#basically he's a whole bastard. love that for him though <3
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Cookiekind, in general, seems to hold the strange belief that Shadow Milk Cookie, as the Beast of Deceit, does not understand truth. This is because they have burnt ash for brains, and cannot comprehend that a change in superficial title does not mean that Shadow Milk Cookie is no longer the Master of Knowledge. Even if it did, a deciever can only be effective by understanding the nuance of truth, for the greatest lies are created through its flexibility.
So despite popular opinion, Shadow Milk does recognise, understand and know truth. Well, he knows everything, but especially something as fundamental as that.
Look, here's a truth, right now; Shadow Milk Cookie quite likes Pure Vanilla Cookie, in spite of everything.
Not in the soft, fluffy cotton candy way, of course. Shadow Milk likes Pure Vanilla in the same way a cat likes a mouse, or a researcher likes a test subject, or a puppeteer has a favourite puppet. He likes him because he is a source of entertainment – having such a soft, simple heart makes him fun to watch struggle with silly emotions, and easy to taunt and frazzle. That's all, really. Shadow Milk can't even say he likes him to the point of wanting to crack him open and see what makes him tick, because he doesn't need to. He already knows everything about Pure Vanilla, right down to the composition of the yeast in his body, because he has constantly kept his eyes on him since the start.
It must be said though, if we are to talk in truths, that Shadow Milk may have some biases that make him more invested in Pure Vanilla's continued existence. Namely, the fact that he holds his Soul Jam.
Now, obviously he doesn't like that this little half-cookie, this unworthy, flimsy vessel, holds half his power. On the contrary, it is nothing but an insult to watch him clumsily flaunt it around while Shadow Milk stays unjustly shackled. It is the only transgression Pure Vanilla has ever committed against him, but it is a blasphemous one.
And yet, even with his bubbling rage at the disrespectful theft of his rightful power, Shadow Milk sometimes likes to toy with the idea that he is a gift, a plea for forgiveness from the Witches that he can righteously ignore. After all, Pure Vanilla has his Soul Jam – his, not theirs – and does that not make Pure Vanilla his too?
Naturally, Shadow Milk knows that the Witches are horrible, selfish old tyrants and would not grant him that grace, but that does not change the fact that Pure Vanilla is, for all intents and purposes, his other half. There is something powerful in that knowledge, especially since he knows it would tear Pure Vanilla apart.
So Shadow Milk does like Pure Vanilla quite a lot, even with the full knowledge that he's a dirty little thief, because he is entertaining and, most importantly, he is his.
Now, here is another truth, since we're already on a roll; Shadow Milk Cookie will escape the Seal and get his Soul Jam back.
It's an inevitability, really. Even if Shadow Milk feels like he is absolutely crumbling of boredom stuck in this stupid tree, especially since the rest of the Beasts have one by one drifted into a bitterly restless slumber, they are all far too strong to be contained by a single measly seal forever. The day will come when it gives way beneath the probing of his hands, and with the cracks in the tree nearly large enough for him to stick his fingers through, he knows that day will come much, much sooner than later.
As for what comes after he escapes? Well, Shadow Milk has no concerns there.
The Faerie Cookies may have longer lifespans than average, but sadly that doesn't make them any smarter. It'll be a piece of cake to knead their doughy brains into doing what he wants them to, even with half his power missing. The Guardian is the only one who poses any real threat, and even that has a laughably easy solution, because he certainly isn't immune to crumbling.
Shadow Milk picks at the slim seam of the cracks with hands that are not his own, encouraging them to grow as he takes a moment to fantasise standing over the Guardian's pathetic crumbs.
Speaking of laughably easy solutions, Pure Vanilla is awfully kind to come to Beast-Yeast, right on the cusp of Shadow Milk's escape! Really, Shadow Milk was estatic when he overheard him discussing those travel plans. It saves him the trouble of having to track him down once he's finished freeing his friends and razing the Faeriewoods to the ground.
Even better, having Pure Vanilla around to welcome him back to the free air could prove to be useful. It would be so deliciously poetic, for Pure Vanilla to cut down the tree with his stolen power and set Shadow Milk free with his own hands, offering himself up in a syrupy spotlight to reunite the two lost halves of Knowledge to its true owner.
Shadow Milk could push him into it, he thinks confidently as he twists his claws into the fracture, grappling at the edges to force them wider. He knows Pure Vanilla better than Pure Vanilla knows himself, he is sure. It wouldn't even be hard.
Now, let's review! Shadow Milk Cookie quite likes Pure Vanilla Cookie, that is the first truth. And he will escape the Seal and get his Soul Jam back, that is the second.
These truths coexist, and because they do, Shadow Milk has long decided he won't immediately crumble Pure Vanilla into fine dust when he takes his Soul Jam back.
Oh, he could, and so easily too. Shadow Milk has held Pure Vanilla's hunched form in his palms dozens of times, in the pit of the abyss, has felt how fragile and weak it is – not that Pure Vanilla ever notices, the silly, blind thing. He has curled his claws around his silhouette like a cage countless times, and entertained and irritated himself with how easy it would be to crush him in one fell swoop.
Yes, he could crumble him without a second thought, but that wouldn't be much fun, would it? It's not like he needs to destroy him to be able to retrieve his Soul Jam, and really, it would be a bit of a waste. He's been waiting to meet him – really, truly meet him – for oh so long, to get rid of him immediately would just be anticlimatic. Nobody likes a boring ending, least of all Shadow Milk.
There is a sudden, audible crack, and Shadow Milk's hands finally breach the containment of the bark, fingers quickly scrambling to anchor themselves on the edges of the open wound. An uncontrollable, wild grin splits across Shadow Milk's face, or whatever is currently left of it, wide and eager.
He lurches forward, all of his eyes narrowing in on the wispy traces of light outside, with the exception of the one that always follows Pure Vanilla like a curse, currently watching him settle into an airship with some teeny, insignificant Cookies. Anticipation begins to simmer the endless darkness around him, finally, finally, finally making him feel alive for the first time in far too long.
Somewhere nearby, Silent Salt is slowly beginning to rouse, and Shadow Milk's grin stretches even wider. They don't make a sound and hardly move, but Shadow Milk knew they would be the first to wake. They always are.
Finally, a third truth, to neatly complete the rule of threes; Shadow Milk Cookie is looking forward to properly introducing himself and the other Beasts to Pure Vanilla Cookie.
This one doesn't need any further explanation. After all, there is nothing more thrilling than a good reveal.
The wood groans pitifully beneath his harsh grip, the noise mingling with the distant thrum of an airship in motion, and Shadow Milk's quiet but sharp giggling.
Ah, he can't wait to see Pure Vanilla's face when he realises the true identity of his precious Light of Truth.
#sorry. i was overtaken by demons (sm) it will probably happen again#this pov was an interesting one to write in!#my current conclusion on sm is that he is very entitled and very sure of himself#(hence the confidence that he knows all about pv here. and the irritation in canon when it doesn't work)#basically he's a whole bastard. love that for him though <3#shadow milk cookie#crk#cookie run kingdom#shadowvanilla#vanilla milkshake#← implied but the nature is up to interpretation#the biscuit library
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a day in the life <3
poly141, 141 x reader, no y/n, tooth rotting fluff
the kinds of kisses/affection that reader receives during the day from their 141 boys 😁
price
in passing, especially on the top of the head. adores seeing you flustered when you didn't see him approach you
slow, romantic kisses after a long day. finds you on his office couch or in the little kitchenette, wraps his arms around your waist, and lets all the stresses or problems of the day wash off as his lips meet yours
on the knuckles like a true gentleman. asks you anywhere with a kiss on the hand. bar? kiss. date night? kiss. the fucking gym? guess what? kiss.
on the face to wake you up in the mornings. you look so warm and snuggly, love, but it's time to get up <3 (often followed by a cup of tea/coffee)
kisses your inner thighs to soothe beard burn. he's so sorry, but you look so pretty when he has you in his mouth.
simon
until you've been a thing for a long time, and I mean a long time, he won't kiss you
that's not to say he won't show affection, though. one of his absolute favorite things is to bonk your forehead with his through the mask
sure, it can hurt either one of you just a bit, but it lets you know that he loves you
when he finally does kiss you, it's on the forehead or back of the hand. it takes him a long time to actually kiss your lips
loves kissing your neck and vice versa. seeing you walk around with poorly covered hickeys (because he can't make it easy for you, people have to know that you belong to someone) gets him going
also likes it when you leave your own marks on his neck. no one can see them because of that balaclava, but he knows they're there
johnny
kisses you the fastest out of all the boys
starts with the cheek, then the forehead, then the lips, then any inch of skin you bless him with
all of you is just so perfect, how can he pick one single favorite spot?
leaves little bites and marks everywhere he can
would devour you if he could
genuinely cherishes your slow and romantic make outs. yeah, he loves when they lead to something else, but feeling the passion in your kisses as your lips and tongues dance together? that's a feeling unmatched, bonnie.
this man has such an oral fixation. let him suck on your fingers.
kyle
once he saw johnny going at you, he couldn't help but follow suit
he's a weak man, hun, you've got to cut him some slack
loves kissing your nose. close enough to your mouth to be a little more intimate than the forehead, and he gets to see basically your whole face
kisses your hips like they're drugs. sex or not, he's between your legs kissing your hips and belly. so what if you're wearing clothes? let him move them for you.
adores little touches
tracing patterns on skin, kissing freckles/scars, moving strands of hair away from your face. he doesn't care; as long as he's touching you
it's the monthly post!! i wish i could have written more, but alas, the bastards at uni gave me the flu. i'm back now, though, and consuming content like a bear before hibernation.
(yk... that might be a good fit idea.)
thank you for reading, lovelies <333333
#i love them#look at the boys ever#task force 141#141 x reader#captain john price x reader#simon riley x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#headcanon#<333#fraser writes
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Across the Way
Ch.3: The New Normal
Retired!Ghoap x Fem!Plus Size!Reader
MDNI
Ao3 | Previous - Next
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.
Sometimes Simon still feels like he’s in a dream. The world around him seems effervescent - so ready to slip through his fingers at a moments notice. He expects to pass through Johnny, as though the man was never there, that this house and home and world will crumble and he’ll wake to that grey, cracked ceiling above his bunk in the basic training barracks again.
But then Johnny grumbles something under his breath - because the man cannot shut up, even in deep REM - and turns over, hand resting on Simon’s chest. Even in his sleep the Scot knows how to ground him like nothing else. Like a sixth sense.
He can see discomfort in his husband’s furrowed brow. The hand on his chest twitches.
Ah. He’s going to wake up to a bad day.
Simon figures he won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon, so he may as well prepare. Even he isn’t sure exactly how he knows what will be in store when Johnny opens his eyes but he knows. Every twinge and wince expertly memorized with the same precision that made him do so well in the SAS.
Speaking of, Simon checks his phone while he lines up Johnny’s pain medication. Today’s his call with Price. A monthly reoccurrence. Every third Thursday. The old man and his control issues could never let him or Johnny fully go - he insisted to keep in touch. Even if it is just a monthly call. Simon knows the real reason - that Price was worried about how two gung-ho soldiers would settle into civilian life but the man would never admit to such sentiment.
Johnny stirs, a low groan passing his lips as he tries to hoist himself up. Simon presses his hand to his husband’s back, stilling him with a gentle touch.
“Lay back. Let me ‘elp you up.” He murmurs, rearranging the pillows slowly before wrapping an arm around Johnny’s waist to pull him into a sitting position.
Johnny presses his forehead into his palm, screwing his eyes shut. A small whimper escapes his throat - the sound breaks Simon’s heart every time.
“Rate it.”
Johnny sighs, thinking for a moment. Taking stock of it all. “…Three…?”
“Love.” Simon levels a look at Johnny. One he knows will get the man cut the bullshit.
“…five.”
“Thank you.” Simon nods, turning on his heel to get the proper medication. It’s a particularly bad day, if Johnny is willing to admit to anything above a two or three. For anyone else that’s a seven easy. Stubborn bastard. Simon opens the cabinet to grab the stronger stuff - their on hand back up.
Johnny tries to take it sparingly. He doesn’t want to grow too much of a tolerance - doesn't want to get addicted. Simon isn’t too worried about that, but Johnny insists.
“‘Ere.” Simon holds out two little pills and a cup of water. “Need ‘elp takin’ it?”
Johnny grimaces but nods. Simon’s gut churns with worry. It’s rare for the man to put aside his pride. To allow Simon to carefully tip his head back, cradling it with tender care as Johnny slowly sips at the glass.
“Thanks…” He seems almost bashful despite this being easily the least compromising position Simon has seen Johnny in.
“We’ll take it easy today. Get some take out...” Simon mumbles, reaching under the bed for the heated blanket. On the worst days Johnny’s circulation in his limbs seems to nearly freeze up. How that happens because of a brain injury the doctors have never been able to say.
“Simon?” Johnny murmurs.
“Hm?”
“Kiss me?”
Simon barks out a laugh. The way he still blushes when he asks after all these years is too cute for words. Johnny can say the most salacious shit with a perfectly straight face and then when he asks for such a simple touch he’s flustered like a schoolgirl.
Of course, Simon would never deny him. It’s impossible to say no to those big baby blues.
“I’m going to let Riley out into the yard. Want t’ take a bath when I get back?” Simon offers as he pulls back, running a thumb over Johnny’s lip and hoping the medication will have kicked in by then.
”Tryin’ tae get my clothes off, Mr. Riley?”
Simon rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t ‘ave to scheme t’do that.”
Johnny clicks his tongue. “I’m no’ tha’ easy.”
“Tell that to the maintenance closet in Hereford.”
“Yer no better.” Johnny grins. “Brazil?”
“Shut it.” He makes a playful cutting motion by his neck. Johnny just laughs at him. Simon wishes, like every time before, that he could have the sound carved into his very marrow.
He clicks his tongue and Riley follows dutifully. They got her an automatic feeder long ago so she’s already had her breakfast. Really it was a necessity - back when Johnny was in too much pain the majority of the time for Simon to step away too long. She’s been so patient with them. She runs around the yard excitedly while he throws the ball a few times to get her energy out. Some outside time will tie her over until he can take her for a proper walk.
The weather’s nice today. Johnny will be disappointed he missed out on so much sun.
Simon turns on his heel to go up and get the water started. They installed an extra large tub not long after moving in. Baths together were a small luxury back in the day - cramming both of themselves into shitty hotel tubs and the base housing showers. They never quite fit - usually Simon’s leg would end up hooked over the side of the bath. Or Johnny’s. Working the man open and loose after a long, hard mission-
He stops that thought I’m it’s tracks. That’s not the line of thinking for today.
Simon settles Johnny in first thing. He’s lighter than he used to be. That extra layer of muscle worn down and away over all that time in hospital and in physical therapy. That scared Simon, at first. The idea that Johnny had become another fragile thing for him to ruin. Something he could break.
It was a selfish thought.
The water is hotter than Simon would usually like as he climbs in, but it’s based on Johnny’s preference. Plus it relaxes his muscles - the stinging in his nerves from misfires in his brain. The tremble in his hands.
Simon takes it all in, gently dragging his knuckles over Johnny’s perfect cheekbone. The tender motion no longer feels foreign, which is strange in and of itself.
“Comfortable?” He asks.
Johnny hums and nods.
They stay quiet while they sit. Johnny always seems to glow in the morning light. Angelic. If Simon were better with words he’d write poems. He tried a few times, though he’d never admit that out loud.
The closest he got were his vows (still not good enough). Nothing can encapsulate what it is to love John MacTavish.
“I worry.” Johnny sighs, pulling Simon from his thoughts.
“Bout what?” Simon turns toward him, lowering his reading glasses.
“The baker. She’s all alone over there y’know?” Johnny sighs.
Simon hums. His big hearted boy. “Y’should be worried about yourself.”
Johnny scoffs. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, cause you’re ‘opped up on goofberries.”
“Oh shut the fuck up.” Johnny laughs.
“C’mere.” Simon turns him so that Johnny’s back is against his chest, grabbing one of the extra shampoo bottles to scrub down his hair.
“Thinkin’ about getting’ rid of the mo-hawk…” He murmurs.
“Don’t you dare.” Simon blurts before he realizes, face heating at the admission. Johnny just laughs at him again.
“It’s no’ very dignified. Doesnnae scream grown-man-in-his-thirties.”
“No. But it screams Johnny MacTavish. ‘ow else am I goin’ t’find you in a crowd?”
“Fair point.” Johnny tilts his head back to look up at his husband, grinning. “More hair fer ye tae grab, though. Proper handle.”
Simon huffs. “See, now that’s just playin’ dirty.”
“Simon Jr. likes it.”
“Please stop callin’ it that. It’s been bloody fuckin’ years.”
“Never.”
Simon rolls his eyes. By the end of their exchange the water has started to get cold. He gives himself a very bare minimum scrub down - the perks of having buzzed hair - before climbing out to grab them towels and fresh pajamas.
Before all of this he’d never considered the importance of comfortable clothes. Layer-able. Soft. Breathable. Easy to maneuver in on a bad day when Johnny can hardly walk - though it hasn’t been that bad for a long while. Strange how needs change and fluctuate.
“D’you want to go downstairs or stay up ‘ere?” He asks, patting Johnny dry while he sits on the side of the tub.
“Definitely down.” Johnny nods decisively, wincing at the motion.
“A’right.” Simon scoops the man up bridal style. Back in the day he would’ve thrown Johnny over his shoulder with ease. These days he has to move slower, keeping Johnny steady so as not to jostle his head and irritate his pain. It’s been good, he thinks, to practice gentile touches for the first time in his life.
It’s easy to settle Johnny onto their large, L-shaped couch. To set him up on a throne of blankets and pillows that envelope his frame entirely. They throw on some rom-com as low background noise. It’s not long before he falls asleep, the medication finally fully taking effect and sending him into one of those deep sleeps that will last until his next dose around lunch.
Simon glances over to Johnny’s peacefully sleeping face. Lips parted, quietly snoring.
Might as well get his call done now while the man’s well and truly passed out.
“The prodigal son returns.” Price announces loudly on the other end of the phone.
“Y’talked t’ me last month.” Simon scoffs.
“Ach, well, have t’ give you some shite here an’ there. Gotta tap down that ego.” He sighs. There’s an edge to his voice despite the attempt at a playful tone.
“Y’sound tired, Cap.” Simon settles into the couch, keeping his voice low.
“You’re no better.” The old man grouses. His voice has only gotten grittier over time, though he won’t admit it to be the cigars’ doing “How’s he doin’?”
There’s always a hint of guilt in his voice when he asks. Even four years later, he can’t let it go - can’t forgive the damage done to Johnny. The best of them. None of them could ever blame him for it. There isn’t any blame to be had.
“Alright.” Simon shrugs to no one. “Bad day today but he’s been better on the whole.”
“Good.” Price sighs. There’s a creaking noise - like he’s settling back into an office chair. “You solid?”
Simon huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Got a new bakery in town. That was enough to have the area properly twitterpated all week.”
“Any good?”
“Actually, yes. Johnny’s taken a shine to the owner.”
“That boy would take a shine to a black hole.”
“Ah, you’d like ‘er. Soft little thing - that’s your whole deal innit?”
Price splutters, Simon laughs. It’s the only thing that can get the Captain off kilter. Throw a live grenade at the man and he’s steady as a rock; mention anything about his love life and he’s no better than a flustered teenager.
There’s a pause.
“Kyle is up for Lieutenant.” Price says.
Simon freezes, swallowing roughly. It’s not that he’s not happy for Gaz - hell the boy deserves it more than anyone - but his thoughts go to Johnny. How he’ll react. He’s been doing so well, these past several months. The news could make him spiral… or he could take it perfectly fine.
It’s a fifty-fifty.
“Yeah, I was worried about how Soap would take it, too.” Price sighs. “Figured I should tell you first.”
“He’ll be fine…He’ll be fine.” The repetition is more to convince himself, really. Simon shakes his head. “Might wait to tell ‘im until ‘e feels better, though.”
“Probably for the best.”
Simon hums.
“How are you doing, Riley?”
“Fine.”
“Y’sure?” Price knows him too well, Simon thinks. Knows how much the military meant to him - how much he needed it.
“I’ve got Johnny.” Simon looks wistfully at his husband, still snoring on the couch in his mass of pillows and blankets. “What else could I ever need?”
Price laughs - loud and full bodied. “You’ve become a sap in your old age, eh?”
“Who’s callin’ who old, here? You’re practically a bloody fossil.”
“Oi, watch it.”
“S’good to talk t’you, Cap.” Simon sighs, sinking further into the couch.
“You too, kid.” Price sighs as well. “I’ve got to go but… do you want me to let you know when Kyle’s ceremony is?”
Simon clicks his tongue. “Yeah. As much as I hate the pomp and circumstance.”
“We all do.”
“Yeah.”
“Take care of each other.” Simon can practically see the way Price is most likely nodding along to the words.
“Always.” Simon nods. He rests his head on the back of the couch, tossing his phone off to the side and staring up at the ceiling.
If he thinks about it too hard - about the SAS and Price and Gaz… that whole life - his chest begins to ache. The military saved him, in many ways. The military gave him his greatest love despite all the fear and strangeness that came with that.
Simon looks over at Johnny’s sleeping form.
He’s worth it.
He’s always been worth it.
Between the three month long coma - the even longer physical therapy - Johnny’s been through hell, to say the least. Truly came back from the dead. What is it, in the grand scheme, for Simon to have to make a career change in order to grasp onto this second chance?
Who knows if he would have even been able to stay in the military if Johnny died. He’d break, surely. He broke the first time Johnny crashed. Fractured upon the second. Died with him on the third.
His therapist says it’s not good for him to romanticize and aggrandize that kind of trauma. She’s probably right but there are worse ways to frame it.
They’re both broken. They’re both healing.
His thoughts drift to you as all things seem to recently. Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes a far more tired than your age would suggest - the eyes of a woman on her deathbed and ready to go. He’s seen that look too many times in his own reflection not to know it by heart.
He’ll check on you when he goes to the shop tomorrow. For Johnny’s sake.
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“Simon! How are you?” You smile wide. Always smiling. It’s not bright, like Johnny’s, though. There’s a pull at the edges. It doesn’t always reach your eyes.
“Fine.” Simon says more gruffly than he means to.
You swallow nervously. He can tell he makes you uncomfortable. Squirrelly. You don’t shrink away, though. Brave little thing, he thinks. “Uh, Johnny stay home today?”
He nods solemnly. “Migraine started up yesterday.”
“Oh, I hate that.” You frown. So genuine. “I’ve got some extra white bread. Easy on the stomach. I could-“
“That’s kind, but not why I’m ‘ere.” He cuts you off. It’s rude, yeah, but he’s seen the way you can chatter and has a point to get to.
“O-oh?” You squeak.
He steps closer, setting a little sticky note on your counter with two numbers messily scrawled across it, each labeled as his and Johnny’s. Maybe he should’ve gotten Johnny to write it. At least his twos and sevens don’t look alike. “Johnny mentioned you were woozy, when you first met. Said you have a thing.”
You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head. “And?”
It’s defensive. Your shoulders are more square than before, lips slightly pursed and arms crossing over yourself involuntarily. It looks wrong on you, if he’s honest.
“And you don’t seem t’ ‘ave anyone around to look after you.” Simon continues bluntly. “If you need anythin’ you give us a call.”
Your expression morphs into surprise, then bashfulness. He takes it in categorically just like everything else. “Th-that’s really sweet… you don’t have to-“
“It’s only right.” He cuts you off again.
It is. You’re a young woman all alone in a new country with some sort of illness. Something chronic based on Riley’s alert. Simon might be cold but he isn’t heartless - not anymore, at least. Johnny saw to that. Even if he doesn’t know what it is, even if you’re obviously smart and independent, there are too many variables for his or Johnny’s liking.
Simon doesn’t know how to interpret the look you give him. It’s grateful. Soft in the same way as when he gave you that little cut of beef. There’s something else on the edges - not quite desperation. Not quite fear. Something that furrows your brow minutely and has your eyes flicking wildly between his.
You’re afraid of an ulterior motive.
“Take care.” Simon nods once, turning on his heel to leave.
“W-wait-“ He feels a tug on the sleeve of his hoodie. When he turns your eyes are wide, shining. “I… uh…”
“Yes?”
You bite your lip, a consistent habit if the chapped skin is anything to go by. You pull your hand back quickly, pressing it to your chest. “S-sorry, never mind…”
Simon doesn’t press. He never does. Far be it for a man like him to try to force secrets out of someone. So, with another good-bye and a nod, he makes his way out of the shop and starts toward the car to go home. At least, he should.
Instead he stops a little way down the street. Far enough he can still see into your shop without you noticing him. He watches the way you pick up the paper carefully, cradling it in your soft fingers. The way you frown at it, taking a deep breath before pocketing it and disappearing into the back of the shop. He can’t place what compels him to watch you. What keeps pulling them both in.
When he pushes the door open, he expects a quiet house. Dark and silent as Johnny sleeps his pain away upstairs. Instead, he’s greeted with the sounds of pots and pans and Johnny’s voice echoing down the hall - singing along to Celine Dion (though he’d never admit to it if asked).
“Johnny?” Simon turns to corner.
“Och, welcome home!” The Scot shoots him a grin over his shoulder.
“You should be in bed.” Simon kicks off his boots and meanders to the kitchen.
“A man cannae cook fer his husband?”
“Johnny.”
Johnny turns, grinning wide. “I’m fine, Si. Really. Trust me.”
Simon sighs, stepping forward and resting his hands on Johnny’s waist. “I trust you. Y’know that. I just worry.”
“I ken, I ken.” Johnny chuckles, planting a series of kisses across Simon’s face.
Simon sighs, leaning against the kitchen counter while Johnny gets back to cooking. So domestic. Still so strange that this is their normal.
“Kyle is up for Lieutenant.” It comes out in a jumble - more uncertain than Simon is used to.
Johnny pauses, hand flexing around the spatula in his grip. It’s so brief you could almost miss it before going back to sautéing the vegetables in the pan. “Good. He deserves it.”
Simon hums, watching, waiting for a reaction. Eyeing his husband with all the scrutiny he can muster. “Price invited us to the ceremony.”
“Aye.” Johnny nods. “We should go.”
“Are… you alright with that?”
Johnny turns, a slight furrow in his perfect brow. “Why wouldnnae I be?”
Simon searches his face - tries to gather any evidence to the contrary. He finds none. Just a genuine look of confusion at what he said.
Good lad.
“We’ll go, then.”
“Hope there’s an open bar.” Johnny chuckles and turns back to dinner. Normal, casual, comfortable.
They’re both healing.
A/N: I’m not totally in love with how this chapter turned out but I’d rather get it out and get to the next than lose motivation bc I got stuck.
#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty#cod#ghost cod#cod x reader#ghoap#ghost x reader#ghoap x reader#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#simon x reader#ghost x you#soapghost x reader#john mactavish x reader#fem reader#plus size reader#fat reader#fanfic#across the way
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another really interesting thing in our man bashir to me is that I think this is the point where garak finally mostly relinquishes his self-appointed role as bashir's teacher. he seems to have taken it upon himself early on, for inscrutable but probably partially horny, partially cultivating a promising (and lovely) contact reasons of his own, to imbue julian bashir with some spysmarts and basic bastard thinking literacy skills, in the hopes that he won't go get his bright beautiful excitable ass killed at the first opportunity. there's a lot of mentor/protege undertone there in the early years. (if you want to get into asit stuff, very much in the same vein as palandine and garak's relationship in the beginning.)
but in omb garak really only has one of his little lectures, and it's basically about The thing about being a spy (and a person) that has most shaped his life: That's something else you've yet to learn, Doctor. A real intelligence agent has no ego, no conscience, no remorse. Only a sense of professionalism. There is no joy, no magic, no real delight to this, no winning, no recognition, and most importantly no connection; the reward for work well done is only ever the work itself. You don’t kiss the girl, get the key — you simply get on with turning yourself into nothing as best you can. and julian, who had just been trying to momentarily imagine a world where secrets can be cool and glamorous and for good, meaningful reasons that empower him to help the world rather than shameful and isolating and alienating and like a damocles sword hanging over him and everything he cares about, shoots back with 'well, but what if not that, though? that's the whole point of this game! this is my story not yours, trust me to know it better than you do. (I have more things to teach you too, if you’d just listen. And once he gets shot a little bit, garak does listen.)'
(somewhere beneath all this is almost exactly the same debate they will have explicitly later on -- "Sentiment is the greatest weakness of all"/"If that's true, that's one lesson I never want to learn". Something something the freedom to imagine and play around with different worlds in your head, no matter how cringefail james bond LARP nonsense that world is as long as it brings you hope and joy and new perspectives, kill the part of you that cringes etc. Garak you're allowed to get out of the closet in your head now, Tain is gone, you can imagine different things than what has been and no one will turn it against you. Im… sad)
through most of this episode garak is observing, and when he's not simply bitching about everything from the sidelines (<3), he's tentatively trying to throw in comments to play along, to figure out how the flow goes like he's learning a different language, and he's BAD at it hahaha. he barged in there to put himself in a position to learn something about julian bashir's ~*hidden inner psyche*~, but UH-OH spiritual uno reverse card time he's having to face some shit about his own psyche and the immense barrenness it's been forced to operate under for so long.
The learning between them has of course always been two-way (that’s partially what the whole relationship is built on), but in giving up the more ‘formal’ role — mask — of teacher, garak is also opening up space for realer emotional intimacy, letting one layer of artificiality fall and allowing more realness to shine through. even so he doesn’t let go of control completely until he’s faced with irrefutable (horny) proof that julian’s sentiments and ideals are backed by real conviction — julian knows (possibly better than garak does) what is a game, and what is real, and where he draws the line between frivolous and deeply necessary is different from where garak would and by the end of the ep I think garak trusts julian more, enough to leave the story in julian’s hands without trying to steer or form him even indirectly/sneakily. And to top it all off, the way julian uses his last dramatic speech to signal that he did also listen to what garak told him… augh.
the teacher role, along with the lies (ever his swiss army knife god bless), has helped garak keep a sort of fine-tuned control of the level of emotional intimacy possible between them, stay in control of what narratives are even on the table. and I think finally letting that fade more into the background transforms their relationship in ways that can pay off big time down the line, for all that it leaves things a bit strange and tentative in the meantime. by garak standards he’s being positively transparent in this episode. for the first time he talks about his time in the order without any coy prevarication, he states his hunger for knowing julian better right down to his ~*hidden inner psyche*~ almost pathetically openly (<3<3<3<3). And this is just my headcanon and definitely not what was meant at the time of airing, the unplanned nature of the augment reveal being what it is, but in context of the whole show as it became it feels a lot like garak offering some of his own authenticity to signal that julian could trust him with his. It feels like garak has figured out at least the rough outlines of what julian has uh got going on and tried to make this gambit, having… perhaps underestimated the extent of the defenses julian has internally/psychologically against Being Known, quite aside from the practical real world consequences of his secret getting out. Anyway. Lots in this episode. Many thoughts.
#the our man bashir post that was promised#garashir#star trek#star trek ds9#ds9#elim garak#julian bashir#does this make any sense. perhaps not. but at least it's out of my head lol#ds9 meta#long post
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A Demon’s Ache — Part 15
Eyeless Jack x Reader
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The mission is tonight
He doesn't know how long he has to leave for, which means he doesn't know how long he'll be away from you, which means he's absolutely not looking forward to it
He debates whether or not he should tell you, whether or not that would make it too obvious he’s into you beyond the fuck buddy arrangement you have
But it’s still relatively early in the afternoon when that familiar homesickness settles in the pit of his chest, and he thinks, does it really matter, either way?
There’s no way you don’t know he’s hopelessly in love with you, and sure, there’s still a chance he might scare you off by being too clingy, but he just can’t help it
He’s itching to see you
The only thing he needs to take care of, before he can allow himself the unbridled pleasure of seeing you, is none other than dealing with Jeff
Smiley knows what happened, and he knows the kind of medical attention Jeff will be needing over the next few days, but Jack promised he’d look over him one last time before leaving
Even though he’s just about the last person he wants to see right now
But alas, always a man of his word, Jack makes his way down to the infirmary, encouraged solely by the idea of seeing you afterward
Like you’re his special little treat
The human in question is awake when he checks up on him, which almost surprises Jack
Despite everything, he can't deny how tenacious the guy is
Neither of them speak, but Jeff knows to move from the bed to the table when Jack walks in
He’s so used to being stitched up that the whole thing is basically routine, by this point
Jack checks him over, makes a mental note of what needs to be fixed up, and then he wordlessly gets to work
The silence between them stays unbroken, even as Jack finishes changing the bandages and starts reworking some of the stitches
Jack’s work is by no means sloppy, but Jeff somehow always has a way of always tearing through stitches like it’s nothing
It’s that damn thick skin of his
In and out, he sews Jeff’s open wounds closed
He wonders if the raven-haired killer remembers the brief conversation they had the night BEN brought him in, but despite his curiosity, he doesn't ask
It’s only when the needle digs a tad deeper than it’s meant to that Jeff hisses, finally interrupting the silence
“Watch it,” he growls, and it’s obvious he’s trying to sound tough, but he's very much so weak
Jack sighs
As much as he absolutely despises the bastard sometimes, he knows it’s never a great idea to let grudges fester
Whatever’s going on, they’d probably both benefit by sorting things out
And so, even if he doesn’t want to, he forces himself to speak
“So, what’s the deal,” he starts, his focus never once faltering from his task, “you don’t get the girl you want, so you go out and try to get yourself killed?”
Jeff rasps bitterly
His voice is raw and gravelly, and Jack reminds himself to let Smiley know about Jeff’s fluid intake
“As if...” Jeff coughs, “as if you wouldn’t do the same if you could"
When Jack doesn't answer, knowing he has a fair point, Jeff continues
“I bet you think you’re fucking invincible… just because she chose you… don't you?" he grunts, "Well, you’re not"
Knowing he’s just trying to get a rise out of him, Jack doesn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction
But that only aggravates him further
"I know what (y/n) wants," he claims, "and it’s certainly not what you’re thinking”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking,” Jack’s answer is immediate, his voice low and composed as he sews flesh back together
“Oh, but I fucking do,” Jeff laughs—or, at least, he tries to, but it ends up in another racking cough
Maybe he should administer more sedatives
“You want some bullshit happily-ever-after with her," he continues, ignoring the way Jack’s stabbing the needle deeper into his skin than it should be going, "That’s not fucking happening, she’s not interested”
Jack takes a deep breath, trying to cool down the burning swell of anger in his chest
“You know, all she wants is to get fucked”
It's the last straw
Jack snaps
Without thinking, he grabs Jeff, pulls him up, and slams him back down against the table
The demon savours the dazed pain registering on Jeff’s face
“Listen,” Jack growls as he yanks him back up, not even bothering to conceal the demonic lilt to his voice, and he adores the flash of fear in Jeff’s eyes at the sound of it, “you’re going to stay the fuck away from (y/n). You’re not going to hang out with her unless there are other people around, you’re not going to talk about her—you’re not even going to think about her—you understand?”
Jeff can be—and often is—an asshole; there’s no denying that
Knowing this, Jack knows not to expect too much from him
He knows that some of the things he says, some of the things he does, are just meant to piss people off—just to get a rise out of them
And Jack usually knows to ignore it; letting it get to him just encourages Jeff
But he refuses to ignore it when it comes to you
There’s no way he can let him get away with saying that kind of shit about you—his perfect little (y/n)
When Jack releases his hold on him, letting him drop back down onto the cold, hard metal of the table, he hopes that it registers in Jeff’s stubborn little head not to fuck around when it comes to you
No one can mess with you
And, judging by the way Jeff is quiet for the rest of the time he’s working on him, he can only assume he’s gotten the hint
Sooner rather than later, Jack’s finally done and out of there
He immediately makes a beeline for your room, not even pausing to consider how early it is and the fact that you’re, very likely, probably still sleeping
Guilt twinges in his chest when you answer the door, looking not quite completely awake, but the way you smile at him, all cute and sleepy, almost makes him happy he came so early
“Hey,” he says
“Hey,” you answer
Your voice isn’t warmed up yet, and you sound so peaceful and relaxed
“I just came by to let you know I’m leaving”
You blink, like his words don’t register at first, and he realizes how strange this whole thing must be all of a sudden
He wants to kick himself
Why is he always so weird in front of you like this?
“Leaving?” you repeat, your brows stitching together, “What? Where? Why??”
“I have a mission,” he awkwardly clarifies, “I, uh, I don’t know when I’ll be back, so I guess I just—I guess I just wanted to, like, say goodbye before going”
He rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie, because god damn, the room somehow feels ten times warmer all of a sudden and he’s about to start sweating
“Oh,” you answer, “Alright… How long are you leaving for?”
“I’m, uh, I’m not sure,” he pauses for a second to think, then adds, “I guess I also just wanted to say, like, if any of the guys give you trouble—like Hoodie or Jeff—you can let me know, yeah? I’ll make sure to sort things out”
What he says makes you crack a smile, and he genuinely can’t believe how perfect that smile is
“Don’t worry about me. It’s fine, I’ll be alright. I’ll survive,” you laugh
Oh God, he wants to kiss you so badly again
Just one parting farewell kiss—surely, that’s not too much to ask for, is it?
In a spur-of-the-moment decision, he leans in, and even though he’s still wearing his mask, he’s desperate to feel your lips above his
He gets so, so incredibly close to you, to the point where he can hear the hitch in your breath as you realize what‘s happening
And then, all too quickly, you stiffen, thank him for coming to say goodbye, and next thing he knows, he’s facing the door you just abruptly shut on him
It takes a second to process what just happened
And as soon as the realization hits, he’s filled with shame, humiliation and regret
He wants to dig himself a hole six feet deep and never crawl out
He almost wants to knock again, apologize for overstepping your boundaries, but he just doesn’t have it in him to confront you, and he doesn’t wanna bother you even further
He turns away, like a dog with its tail between its legs, and retreats feeling like one of the most pathetic excuses of a person ever
Maybe it’s a good thing he’s leaving, he thinks
Maybe he’s too comfortable with you, and he needs some distance so that he stops confusing how close the two of you really are
The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to curl up and whither away
Because not only did he really just do that, but then he also acted like a moron for mentioning Jeff and Hoodie—as if he’s a knight in shining armor and you’re a damsel, which you by far aren’t—and he’s leaving you with a bad impression, which is just basically begging for trouble with the other creeps
Jeff and Hoodie might as well just swoop in and take you now that you’re available and turned off from him by now
God, he’s such a fucking idiot
The day can’t pass by soon enough
He hides out in his room, counting down the hours until he can finally leave, until he can finally stop worrying about running into you and humiliating himself again
Eventually, the day does pass, and he ends up in the woods with Toby, the two of them walking on the dirt trail that leads into the city
He doesn’t know what’s going on with the other proxies, but as far as he can tell, it seems like it’ll just be him and Toby to kick things off
They were given very vague instructions about meeting with a driver in a black van, who’s meant to drop them off at a hotel, and once there, they’re meant to do some sort of stakeout until a new set of instructions come in
Jack’s always disliked the whole secrecy surrounding Slender’s plans, but he supposes there must be a reason for it
All par for the course considering The Operator’s reputation
There’s already a car waiting for them as soon as they step out of the forest’s entrance, and as they both climb in, Jack can smell the driver’s fear
There’s a divider between them, and Jack can see who’s at the wheel, but judging by the way their eyes nervously flicker in the mirror without landing on either of them, he can only assume it’s a one-way blacked-out divider
They can see the driver, but the driver can’t see them
“So, where to?” they ask nervously
“Just drive,” Toby answers
The ride is deathly silent the whole way there
Jack looks out the tinted window as the various neighbourhoods pass them by
It helps keep his mind busy, until he inevitably can’t avoid thinking about you, as per usual
He’s an idiot
He almost still can’t believe that happened
You didn’t want to kiss him
When is it going to sink into his thick, stubborn head that you’re not into him like that?
Every time he gets close to you, he fucks something up, driving you away, and it’s a repeating cycle of trying to win your favour back
When is he going to learn?
He’s distracted the whole drive to the hotel, which he supposes is both a blessing and a curse, because the ride feels like it’s at least two hours long
Slender could’ve at least given them a warning
When they finally get to their destination, him and Toby step out into the darkness of the night, and the driver rolls away behind them
They’re left in front of a shabby-looking building on a street that’s basically abandoned
There’s no one at the front desk when they walk in, but there’s a single key with a room number on it waiting for them
Toby grabs it, cracking his neck as he does
“O-one fucking room? You—you shitting me? H-how—how fucking, how fucking long are we gonna have to—have to room together? What is this—this crap?”
Jack doesn’t say anything
He lets Toby lead the way down the dingy halls, which are completely devoid of any human presence
The wallpapers are yellowed and peeling, and every step they take releases a musty odour into the stale air
There are only two floors, and their room is on the second one, with a single dusty window looking out into the desolate street below
The two drop their bags onto the beds, which there are, thankfully, two of
“J-jesus FUCK—thank god!” Toby exclaims, clothes spilling from his bag as he throws it over, “I got-got worried we’d have to share a bed or something”
He jumps onto the bed he’s claimed as his, the mattress squeaking in protest, looking entirely uncomfortable—but the way he lies down and rests his hands behind his head, you’d think it was the most comfortable thing ever
“N-no offence, dude, I’m just—I’m just not into you like that,” he adds, and there’s a wide grin on his face as he ticks his head to the side
“…None taken,” Jack answers dryly
He finishes unpacking his basic necessities, then walks up to the window to look outside at the night sky
He wonders if you’re back at the mansion, also looking at the same stars, and he feels that sad numbness blossom in his chest once more
It’s going to be one long mission, he thinks
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Pedro Boys - "Zombie Apocalypse Team"
this might be my favourite one yet... keep reading for headcanons!
related posts:
Pedro Boys "During a Fire Emergency"
Pedro Boys "Nice Argument. Unfortunately,"
Pedro Boys "Don't Fuck This Up"
Pedro Boys "Dad(dy) Matrix"
Pedro Boys & Stabbing
Pedro Boys "Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic"
Pedro Boys "Feral/Sad/Angelic"
Pedro Boys Respond to "I love you."
Pedro Boys "Character Tropes"
Pedro Boys "Gay/Depressed/Horny on Main"
Pedro Boys "Dad/THOT/Bastard"
Pedro Boys "bring some Coke to the party"
Pedro Boys "I Want a Baby"
Pedro Boys "As Babysitters"
Pedro Boys "As McDonald's Dads"
Pedro Boys "in a horror movie"
Pedro Boys "Cinnamon Rolls"
Pedro Boys "5 Kids, 3 Chairs"
Pedro Boys "Playing Monopoly"
Headcanons under the cut!
Leader - Dave York. Simply put, Dave wouldn’t allow anyone else to be in charge of him, regardless if they’d be better suited for it. Some of the others follow him out of fear, others simply because they'd just prefer not to be in charge.
Brawler - Joel Miller. The muscle. Not so great with his words, much better with his fists.
Weapons Expert - Din Djarin. A bonafide space cowboy, this man has it all. Blasters, rifles, flamethrower, jet pack. Evaporating infected before they even see him coming.
Brains - Marcus Moreno. Truly the Team Leader, but he lets Dave hold the title. He has the mutual respect of everyone, is level headed and the glue that holds the whole group together. He advises Dave, but in a way that makes Dave think they’re his own ideas. Marcus doesn't need to take any credit, he just wants everyone to be safe.
Medic - Frankie "Catfish" Morales. He’s no doctor, but he's had enough basic field medical training in his military days to at least be able to patch everyone up better than anyone else on the team. He’d prefer to be the Vehicle Expert but sadly, modes of transportation in the apocalypse are hard to come by.
Moral Support - Marcus Pike. Always looking at the bright side of the apocalypse. He likes to joke “when life hands you cordyceps, make mushroom tetrazzini”.
Scientist - Ezra. Not exactly Einstein, but he knows what berries and plants are safe and which to avoid during long treks through the wilderness. He’s proven himself useful more so than not. Mostly he keeps Dieter from accidentally un-aliving himself.
Risk taker - Max Phillips. Loud and outspoken, Max's mouth is always getting the group into trouble. Good luck to any infected that tries to turn him though, his ego is so big its like a thick candy shell around the vulnerable parts of his brain.
Stealthy - Oberyn Martell. Forget sniping infected from 100 yards away, this man simply sneaks up behind them and with some flourishing footwork they're on the ground with any sharp object he could get his hands on slicing through the flesh of their throat. He's also stealthy in the way he manages to slip into the others' sleeping bags without them evening realizing at the time that they want him to, but that's a headcanon for another post...
Dumbass - Dieter Bravo. It's not that he wants to die, it's just that he seems to occasionally forget that he can't just eat the fungus as if it came in a Ziplock bag that he use to pay 40 bucks a pop for.
Badass - Javier Peña. This man just continuously takes down infected as if they might actually come to an end. He knows that as quickly as he takes down one colony, four more spring up, but he's stubborn and refuses to stop trying, regardless of how tired he is of it all.
Mascot - Javi Gutierrez. He is babygirl. To be protected at all costs.
Distraction - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels. A real root-tootin, gun-blazin cowboy. Jack never needs to be asked twice to go put on a spectacle in the middle of an open field, gathering all the attention so the rest of the group can flank all sides under brush cover. He seems to have nine lives too, narrowly escaping death more times than any other. And he can handle his own. He argued for the spot of Weapons Expert but ultimately was swayed when he realized being the distraction actually meant being the center of attention.
Stereotype - Pero Tovar. One look at this man screams "if anyone was going to survive a zombie apocalypse, it's him"
Sacrifice - Dio. Look, it was his idea. The weird part was that nobody even asked him to.
First Dead - Eddie. It's just facts. In a long line of Pedro Boys deaths, someone had to be first.
Reply or reblog with your own headcanons, I'd love to hear them :)
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal characters#joel miller#dave york#dieter bravo#din djarin#max phillips#agent whiskey#javier peña#javi gutierrez#ezra prospect#oberyn martell#marcus moreno#marcus pike#frankie morales#the last of us#the mandalorian#pedro boys
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Why the tale of Koschie (Koschie the Deathless) doea not support the three brothers and three sisters trope of what a lot of people are hoping for.
Koschie the Deathless comes from Slavic mythology, often known as Koschie the the Immortal. There are many tales of how Koschie is immortal and where his power comes from but what SJM pulls from his story that was inspired by Andrew Lang's ‘ The Red Fairy Book’ and Alexander Afanasyev's ‘ Russian Fairy Tales’ that both tell the story of Koschei the Deathless that circles around the life and love of Prince Ivan Tsarevitch. Following the death of his parents, Ivan saw his three sisters wed to three powerful kings or wizards that take on the form of birds of prey. Raven (darkness), Eagle (fire), and a Hawk (wind). Within a year, Ivan became lonely and even envious of his sisters for finding love while he remained alone. Soon, Ivan ventured off to find his sisters coming across Marya Morvena, a woman warrior, as they wed along their journey.
Soon after, Marya says that she is going off to war and warns Ivan not to open the door to the castle dungeon (or closet) in the castle they reside in while she is away. Overcome by the desire to know, he opens the door soon after her departure to find Koschie emaciated and chained. Koschie soon asks Ivan for some water, which Ivan does. After drinking twelve buckets of water, his magic returned to him, breaking free of his chains and disappearing. After Koschie disappeared, he soon found out that he had captured Marya and pursued him. When Ivan finally reached Koschie, he warns the man to let him go, but Ivan refuses, thus causing Koschie to kill him. Tossing parts of his body into barrels into the sea where his sister's husbands revived him. They tell Ivan that Ksochie has a magical horse and that he should go to Baba Yaga for one as well.
After surpassing and surviving her tests, Ivan gets a magical horse as well and kills Koschie. Burning his body and saving Marya.
But how does SJM tie this into Acotar? We know that throughout her books, the number 3 has been incredibly symbolic and representative in her series. Though for acotar, we have three sisters and three kings or in some stories, wizards: Highlord of Night, Heir of Day, and Prince of Bastards. Though in other variations of the myth, they turn into night, day, and wind. We have Rhysand, who is basically the personification of Night, Lucien, who is heir of the Day court, and Cassian as Illyrians are said to be created by the wind. And each of these males is mated to the three sisters. But who represents Ivan? Azriel. In the tale of Ivan, it tells of him not only being lonesome but also envious of something his sisters have: love.
Azriel is already on his journey of envy and loneliness that we've seen in his bonus chapter, but instead of going forth, he runs away finding Gwyn. In many variations of the tale, they tell of Marya as a warrior or a warrior princess at times, which leads to Gwyn. Not only is Gwyn a warrior - a valkyrie on top of that, but she could also be related to Beron as well. It was said that her grandmother was a water nymph who would seduce high fae males in the Autumn Court. It could've very well have been the start of his deep hatred for lesser fae as he was seduced by one and why her mother could not be contained in the Forest House. This theory supports Gwynriel and what is to come, but it also supports Elucien too. On different days, Ivan and his sisters were approached by birds of prey.
To support Elucien: Days follow days, hours chase hours; a whole year goes by. One day, Prince Ivan and his two sisters went out to stroll in the garden green. Again, there arose a storm cloud, with whirlwind and lightning. 'Let us go home, sisters!' cries the Prince. Scarcely had they entered the palace when the thunder crashed, the roof burst into a blaze, the ceiling split in twain, and in flew an eagle. The Eagle smote upon the ground and became a brave youth. 'Hail, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer!' And he asked for the hand of the Princess Olga. Prince Ivan replied: 'If you find favor in the eyes of the Princess Olga, then let her marry you. I will not interfere with her liberty of choice.' Princess Olga gave her consent and married the Eagle. The Eagle took her and carried her off to his own kingdom.
As stated before in other variations of the story, the wizards represent the following: darkness, fire, and wind. In the section that was provided before, an eagle came to the three siblings in the garden as the roof burst into a blaze, and as the bird smote onto the ground, it became a brave youth We've known that Lucien is clever and witty, but he is also brave. He broke through the spell that Hybern had casted upon everyone to reach Elain, he was the first to acknowledge what she did when it came to defeating Hybern, did not doubt her vision when it came to Vassa and went searching for her where he also returned with the one person she adored the most: her father and an army of ships. If Lucien does take the title as Highlord of Day, his beast form would be part eagle.
To support Nessian: Hardly had they got into the palace, when the thunder pealed, the ceiling split open, and into the room where they were came flying a falcon bright. The Falcon smote upon the ground became a brave youth and said: 'Hail, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer! I wish to propose for your sister, Princess Marya.' 'If you find favor in the eyes of my sister, I will not interfere with her wishes. Let her marry you in God's name!' The Princess Marya gave her consent; the Falcon married her and bore her away into his own realm.
To support Feysand: They returned home, but they hadn't had time to sit down when the thunder crashed, the ceiling split open, and in flew a raven. The Raven smote upon the floor and became a brave youth. The former youths had been handsome, but this one was handsomer still. 'Well, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I have come as a wooer! Give me the Princess Anna to wife.'
'I won't interfere with my sister's freedom. If you gain her affections, let her marry you.' So the Princess Anna married the Raven, and he bore her away into his own realm.
Princess Marya represents Nesta as she is the oldest of the three sisters, Princess Olga representing Elain as the middle sister, and Princess Anna representing Feyre as the youngest of the sisters to be wed.
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hiiiiiii if possible can i please also request a 🐚 with formula one? i am a (suffering) woman in stem (biomedical engineering) and although i can be introverted in situations w big groups i love spending time with my friends & making them laugh. i have no gender preference and i cannot wait to see what you come up with <33333
oookay lisa, it is high time i told you about this random ship/association that has been living rentfree in my mind for a while now... i can't keep quiet any longer, and i will wax poetic about you two, because clearly your one true f1 match is lewis hamilton.
okay first of all let me get the obvious out of the way: this man is absolutely gorgeous and oh so lovely oh my god. out of all the drivers on the grid he is the one i would be RACING to introduce to my parents. my mom would never ever reprimand me for anything again if i brought a guy like lewis home.
lewis is such an attentive guy, so he would most definitely try to keep up with your studies/work the same way you do his. it's only fair, and besides, he loves it when you nerd out about engineering; the way your eyes twinkle and you trail off because you get a little self-conscious. he thinks it's the most adorable thing ever, because guess what! he is a little bit of a nerd too!
also he loves asking you for input from an engineering perspective, which you've told him time and time again that you're in biomedical, you have NO idea how his car's aerodynamism or mechanic stress work, but he still values your expertise which is, obviously, the highest of praise coming from someone who is basically The Expert himself in his domain.
and you may act humble and like the mercedes engineers' jobs are way out of your league, but you do know your stuff about thermodynamics and fuel chemistry and composite materials, and lewis is blown away every time by your off-handed commentary, as if your observations were self-evident truths. certainly to you they are, the same way he's got an almost carnal understanding of his car's behavior on the track, and that's why you make such a fierce team. you're the theory, he's the practice <3
that's probably how you would meet by the way. and they were coworkers... oh my god they were coworkers... WAIT NO what if you were lewis' RACE ENGINEER ok ok i'm backtracking!!! you DO know your racing stuff actually. ohhhh good shit
because you know lewis is a cocky bastard (honorary, he's earned it) and when he's still high off the adrenaline of the race, perhaps when he's just scored a podium, he relentlessly flirts with you over radio. tells you he never could've done without you, right, sweetheart?, in that suave voice of his. on LIVE TELEVISION??
oh the twitter girlies are eating that up. and you are fumbling over your words, trying to congratulate him in a way that doesn't give away how putty in his hands you are.
but you're the one he runs to as soon as he's off the podium and free from the clutches of journalists and cameras, without fail.
planet F1 practically implodes after saudi arabia 2021, not only from the actual race which is already a good enough reason to go crazy tbh but also because lewis hamilton, breathless after racing past the checkered flag, seemingly asks you out point blank.
"congrats, lewis! you did it! that's first in the world again!" "... i believe this means i've won my bet, and i can finally take you out?"
we won't talk about the grand prix that followed, lol. he may have lost the world championship but at least he won the girl of his dreams, or something <3
you guys are so silly together it's actually disrespectful to the whole paddock. like there are people working here, loves. doing their 9 to 5. stop giggling and taking the piss at toto wolff in hushed whispers like school children!!
but you won't, and though they may not say it... all the other drivers love you two together <3 less so when knowing you are watching seemingly gives lewis wings during shootouts, however...
#— celebration; 1.5k!#— ask.#₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ lisa#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#lewis hamilton x reader
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Awful Characters Round 3 (8/8)
Propaganda under the cut!
MAKIMA
The number of times I've seen people call others 'groomer apologists' or questioning if they actually like Makima for 'proper reasons' and aren't just sexualizing her are astronomical. She's truly a diabolical and fascinating antagonist. And yeah she's hot too. Who gives a shit if I like her character And her unsettling cryptic mommy energy? I have eyes. I have needs. I have love for Makima and I am not ashamed to say it.
ZHOU ZISHU
He's got that "villain of another story" swag, he's dating a fellow villain, and their clown shenanigans and body count have captivated me. That said, he's done some shit, though which of his crimes are The Worst is something me and the ppl-who'd-call-you-bad-person-for-liking-him disagree on.
I personally think that creating an above-the-law organization that does assassination and spying for the government is objectively the worst, like if this was real world this would impact generations of people, and this setup just asks for abuse of power - basically, this is 100 times worse than any harm he's ever done to individual people. But thankfully he's fictional and thats why I can be like 'secret police assassin man hot' without a problem.
(cw rape, sexual slavery, drugging for the next paragraph) The twitter-brained population however likes to forgo this in favor of focusing on that one time he kidnapped a teenager, drugged him, and sold him into sexual slavery - all to implicate a political opponent (who was the one buying teenage sex slaves, tbc). Which I mean for sure is bad but like, this harmed several individuals, not created an instrument of oppression that would harm countless people for years to come. And if you are rolling with the second thing because hes fictional, why do you draw the line on the other, objectively less impactful atrocity?..
He also has other crimes like war crimes (organized public execution of foreign diplomats during war time), and that time he murdered a 4yo kid he previously not only knew but like looked after and played with, along with her whole family, which got slightly less oomph compared to previous two but I'm adding them for completion's sake.
As for ppl calling u bad person for liking the character: so this novel has gotten a live-action series adaptation a couple years ago, which heavily edited the worst of Zhou Zishu's crimes (and also replaced his whole personality, and made him be somehow both less of an asshole AND more awful to his bf). And then some people went to read the novel(s) and found out about The Crimes and u can imagine how it went. Someone tried to make a whole hashtag #NotMyAXu (A-Xu is his nickname) about how they rejected the novel version! So yeah this is one of the reasons for a schism between novel fans and show fans in this fandom. They cant handle our awful fictional bastard.
#awful characters tournament#tournament poll#awful characters round 3#chainsaw man#csm#makima#faraway wanderers#tian ya ke#tyk#priest novels#zhou zishu
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Rebels Rewatch: "Legends of the Lasat"
Kevin Kiner please take all my money forever.
Right, attempt two at this. Seriously Tumblr what is the point of having an auto-save feature for posts if it doesn't actually save a decent previous version of the post?
Also WHY THE HELL DID CNTRL+Z DELETE BASICALLY THE WHOLE DAMN POST?!
Anyway.
I'm glad we got to visit this moon space base location again, I think it's such an interesting design.
Another tightly-written opening dialogue exposition scene here, in a few short sentences we learn what they Spectres are here for and why, and that the mission is urgent.
Lol Ezra being evasive about Hondo being his contact. I do wonder how exactly Hondo got that transmitter to Ezra. Did they reconnect sometime offscreen? Did Ezra swipe it during "Brothers of the Broken Horn"? Did Hondo surreptitiously leave it in Ezra's pocket?
However it happened, it's adorable that this once-ruthless bloodthirsty greedy pirate basically decided, "I MUST BEFRIEND THE BABY JEDI, HE'S MY FRIEND NOW I CLAIM HIM."
The camerawork in this scene is phenomenal. This first shot that tracks the Spectres and then dollies just around the corner, as if we are also peeking around it with the characters? This fast almost 270 rotating pan across the Spectres as they make short work of the troopers? Stellar.
(You can also tell they had budget to spare for this episode because the Imperial officer has a face. Lol.)
Love it when they let Ezra be casually awesome.
Hera sounds so aggrieved that Hondo is Ezra's contact lol.
And here we get the reveal, Zeb was captain of the High Honor Guard of Lasan. A bit later in the episode we learn this consists of being a bodyguard protector of the royal family specifically and all citizens of Lasan in general. Sooooo yeah, quite a bit of heavy personal guilt for Zeb here, feeling like he, specifically, personally, failed his entire world. Ouch.
"Hondo could use a little help." <3
Zeb's expressions this scene are painful. :(
Hondo being so dang fond of Ezra aww.
Though not so fond that he doesn't immediately screw everyone over, greedy bastard.
I saw Zeb rolling his eyes there, animators.
So Zeb's interactions with Chava and Grond are very much a Spiritualist vs Skeptic plot, with the expected tragic personal reason for the skeptic's doubt and disbelief. It's also heavily implied that the loss of Lasan, that trauma, made Zeb regress in maturity, made him snippier and more petulant and churlish. As Ezra says later Zeb does act "like a child", so perhaps his being cast as the Child archetype in the Prophecy of the Three was not so off base lol.
Ezra has such cute smiles this episode. <3
LOL Hondo's chipper little "Hello!" at the Stormtroopers.
"Well. This must look... incriminating." This man is a delight in every scene.
I mentioned the camerawork right? This is another nice shot here, this pan down from the cockpit to the nose gun turret to meet Zeb.
Subtle animation appreciation moment: The smoke coming from the chimney top of the station.
...Is this Stormtrooper also voiced by David Oyelowo?
Ezra immediately noticing Zeb's scoffing like the empath he is. <3
Love love love seeing the unique cultural way that Lasat interact with the Force, the "Ashla" as they call it, mixed ritual and magitek, prophecies that revolve around certain narrative archetypes and symbolic figures. It's just so cool.
I haven't been talking much about the music yet (oh but believe me we will have much to say on that) but this cue here starts easing just slightly into the mysticism of the Lasat ritual. It's almost Stravinsky-esque in nature, carefully stepping flutes and clarinets, discordant strings. We incorporate just a very soft snippet of the Force theme.
Zeb auto-assuming Ezra is the child.
Lol Hondo putting his arm around that one Stormtrooper's shoulder.
He's so cute asjkhfkajsh. Look at him. He's all like, "Please Dad, can I chant with the weird purple people too?"
HE LOOKS SO FOND AND PROUD AWW.
The score takes a bit of an exotic turn, a mellow arabic flute and possibly a sitar adding to the texture of the melody.
The lighting in this scene egads.
I love this scene I love it so much. Ezra acting as counselor, with his mere presence and curiosity getting Zeb to open up about his past and fears and insecurities. There's so much hurt in Zeb's slumped posture, guilt and grief compete for space in his voice, and I don't think we see him this distraught again until after Kanan's death.
But with Ezra's encouragement, he pulls himself together.
Once again showing off the cool magitek with Chava's staff and Zeb's bo-rifle here and I just love the concept, I love the whole aesthetic of hearing whispers of destiny through the Ashla and then channeling the energy of the universe through arcane, almost magical technology to navigate the stars, like some kind of arcane mariners. And we all thought the bo-rifle was just some kind of standard ordinary weapon, SURPRISE, it's also an ancient Force-magic navicomputer.
And oh wow the parallels with the purrgil next episode and the Chiss sky-walkers in the Thrawn novels.
This is soooooo pretty. The animation here is gorgeous.
After the commercial cut we're in hyperspace and the Ghost is making an almost blind jump out into Wild Space. Hera doesn't seem terribly worried. (Behind the scenes material says she apparently does this all the time.) But the ship's safety protocols flip out when they sense the imploded star cluster and Hera quickly drops them into realspace and one of the most gorgeous moments of the series.
HNNNNNNGHGHHHHH.
This whole sequence is stunning. Some of the best animation of the show, accompanied by one of the best tracks in the score, the star cluster looking like a watercolor spectacle.
And the Stravinsky influenced instrumentation brings the strings front and center; a haunting choir whispers in the background.
Kanan putting one hand on the back of Hera's chair and the other on her shoulder, aww.
Just tell me you wouldn't want this as a wall painting. <3
Chava gives some inspiring words about not pidegonholing oneself into a single role in their prophecy and this motivates Zeb to find a well of inner courage and open himself up to the will of the Ashla.
What I wouldn't give for more on ancient Lasan tech, how their ships must have been designed to integrate with the bo-rifle staffs. It functions as pilot and navigator and also apparently encases the Ghost with a protective shield that keeps it from being crushed by the gravity.
Let that sink in a moment, the staff, when channeling the Force, can literally bend gravity around the ship.
AND AS "JOURNEY INTO THE STAR CLUSTER" WRAPS US IN A VIOLIN SOLO THAT EVOKES MYSTERY AND MYSTICISM KANAN AND EZRA SENSE THEIR HELP IS NEEDED AND CALMLY PLACE HANDS ON ZEB, LIKE THE LAYING OF HANDS DURING CORPORATE PRAYER, AND CHANNEL THE FORCE THROUGH THEM INTO ZEB, WHO LETS IT FLOW THROUGH HIM THROUGH THE RIFLE TO GIVE HIM THE CLARITY OF VISION TO SEE THE WAY THROUGH.
Subtle animation appreciation moment: The sparks that pop from a wall panel on the cruiser as Kallus attempts to have it follow the Ghost.
THE CHOIR COMES IN FULL BLAST.
AND ZEB CLOSES HIS EYES IN FAITH AS THE LIGHT TURNS BLINDING.
Whew! And what a rush! The absolute quiet in the score right afterwards gives us a moment to inhale and catch our breath.
Chopper of course chooses to be a pest, releasing the tension.
Lira San being the ancient lost homeworld of the Lasat fits right in with the whole arcane vibe of their culture, like they were connected to a place and people that time forgot.
And tada, we leave with a character arc complete, a new hyperspace route plotted and everything bathed in an aura of serenity.
This episode is one of the best of Season Two, if not the whole series. Everything comes together beautifully in the third act and the story has a feel of both spiritual transformation and wonder. I've already gushed about how interesting and unique the Lasat culture is, how it's presented as a mix of mysticism and technology, with prophecies and wise women, royal families and warriors, and navigators that explored the stars, guided by the Ashla.
Zeb gets more character growth in one episode than some characters get in a season, and he's largely "finished" after this, his issues with his past resolved. (Which isn't to say I wouldn't have loved more character focus on him, just that this is so phenomenal.) His heart-to-heart with Ezra is touching and illustrates just how close they've grown.
And did I mention this episode was pretty? This episode is super pretty and the music is straight fire.
10/10 no complaints. Would give Kiner my money again.
#star wars#star wars rebels#rebels rewatch#liveblog#i was exhausted all day and did not have the spoons to complete this one until later sorry#music#soundtracks#meta rambling
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dead poets and pets headcanons! their childhood/family pets, favourite animals, and what pets i think they would actually 'end up' with
neil perry
have you seen thomas perry? have you heard him speak?
neil did not have a childhood pet.
i think he really wanted a dog as a kid, but after a while of his father refusing, he would resort to asking for a fish or a hamster.
his father's answer did not change
absolutely adores the welton dog and always tries to sneak him treats and headpats and hugs and kisses and-
he's just full of love yk
he also seems like a fan of rodents? like guinea pig, hamsters and such,,
he absolutely gets a dog after welton [more in todd's section]
todd anderson
the andersons bought jeffrey a cat for his fourteenth birthday
it's a korat, his name is benjamin and he's a huge jerk
-to everyone but todd. so it's more of todd's cat than anyone else's.
todd loves cats overall, he enjoys how they just are, and finds their presence calming. once he moves out he takes benjamin with him and literally no one tries to fight him on this.
also i think later in life he and neil would get a therapy dog to help todd deal with his anxiety, and neil with his trauma/depression. every once in a while one of the poets might feel down too, and todd's more than happy to let them 'borrow' the dog
i feel like he would find arachnids fun, but his parents find them gross, and neil's is afrad of them, so he wouldn't ever have one
knox overstreet
idk why, but overstreets just feel like a crusty white dog named coco family. also his younger sisters have a rabbit!
also i think him and charlie both used to do horseback riding as kids, as some sort of summer extracurricular?? anyways, yes, his family bought him a horse,, which is a totally standard thing to buy your child.
he's not all that into horseback riding anymore and would let his siblings have the horse
knox definitely loves dogs, and would have a golden retriver methinks
just has that vibe
charlie dalton
his family have a bengal cat which he loves. he manhandles the shit out of that bastard and the cat doesn't really mind. the cat's name is orion, but really? it's Bastard.
also his family owns horses and there's at least one that charlie dumbass-proofed (basically got it used to tolerating him as he does increasingly dangerous things around it) (idk if that's actually possible, i don't know anything about horses other than they look kinda cool) (idk why but the visual of charlie riding a horse like a skateboard cannot escape my mind i simply had to share).
definitely a dog person,
though he doesn't strike me as a guy that would actually have a dog? at least just on his own, he could have one with someone (a bf maybe? a bf named steven meeks even?,)
he loves dogs, but having a whole creature depending solely on him is not a good idea.
gerard pitts
dog person. obviously
he just seems like a guy that would enjoy going on long runs it's bc he's tall with long legs and what can make a run better? a dog
he had a childhood dog that was already pretty old when he was born..
anyways! they got a him a german shorthair to celebrate him graduating middle school totally not bc he was heartbroken
he probably wouldn't try and relocate the dog once he moves out just to not stress him out
he might get a turtle though, he looks like a turtle guy
steven meeks
meeks' family has a miniature poodle. she's very well trained and steven deff treats her very politely. like-
'hello, would you like a treat, ma'am? of course, just do a spin first please?,, there you go, thank you :)' <- no babytalk or anything like that,
he seems like a guy who just talks to animals like they're human all the time overall, but he's extra polite to her
he feels like a,, calm dog person. like he enjoys their energy and likes having an excitible furry friend, but doesn't run around them or like match their general chaoticness
also i feel he might get a gecko <3 just a lil' guy to sit on his shoulder while he studies/works <3
richard cameron
my lifelong hc for cameron's family is that he has some grandparents and cousins living on a farm, that he spends half of every summer with, doing typical farm things,, like caring for farm animals,, like cows,,
and with that comes 'cow person' cameron headcanon
he has his favourite in the herd for sure that he's just best friends with :)
she has huge eyes and she listens to him rant, she's the best
obviously one cannot simply own a cow as a pet, and since they're his favs he would probably opt out to not have any pets.
scratch that i just thought about him having a chicken as a pet and am endlessly amused by it. he has a pet chicken
#dead poets society#dead poets fandom#dead poets headcanons#neil perry#todd anderson#knox overstreet#charlie dalton#steven meeks#richard cameron#anderperry#neil x todd#meeks x charlie#dalmeeks#starlie#hellton boys#i2maz
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A refinement of my thoughts on a second Aemond 5+1 series:
So as much as I want to write Daemon's bastard daughter Daenys killing Aemond, I'm going to bump those two ideas from the series. They may get written as separate one-shots, but I want to keep the series as a whole consistent and not have a random OC showing up and then disappearing.
Also I kind of want to try and do each chapter across the series in a different POV.
1. Aemond's eye gets infected after Driftmark and he dies. 'Mournful song' I think this would be a one-shot from Alicent's POV. Which on the one hand I find very intimidating - because it would have to be centered around her worry and her gradual mix of denial and panic, where she is almost lying to herself.
2. Training accident with Ser Crispy (morningstars are dangerous) Title TBD. Or it might just be 'Morning(star).' I think this would be a two shot - with Ser Crispy and Aegon each narrating their very different accounts what would basically be the same events. I also think Alicent's POV would be great here, but I want her POV for the first story and I think Aegon could be very interesting as well.
3. Daemon pulls a Laertes during sparing practice. Title TBD. This would also probably be a two shot. Daemon and Rhaenyra would be the two POV characters, and this would Daemon in all his wrathful bastardly glory. He's going to be in love with Rhaenyra. But he's not going to be a good person.
4. Rhaenys uses blood magic to make Aemond kill himself [she's less theatrical than Daemon though] so Rhaena can have Vhagar 'Stolen (back)' This would be a one shot with Rhaenys as the POV character. And I think poor Vhagar may end up being rather instrumental in it all (in more ways than as just motivation), but that's by no means set in stone.
5. The Blacks show up after they find out what's happened to Luke and make what Dany did to KL look like a light breeze. 'Ashen wings.' This would probably be four chapters, and I want to model them after the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Baela as the Conquorer, Jace as War, [TBD as Famine], and Rhaena as Death. Jace is the most wrathful one, Baela vengeful but not quite as much as Jace, and Rhaena with a more detached perspective because she would be almost an outside POV as she wouldn't be in the actual attack on KL (at least at first). Also I want to get the line 'The best defense is a good offence' from Daemon in some form at some point.
So for Famine - Joffrey feels too young. I'm almost tempted to have Corlys be Famine given House Velaryon's control over trade in the Dragonstone/Driftmark/King's Landing area. Also Rhaena could be Famine and then I would have Helaena as Death. But I'm slightly terrified to try and write Helaena's POV.
+1. Aemond hates Aegon's guts for the pig incident and runs off to the Free Cities instead of doing his part for Team Green. 'The tree remembers.' This would be a one shot from Aemond's POV. Helaena is very an important character here. This one may end up being an au where Aegon didn't show up to his own wedding so Aemond married Helaena in his place - if so she and their kids are coming with Aemond.
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Ideas that are being relegated to independent one shots:
Aemond sides with Rhaenyra out of pure spite cause he hates Aegon's guts. This would be kind of cracky.
One of Daemon's less savory 'friends' gets Aemond while he is searching for Aegon. This would be an aftermath fic where the Blacks are on Dragonstone having been presented with the sapphire and are trying to figure out what to do.
OC [Daemon's bastard] kills him over Storm's End. 'A fell voice in the air.' We never got to see how scary Daenys could be in Four Dragons. This would probably be looking at three chapters - Daenys, Aemond, Daemon?. Also Storm's End is likely to be harmed in the making of this fic.
Daemon [+/- OC?] flies around burning stuff and gets the drop on Aemond. 'Hunter (Hunted)' The other candidate for the line 'the best defense is a good offense.'
Any thoughts?
#hotd fic#hotd fic ideas#my fic ideas#do people like these posts of me working out my thoughts for fic?#also I really need to get back to the Valyrian culture fic for second conquest#too many fics and too little time
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Hiiii I'm resending this ask just in case it got lost--do you have any thoughts on why Manfred only calls Miles by his last name (as least from what I can remember)? It's something that stuck out as odd to me when I was playing Turnabout Reminiscence for the first time considering that's basically his adoptive son but as Tumblr's #1 Manfred Enjoyer I'm curious if you have any additional insights. Loved your Manfred video essay btw and I am very much looking forward to the Franziska one too <3
couple schools of thought here
sad edgy take: purposefully othering him and reminding him (and everyone around him) he is not truly a von karma
uplifting take: miles is, in all likelihood, the last edgeworth and he does it to honour the family name, to draw attention to its resilience, or out of (performative) reverence for gregory
neutral take: manfred himself has some level of discomfort with the whole situation and views miles as both an opportunity and a burden. to address him informally doesn't feel quite right, but to invoke his last name feels like salt in the wound. however, that is a wound he must bear, and so he does.
i honestly lean toward the latter two, surprise surprise. they're in line with anime!Manfred which imo is the best written version of him. in the anime, manfred von karma admits to himself that he feels guilty for orphaning miles--NOT, crucially, for killing gregory, but for the fact that miles wound up collateral damage in DL-6. for a while, this version of manfred questions if the reason he adopted miles had something to do with that guilt.
anime!manfred also performatively talks about gregory with an air of great respect. this is 100% ingenuine, obviously, but it tells us that manfred is the type to pretend like gregory was someone he considered great and peerless.
personally i think calling miles "edgeworth" is something that manfred does without examining it himself. i do not think he made a conscious decision to do that. i think it's just what he feels comfortable with and he has not examined that comfort or lack thereof. i guess if i wanted to headcanon about it and examine that myself itd be like... "miles" feels wrong because it makes him feel too much like he's fathering the boy. and manfred would not delude himself, thinking that. edgeworth stings, though. reminds him of gregory in a completely different direction. both options feel wrong.
but, like i said, a lot of his opinions re: miles are "i got myself into this mess, and i will see it to its end." i will forever be thinking about this line:
so i think the subconscious process is like
i should call him edgeworth -> fuck that name tho i hate that dead bastard -> yeah and who's fault is it that you have to raise his son now? -> goddamnit my life is a nightmare -> "edgeworth come to dinner your sister is clawing at the table like a wild beast."
i think manfred von karma contains a nonzero amount of self-awareness, but it is a fickle thing. he's not sitting down with these thoughts. that's what i'm here for.
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Prompt Fics
A/N - Just to make it make more sense as to what this is. This is something I've seen other people do however I don't know the name of the whole thing as a subject. Though it is basically I make prompts which you guys can pick up to 3 and I'll have to include them in a fic of the character of your choosing and it'll fit the theme of the prompts. Are we on the same board? Okay!<3
"We aren't made for one another, it is clearer beyond belief."
"Sometimes, words can't describe you and I."
"Put your hand in mine and I'll show you just how much you matter to me."
"What is life without a goal but a pointless reason to live?"
"Honestly, last night was the most..thrilling experience i've had."
"The moon shields our forbidden act, so we shall take cover by it's beauty tonight."
"I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you were truly a natural earlier, though of course, you are also a natural at pleasing me.."
"Life is short, my sweet, which means there so much to experience before it ends."
"The only reason to hold on is alcohol, yet I hold on for you, it's stupid."
"My love, I promise, we will meet again, under better circumstances, please be safe."
"You should watch your tongue, i'm quite good at making pets obey me."
"Never let them know your next move, ey~"
"This is your end, thief, now face the consequences or my blade through your throat."
"I'd never settled myself for someone to get down and dirty with just anyone, yet here I am with a nobody, good for you that you're handsome."
"None can ever take you from me, you belong to me, you better know that."
"You never think before acting do you, pup? Oh, no need to be a sour pup, be good."
"I know, I know, my love, it'll be fine, it's gonna be okay."
"Oh god! So much fucking blood! What happened here? A bath bomb gone wrong!?"
"I hate this, couldn't we just have stayed home and eaten shit food instead of going outside?"
"Hey, I got a date idea, let's take you to therapy!"
"You know, I've never felt loved before however, you made it..possible, thank you."
"Yeah, no, we are not fucking in there, now if you want to fuck, we are going back home you horny bastard."
"This tastes like ass, did you put mouldy fucking salt in this or some bullshit like that?"
"Listen, I love you, but I am not having a chi- oh? maybe i will."
"Marriage is fucking stupid, I believe in branding your lover to show people that you love them!"
".. I hate socializing, can't we drink at home instead of going to the bar?"
"You look as pretty as the first day I saw you, every day you remind me how much you mean to me."
"Calm down, we will fix this, you haven't done anything wrong."
"Who hurt you? WHO HURT YOU!? I'll make them fucking pay, none hurts you, my darling."
"Why did you talk to him? What did he say? You know you shouldn't talk to others, why did you do it? Do you not love me anymore?!"
"You sing beautifully, my love, I could listen to you forever."
"..Did you just slap my ass and call me 'my pretty princess'? What the fuck."
"Test my patience and I will not go easy on you."
"You've been bad, bad behavior has consequences, now get on the bed."
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some slightly hinged thoughts on poly bg3 companions
i've been Thinking Thoughts, because I feel like the companion thoughts on polyamory are more complicated than "some of them can also date Halsin"
full game spoilers below, assumed Tav POV (because I haven't done any Origin runs)
Act 1 Astarion would probably make fun of you for being greedy if you asked to be poly, but would go along with it even though he doesn't like it (because mans is not healthy, y'all). Would make fun of you for your bedroom preferences based on who else you picked. If you wanted to be poly with Karlach and Astarion in Act 1, he'd probably be baffled as to why, because you can't touch her so why even ask him about it? If the player responds about romance/dating, he'd make fun of them for being naive and then have an existential crisis. Act 2-3 Astarion pre-Cazador death would probably continue to go along with it, pretty similarly to how he reacts to being poly with Tav and Halsin. After Cazador, I feel like spawn!Astarion might ask to be monogamous, depending on who the third is (I can see him being alright with selunite!Shadowheart, Halsin, and Karlach, maybe Gale depending on how unhinged he is at that point, not sure about rebel!Lae'zel. Sharran!Shadowheart is an absolute no). Ascended!Astarion would demand monogamy from Tav (he's a greedy bastard) but would probably also sleep with sharran!Shadowheart and Gale (especially if he's on-track to become a god), just for power complex reasons.
Karlach is complicated. I get the feeling that she wouldn't mind being with a Tav who has sex with other Origins, but wouldn't want them to hook up with strangers or be romantically involved with anyone else. In Act 1 she gives explicit consent for Tav to sleep around while they can't touch her, but wants to be the only romantic focus. I think that eventually, she might be open to a closed poly relationship with Wyll, spawn!Astarion or selunite!Shadowheart, but that would have to be a lot of conversations in the making, and I don't think she'd want an open relationship.
Shadowheart is a freaky bitch and would act accordingly. She'd absolutely go for an open relationship, would enjoy watching Tav get dommed by Lae'zel after they've sorted their shit, and would probably hook up with Act 1 Astarion if Tav turned him down. In her own words, she would also climb Mount Halsin. Would also 100% dip after Moonrise to have transcendental religious sex with Aylin and Isobel and proceed to describe the whole thing to Tav in lurid detail the following morning.
Wyll might be the most strongly monogamous one of the bunch, though I feel like a Tav/Karlach/Wyll relationship could work. Outside of that potentiality, though, Wyll is 10000% monogamous. Honestly, he reads as aspec (probably demisexual) to me, but I'm also hella biased in favor of that interpretation given that I'm ace.
In terms of romance, Lae'zel reads as opposite to Wyll in a lot of ways. She likes sex unapologetically but has basically no experience with romance, and is uncomfortable with the feeling. I think she might be willing to have an open sexual relationship, but could just as easily be very possessive/protective of her love. She would absolutely not want Tav to be romantically involved with anyone else. Like Wyll, Lae'zel reads as aro-spec, probably gray-aro or even fully aromantic, given that her "romance" with Tav could just as easily be read as a sexual QPR.
Gale is also complicated. I haven't actually seen a lot of Gale's romance, but given that he's still dealing with Mystra's bullshit I feel like he would not want the extra complication of another person. Maybe Tav/Gale/Astarion, in a "we can make each other worse" sort of way.
BONUS: thoughts on sleeping with the Emperor
Astarion: freaky. tell me more.
Karlach: what the FUCK, soldier
Shadowheart: why wasn't I invited
Wyll: that is an image I'll never unsee, why have you done this
Lae'zel: likely to just stab you.
Gale: I'm gonna draw a diagram and you're gonna point out all of the mind flayer erogenous zones. for research purposes.
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#karlach#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#lae'zel#gale dekarios#polyamory#i'm actually aroace so uhh... take that how you will
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idk if you’ve talked about this before but what do u think nessa’s childhood was like? bcuz there’s the whole implied daddy issues and abuse AND the fact that her dad made her make him sound better in court so he would get custody and then her mom died (is that what happened? i might be wrong i havent listened to the tapes in a while) but basically im wondering what u think her childhood was like or at least what ur interpretation of it is
SMILES :) HI
I do in fact think her father was abusive and forced her to lie abt her mom in court which lead to her suicide. I think Vanessa was raised catholic,, she was sort of an accident and ness’s mom got pregnant before she and bill were married so the two of them kinda had to . Prepare unexpectedly. Bill has mixed feelings on having a bastard daughter, but ness’s mom doesn’t really care and loves her kid so much. She’s trying her best,,
Bill has some other issues fun fact !! He presents himself as this great upstanding citizen with a wonderful life and morals, he sends his daughter to catholic school, his wife is a stay at home mom, he’s got a nice office job, you know. He’s also got a nasty drinking problem though, and takes out his anger at his self-perceived dead-end life on his wife, and rarely vanessa. Oh no :( … eventually!! Ness’s mom is like damn you know what. Just sitting in this hell marriage is not gonna protect me or my child at all I need to divorce this man . Anddddd we all know what happened then 💀 bill got full custody from flipping the entire story to make her seem like the villain- and who’s the judge gonna believe, the frantic woman or the widely-liked guy and the crying kid testifying? Anyways yeah Vanessa entirely blamed herself and thinks she killed her mom. She was the one to find the body actually. Her father only got worse and more controlling, and eventuallyyyy she split! Originally her alter called itself Vanny (which is why she doesn’t like being called that by malhare much later) and vanny was lik e . Ohhhmygod we need to get OUT of here. So after some saving up and preparing (and after a few very big fights that resulted in some nasty bruises) 15-year-old Nessie and Vanny ran away! Skipped town even. She camped out with an online friend for a while, and bounced around until finally at age 18 xe could buy xeir own shitty little apartment … and next year she got a job beta testing a video game..! So um yeah <3 the minute she got full autonomy and settled into a fairly comfy living situation everything got flipped on it’s head and she went through daddy issues THE SEQUEL with our good friend william ‘malhare’ afton .
#Vanny goes by Loche after sb. Also yes will ness and van all using ‘vanny’ did get quite confusing for all three of them#Umm..#Ask to tag lol
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