Plus, all six of them refused to give the two of you up, they needed you at the dorm to keep them all in order.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ came from Namjoon when he came home from tour. After yet another month away from you, he realised just how much you meant to him, and how much he needed you in his life. As his arms wrapped around you as he walked into the dorm, those three little words escaped, as you quickly replied with the same three words, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, welcoming him home.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He handled his jealousy quite well, most of the time, but when his confidence is low, he can find himself getting a bit jealous. He never made a big thing about it, he’d usually just stay a bit closer towards you, or keep his arm around you. Confrontation wasn’t his style, but when his arm was around you for most of the night, you knew how he was feeling, so you’d make an even bigger effort to be around him and to put his mind at ease. Jealousy was only natural, and if anything, it made you like him just that little bit more, knowing how much he cared and how protective he was of you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Everyone knows Namjoon wants to be a father, it’s the one thing he’s dreamed of all his life. Being with you was the first time in his life he thought he’d found the one to settle down with. Seeing you around your friend’s children, he knew how much of an amazing mum you’d be, and how perfect your family could be. He’d often find himself falling asleep at night imagining your family as you got older and how your kids would be.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Most of the time he didn’t even realise he was making you laugh, with a little giggle or a random action, you’d be left in hysterics. The two of you knew exactly how to make the other laugh, he would usually make you laugh just by how embarrassed he got when he laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. He was incredible at making you laugh even on the toughest of days, messing around until he put the smile back on your face. Seeing you laugh always made him smile, knowing you were happy was the thing that always made him the happiest, as the two of you would giggle away to each other.

M ⇴ MISSING

At times, Namjoon really struggled on tour, being away from you, especially if they were abroad. You knew how hard he found it, and the pressure he felt, and you always felt guilty not being able to make him feel better. Still, you’d text him every day with messages of love and reassurance which would pick him up, and he’d always reply straight away, desperate to know you were doing alright at home and taking care of yourself. There was a lot he missed being away from you, your laugh, your cuddles, date nights, it took its toll on him being apart, but it always made coming home that little bit sweeter when you were finally reunited.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You always remembered one time how he said he liked to be called, ‘darling,’ so that was often the nickname that you’d use for him, whilst he would come up with anything random: flower, cupcake, sweetie, were just a few of the nicknames he’d used for you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your figure, he loved how sexy you looked, being able to place his hands around your body, and admire every inch of your skin was what made him the happiest man in the world.

P ⇴ PDA

PDA wasn’t always his thing, sometimes he’d feel a bit too shy to be affectionate with you in public, but one thing he always did, was hold your hand. There was always a worry that something might happen, so if he felt your skin against his, he knew you were safe. It didn’t stop him gushing about you in interviews however, and you were always the first person he thanked when he was giving a speech.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Usually he’d ask a question to start a debate between you both. At times it felt like you were dating an encyclopaedia of knowledge, he loved to find out about you, and the world, talking about anything that came to mind.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

When it came to your relationship, Namjoon loves celebrating anniversaries, it always makes him incredibly emotional. He’s usually good at holding himself together, but around you, he always finds himself getting upset and teary. Anniversaries are when he spills his feelings to you, and he often finds himself in touch with his emotions, when you gift him presents or you go out on a date, he tries hard to keep himself together.

S ⇴ SEX

He likes to dominate sex when he can, but when he’s feeling fragile and vulnerable, he can often be submissive and allow you to make him feel good. Regardless of what mood either of you are in, sex is always about love. The two of you would often be in some sort of embrace together, usually with dim lighting and a candle lit. Namjoon liked to be as cute as possible, and would always give you a cuddle afterwards, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He always texts you, mainly just to make sure you were doing alright. He wanted to make sure you were happy and doing well, and if you text him first, he replies straight away, desperate to hold a conversation with you whilst you both have free time.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Everything started and finished with you. He came to you whenever he first got an opportunity for something, and when it came to an end, you were the first person he celebrated with. His whole universe revolved around you, everything else was in between.

V ⇴ VACATION

He loved to travel the world, anywhere in the world he was with you, he’d be happy. Whenever the two of you had the time, you’d head out and explore. Road trips were a favourite between you both, exploring as many different places as you could, you never liked to be in one place for more than a few days when you knew there was another city waiting to be explored just a few miles down the road.

W ⇴ WHINING

He didn’t tend to moan often, he was usually quiet, or if he wanted something, he’d say it. Most of the time though, he was good at making you happy and doing what you wanted.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He loved to kiss you when you least expected it, but when you kissed him, you could guarantee he’d always turn coy and blush. Kisses were always meaningful with Namjoon, he always used them to tell you how he felt and how much he loved you. His hands would always be on your hips, pulling you closer, whilst you often reached up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were everything, he wouldn’t be able to carry on sometimes without you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Watching him fall asleep was one of your favourite things, when you’d look up with his arms wrapped around you, seeing his head thrown back and mouth wide open, you couldn’t help but chuckle at how sweet he looked.

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Faith vs Kendra Anya or Oz Buffy + Tara

Hi, thanks for asking. Sorry for taking so long to answer, insert obligatory excuse about college kicking my ass.

Faith vs. Kendra

So this one’s really hard, and my answer got way too long and pretentious, but I hope you’ll bear with me.

In order to understand Kendra’s fighting style, I think it’s important to talk a little about the fight she has with Buffy in What’s My Line (Part 2). That episode illustrates the differences in Buffy and Kendra’s fighting style when Buffy does “the chick fight thing” and Kendra doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Basically, this move is sort of a physical demonstration of their differences. Kendra is the traditionalist, therefore she is highly skilled in technique but less good at improvising and thinking outside the box. Buffy, meanwhile, is less traditional and less technically skilled, but she’s better at improvising and using her emotions to her benefit. These ideas are shown in the initial fight between Buffy and Kendra, and then verbalized by Buffy later in the episode.

Faith is on the other end of the spectrum. She has little to no formal training (she’s called after Kendra’s death in Becoming; in the few months between that episode and her arrival in Faith, Hope & Trick, her watcher is murdered; neither Giles nor Wesley put much effort into her training in season 3; and then she goes to prison for like 3 seasons). However, she’s clearly a skilled fighter, as evidenced by the fact that she can hold her own against a slayer as experienced as Buffy. Though it is never stated outright, it is reasonable to assume that her strengths lie in her ability to improvise and her emotionally driven fighting style. Basically, she’s a person who will use every tool in her arsenal to win, even if that means, for instance, throwing herself off a building so that her opponent doesn’t get what she wants.

By presenting Faith and Kendra as two extremes of this ideological debate, and then also showing that neither one of them is as successful at slayerdom as Buffy is, the show implies that Buffy’s balanced approach to fighting (and to like life in general) is the best. However, the nature of tradition is complicated by the later seasons. For one thing, the Watcher’s Council—the representatives of the traditional approach that Kendra follows—get blown the fuck up before they can do anything useful. This strongly suggests that the Council, and by externsion their tradition, is irrelevant. This idea is further underlined by Buffy’s ultimate decision to reject the Council’s tradition wholesale, and to create a new, Slayer-based tradition. It’s also reflected in her fighting style in the later seasons. Starting in season 5, Buffy begins to explore her slayerness in the context of the slayer line, and her training with Giles builds on that. It could be suggested that the tradition she is drawing upon in these seasons is that of the Slayers that came before her, not the watchers who tried to control them. This also serves as an in-universe explanation for why the fighting style from season 5 onwards looks so different (and so much worse) than what came before it. (Yes, I know there were new stunt doubles, but it works with my convoluted argument, so I’m going to pretend there’s some deeper meaning behind it.)

Anyway, my point in all of this is that while earlier seasons present the thesis that one should find a middle ground between tradition and innovation, later seasons suggest that embracing oppressive traditions is harmful. So while we should still draw upon tradition, we should always be critical of the kinds of traditions we draw upon. And Kendra, having been raised by watchers, relies solely on harmful and oppressive traditions, and is therefore at a serious disadvantage. Faith, meanwhile, isn’t hampered by the Council’s bullshit. While she doesn’t draw power from slayer-line mysticism like Buffy does, she still has the advantage of freedom from the Council and would therefore win in a fight.

However, this is a solely thematic view of things, and maybe proves less who would win in a fight and more who would win in like a philosophical debate. Also, Kendra was killed off before she could be developed further (insert my usual Kendra deserved better comment here). Of the three, she was the most victimized by the Council (because of course those colonizers would fuck over the black girl most of all). If she had been developed, and been allowed to process the fact that a bunch white people stole her from her parents and brainwashed her for the purposes of their personal gain, and that this didn’t happen to any of her white counterparts, I think she could have had a much greater understanding of the insidious nature of the Council than either Buffy of Faith. I also think that her interest in the slayer tradition would have surpassed Buffy’s. She is, after all, the traditionalist of the three, so I think she would be the most interested in finding a way to connect to the traditions of the past while separating that past from the oppression of the Council.

In other words, a Kendra that had been allowed to live past season 2 is quite possibly the most powerful slayer. But if we’re accepting the canonical versions of these characters (and not the headcanon that I just pulled out of my ass) I guess Faith would be the winner.

Anya or Oz

Oz is a great character and I totally get why people like him but Anya is more in line with my personal preferences when it comes to characters who are intially introduced as love interests, which are as follows:

Hot lady (I’m shallow, sue me)

Very funny (Oz is funny but Anya is the funniest character on the show and no one can convince me otherwise)

Is more than just a love interest

Now I feel like people might object to no. 3 in Anya’s case, because there’s no denying that Anya is criminally underdeveloped and is often relegated to the unfortunate position of Xander’s girlfriend. However, Anya has a Selfless and she has that scene in The Body, and she has clearly defined relationships with the other Scoobies (best demonstrated in episodes like Triangle). Oz doesn’t really have any of that. Like, he and Willow break up for like half a second in season 3, and in that time he’s just not on screen. That’s how irrelevant he is to anyone and anything outside of Willow. Also, the werewolf suit looks dumb, which I have to assume is why the writers did almost nothing with him being a werewolf until they had to write him out.

The point is, while both of these characters deserved more development, Anya still got more of it so I like her better. Also she’s a pretty girl, so I was probably going to choose her regardless (I may be shallow, but at least I’m honest about it).

Buffy + Tara

I am the no. 1 Buffy/Tara shipper because I like it when nice people are nice to each other. And yes, I recognize that these are two flawed, complicated characters, but I think that together, they have the potential to be one of the healthiest couples in the Buffyverse. This is mainly because their interactions with each other are always supportive and free of judgement. Buffy defends Tara against her dad and welcomes her into her family even after Tara puts everyone at risk. Meanwhile, Tara is pretty much the only character (except for Dawn, maybe) to immediately react with empathy and understanding to the revelation that Buffy is sleeping with Spike. I’m not saying that either one of these characters is always understanding and non-judgemental (okay, maybe Tara is, but Buffy definitely isn’t), but they’ve proven that with each other, they’re very good at communicating and empathizing, and just being what the other person needs, and I think that’s very sexy of them.

Also, they’d be really hot together, so I’m here for it.

#kendra young #faith lehane #anya jenkins #oz #buffy summers #tara maclay #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #wow this turned out so long and convoluted

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