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msommers · 11 months

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intimacy, friendship, fate for maeve, riya and meredith!

this time i just forgot to hit post whoops. thank you alana!! xx // oc asks: relationships edition

Intimacy: Is your OC the type of person to engage in long-term relationships, or are they more casual in their intimacy and affection? How do they feel about intimacy and relationships in general?

MAEVE — the thing is that maeve could engage in relationships outside of the long-term, but there would be nothing casual about them given that It's Maeve. any partner of hers is going to be spoiled with affection, attention and goods lmao. 90% chance she's gonna write something about them. i’ve written essays on maeve's feelings on this subject, so to keep it simple: she's in love with love, intimacy is her middle name, she collects relationships like pokemon, and would probably perish like a fish out of water if she was starved of these things.

RIYA — her history has definitely been more casual, there have been one or two people that she'd mess around with sporadically over multiple years, but even then it was just for reliable fun and victor was the first time she entered anything of the Committed type. i don't think she consciously noticed her views on intimacy evolving while with him, but they did and those changes will become more apparent to her now that all she can do is sit with the memories. she'll start to understand there's a difference when it comes to Romantic intimacy and that’s going to be something she misses whenever that it becomes relevant.

MEREDITH — i don’t know if she’d be able to handle a casual relationship. meredith's friendly and relatively open to folk, but if she lets somebody approach anything near intimate then they've been Chosen, y’know. she doesn't want anything fleeting, she needs loyalty and consistency and dedication. she'd sooner take intensity over casualness tbh. she takes comfort in the intimacy that comes from relationships, in knowing someone wants to display affection for her and knows how she'd like to receive it.

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

MAEVE — she's steadily racked up an egregious amount of friends through the years due to her charm and being such a goodie good. that type of person in the group who can go "i know a guy" about nearly anything. i won't give names because all of her friendships are equally valued in her heart (i lied, grey's her most treasured friend 💜). she's kinda the dream friend?? she'll pay for any of your outings, is the kindest shoulder to cry on, is incredibly attentive to your feelings and needs, will bend over backwards to help you whenever necessary no questions asked, etc etc. just don't ask her to help make the holiday dinner the friendship will be ruined just let her host the party

RIYA — the friend who's there to gossip or get petty if you need that energy. happy to include you in her expensive activities because she likes spoiling people close to her. always ready to throw down for you even if you don't necessarily ask for it. riya's either very good or very bad at making friends and that depends on the type of crowd she's in, because uh. she's not everybody's cup of tea. her most important friendships are those with her family members, and now the warden squad for obvious reasons.

MEREDITH — she’ll go on whole ass quests for her friends, feels like that explains a good deal itself. everybody needs that one friend who will defend you in encounters, go to the ends of the earth for you at a moment's notice, and be unafraid to call you out on some nonsense you're pulling lmao. she's superb at making friends, that charisma and insight will take her a long way if she's not speaking to a baddie (derogatory). alistair, nathaniel, leliana and teagan are her most important friendships probs.

Fate: Does your OC believe in destined meetings? True love, soulmates, hearing the bells? Have they ever experienced this?

MAEVE — cannot be stated enough how deeply she believes in it all lmao true love's kiss being magic, people finding each other through fate, having multiple soulmates, you name any sappy trope and she's a believer in it. of course she's experienced these things because maeve's living a fairy tale 90% of the time and it's what she deserves. anything with ilya is the prime example but she's been given multiple soulmate related things bc i myself (and other enablers) like to spoil her 🥰

RIYA — she for sure believes in those things just because she believes in destiny overall. umm. i don't think there's any like #canonevent that has occurred with fated moments so far that,,,but if you think about it,,,,if you squint. kinda wild how riya ended up in the company of a supportive dreamer mage 🤔 exactly when she needed that kind of aid 🤔🤔 kinda sussy. (she’s gonna find a reason to think so many things are destined, people are gonna hate it)

MEREDITH — she’s more of a butterfly effect kind of lady, i think. actions have reactions and consequences that all lead somewhere in the end. it wasn’t destiny that had her marching around ferelden during the blight, it was just highever being the first domino to fall. true love tho, that she can get behind. you don't have to be written in the stars to find somebody who will become your other half with plenty of trust, time and effort.

#ch: maeve sommers #ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: meredith cousland #can't wait for the future where it's rich brat riya talking about how fate brought them all to the hell that is a blight #everyone's gonna love that talk

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sprout-fics · 9 months

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Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Eleven: Pack Bonds)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Courting rituals, Cuddling, Mating cycles/In heat, Brat! John 'Soap' Mactavish, Character studies, Polyamory

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In the soft light of morning, Johnny tells you of his mates

You ask him about them, while you’re tucked into his chest, his hand ceaselessly kneading little circles into the knob of your spine, body warm and heavy, entirely satisfied from the night before and blissfully comfortable against him

He does, he tells you about the three other men on the team, about his cherished mates

Gaz is gentle, sweet, takes his time with you, and despite the tenderness of it coupling with him is no less of an intense affair. Gaz has the unique talent to know exactly what the other’s triggers are, to adapt and change tactics easily. He’s desperate to please, and it’s by far his most endearing trait

His stamina is by far his most dangerous trait, and you squirm with a warm flush as Soap recounts how Gaz fucked him stupid for the better part of half an hour with a steady, firm set of his hips, smiling wickedly down at the Scot as Johnny slowly lost his bravado and entered into something beyond wordlessness

Gaz is happier bottoming than topping, and between the three of them it’s an easy thing to accomplish. He reacts differently to each partner. For Soap it’s teasing, playful, two comrades wrestling and tousling and yanking at each other to reveal tender flesh on which to suck blighting bruises. They gasp and heave, palming at each other in the showers, quick kisses and bites stolen behind the bleachers of the track, hands slapping on each other’s asses in flirtatious teasing as they pass each other in the hall

For Price, Gaz is good, lovely, eyes shining with adoration as his captain indulges in him so sweetly, so reverently Gaz seems to be left dopey with it for days after. Price can be either achingly gentle or will make his sergeant hiccup and grip the sheets, shaking his head when Price offers to slow or stop. Price was Gaz’s first, and Gaz harbors a soft affection for him in a way he doesn’t with the others

For Ghost, Gaz is tender, hands himself willingly to the other Brit, knows the weakness in Ghost’s soul as his own. His sympathetic nature allows Ghost to mold him into the thing he desires, knowing he’ll be treated well in turn. While Soap will tease and banter and ensure Ghost manhandles him into the sheets, Gaz will coax Ghost instead, will talk him tenderly into something resembling docility, a vulnerability that is rare for a man so haunted by his past. Yet Gaz is acutely aware of of the power, the intensity and enrapturing force of the lieutenant, trusting him wholly but never failing to be stupefied by the aftershocks for days after

Price- Soap shivers pleasantly when he speaks of Price- is a lethal mix of firm, authoritative possessiveness and overwhelming attention. The captain knows exactly what he wants, and he knows how to obtain it willingly from his partners. The man has the blessing of experience, and he displays it in the way he knows to wreck the others, presses them into docility and complete surrender while lavishing devastating praise onto them

While Ghost affectionately indulges in Soap’s antics, Price knows how to make Soap behave, beg for him in wordless little cries. If the recruits and other soldiers on base see Soap oddly well-mannered for a few days afterwards, well, Soap will never outwardly admit who is responsible

They take care of their captain, knows when the burden of duty weighs too heavy on his shoulders. It’s Gaz, more often than not, who is the balm to the scars Price carries, is receptive and cathartic in his sweet embraces of the older man. Soap has on several occasions walked past Price’s room during a rough week to hear the smoky sigh of Price’s voice saying “Good. Good boy, Kyle.”

Price’s rut is more controlled than Simon’s, but no less possessive. The man is a beast during his cycle, growling while also gingerly hushing Soap or Gaz (sometimes even both) into the mattress below as his hips slap mercilessly against them. There’s a double edged sword to the captain that’s caught between tenderness and control, a desperate desire to defend and protect that sometimes has his growl a low, threatening vibration should either sergeant attempt to leave his bed

(You squirm a little at that, wondering if Price might ever let you experience that himself)

Price rarely bottoms, preferring instead to be the deliverer of sinful devastation to his mates, but he isn’t opposed to it. It’s a rare thing, but Price will allow one of his boys to fuck him open, but will continue to growl a sensous mixture of authority and praise at them all the while

Soap tells you that even though he and the others are allowed the rare treat of topping Price, it still somehow feels like they’re still under his grasp the whole time.

Soap smiles dreamily when he speaks of Ghost, and you tease him for it, for looking like an infatuated schoolboy dreaming of his first love. Yet when he rolls his eyes you bump your nose under his jaw, scenting him and listening to him huff happily

Ghost appears at the textbook definition of an alpha. Towering, strong, packed with rigid muscle. He commands attention with his presence, has a violence in him that models him as the ultimate killer. He’s the kind of alpha you were terrified of as a younger omega, the kind that feels as if he’ll take and take, man-handle you into submission and snarl at anyone who dares challenge him. Territorial, overwhelming, dangerous

Johnny thought much the same of Ghost when they first met, was playful and pleasant in front of his LT as he tried to hide the anxiety that pulsed just beneath the surface, fearful of the alpha fulfilling the stereotype of aggressive alphas trying to take what they think they’re entitled to.

Yet Ghost was the first one to figure out Johnny’s true designation, and when he did he was softly spoken, reassuring, disarmingly sympathetic in a way that nestled into Soap’s heart. He had developed a crush on the alpha soon after, one that formed into a casual request for aid during his heats, which Ghost was happy to fulfill. Eventually their casual relationship evolved into something so much more, and though the road wasn’t easy, Johnny now knows Ghost is his, and that he will always be Ghost’s.

The rest came later, the intersection with Gaz and Price that blossomed into what it is now. Ghost and Price had history together, similar to Soap and Gaz’s boyish tumbling in bed, and yet so very different. It means Ghost trusts his mates wholly and completely, and the team knows that the gift of such trust from Simon is a sacred, almost religious thing to earn

It also means Ghost is extremely attentive to his partners. Like Price, there is an alpha edge to him that isn’t easy to shake, has him trying to gentle his partners in bed, render them docile and fisting the sheets with pleasure. Soap says it scratches Simon’s hindbrain to know his partners are intensely satisfied, and that coupling with Ghost is hardly ever less than a whirlwind of sensation and need, something that rarely fails to leave him breathless, face down in the pillows, body heavy with multiple orgasms

“Fuckin’ beast, him.” Johnny grumbles, as if he’s reluctant to admit it, as if he’s challenged Ghost with his bratty attitude and been handled into submission every time

Ghost is typically the one to assist Johnny with his heats, and by this point knows Johnny well enough to read every minute motion and gesture from the omega. Though Ghost won’t say it out loud, the man is deeply possessive over his mates, proves himself capable as a provider in not only protecting them, but offering whatever they need for their cycles. He’s the model of a loving mate, even if you have to endure the edge of brooding silence and whiplash sarcasm that comes with him

(You know this is what Johnny loves the most about him)

On the infrequent occasions that the four of them end up in bed together, the presence of two alphas is rarely an issue. Price and Ghost trust each other enough to not be territorial, as they are mates as well. The two play off each other’s strengths, are a force combined between them

It’s rare, but clashes do threaten to happen sometimes, things based entirely in instinct and fueled by the rush of hormones present only in heat or rut. If Simon growls at Price for touching Soap or Gaz during his rut, the more experienced alpha knows how to soothe Simon’s possessive temper into something a little less base

In turn, should Price ever bare his teeth or posture at Ghost in challenge, Gaz and Soap know how to act as intermediaries between the two, talking them down until peace is made once more

It’s rare, but it does sometimes happen, and is fairly inevitable with two alphas on the same team, even if they are mates. However, no amount of alpha territoriality or instinct is enough to break the bonds between the pack, and though there are disagreements, petty conflicts, the four of them have long ago agreed that there’s nobody else for them

And then there’s you

And you can’t help but ask yourself: “How do I fit into all this?”

“Wherever you need to.” Soap replies softly, bracing his forehead with yours, the two of you still tangled in his sheets. “You’re part of the pack, hen. Wherever you fit is where you are welcome. We’ll make it work.”

You smile, kiss him for that, and you taste his returning grin on your lips as he rolls over and reaches for you once more.

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lilmcttens · 2 years

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“Stop. Stop. Stop. Shush.”

#(ic)#amity blight #*crack!#[dash commentary]#plant puns #{ You shush Brat! }#shut up shut uppppppp

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Currently obsessed and head over heels for Rosebud can I request a scenario of reader being tasked to clean up some litter and trash that was thrown around and landed near/on Rosebud during opening hours? I can just imagine Rosebud and their babies being so happy at the reader gently picking away all the filthy trash that landed in their vines

Rosebud has all my love rn I could talk to them for hours-

"Settle down, babes. I'm trying my best."

The roses whimper and shake in their filth ridden state, cowering in their bush as their caretaker attempts to free them of the clutter. Rosebud would've cried if able as they pulled a drink cup off one of their buds, the poor flower's petals crushed and drenched in its contents. They have no choice but to pluck it and end its misery as it hangs awkwardly on its stem.

"I'm sorry, little one."

Rosebud utters a sob to match the Rose's as they crush it in their palm. They shrink back into the comfort of the statue, unable to work more at the time. Those damn mortal brats. They'd find a way out of here and stick them full of thorns. Who's bright idea was it to bring an entire bus of teenagers to a museum after they had just gone to a movie? Humanity really was a blight on the world.

Most of it anyway.

"Hello?"

The roses' distressed warbles turn to weak, happy chirps at the voice. Rosebud peaks from its petals to see you standing there with a bucket full of cleaning supplies and wash rag in hand. Your sad look both crushes and lifts their thorny spirits.

"Rosetta? Is that you? Have you come to help us?"

"Well, it's my task for the night, but I would've come anyway." You kneel before the bush, hushing the frightened bouquet. Some snap at you, but with a gentle pat and comforting words they quiet down. You then get to work. Armoring your hands with gloves as you pull wrappers from the bush, gently scolding the roses that attempt to eat the mess. They work to the best of their capabilities to help you out. Moving before asked, licking the minor cuts you gain.

About an hour down, and you've finished with the bush itself. You stand and rinse the wash cloth before taking it to the stains on the statue itself. Rosebud watches you silently for the most part, cracking a joke that they never expected such intimacy so early in your relationship when you're almost done. Dropping the dirty rag in the bucket, you step back to let them enjoy their freedom. The roses quickly rise to attention, barking loudly as Rosebud clasps their hands together.

"Oh thank you ever so much, Rosetta. Our savior, and gallant knight of the garden. Come close so that we may give you your dues."

You return to your orginal spot and are instantly ambushed in praise. The roses nip and rub against whatever surface they can reach as Rosebud's vines wrap around your torso and pull you into the fray. One bud unhinges its jaws wide, only to carefully take your finger into its mouth and course its tongue over your skin. You start to laugh at their tickling kisses. Rosebud hooks the flat area of their arms around your neck as it brings you into a hug.

"Ah, music to our ears. I can see why the others want to keep you, but I will let you decide your place. Only rid the world of those who try to steal you away."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Rosetta. Just let us protect you from the world and take all your troubles away for the time being."

#Night gallery tag #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere #yandere blurb #soft yandere #yandere fluff #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n

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northern-polaris · 7 months

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I'm out of my head, of my heart and my mind

Description: I wrote some tamsand and SOMEONE(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) bullied me into posting it so please accept this brainrot. Warnings for canon stuff that happened utm but it's not elaborated on.

Rhysand never liked Lucien.

The seventh son of the Lady of Autumn. Born during a time of delicate peace between courts. Overshadowed by the siblings that towered over him. Unremarkable and of no use save for the snort Rhysand smothered the day when the child was presented as Beron’s at the high lords’ meeting.

One look at the boy could tell anyone otherwise.

It was a much needed source of amusement amongst the boredom, the gathering was completely devoid of any of value. Nothing justified him being there whatsoever.

Tamlin was absent from that day’s meeting.

Years would pass and Rhysand would forget about the runt, spending his time on more important matters. Sicing Cassian onto Illyrian rebellions, wielding Azrial to send a message. Things that needed to be attended to.

Rhysand would be abruptly reminded of the brat when the princeling made himself the center Prythian’s attention. He caused quite the stir when he was caught in the arms of some faerie lover, exiled from Autumn, and chased down by the three that held him down.

That little fox had scurried off to Spring court, and two out of those three siblings were reduced to nothing but to bloody piles of gore.

The report from Azriel described it as if the two brothers were mauled and gnawed on by some sort of dangerous, wild fae. He suggested scouting out the Spring court to assure that there were no monsters from the Prison that escaped. Rhysand declined.

Rhysand knew better.

Soon, news would reach him that Tamlin made Lucien emissary.

Seemed that Spring’s high lord took a liking to the fox. A fondness. A favorite new pet, no doubt.

Tamlin had always liked to take in and care for wounded animals.

Shortly after the news reached Rhysand, Tamlin appeared at the next High Lord’s meeting with him in tow. Instead of taking his rightful and appropriate place sitting behind his Lord, standing politely and silently, the fox pulled up a chair next to him. Right at the table. Like him and the Lord were equals. Tamlin didn’t bat an eye.

Every meeting for the next couple centuries to come would start with that, but progressively became more agonizing as time went by.

A shared look here and there. A knowing smirk tossed to one another. A quick roll of the eyes when another High Lord spat out utter nonsense and gibberish. Quick glances that held deep meanings. Kicking each other under the table to keep one from talking and inciting a political incident.

Rhysand would glare and glare, but no looks from those viridescent eyes ever came his way.

That brat would take and take his Lord’s attention and hoard it like the greedy little fox he was.

Then came Hybern’s General.

Her.

Rhysand was there when Lucien would become the center of Prythian’s focus for a second time. He regarded as she carved his face, observed as she scooped out his eye with her long, sharp fingernails.

He didn’t need to fake a smile.

Only a few weeks would pass until every High Lord received an invitation. A ball. The Spring Court was encouraged to wear masks in solidarity with its disfigured emissary.

Rhysand should have seen what was coming. He knew that she wanted Tamlin, he knew there was something wrong with the drinks, but it was too late to do anything about it.

A blight soon manifested herself across the land Prythian. A curse inflicted. Deals struck.

For Tamlin, fifty years to bed a mortal woman and make her fall for him. For Rhysand, fifty years spent leashed to her, to be hers until her chosen obsession ultimately failed and took his mantle as her trophy.

Rhysand agreed to his deal voluntarily. Tamlin finally looked him in the eye when he did so; piecing and damning. So much emotion.

…

Rhysand hated her.

He abhorred her when he awoke to her face first thing in the morning and despised her when she was the last thing he saw before sleep took him.

He hated sitting next to her while she was poised on her throne. He hated when she was on top of him. He hated when she was under him. He hated her marks that she carved into his back. Like lashings from a whip.

He hated her sharp fingernails.

He hated himself for wishing that the claws of someone else were the one leaving the scars in the heat of passion.

He hated that the only way he could get through the night as the years dragged on was to imagine that it was someone else when she defiled. Someone he loathed.

Loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and love–

Forty-nine passed before something changed. A mortal woman. Rhysand saw her at Calanmai. He had been permitted to go under the guise of surveillance. He told himself that same reason every year that he found himself lining up next to the cave for the sacred rite. He was never chosen.

He scared off the mortal’s tormentors, and offered his hand. He saw her fear. Her thoughts raced almost as fast as her loud heartbeat. It felt good.

He left her that night.

He’d leave a few gifts here and there as the deadline drew near. A head. A faerie wingless. Something that would make Tamlin think about him.

He paid a visit. Her mind was like wet sand in his hands for him to play with, so brittle and fragile. He made Tamlin kneel for him. He made Lucien watch. It was supposed to feel good.

Tamlin brought himself to his knees for a mortal woman. To save his court. To save his Lucien. It wasn’t for Rhysand.

He didn’t tell Her the mortal woman’s true name. They took another and tortured her to death. Rhysand replaced her in his mind with a fox.

The deadline came and passed. Tamlin joined him under the mountain. He didn’t look at Rhysand. It was just as infuriating as those meetings from the past.

Then the mortal came.

She declared her love to Tamlin and She indulged the woman with three trials and a poem to answer. She was not creative, she probably gave her the poem to infuriate her obsession. He loved intricate poems and wordplay, always did, and that poem was mind-numbingly simple and easy.

The mortal couldn’t figure it out for three months, but Rhysand figured it out the moment those words finished leaving Her mouth. He knew and understood its meaning with crystal clarity. He wanted to laugh, cry, and rage at that.

Lucien was lashed and mutilated for helping the mortal.

Lucien was endangered during one of the trials.

Rhysand didn’t need to fake a smile.

Tamlin wouldn’t respond to him. No reaction. Nothing. Just a face of stone with a far away look in his eyes. The green muted and dulled. It was enraging.

Rhysand wanted something. Rage, sadness, repulsion, disgust. Anything.

So he latched onto that mortal. Dolled her up in paint and glorified ribbons, and paraded her around like a new toy. The faerie wine he forced her to consume took away any memory of it from her, but Rhysand never drank enough to forget. He didn’t want to forget how the rage burned in Tamlin’s eyes.

The dangerous, wild beast who mauled and maimed chained down with a heart of stone.

Rhysand caught him and the mortal together. He kissed her reverently. She reached his pants. He felt one of his teeth crack under the grit of his jaw.

He interrupted. Replaced Tamlin's spot.

Her lips tasted like his.

The final trial came and passed. Tamlin was stabbed in the heart by an act of love. An act of freeing him. Poetic.

They were all free. The mortal was dead.

Rhysand didn’t want to keep looking at Tamlin’s face. The agony was so potent that it seeped into all of the cracks in his walls.

He made them all bring her back. For him.

He saw her the following day.

Mate.

The following few years were crowded, but Rhysand didn’t commit them to memory. Everything turned out in his favor. The 'Band of Exiles' made Rhysand snort just like he did long ago, not bothering to cover it up. Little fox scurried off again somewhere else. Rhysand had gotten his mate. He had gotten his power. His dominance stayed intact. He had it all.

Everything.

Except he was haunted.

Green eyes. Everywhere. Out the corner of his eye. Rhysand could read minds but nothing compared to how they read his soul; Condemning and all-knowing. They controlled him.

The Solstice was a breaking point. He had to get rid of them, those eyes. He had to tear out the problem by the roots. Be rid of the beast that held that much power over him. That monster.

He couldn’t do it himself. He told Tamlin to rid the world of his existence. To Die. It was the only way to be free. It had to. Please.

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

I have to kill you. It’s the only way to get you out of my mind and heart.

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

Please just die already let me be free

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

Please.

I love you.

#tamsand #maybe tamcien? who knows?#sorry this aint feyre friendly so just a heads up #simplified summary: Rhysand said “if i can't have you nobody can” unironically #canon utm events just so you know #Tamlin #rhysand

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epickiya722 · 3 months

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8 and 19 for the violence ask game? <3

💜

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

Anybody who says that "Yuji shouldn't be the MC, it should be Yuta or Satoru" obviously don't like trying new things and want every anime to have some overpowered big shot to be main characters.

Like, I'm sorry that's the trope you're used to, but at this point, just drop the manga. Isn't it enough Satoru is very popular? Isn't it enough that Yuta actually was the MC of his own story? If you're still saying this, please just drop the story.

For me, Gege might not realize it or whatever I don't know, but Yuji being the MC of the main storyline was a good choice. He doesn't have that usual lover backstory, but it's still not all sunshine and rainbows. Such details he hadn't been aware of. He's surrounded by sorcerers with all these powerful ass techniques, yet isn't left in the dirt since he is a powerhouse himself. He's dumb, but he's not super dumb. He's smarter than he gives himself credit for. He's a kind kid, but he's also not naive.

There's just a lot of things about Yuji that I like and why he's my favorite, and it just really annoys me whenever anybody wants to make a post hyping him up or admiring him as a character, someone has to bring it "I bet Yuta or Gojo..."

Look, I like both those characters very much, but nobody asked and who gives a solid fuck about your opinion?

19. You're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

That when asked who is my favorite villain character of JJK, it's Sukuna. Usually I wouldn't really have a top favorite who is a villain or an antagonist, but somehow he made it there.

He is entertaining to me and I do like his character designs. (He dropped the ball not having long claws anymore, but Yuji makes up for it and I couldn't be happier. I just like long nails as a character trait.)

And his relationship with Yuji? I'm actually glad it stayed antagonistic. I don't think it's bad that the inner "demon" starts to get along with their good counterpart. And anybody who knows me knows I am all for the fluff and the comfort and all that goodness.

But damn it, I like some corruption and conflict, too! Without that, how could there be good anyways?

If Sukuna and Yuji actually started to get along even though since the beginning Yuji accepted his death just for Sukuna to die... then what would have been the point?

Yes to Sukuna being an absolute brat (because he is) to Yuji and being an absolute blight on his life, he deserves every single grain of hatred and insult Yuji throws at him.

That's all I really have to say!!

Choose Violence

#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #sukuna #ryomen sukuna

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disregardcanon · 2 years

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okay so here’s some owl house meta: i LOVE the statement that the owl house is making on childhood. so often in culturally christian media the depiction of childhood is this state of innocence that we all get kicked out of. you are a WORSE person because you’ve grown up. if you stayed a little child and followed like a little child then jesus would love you more.

so much of the owl house is about king maturing. in a lot of ways, he starts the show off as a brat. he’s a funny adorable brat! but he’s... a brat.

he’s not considerate. he’s very possessive of eda and luz’s time and attention because they’re his people and he has that inflated sense of importance that’s implied to be from being a titan. he steals the work that he and luz spent so much time on together, changes the ending, slaps his name on it, and then takes all the credit. and he doesn’t understand how that’s hurt luz until after it’s already happened and he has to apologize and figure out how to fix it.

king is a bit of a brat, but he’s not any special type of bad. he’s a kid and kids don’t really understand a lot of things about how the rest of the world works. that is my favorite person and my big feeling and how dare everyone not cater to it?

but king spends a lot of the show growing into being the kind of person that luz and eda are so proud of. he figures out how to let luz go. he figures out how to embrace his relationship with eda as a son but still hold on hope of finding his bio dad. he learns that he does not, in any way shape or form, actually want to be worshiped. that’s weird! why would lilith do that! i just want to be... baby. i want to be adored for being me. i want to help my friends! i want to make my big sister proud!

being a titan might have seemed like a dream come true in the first few episodes for him. he probably would have thrown himself a party with his burger king crown and declared himself ruler of the boiling isles. but now he understands that it’s a nightmare scenario, other than being powerful enough to help people.

and... he does whatever he can to help now. he talks alador blight into going against odalia with them. he seeks out the collector to talk him into saving them from the spell. and the collector might not really be evil. maybe he is. maybe that’s what we’re going for, but he might also just be a kid who hurts people because he thinks it’s fun and doesn’t understand how else to be.

so now we a character that resembles a beginning of the show king but with the unspeakable power he thought he wanted because the collector is a kid with godly power and no one to guide him. maybe the collector is a foe to defeat, but i think that he’s going to be an ally to befriend. he is a child, and children can (and do) grow.

i think that king is going to do one of the things that he admires most about his big sister: turn an enemy into a friend through kindness and understanding

#maybe i'm wrong!#maybe he just... IS evil #but i don't really think so #i think that he's just a child god without anyone to guide him #toh spoilers #king clawthorne #luz noceda #the collector #toh meta #toh

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broadwaybohemians · 1 year

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Enjoy the songs from Schmigadoon 2x03!

#schmigadoon #schmicago #schmigadoonedit #audio #2x03 #mod post #everyone's gotta get naked #worst brats in town #kill them all #bells and whistles #two birds with one stone #aaron tveit #kristin chenoweth #alan cumming #jane krakowski #patrick page #schmigadoon songs

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kallamars-spouse · 1 month

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drew the wife being bitchy + slapped her on her flag (the trans lesbian one)

#cult of the lamb #cotl kallamar #brat of blight #/affectionate

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gingkos-eldritch-secret · 8 months

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Fanfiction commentary and recommendations: Lex Luthor´s ascend from supervillainy to fatherhood Part V (chapters 21 to 25)

The Original story by @halfagone can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

We left off with the Joker free, Parental figures and vigilantes worrying and a legendary girl´s night. What could go wrong?

The answer is everything.

I´ll warn you now, because I´ll be discussing the things happening in the fic: be cautious about the gore and torture and visceral descriptions about violence here. I mean, it´s Danny Phantom and DC. So a little bit of this shouldn´t surprise any of us if we think about the subject matter. Especially because it´s the joker we´re talking about. But yeah. Even though I won´t be all to graphicgraphic, I´ll still be referencing these topics.

On another note: the social media part of this fanfiction is giving me life.

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Now we dive right into the first scene, where goodbyes are being made. Catwoman goes home after a night of card games and shenanigans and Danny sleeps on the couch squished between two hyenas and please could someone draw this scene? Because it sounds utterly adorable. Or has he slept earlier? I have no clue, my reading comprehension at 3 o´clock in the morning has never been the best.

Or well. Danny already has slept on the couch. Now he just wants to flee from a certain ex-villain who wants to put him into one of her old costumes.

Selina meets Bruce on the way home, who seemed to have had a long night of searching behind him. And still, as exhausted as he must look, she is still thristing after him. Power to you, i guess. I mean it´s the two furry adjacent people, so I´m not surprised xD

They also talk about the reason 'why' bruce is so tired and Selina finally grants him a small respite and just tells him where Danny was - and off the bat goes in the hope that he´ll find Danny before the Joker does. And that´s just the problem, isn´t it? Because when it is foreshadowed like this? It never happens as we hope it does. So, of course the Joker finds Danny first, but that comes later.

First Harley and Ivy´s place gets blown up, while Danny has been on his wa to Wayne manor. Does he go farther away from the explosion? Of course not. It´s Danny 'herocomplex' Luthor we´re talking about. So, of course, he runs towards his new friends´house.

And as hard as Tim tries to get there in time, Danny was faster and the Joker? He had already been waiting. They straight up drive into Danny with a van and pick him off the floor like a ragdoll before they zoom off. Not that it will do the Joker and his goons any good in the long run, but for now they´ve certainly succeeded in their quest for violence.

As the clown realizes that Danny is Luthor´s ward and not Batman's he gets the absolutely hilarious (not) idea of getting a camera. With the thought process 'what will Lexie do when the brat is being being broken and tortured on live camera'? God, he´s such an awful person.

Though I think that is quite degratory to the 'person' part of this sentence. I don´t know what I want to call the joker, but even monsters have more humanity than this. So then what is he? An abomination? A thing? A blight on humanity? Either way, he´ll get his comeuppance.

So the joker broadcasts a torturing session on live television. With Danny already roughed up from the … way he has been brought to unconciousness by the man and his goons.

Meanwhile good old Jim Gordon is feeling faint because. That´s Lex Luthor´s son. That´s a civillian. That´s a freaking CHILD being tortured. And he can´t even do anything to help.

The Joker gets some torture advice from the life stream viewers (and how much do you have to abhro a person to do something like this? How inhumane must you be? How much must you dehumanize the person being tortured to even get the bright idea to bring them even more pain?). And also just uses some of the nice comments for torture adivce. Someone compliments Danny´s eyes? Would be a shame if we took them now, wouldn´t it?

I think poor old Jim worries even more because Danny is so uncharacteristically silent. Not. That him being loud would be much better, what with the Joker being the Joker …

And Lex is just entering boss mode as he watches his son beng tortured on live television. I understand the man.

And the bats are just frantically searching for the warehouse used. One of these days they´re getting a heart attack from all of their regular adrenaline highs.

So while the Joker just gloats into the live stream and taunts the viewers he does not realize that Danny being Danny slipped through his bonds and took the knife stuck in his thigh out all the while slipping into the darkness to ambush the joker with a gun. He took out the camera instead and the chase? Was on.

It really is an action scene absolutely worth reading, but it ends with Danny getting a shot to the shoulder and Joker getting a shot to the chest. Of course that doesn´t stop our most hated abomination though. Oh No. He wants to take Danny with him.

And Danny? He has had enough. He just. Melts the Joker´s brain via eldritch form and that´s that for now. Until Jason bursts in and finds them and just gets Danny the hell out of dodge and into a hospital.

Though at first there´s Jason freaking out a bit at the situation because: how did that happen? I mean, I understand his priorities. Especially because Danny doesn´t look like he could pack a punch and the Joker seems to have died because of fright (though he also realizes that he died of blood loss) - with his hair turned white and his face a mask of horror. But the man who killed him is finally, finally gone. And while he ruminates Danny wakes up.

Jason realizes Danny knows it´s himself. He realizes that Danny somehow knows his idendity and while he wants to talk about THAT, he also sees just how horrible Danny´s condition is and wants to get Danny to agree to a hospital. Good idea, but the trauma is just. The trauma …. Poor Danny.

He´s still a snarky little shit though, because he instantly banters with Jason as he does first aid, horrified at the implications of Danny knowing how to get a bullet out of himself via FORK. Danny what the fuck???

So while Jason gets Danny to some transport vehicle, they talk. And Jason grapples with the inormation that a) Danny somehow seems to be able to see souls and b) has died before.

It´s kinda ruined by Danny telling him that 'I told you guys I had a heart failure. You realize that you technically die when your heart stops, right?` Never change Danny, never change. Now, we know that that´s not the whole truth, but ... yeah I can see why he´d use that as a shield. It is technically the truth after all.

So while the GCPD forces Danny into the hospital, Danny …. Wants Jason to come with him. Jason can´t really say no when Danny trembles with fear, now, can he? At least one of them doesn´t have to be alone with their fears for now.

Lex is on a more or less literal warpath as he storms into the hospital asking after his son. And he begins to immediately rip into Gordon beause that is his son. With a hospital trauma. In a hospital. And while he still doesn´t like this, at least Red Hood is with him. Better him than Brucie boy in any way. (And wow, that were many 'hospitals' in a short paragraph ...)

Danny and Jason talk and I think Danny was this close to fist fighting the doctors when they wanted to give him an anaesthetic for the bullet removal. I like the attitude and I know he did it, because those things don´t work on his weird biology, but still. The part of me is just so immensely worried it´s not even funny anymore.

Jason is doing an introspection about Danny and his pain tolerance, the reactions to hospitals and the scars and i think he just wants to put him into bubble wrap and keep him somewhere safe. i feel u bro, i really do. But as you´re part of a story, I seriously doubt you can fo that. We can´t from our past. Even if we desperately want to. Doubly so in fiction. Especially in fiction. I mean. it´s a literary device :')

Lex arrives on the scene and instantly begins to fuss over his son. It´s honestly sweet, even when he threatens the nurses and doctors present to sign NDAs or ELSE.

I also think Jason realizes how important Lex is to Danny when he just instantly melts into his arms and begins to cry, even though he´d held strong before. Nary a tear or reaction. But people do react differently with people they feel safe with.

And he feels jealous. Because he could´ve had this with bruce, couldn´t he? If not for the pit or his reactions. Or is it his own fucked up personality keeping them apart? I don´t think that Jason really knows anymore.

So while Lex thanks Red Hood for being there, Jason reveals that he hadn´t done much. Which leads to attention on Danny who´s basically like 'So I kinda maybe killed the Joker? *jazz hands*'

Which is of course the moment Batman enters. Now that can only go badly. Not that many things in this fic have gone well . I have the feeling that i say this in every part at least once and i DON´T wanna repeat myself so often, but. Well. Ain´t it the truth anyways?

So. Lex may or may not have dwindled in his opinion on both Bruce Wayne and Batman. And really, who can blame him?

One could not keep his son safe in the first place and the other couldn´t save him when the Joker got him.

Of course he´s hating the situation. And of course he´s frustrated with the people here now. Especially as Dick wants to talk to Lex alone as Gordon and Batman interrogate Danny. And it is an interrogation. Or it will be. I think that´s happening in the next part. And oh boy... It will not be pretty. At all.

Dick and Lex --- well the conversation certainly could have gone better. And they certainly could have behaved better in the first place, but …. Lex respects the honesty and the reasons. Honestly, Dick´s a straight up miracle worker in this regard. Props to him! He deserves a cake for that masterpiece. Seriously >.>

Lex not happy about any of them. Not in any defintion of the word. But he accepts it. The family is still on very thin ice for now though.

And Lex ....he now knows what other think of him as a parent. How they fear for Danny. Because a former supervllain as an adoptive father all of a sudden? People do not believe that. He realizes what could have gone wrong now. And that´s just painful to think about. Who would want to think about being a bad parent? What if Danny hadn´t wormed into his cold, dead heart? I think I´d have felt sick if I realized how close I came to being the same as the neglectful parents and the abusive godfather ...

He also thinks of how easily Danny could have been just another Wayne child instead of his own. And while he now certainly hates Bruce less, I doubt that he´ll like him either for a long time.

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I'm in the process of watching Helluva Boss as research for a future writing project. Something that pisses me off about the show, other than the underdeveloped female characters, hypocritical double standards and Stolas being a uwu woobie sad boy, is how it treats Stella.

When I first starting the show, I was intrigued by the Stolas cheating subplot. I thought it would lead to some character drama. But, nope. Turns out that Stella is just a one dimensional bitch, who is abusive to Stolas and is as dumb as a brick. Or in other words, she's the embodiment of that one old fanfic trope where a female character is transformed in an irredeemable bitch just to push the main mlm ship together. Like...what?

I would've been fine with Stella being an angry and abusive bitch under normal circumstances. Women can be abusers just like men in real life. Female villains like that can not only work, but be fantastic in their own right. The Owl House pulled that off with Odelia Blight, and I love her as a minor antagonist in that series.

However, in this case, Stella's only evil because it Stolas more of an angsty backstory and lets him off the hook for what he did, making it seem justified. Since Stella is cartoonishly evil, abusive and completely one dimensional, he has the excuse of, "Look! I know I backstabbed my wife, ripped my family apart and gave my daughter a fuckton of issues, but I can't help it! She's an abusive bitch that treats me like garbage. She had it coming!" So it's just lazy and shitty writing. Simple as that.

What pisses me off about this is that it takes away all of Stolas' consequences for his actions and the nuence out of a dark subject matter, making it a completely black and white issue. Cheating is no joke. It leads to emotional and psychological issues for the victim that can last for years to come. If Stella was an actual character instead of a plot device to justify Stolas' actions, she would be no different. As someone who has a close friend of mine still suffering years after her ex-fiancé cheated on her, how the show is handling this really pisses me off. Either handle these things with respect and nuance or don't add it in at all.

This is a damn shame, too. Stella and the whole cheating subplot had so much potential to be interesting. But it's all dashed in favour of lazy writing. No one deserves to be cheated on. Even women like her.

Honestly, if I written the show, I would've made her a pampered brat, who is always being pushed around and controlled by the men in her life. She genuinely loves her husband, despite it being an arranged marriage. When she figures out about this, she is super pissed and heartbroken by the act. Her brother takes advantage of her ire by convincing her to hire a hitman to kill her husband. She agrees. When that fails, he then tells her that she has to kill her daughter as well. That is when she starts to hesitate. Her brother goes behind her back to hire Striker again to carry out a hit on her daughter, but she has a change of heart and saves her life. She still hates Stolas for what he did and still is angry at him, but she just walks out of his life and goes out on her own. That way she's still a bitch, but she has hints of good in her, her motives are somewhat understandable and she has an arc of learning to stand up for herself. Idk, that's just me.

#helluva boss critical #aqua rambles

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sealrock · 5 months

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decembhyur, day 15: childhood

"why can't you be like your brother?" they would bemoan. I heard that line my entire childhood. they always compared me to him, the brat who couldn't talk and would jump at shadows. I couldn't achieve anything without being snubbed by my relatives. my grandfather despised me; I was 'a blight to the family name,' as he so delicately put it. he said many awful things about me, things a child should never hear or internalize. I was nothing. I came from nothing. I will amount to nothing. do not taint your brother with your rot. why couldn't I be like my brother... the golden child who escaped death, so beloved by my mother and stepfather? she was my mother, too. I deserved the same love as him, but she was ashamed of me. everyone rallied around him when he returned unscathed from the tragedy that robbed us of my—our mother. the adults never let him out of their sights after that. my grandfather was quick to take him under his wing... and me, as well. the bastard child. what's so egregious is that I'm also alive. does my battle with this disease not warrant the same kind of praise? of course not, I was supposed to be in the ground long before now, but what keeps me going is pure spite. I told myself as a child, during those hellish days in the manor, that I would prove the old man wrong someday, and all of my enemies would have to eat their words. sad thing is, my enemies are the ones who are supposed to take care of me, to guide me. instead they treated me worse than a dog. there's always something with this family. not that you would understand. you're like my brother. everything always came easy to him. he's a prodigy in everything he touches, and everyone adores him. my grandfather says he was born lucky—I was just lucky to be born. I don't need luck, though. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight and that's made me strong... it's made me who I am.

#decembhyur #decembhyur2023 #from evander's pov. dialogue is lifted from zuko's monologue from the end of s1. i just changed it around #who is evander talking to here? you of course. he thinks you're judging him #evander thought his mother hated him but she did everything in her power to protect him #after briseis' murder the boys were placed in priam's care but their relationship as brothers became strained #patroclus was traumatized from the murders and went mute for a few years. priam put all his attention on him but evander was pushed aside #priam pitted them against each other and made evander think he was useless #evander doesn't outright despise patroclus anymore since i changed their lore but they don't get along as well as they should #evander's inferiority complex and illness makes things worse #q.#mygposes.#ffxivsnaps #gposers #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv oc #hyur

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wehavekookies · 1 year

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Hey Kooks! Been following you since the early days of Deviantart, always loved what you’ve done with Otho since his creation!!! I’m actually very curious if you had an overall story/background for him in Dragon Age that ties in your comics/art so far? I remember from them that his father seemed to be a prolific magister and he more or less tried to follow his footsteps in blood magic, had some adventures in the fade, a Templar friend? What were your headcanons about how he dealt with the blight and years leading to Inquisiton and after?:)

Eyyyy, man, that's the Old Days lol. Thank You for sticking around <3

And yes, his story was actually completed to the very end, but it was massive, so I never got to draw / tell all of it and now it faded a bit in my memory. He never was the Player Character tho, so the idea was he only sees the events of Origins or Inquisition either from a side or from afar, or even only repercussions of them, never dealing with them directly.

Long story short: he was a son of a very powerful Magister, trained in blood magic from a young age and destined to inherit his father's position, married off for political reasons, had a child (i do that a lot with my character lol), and a bright future in Tevinvter etc, you know, fancy life but orchestrated completely by someone else's desires.

He was also a Fade Walker - not sure if that was a name, but you know, the person who can walk in and out of the Fade at will, mostly because I wanted to draw a lot of Fade lol, but then it became a thing - so he was escaping there a bit from that life, and on one of such escapades he made a deal with a Desire Demon to help him untangle himself from this situation. And so he did, grabbed his daughter and fekked off.

And then a lot of things were happening: a pampered noble with a child thrown into a wild world, demon haunting him to get their payment back (insert dramatic plot point with the demon actually possessing Otho and doing a lot of wild shit with his face on), daughter growing up and going her own direction, wife trying to find and kill him cos hey, it was her kid too you selfish brat, romancing Templars (there was more than one Templar friend, okay, it became a bit of a thing lol), and ofc walking into (or rather walking past) some interesting plot points from the actual games’ story.

There was a lot about family relationship and that became the main focus of the story, the daughter plot was a big thing, the wife plot too (plot twist: they became really good friends in the end, but it took like 30 years of trying to kill each other to get there, i mean mostly her trying to kill him), retiring with his Templar friend etc. Anyway, i guess i shifted away from in-game stuff pretty quickly towards interpersonal relationships lol.

It ended up with Otho deciding he has had enough of a life intensely lived and he walked into the Fade one day and his body didn't woke up (however it worked mechanically, i don't know, i didn't care by this point), and it was very peaceful.

Well wow, that took me places lol, very sentimental trip, thank You XD

#kooks talks #otho umbrous #dragon age #i had like 100 pages of this comic guys #no kidding

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