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hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au
(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)
BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons
nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver
both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)
i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately
they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about
(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)
nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"
twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal
eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it
sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back
(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")
eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty
kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair
(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)
anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship
kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together
they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)
nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."
(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)
eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste
sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"
friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)
eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one
anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic
#doctor who#spoop speaks#if anyone has a name for this au i'm OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS#if anyone wants to write fic/draw art for this au YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. IM ACTIVELY BEGGING. PLEASE#might delete this post if i get too self conscious it is. just. words. ew
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Hey it's been a hot minute, I'm gonna go off about Helldivers 2 for a bit, because the whole thing fascinates me.
Funnily enough it's not even the actual game itself that truly fascinates me, as great as it is. I do genuinely think that, while not perfect, it's a very solid game that knows what kind of experience it wants to deliver, and does a fantastic job delivering on it. The Starship Troopers-esque satire is hilarious, and I love how much the gameplay reinforces that satire through things like reinforcements canonically being a whole new Helldiver sent into the meat grinder, and that the mission still counts as a celebrated victory even if you never make it back alive. I could even talk about how the objectively clunky system for calling in orbital support is actually a positive for the game, but only this game and the type of experience it's selling.
But none of that is what fascinates me about this game so much. Because y'see, I played the first Helldivers game, and it was also a great bit of fun! It's actually why I was interested in the second one to begin with. But I also know that the first Helldivers was not a very wide reaching game, none of Arrowhead's games have been. They've not done poorly by any means, they're still in business and have been for over a decade now. But they've always been fairly niche affairs. Until now. To really sell the picture, I wanna rattle off player counts for their previous games:
Magicka in 2011, Arrowhead's first big game and published by Paradox, had an all-time max player count of 11,727 players according to SteamDB. I don't believe it was on any other storefronts, but I could be mistaken. A quick wikipedia visit tells me that the game sold roughly a million units over a year which, again, not bad! Especially for a game that is admittedly fairly unusual, but is a lot of fun!
The Showdown Effect in 2013, which I only just found out about right now after double checking my numbers, had a all time high of just 3,284 according to SteamDB, and is now delisted from Steam. Though apparently there's a remake from another company happening? There's a lot less info on this one in general.
Gauntlet in 2014, this one I do know a bit more about since I also played this one. A remake of the original 1985 game, and was a good bit of fun as well! This one is trickier to get an accurate player count reading, because it did have a PS4 release and those are harder to find numbers for. Regardless, it was also on Steam, so therefore I can use those numbers at least, which gives me a max consecutive player count of 12,730. I don't know how much PS4 factored into this.
And now we get to the real interesting one: Helldivers 1. Again, this is tricky because not only was it on console, but it was actually on console before it was ever on PC, which heavily skews numbers. SteamDB has the peak at just 6,744, but this doesn't sit right with me. I've seen estimates of 50k people around the place, some say 35k, but never a solid source. It's also very difficult to search atm because of how much Helldivers 2 is blowing up. Speaking of...
So Helldivers 1 is their most popular game, and I'll be generous and say that the 50k count is the accurate one. So surely Helldivers 2 can't be that much more- oh I'm not even going to pretend, you already know what's going on here. The game has reached ~450k concurrent players just on Steam alone! And the game also exists on PS5, and if I recall correctly: there's official statements saying that the player counts are roughly equal with each other. That means a peak of ~900,000 individual players. To illustrate how bonkers batshit insane that is, motherfucking Fortnite has a current consecutive player count of roughly one million.
Let me reiterate: a game that came out of basically nowhere with little marketing, from a small studio with only about 100 employees, is rivaling the juggernaut that is fucking Fortnite. That is insane.
As someone who has played all of Arrowhead's previous games besides The Showdown Effect, this is bonkers. There's a reason the sentiment was "there's no way to have predicted this" when the servers were at their worst, because look at the previous data! How is anyone supposed to predict a sequel to a niche game (from a company very few people have heard about) to get a ~1800% increase in max player count? Their initial server capacity was 250k, which would've been very optimistic if you were just going by Helldivers 1 numbers. But then that wasn't enough. And then 360k wasn't enough. And then 450k wasn't enough. We're now at 700k server capacity and just finally getting things under control. This game just exploded in a way no one could have reasonably predicted. And I have no idea why this is the case either.
I'm not saying it's not deserved; it absolutely is! Like I said, game is great, and there's not even any shitty business practices I can bitch at this time! It's just so sudden and out of nowhere that it baffles me. Such a small percentage of these players would've even heard of the first game, let alone played it. It didn't have a massive marketing campaign, this is pretty much all spread through word of mouth, which is insane in its own right. It's not even like the game is entering an untapped market, it shares its existence with games like Deep Rock Galactic, Vermintide, Darktide, the actual Starship Troopers game, probably some others I'm forgetting. And yet, despite all of this, it breached containment something fierce. I don't have a big conclusion to make from all this, I'd love to be able to say "oh people are just getting tired of Triple A- oh I'm sorry, Quadruple A gaming and this is a breath of fresh air" and it is that, as was Baldur's Gate 3, but I'm not naive enough to think that's the main reason. Not when so many other great games continue to go undiscovered, and so many people still end up buying whatever the next big Triple A thing is. It's a great game to play with friends, and there's a lot going for it and a lot of charm, but such is also the case for the other games I already listed in this paragraph and they don't see the same popularity.
Whether it's just dumb fucking luck, or a really oddly specific set of circumstances at play that I can't see, I'm just dumbfounded and flabbergasted. But I'm not exactly gonna complain. It's fun getting sent into the meat grinder to spread Managed Democracy, and I'm glad the game is doing as well as it is, though I do hope that the devs get to have a bit of rest once the dust finally settles a little bit.
#helldivers#helldivers 2#seriously if they ever need to update the example sentence for the word “unprecedented” this would be a solid candidate#this has genuinely kept me up at night before just thinking about how wild it is compared to all of Arrowhead's other games#let alone compared to just Helldivers 1
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Astarion on Halsin Leaving
I can't stop thinking about Astarion's lines when Halsin chooses to leave your party, so have a fun mini-analysis. Note that this text is pulled via datamining because I don't have all the appropriate saves atm. Since the context of your personal story is everything in this game and can wildly change how lines come across, please take my thoughts here as a fun exercise with the text and nothing more.
I think the things that are needed to fully understand where my head is at regarding his lines are two fold:
1. How Astarion talks about other companions leaving
Shadowheart and Wyll can both also leave in Act 2. His responses are as follows.
Astarion: I don't see what Shadowheart got so upset about - it was not that nice of a temple.
For Shadowheart he gently deflects the crux of the matter. This isn't surprising because he is a master of minimizing other people's grievances when he thinks they're legitimate but inconvenient. Otherwise, he responds fairly mildly.
Astarion: So, that's how the legend ends. The Blade of Frontiers, cast down to the Hells.
Hardly a fitting ending. But so few are.
Unlike Shadowheart, Wyll is forced to leave by being dragged to the hells. There's no justification he needs to rebuff for Wyll leaving the party's side, so instead, he uses it to double down on his philosophy that 'nice guys finish last and the world is a dangerous and horrible place.' Which, ironically, is not entirely unreasonable given the circumstances.
2. How other companions talk about Halsin leaving
The Good companions don't blame Halsin for leaving. Wyll even blames himself for not doing enough. Karlach also regrets the loss of another strong person around, reminding us once again that Halsin is physically imposing in the narrative, even if the stats say otherwise because of how D&D balance works.
Gale: Druids will always follow nature's purpose over any mortal threat. Halsin goes where he is needed, as must we.
Jaheira: Halsin long urged the Harpers not to abandon this land to the curse. I cannot blame him, for being unable to bear it a second time.
Wyll: I can't blame Halsin for leaving. We could have, should have, done more for him and for the cursed lands.
They may never again feel the breathe of life on them. What a shame.
Karlach: Pity about Halsin. I was getting used to having an extra Strong around. He smelled nice, too. Like outside.
(Fun fact regarding Karlch's comment: Astarion has a line where he refers to Halsin as "musky bear-fellow" - musky is also the word used to describe the attractive smell of corpse flowers - and Halsin's underwear smells like an herb garden according to its flavor text. Apparently, the guy canonically smells really good?)
Even Shar Path Shadowheart expresses regret in losing Halsin. Not because she wants to end the Shadow Curse, but because Halsin's nice to look at.
Shadowheart: This land remains cloaked by Lady Shar's power - good. A shame it cost us Halsin as a travelling companion though. He may have been misguided, but I liked looking at him.
That brings us to...
Astarion's tantrum over Halsin leaving
Go ahead and listen to it yourself first, and then I'll dive into both lines.
Astarion: Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff.
I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people.
"Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff."
This first statement is not only indignant and deflecting, it's so factually false that it's laughable. Halsin is always calm and regretful when staying behind no matter how you treat him.
Player: You have to come - I need you.
Halsin: This place needs me. I wish it were different - I truly do. As long as the curse remains, so must I.
Player: Do as you wish.
Halsin: This isn't what I wish. It's simply the way it has to be - I'm sorry.
Player: The shadow curse was always your burden - not mine.
Halsin: Yes, and so it must remain. I wish you success on your path. Had things been different, I might have walked it with you.
Player: Perhaps we can still do something to lift the curse.
Halsin: No. If you linger, you'll only jeopardise your own mission. This is my burden alone now until either the curse is lifted, or I breathe my last.
Halsin is renowned for letting people treat him horribly and taking it on the chin. Him pushing back is usually related to calmly setting boundaries or expectations. The only times I can think of offhand where he raises his voice in anger is with Kagha, if you interfere with the portal, and briefly after certain parts of the Evil companion routes, though not as intensely (I might do a write-up on that later because his reactions are interesting). He certainly never "stomp[s] off in a huff", and he's not doing it now either.
However, the way this is worded gives me pause. Because "just like [him]" said so angrily gives the impression that Halsin has reacted this way to Astarion before. Given Astarion's habit of rewriting exactly how events went down to absolve himself of accountability, it makes me wonder if Astarion's tried to get a rise out of Halsin in camp and been shut down. Since Halsin is the only Good companion at that point who is also old and worldly enough to not get flustered by Astarion's cruelty, mind games, and flirting, it wouldn't surprise me if Astarion has built up resentment. Halsin refuses to be manipulated or confirm Astarion's cynical worldview, and Astarion isn't ready to consider changing his mind with Cazador on the horizon.
"I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people."
This is, again, a false statement wrapped in a little more truth than the first. Druids are indeed infamous for putting nature above humans (see: Shadow Druids), and Halsin talks a big game about Balance and Nature. However, Halsin is probably the most people-oriented traditional druid we see in the game, going so far as to cause chaos in his grove by aggressively taking in refugees and personally traveling with an undead and servant of Shar because they need help. He chooses people over Silvanus' classic teachings so often that it's fascinating.
That aside, given what the shadow-cursed lands are doing to anyone on the way to Baldur's Gate, choosing to stay and attempt to lift the curse is hardly serving plants over people - the Absolute and the Shadow Curse are both significant threats to people. What Halsin is doing, however, is prioritizing his own problems over those of Astarion. He's setting aside the tadpole cause, not because he's selfish or duplicitous, but because he's not willing to abandon the other people he swore to help a century ago and has obsessed over ever since.
Some fun implications
Given all this information, there are many interesting ways to read Astarion's language beyond a surface "he hates Halsin and/or druids" level (gotta love his charlatan background making almost every line capable of ambiguity). Some personal favorite interpretations of his feelings:
Begrudging affection towards Halsin. Astarion has no reason to get so angry and make such absurd statements if he didn't want Halsin to stay. He certainly didn't make such a big fuss about other companions. However, since Astarion isn't in an emotional place to be able to consider Halsin's worldview seriously now that he's staring down Cazador, that admiration gets bungled into a "well screw you, I didn't like you anyway" attitude, much like how he handles some partner breakups.
Resentment and fear of being left behind or rejected. Astarion is selfish. He's been fairly consistent that he doesn't want to help others, but he also hates when no one helps him. That self-fulfilling prophecy is a rather large part of how he moves through (un)life and can easily continue through Act III depending on whether your dialog choices give him an opportunity to express it. Seeing a good person that he truly believes is good choosing something else over him makes the 'truth' of this cynical, self-centered worldview sting harder, especially as he is at his most vulnerable heading into Baldur's Gate.
Guilt for not doing more. Halsin has been clear about his priorities from the start. He's one of the most straightforward, reasonable communicators in the whole game. That means Astarion knew he would leave if the Shadow Curse wasn't lifted, especially since Halsin doesn't have a tadpole and, therefore, has no reason to risk his life for them. Since Astarion is almost universally unwilling to take blame for his own actions or inactions, he's trying to push the responsibility onto Halsin by painting him as unreasonable for following through on his stated priorities rather than let himself feel bad about not helping Halsin.
I'm sure there are even more readings you can think of, too. Hats off to this hidden bit of dialogue, the incredible delivery, and how much depth it brings to a relationship which is easy to ignore.
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I know you said you're cautiously optimistic about HS2, but the newest blog post has me kinda worried. The talk of "fixing the fans broken trust" and how even the new writers don't like a lot of story decisions that were made by the old team seem really off to me, like it's throwing the old team under the bus. I want to expect good things from HS2 but when the people working on it don't seem to like the story as it stands right now it really just seems like they might bend over backwards to appease the shitty side of the fandom. What do you think about this whole thing?
this is in reference to the october 30th 2023 news update on the hs:bc website. i give the date because the news posts don't seem to have individual links atm, so if you're reading this in the future you might have to scroll back.
to your worry that the new team might bend over backwards to appease the shitty side of the fandom, i wrote at length in my prior hs:bc post about why i don't think that's gonna be a problem. i'd also caution against reading too much into what james says about the attitude of the hs:bc team at large, for reasons that should be apparent by the end of this post.
i think it's perfectly reasonable to take a diplomatic position towards a fandom that is historically very hostile to this continuation. a lot of people haven't read the epilogues/hs2 and hate on them anyway because of what they've been told they contain, and refuse to question those received opinions on principle. many who did read them seem to have been inattentive or otherwise needlessly aggressive, sometimes owing to a baffling refusal to accept the premise of postcanon. plenty of others maybe just need a reason to think that homestuck is for them again. for this project to succeed, the fandom at large needs to be given a reason to revisit the epilogues/hs2 from a position of safety and critical distance. i have my own barbed opinions about this state of affairs, but it is what it is.
i understand and to an extent share your misgivings over that Q&A post, but it simply is not james roach's job to relitigate the conduct of the hs2 team. to even broach the subject in more than a general sense would constitute the opening of a massive can of worms, because the truth is muddy. mistakes were made on all sides, some worse than others, and to really contextualize where the hs2 team were coming from you'd need to explain the history of the hs fandom, the leadership of the reddit/discord, the overall tenor of twitter post-2016 and especially leading into/during 2020, the history of pgen and the homestuck renaissance, the lack of PR training or oversight or guidance from anyone at WP, the history of audience hostility in homestuck, and on, and on. for what it's worth, i think that context is essential-- but i don't know that anyone working on this project ought to be the ones to tell it (nor do i think they want that responsibility), and a brief casual Q&A post as a halloween treat is certainly not the place to publish it.
and ultimately, none of that has much at all to do with hs:bc. they are not beholden to or responsible for the choices made by the hs2 team. they have been entrusted with the reins of this story, and with that trust comes their own admitted desire to take it in different directions than what was initially planned. the hs2 team did this to the outline andrew hussie gave them; it's only fair that the hs:bc team has the same leeway over the outline they inherited. acknowledging fault in prior leadership, admitting disagreement over past creative decisions, is an olive branch to a largely skeptical fandom. i bristle at some of this because the hs2 team were my friends and i'm very protective of their work and that moment in history, but that isn't james roach's (nor the hs:bc team's) cross to bear. his choice, as the new public face of homestuck, is to move forward rather than linger on the past. it's good that he's burying the hatchet, frankly. i'm sick of that fucking thing.
love it or hate it, agree or disagree, the hs:bc crew has to exercise diplomacy right now. they've reopened the patreon and want to sustain this project for the foreseeable future, ideally without subjecting the workers to intensely traumatic levels of scrutiny and harassment. this involves clearing up miscommunications, admitting fault, gesturing at shared disagreements over story direction, and otherwise putting on a friendly face for strangers. and let's be clear, i know for a fact that plenty on the original hs2 team had a panoply of disagreements with the choices made in the epilogues! the operative condition here is not unquestioning devotion to / hatred of prior material, but a willingness to build upon that prior material constructively regardless. that's what matters most to me, and i have every reason to believe they're taking the constructive route.
i'll end this saying what i've been saying from the start. the measure of this project's success or failure should be taken in the work itself. if james roach blanket dismissed the prior team, but hs:bc constructively evolved in a way that didn't invalidate or undercut prior material, i'd still consider us oldschool hs2 fans the winners. i wouldn't be HAPPY about it, but the art is what we're all here for, and it's the art that people will remember. i think often about how the showrunners of the tv series LOST insisted from day one until the very end that everything in the show had a scientific explanation, despite the fact that they *always knew* this was a bald-faced lie. they told this lie because ABC did not want to fund a fantasy show and would've canceled it otherwise. some fans to this day decry the lack of scientific explanations in the text of the show, even when you point out that the promise of such explanations was false from the start.
point is, there are material realities to leading a creative enterprise. james roach has put himself in a genuinely dangerous and scary position, a fact that's easy to forget with how casual and welcoming his posts have been thus far. but this is perhaps the single most mismanaged property of the internet age, and there's no walking that back without stepping on some toes. over-correction is expected and probably necessary. if it ruffles your feathers, that's fine-- but let the work speak for itself, and judge it on its own merits. all this other stuff is ancillary and will inevitably fade into the distant fog of time.
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Full moon
Wereleopard! Trafalgar Law x fem!reader
A/n: I'm kinda busy ATM, but even if October is done, it doesn't mean I can't write sm- also, probably last part lol
My masterlist
<== last part
It's been a few weeks since the full moon, Law was fully able to relax around (y/n) to let her see his wereleopard form. Even cuddles up to her on the bed when she's cold.
(He also demands being scratched behind the ear)
It kinda surprised his closest friends because he SWORE he would never tell you but when they visited, Law was just casually cuddling against (y/n) in his full wereleopard form as she brushed his soft fur.
"You should've told me you were this warm, hehe." (Y/n) giggled making Law groan.
"Mmm..." law grumbled before glaring at his friends, "what do you want?"
"Law. Don't be mean to your friends" she laughed softly and kisses his forehead before standing up, "please make yourselves at home, I'll make you some tea."
He huffed and crossed his arms, ascowl on his face as he watched (y/n) leave the kitchen.
"Law." Bepo called, "the pack by the south... They just had children."
"What the fuck do you want ME to do?!" Law yelled in clear disdain to the south's pack.
(Law is, and currently, the leader of the northern pack)
"Don't you understand?" Shachi muttered, "most packs need an heir they can count on...!"
"So?? I'm literally just 26."
"Look... I mean having an heir isn't exactly important, but think about it. An heir is just as important as the leader itself in a pack, only the northern pack has no heir!" Penguin reasoned, "you already got married, which is a good thing, the only thing we now need is an heir"
"I still don't see what's wrong with not having an heir." Law rolled his eyes before shushing his friends when (y/n) had entered the room
"Here is your tea..." She muttered while placing the tray of hot steaming tea pot and some tea cups on the coffee table along with some biscuits she knows his friends love
"Thank you... (Y/n)" he smiled softly as he kinda turned back to his human form and kissed her, "though... Can you give us some space for a bit? We need to talk about something important"
"Oh it's alright, I was planning to do some gardening anyways. My roses are the biggest this year..." She smiled, "just call me if you need me, alright?"
"Thanks..."
She soon walked out of the room to do her gardening.
"Now, is the heir really necessary?? I don't think it is..." Law huffed
"It isn't but... It puts the pack at ease that if something were to happen, whic we hope not, were to happen to you... There's already an heir ready to... You know... Take your role." Penguin explains further
"Especially now that the eastern pack is growing more and more aggressive..." Bepo muttered
"What? Aggressive?? That leader has always been calm" Law muttered
"Hmm..." Shachi thinks to himself for a while, "I did hear from somewhere that the Pack's leader dumped him right after he proposed... Maybe that sent him into a spiral?"
"It would happen... But... For now, get a feel of the eastern pack. I'm sure he'll calm down eventually... What about the western? They've been awfully quiet, especially since their leader is... How do I say this..." Law hummed to himself
"... Rowdy?" Shachi raised a brow, "don't worry... That leader is just busy training his young one. The young one turns 6 this year."
"Is that so...?"
"And the kid is like... Really cute!" Bepo cooed.
Law groaned, "is that all you want to tell me?"
"Oh? Well..." Penguin grinned, "there's a news somewhere that, Sora, warrior of the sea, is getting another book."
"Wait... Really?" Law said with wide eyes
"Hell yeah! I'm so excited! This book apparently focuses on Sora as a person not as a warrior" Shachi cheered whole munching on some cookies.
(Yes, these four gossip a lot over tea and biscuits)
After their visit, Law helped (y/n) wash the dishes.
"I love what you did with the roses, honey" Law smiled as he looked out into the backyard, now decorated with different coloured roses.
"Awww thanks sweetie! So, what did you and the boys talked about? I bet it's Sora again. Huh?" She laughed softly.
"Oh you bet" Law grinned and started to tell her what was said in the gossip.
She listened intently with small laughs and giggles here and there, responding with some questions about this and that, just... Listening to him until they finish cleaning up.
"... Yeah. And I remember, Sora was inspired by the creator's sister, who's name is also Sora and like..." Law hummed, "the creator said that his sister has always been brave growing up. Isn't that amazing??"
Law followed (y/n) up the stairs to their bedroom
"Oh? That's quite cute actually..." She smiled before sitting him down on the bed with a serious look, "Law... I need to tell you something... I don't know what your reaction would be but..." She muttered, "wait here."
She went to their bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.
Law just sat there, wondering what she wanted to say. She then came out with something behind her back, looking rather excited.
"What's that?" He said while trying to peak.
She giggled at his attempts before calming him down and showing him a positive pregnancy test.
"I'm pregnant..." She shyly said.
Law was in shock, more because he thought he was playing it safe, "oh wait... The full moon..." He thought
He just grabbed her waist and pulled her close gently before pressing a kiss on her abdomen and placing his head against her, "fuck... I don't know how to express how happy I am..." He groaned
She laughed and ruffled his hair, "it's alright... At least now I know you liked the news"
"Liked... Liked?? I LOVED it!" He smiled before hugging her tightly.
She just laughed even louder until he stood up and kissed her.
"Alright, you LOVED it." She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"I love you..." He muttered before kissing her forehead
"I love you too..."
But the he remembered something, "wait... What if... My child has the same curse as me...?"
"Law..." She cupped his face
"I..."
Law wasn't always a wereleopard, Law used to be a happy little boy in his small village until a couple of ruffians, that he now realized was a really mean pack, terrorised his village and unfortunately killed his parents but cursed him and his sister, sadly, his sister didn't survive the curse...
Law didn't even notice himself crying until soothing hands were wiping away his tears and a smooth voice coaxing him to calm down.
"Come now..." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled Law unto the bed.
He immediately buried his face in her chest and his arms around her waist tightly, silently curing against her at the sudden pull from memory train.
"Ahh... It's okay... It's okay, I'm here..." She soothes him while running her fingers through his inky black strands.
"Thank you..." He finally muttered once he had calmed down, "I don't know what I would be without you" he smiled up at her Smas she smiled down at him.
She only chuckled softly and kisses his forehead, "let's arrange this tomorrow? Good thing you're off from work for a week."
He nods with a smile.
5 months later, Law finds himself craving for something.
Though he knew (y/n) was pregnant, and a bump was already showing, he can't help himself at full moon.
While she helps him all the time, her hand wasn't simply enough.
Especially now that a bump is showing and it is said in her ultrasound that she might have twins or triplets, it'll be harder for her to reach him.
"(Y/n)..." He muttered, his body as hot as a furnace and trembling at any motion, his tail stood on end, his fur wa slightly sticky with sweat, his pupils were blown wide with arousal.
"Hm? Oh dear..." She gasped when she rubbed his cheeks, making him pur, "you're in heat... Again? I thought it only happens in the full moon?"
"It... It does but... It's not enough... I'm sorry, but I want to feel you. Touch you... Taste you with my mouth... Please... Is there anyway...?" Law practically begs her with such pleading eyes.
She hummed softly, "u-uhm... I don't know if it's alright but... You know... I have two holes..." She shyly suggested with a deep blush, "ah-! Forget it! It's embarrassing...!"
"Wait... No, it's alright. I like that idea...!" Law grinned mischievously before slowly approaching her
"Ah-ah." She smiled at him making him pause, "wipe the table and help me clean the house first, just some vacuuming and mopping will do."
"I should've known..." He mumbled
"Hehe."
...
"Is it alright if I clean up first...?" She asked with a small smile as he nodded
"It's alright."
She kissed his forehead softly before going to the bathroom.
Law pulled out the necessary "tools" he'd need which is simply just lube.
He waited patiently (and excitedly) on the bed until she was finished.
She came out of the bathroom in only her underwear, highlighting her belly bump slightly.
"I hope this is alright as well...?" She asked as soon as Law got up and kissed her deeply.
"It's sexy..." He muttered before snapping off her bra and throwing it away, "they're growing nicely for the baby."
He smirked slightly before playing with her tits.
"Law..." She laughed before gasping when he carried her to the bed and gently placing her down.
He then crawled to be on top of her, his hand drawing soft circles on her belly.
Law was currently in his wereleopard form, it made (y/n) wonder... Since his physique changed, would there be a chance that his thing grew a little? The thought had her squirming
"Thinking unholy thoughts, aren't we?" He smirked making her blush deeply.
"J-just do it already... I'm waiting." She pouted
"So am I..."
He soon removed her panties and throwing them somewhere before lifting one of her legs to his shoulders and coating his free hand with lube.
"This might feel weird..." He warned before rubbing the outside of her back hole making her whine.
"Law..." She moaned softly before gasping in pleasure when he slipped a finger inside, he started thrusting his finger inside slowly until he changed his pace, adding another and another until he stretched her out so well and coated her, inside and out, with lube.
"There... I hope it doesn't hurt" he smiled before coating himself with some lube as well and pumping it, coating his dick with some shiny lube.
(Y/n) can't help but stare and "observe". His member sure is bigger and has more veins than his usual one, she's not complaining though.
"Here goes..."
She whined slightly when he pressed his tip against her hole before slowly but surely pushed in with slightly ease.
It stung for a moment until pleasure kicked in, he was stretching her other hole up deliciously until he was all the way inside with a groan.
"So tight... Warm..." He growled almost animalistic while he waited for her to adjust.
By now, he had both her knees up to his shoulders, his hands on her hips, grinding her against him softly.
"L-law...! Please..!" She gasped before unconsciously clenching against him with a moan.
He groaned before lacing his fingers against hers and pinned them on the bed, his other free hand then gripped her waist before starting to thrust into her.
At first, his pace was kept to a medium, eliciting small moans and gasps from her until he could feel his animal side break and turn her to her hands and knees before thrusting deep inside.
She howled moans as he kept slamming himself in and out of her sorry little ass like the animal that was controlling him. He leaned over and hugged her real tight, a hand on her belly as he continued to thrust inside her
"L-law...! Ah- so... S-so good!" She moaned loudly.
Her moans were enough to fuel him more into a rougher state, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. Like an animal in deep heat.
She kept moaning loudly that she feared her neighbors would hear, but that thought was thrown out the window once he hit a special spot inside her making her newly and drool with pleasure, "l-law...! Right there!" She moaned some more before he started abusing the spot.
"Law...! I-i cant-" she gasped when she feels herself start to tighten up into a warm recoil before releasing intensely with a moan.
He growled loudly and fastening his pace, roughing it up more, until he felt her squeeze the life out of his dick. He growled lowly into her ear and thrusted deeply inside her to spray her insides with his sticky cum.
Thrusting a few more, to make sure she drinks every single bit of him, he pulled out slowly and helped her get settled on the bed.
Law could still see his own cum leak out of her slowly as she panted heavily
"Much better..." He muttered before cuddling against (y/n) with his soft fur being her pillow
"That... Wasn't so bad..." She panted softly and hugging him
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She shook her head before going to sleep.
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Oh boy, things are extremely rough atm. Can you recommend any healthy coping mechanisms? I literally don’t know a single one that works for me except for self destruction and being on my phone until I don’t feel anything anymore. And apparently that’s not what we’re supposed to do when we’re sad
ok so unfortunately all of my healthy coping mechanisms only half work for me and it's a total gamble whether or not they're going to on any given day. and none of them ever cure my mental illness which is annoying. like they're not fail-proof solutions and a lot of the time they're simply frustrating in fact it often feels laughable to even try them. a walk is not going to make any of this better. but consistency DOES strengthen your coping skills like a weak muscle. like even after 3 days of practicing them i'm like Ok well i feel like shit but i survived without hurting myself and that was the whole point. not a cure but a tool. ok i'm just going to list them because otherwise, i will ramble forever. btw it's ok to do like, even half of one of these per day. there's no need to overwhelm yourself at all :) coping is coping.
meditation - it sounds and feels like bullshit but i follow this youtube called great meditation and they upload 10 min guided meditation sessions and they have truly gotten me through a lot of low moments at this point. sometimes i feel much better after and sometimes i barely notice a difference but the point is i've sat and breathed for a bit
journaling - i thought i needed some sort of mental health diary for this but then i just opened a google doc and followed these mental health journal prompts ( just one every other day, nothing overwhelming, and no pressure to write a lot or to write anything in particular) and it helped me organise my thoughts and notice the patterns i was/am locking myself into. there's also trauma processing prompts online if that is what you're after.
free writing - again just opening a word doc but this time you just write without thinking literally letting go and putting down whatever words your fingers type - no judgement no curation no performance no expectations.
submerging my face in cold water, holding ice cubs - good for grounding.
crying my eyes out, purposefully listening to sad songs or watching sad movies in order to do so - cleansing, painful, tires you out and can make you feel renewed briefly.
breathwork - again there's some great youtube vids for this. i do this 20 min nervous system reset somewhat often, but there's shorter ones that are also very effective. box breathing also helps if you just need a simple go to - breathe in for 4, hold for 4, our for 4.
lie down on a hard surface or the floor with your back straight - another grounding thing. to occupy your mind during this you can name 5 things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one you can taste.
pat your arms, legs, stomach, head, chest gently and breathe deeply - again it can be grounding.
watch trail cam vids of cute animals, use the wikipedia page generator to read up on smth you've never really thought about before, download duolingo and start learning a language. not to become fluent just to get your mind out of the place it's in, even for 5 minutes.
literally just move around especially outside - HATEEE to say it but stretching on your bedroom floor, going for a walk, following an exercise video etc - it can really help you feel a bit less stale and myopic. if it's too much, opening a window is a good start. or simply standing outside your house for 2 minutes and going back in. the air will feel good.
make sure all your bases are covered - have you eaten, have you slept, have you showered, have you talked to someone in the last few days, are you hydrated? if not, make a small move towards doing one of those things. feeling like crap physically only compounds how crap you feel mentally and so the cycle perpetuates.
scream, punch/throw pillows, snap pencils, stab at paper with pens.
affirmations - i'm trying to build a list of ones that resonate with me specifically because a lot of them don't LOL. but there's a lot of good resources online for this. one of my favorite current ones is: doing a little is better than doing nothing. a job half done is better than a job not done at all.
do something creative - it's not about being an artistic genius it's about doing something tangible with your hands and getting out of your head and using the space in your brain to focus on something that doesn't feel doomed. drawing, singing, cooking, playing an instrument, writing, whatever you want. you don't have to have done it before. you can just do it.
talk to someone you trust/care about, let them in even a tiny bit. it's ok to verbalise these things. give them a fair chance to be there for you the way you'd want to be there for them. i know it's hard, all of this is, but it's not impossible. also, look for any communal resources you can find - support groups, local therapists who may offer sliding scale prices that are affordable. it all sucks but it's something.
will add more when/if any come to mind. i'm sorry you're feeling like this and i sincerely hope it all becomes a bit lighter for you soon. sending so much love. x
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Do you ever look at a rwby character that's training to be or already is a badge carrying law enforcement officer in canon and think to yourself "damn, I wouldn't trust this person to be a waterpark attendant, I wouldn't trust this person to hold my place in a line so I could use the bathroom, if this person offered me a car ride home so I didn't have to walk I would turn them down because I don't trust them to do that."
Because I do. And somehow the fact that they might not make the best hunters is something that's not ever even really talked about in the show, at all.
Yang? Joined the Hunter academies for the thrills, had a wildly out of control temper and tbh still does, showed some anti-faunus discrimination leading Blake around with a laser pointer, and these days responds to conflicts by launching into fight mode and wanting to solve things through violence, plus doesn't seem interested in working if it's boring if her reaction to Jaune's to-do list and her exasperation through V9 is anything to go by. And she's completely rejecting any and all opportunity to recognize flaws and grow as a person atm, and seems to think admitting flaws or rethinking your past choices is villainous behavior based on her 'that's what Ironwood thought' shut down when Ruby started questioning herself and her treatment of Ren.
Weiss? Starts out as a raging anti-faunus bigot suggesting they call the police on Blake and comparing Faunus to trash cans, idolizes her 'hero' grandfather despite the fact that he was a capitalistic billionare who (iirc) tried to strip Vacuo of its resources and built the SDC into the fabric of society. Recently, she pointed what was essentially a loaded gun in the face of an underage auraless civilian because he didn't immediately spring out of the way and let her enter his house - and no, him being her brother doesn't mean that was okay. She also doesn't actually seem concerned with doing actual work if it isn't super big and important and flashy.
Jaune? He wasn't even sort of ready to enter Beacon when he did. He cheated his way in when he didn't even know what aura was, and the only reason he didn't die was because of Pyrrha saving his ass and trying to train him, and even then, he was leagues behind the others and the only reason Cinder didn't murder him at Haven was author-plot armor. But now that he's got twenty some years of work under his belt (which I still really resent) he's also doing things like calling clearly sentient people stupid and treating them like five year olds, and yelling in the face of a seventeen year old that she's responsible for plans he had just as much of a hand in as she did and victim blaming her for being attacked by an evil villain who was trying to murder her.
(To be clear, for the above three characters, I'm not saying 'they point blank should not ever have been hunters because of their traits and/or flaws and/or flawed motivations, I'm just saying that I would've wanted there to be more of themselves and others questioning it and them working on their flaws specifically and squaring away some of their more selfish motivations before becoming law enforcement officers with badges.)
COCO? She likes being feared, her friends lovingly describe her as sadistic, she thinks letting teammates have a say is a sign of a weak leader, she's judgmental towards people from Vacuo, she gives strong anti-Faunus vibes and it's treated like it's okay because she's friends with Velvet, she tells Velvet NOT to fight when Grimm are bursting into Vale in V2 and then leisurely takes her time fighting one Grimm because she apparently can't be bothered to care when civilian's lives are on the line, she makes snap judgements about people for no reason, and also she's a big old hypocrite, and defies authority carelessly.
CARDIN?!?! You would think they would've at least addressed CARDIN properly, as a real actual significant problem, since he was a future badge carrying law enforcement officer who also targeted minorities, and tried to blackmail people, and gave off strong misogynist vibes, and liked knocking around his own teammates when they got in his way. Like???? The only thing we know changed in Cardin's behavior was that he was leaving Jaune and Jaune's friends alone because Jaune had 'stood up to him.' The writers didn't think that it was important that we as an audience got to see him either get hardcore checked and start being not that way, or get expelled and restricted from continuing on as a Hunter due to his behavior? We're just supposed to be like 'oh well, there's Cardin the anti-faunus power play loving blackmailer training to be a hunter, but that doesn't matter because the writers only cared about him to bully Jaune so who cares about him now?'
I'd like to actually engage with this story! I'd like to actually have the story of rwby discuss what being a hunter means and how some of these characters aren't well suited currently to be hunters. The writers have no interest in actually making their characters good Hunters or figuring out what being a 'good hunter' even means (case in point, V9,) and instead just expect everyone to be on board with absolutely no reflection. Why should I think Weiss deserves her hunter badge again? Why should I think Jaune deserves his hunter badge? I don't currently think they should be hunters because I feel like they haven't even thought about if they really want it or would be good at it. Because ever since V2, it's just been a foregone conclusion to the writers that the mains (all dropouts in their first year) are Hunters and deserve it and will be great at it, but they've never actually bothered to convince me of it with some of these characters. They expected their audience to just think it too, and shrug and accept it, and they now refuse to engage with the flaws their characters have either or whether or not their traits are well suited to the task of being a badge carrying law enforcement officer, so... Yeah. I wish that the show challenged the 'of course they're all destined to be hunters' thing.
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Cat-astrophe
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Summary
"When your frenemy Charlotte had discovered you were fired from Sumeru's news outlet and had moved to Fontaine to rid yourself of embarrassment, the pink haired female immediately dedicated an entire day to cheer you up. Little did you know, someone else would do a better job than her."
Warnings/Spoilers
Written during 4.1
100% Ooc moments
Flirting / Teasing
Love at first sight cliché trope
GN!Reader x Lyney
Reader is from Sumeru
Reader is NOT traveller
Reader has a cat (Mechanical cat if you're allergic to real cats)
100% Fluff this time
[C/N]= Cat's name
Shorter fic, kinda
Spoilers from Lyney's story quest (?)
Rizzing by yours truly
Reader may or may not have a vision (Irrelevant in the fic, it's up to your interpretation)
Reader needs a hat lol
Charlotte talks for like 6 paragraphs and magically disappears for another 30 paragraphs
A/N: This one's a little more random than the one I made for Thoma, but I couldn't resist not kaking a little oneshot for Lyney, he's precious ♡
I'm having semi-finals exams before my ACTUAL exams atm, so the SMAU is on hold until (Likely) 2024 January (This exams important) ;-;
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"Here! Try this!"
You let out a startled noise when the pink haired female suddenly placed a giant hat on your head, it tilts downwards, obscuring your vision. "Uh... th-this feels... a little too big." You let out an awkward laugh as you took the hat off, admiring the fabric and it's designs, but it wasn't your taste.
Charlotte sighed, taking the hat back from you. "C'mon... you've worn that hat ever since you joined Sumeru's news outlet. Isn't it time for some change?" She inquired, scanning the shelves for a hat that suited your appearance.
You chuckled as you glanced outside, ensuring your feline companion was still waiting patiently outside, it's eyes gazing at you with curiosity. You let out a snort, waving at your companion who began pawing at the shop's window. You could hear it meowing for your attention.
"Ohh... how about this one?" Once again, a hat— much larger than the last, completely obscures your vision once more. You yelped, before lifting the comically large hat off your head, raising a brow at the ridiculous size. "No?" The pink haired girl frowned, before groaning as she took the hat away from you and went straight back to searching for another one.
"Charlotte, this isn't necessary. I like my hat..." You quipped as you watched her scan through the rack of hats, tracing little shapes on the ground with your foot, feeling a little bored. "...Plus, most of these hats are ridiculously huge."
You've been rivals with her ever since you first met while travelling to Fontaine for an interview regarding the disappearing cases with young women. After discovering you were part of a news outlet in Sumeru, the both of you hit off and became friends— rivals when it came to work.
But after learning that you were fired for accidentally handing in an incomplete assignment (Which, she thought was a horrible reason to fire you for, you rarely made mistakes in your job), you had moved to Fontaine with your cat to rid yourself from embarrasment and apply to work for the news outlet there with Charlotte, she was ecstatic.
But of course, despite your reassurance that you weren't too affected after getting fired, she still wanted to 'cheer you up'. Obviously, she just wanted to hang out with you.
Now, here you are— dragged to a hat boutique by the cryo-wielding female along with your cat, who thought the hat you wore during your time working at Sumeru's news outlet should be removed for no apparent reason.
"Nonsense! You've been wearing that hat ever since the birth of The Seven!— Oh! Maybe we can wear the same hats!" Charlotte chirped, holding up a hat similar to the one on her head.
Without letting you protest, she plops it down on your head, a perfect fit. You chuckled, about to take it off, but eventually lowered your hand, she looked like a child getting praised when you left the hat on you.
"Eh... I guess this one's pretty good. What do you think, [C/N]?" You asked rhetorically with a light chuckle, turning wround to face your companion behind the window's glass.
It's gone.
Panic immediately settles in as adrenaline slowly coursed through your blood, lowering the hand and handing back to Charlotte who also realized your feline companion was now gone. "[C/N]?... [C-C/N]!?"
You tossed the hat back to Charlotte and sprang out of the boutique, looking around frantically for your companion who had disappeared. "[C/N]!?" You exclaimed, ignoring the few confused and worried looks you received from the citizens nearby.
"[Name]! W-Wait!" You ignored Charlotte's words as you began to ran, looking for [C/N] who couldn't have wandered off too far— it was just waiting outside the boutique 2 minutes ago!
As you kept on running while calling out to your feline companion, you hear the sound of applause nearby, briefly netting your attention.
A crowd of people had gathered by the side of the road, clapping with excitement and joy in their eyes as a young male voice sounded in the middle. "Now, take a look inside my hat, everyone. See how there's nothing inside? Pay attention now... blink and you may miss it— voila!" Out comes three doves flying out from the crowd, causing the spectators to erupt into another round of applause.
The sound of the dove's wings flapping in the air grew softer as they flew away, the only sound that briefly caught your attention was the melodious laughter of the same young man's voice. "Adieu, little doves!... Ah? What's this?"
At first, you shook your head, you couldn't afford to lose your cat in a whole city and get distracted by some guy with a nice voice, you couldn't even see him.
Until you heard that familiar meow you've been hearing for several years. "Why, hello there, little one! I see you've been attracted by those doves."
Without a doubt, that meow belongs to your cat. You approached the crowd, slipping past the spectators and uttering out apologies. Your mind was focus on the meowing as the crowd quietly murmured about your panic-stricken expression, concerned about what made you so anxious. The voice continues to speak. "What are you reaching for?... Oh! This feather from the doves? Of course you may have it!"
There it is— your cat, excitedly pawing at a feather in the hands of a young man with pale skin and mesmerising violet eyes, his ash blond hair pulled back into a braided style, a tear shaped mark on his right cheek. He was kneeling down next to your cat, lightly waving the feather with an amused and calm smile, his twinkling with endearment.
"[C/N]!" You immediately called out, bringing his attention as his eyes travelled to meet yours. Your cat's ears perked up, turning to see you before letting out a meow and running to your side.
It loops your leg, gazing up at you as it tilts it's head to the side, looking as innocent as ever. "You scared me half to death..." You sighed out as you squatted down, carrying your feline companion into your arms before standing back up, now facing the charming young man in front of you.
"Such a playful companion you have there." He chuckled, holding the feather and bringing it close to your cat. It's ears twitched, pawing at the feather as you grew aware of all eyes still on you. "I can tell neither of you are from Fontaine— it's a pleasure to meet you Mx...?"
"[Name]. My name is [Name]."
"[Name]. Welcome to Fontaine!" He greets, giving you a polite bow as he removes his top hat, bringing it to his chest. He takes your hand into his, pressing a light peck on your knuckles.
Your face grew warm as you held your cat in one arm, it didn't help when you heard teasing giggles from the crowd behind you. You shook out of your embarrasment, giving him a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, monsieur...?"
"Lyney. You may just call me Lyney, there's no need to be so formal around me. We're all friends here, are we not?" He quipped, straightening back once more as he placed his hat back on his head. "I'm a magician in Fontaine, it's a pleasure to have a foreigner attend my little magic show on the streets. Even if the tricks i'm using are rather plain and simple."
You remembered Charlotte talking about a pair of siblings in her letters that were known to be famous magicians, rambling on and on about wanting to get their interviews from certain performances. "Pleasure's all mine, Lyney." You hummed, your cat purring in agreement. "I hope my cat didn't disturb your show too much..."
"Nonsense— if anything, it gave quite the show to the audience as well." Lyney reassured, reaching behind the ear of your cat. "Besides... you cat's a helpful little fella." Out comes a small, gorgeous flower, a Rainbow Rose to be exact, it's soft and silky pastel pink petals shining under the sun.
The audience let out soft gasps, your eyes widening in surprise, looking down at your cat who's ears perked up, using it's hind legs to scratch the area where the flower was pulled from. That was rather impressive. "Allow me to present you with a magic trick." The magician chirped, holding out the Rainbow Rose in his hand. He clears his throat, taking a small step back and holding the flower up high, speaking in a clear and confident tone.
"Please pay attention to this Rainbow Rose in my hand, 3... 2... 1."
The small audience erupts with gasps.
It vanishes with a flick of a wrist, as if it was a mere illusion that could be washed away with a simple swish of a hand, his nimble gloved fingers barely giving anyone a chance to see where it went. For a magic trick so 'simple and plain', you were impressed and amazed at how clean he initiated these tricks.
You hear the audience behind you murmuring amongst themselves, impressed and waiting in anticipation, the young children amongst the crowd spewing out questions on the flower's whereabouts.
"A magician never reveals their secrets." The blonde male awnsered, winking at you. His grin widened upon seeing the blush on your face only grow brighter.
He snaps his fingers. "Now, I invite all of you to check your clothing."
You hear everyone scrambling to check their clothing, the sound of fabric ruffling against one another, followed by murmurs of either disappointment or confusion.
You raised a hand, feeling something soft nestled onto your upper clothing. "Ah?" You moved your gaze down to see the Rainbow rose that was previously on Lyney's hand— now reappearing on the collar of your clothing.
Your cat meows as it plays with the silky, colourful petals of the flower. You let out a soft gasp as you plucked the Rainbow Rose off your clothing, holding it in your palm as the audience gave another round of applause at the small, yet, impressive trick Lyney did.
Lyney let out a soft chuckle as it strings into your ear, like a lulling melody composed by a soft tune and a gentle voice. "Ah— there it is! It seems you might be classified as a thief in Fontaine— a cute one to be exact."
Your cheeks flushed a deep red at his words, it didn't help that he he didn't stop there. He used both hands to cup the bottom yours that held the rose, his violet eyes locked with yours as he gave you a cheeky smile.
That damned smile...
Oh how it made your heart flutter so effortlessly.
"Now that begs the question; did you steal that Rainbow Rose— or did you use it as a distraction to steal my heart instead?"
"P-Pardon?" You stammered over your words, and he did not stop there.
"Now, that sort of crime earns you a place in the Meropide of Foretress— but even that place wouldn't dare house a bed for you, you're just far too cute and precious to be declared guilty in the first place." He chirped, using his free hand to take the rose away from your hands and going behind his back. With his other hand still holding the bottom yours, he tilts it, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
Getting flirted in public by a charming young magician whom you had just met mere minutes ago while surrounded by a small audience was not what you expected after moving to Fontaine.
He lets out a hearty chuckle, his shoulders shaking lightly as the audience cooed at your flustered reaction, the rosy hue on your cheeks only flushing a brighter shade. What a... charming, yet, mischievous young man.
"A-Ah, uhm..." Your gaze diverts from his, rubbing the back of your nape with a free hand as you held your feline companion in your other hand— unsure of how to reply as your eyes subtly dart around the audience faces. Did this embarrassing little moment have to be carried out in public?
Sensing your slight discomfort, the corner of his cheeky grin falters, giving you a soft and apologetic smile for putting you on the spotlight for too long. "Well, that reminds me of another small trick!— Would you like to see another one? I call this..."
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"Oh, thank the Archons— I've found you!" Charlotte's voice sounded from nearby, followed by the sound of boots rapidly clicking against the concrete pavement you stood next to while chatting with Lyney.
You turned around, almost dropping your cat when the pink haired female suddenly wrapped her arms around your torso. You yelped, your cat letting out a panicked meow as it leaps out of your arms as you were tackled to the ground, the pink haired female proceeding to lecture you for running off.
"Are you insane? You had me worried to death!" Charlotte huffs, narrowing her eyes as her brows furrowed with disappointment. "Do you have any idea on how huge the city of Fontaine is?— You could have stumbled upon something or someone dangerous, and I wouldn't even know where to begin searching for you! Just because the serial disappearances have stopped, doesn't mean you can just meander around all over the place without telling me!"
As you could only give her a sheepish smile and guiltily nod along to her lecturing, Lyney gently scooped your cat into his arms, he cooed quietly to your feline friend. "Your owner seems to be in a pickle, wouldn't you agree, [C/N]?"
You companion meows in response, it's nose twitching with curiosity as it lifts a paw to bat at Lyney's hat— a black cat's head with peculiar eyes and a sharp toothy grin emerging from beneath, gazing down at [C/N].
Your eyes averted from Charlotte to Lyney, watching as he handles two cats communicating with eachother through meows and occasionally gently batting eachother with their paws. He grins at their endearing curiosity, holding your companion with one hand and the other struggling to keep his hat in place.
The sound of Charlotte's yapping was muffled in your ears, your lips quirking into a fond smile, watching your curious companion having fun while the young magician was pampering it.
His eyes met yours, a calm, yet, cheeky smile appearing on his features, pale skin tinted in a faint rosy hue when you caught him in this little predicament. You were in no diffrent situation yourself.
He chuckled, his attention returning to the two cats playing with eachother, his voice reaching your ears and causing your heart to melt.
"...So, only a few days in Fontaine and you've already found yourself a crush, I see?"
Charlotte whispered close to your eyes, a brow raised as she watched the way your face flared up a bright shade of red, you leaned away from her and began stammering over your words while frantically wavings your hands, denying her words.
"H-Hey! That's not what this is all about!" You managed to stutter out, but the cryo-wielding female only scoffed at your denial.
"Come now, [Name]— I'm no detective, but you're giving heart eyes to Lyney! I could be blindfolded and see how you've fallen head over heels for him!... Hey... wait..." She trails off, her teal eyes suddenly sparkling with what seemed like inspiration and excitement.
You were about to call her name, thinking she might've fallen into some sort of trance— when you were met with Monsieur Verite, her camera, shoved into your face.
"Tell me, [Name]— Are you perhaps planning to court the young magician, Lyney? What are your methods? How will you react if he rejects or accepts you? Will you plan to—"
One question after another, she sends a barrage of ridiculous questions your way while keeping your face in shot of her camera. Was this really how Charlotte interviews people in Fontaine?
You're somewhat impressed and proud of her persistence... and slightly disappointed in this method at the same time.
"Come on! Just treat this as a sort of collab between co-workers! I'll share our pay in half! Just awnser a few words, please?" While you're busy trying to move out of the frame, she contonues directing the camera at you, determined to get a scoop about a foreigner and the famous magician's love life.
"...Well, I can't say I hadn't forseen Charlotte trying to strike up another scoop related to me, even if [Name] isn't my significant other..." Lyney quietly laughed under his breath, the cat underneath his hat and yours watching his reaction carefully. He winks at them, a small but genuine smile donning his face as he gazed back at you, eyes full of amusement and adoration.
"...Yet."
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin oneshots#genshin lyney#genshin impact lyney#genshin lyney x reader
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Atla The Rift comic sucks part 1
Comparing apples and zucchinis
The past vs future, change vs tradition is very interesting dilemma to explore. And they've chosen two good representatives for each side - Aang, the last of his kind and the avatar vs Toph who refuses to be bound, creates new style of bending utilizing modern structure, does what she wants really. Secondary are acolytes vs factory, same thing. And my God do they suck at pitting these two against each other. Both of these sides take everything in the world and go me. Like those Katara touches necklace memes "lets eat. my mother used to eat". Connecting things that have very little to do each other just so we can have a conflict. misunderstanding but it's unintentional. They just lost the ability to make comprehensive parallels.
100+ year old ritual = bad parenting
Rituals are rooted in tradition. We do them because they are symbolic, we do what we do because that's how it's done. We honor our roots, ancestors etc etc
The phrase triggers unhappy memories for Toph, particularly of her restrictive childhood. Fair enough. But. Some of these aren't even "tradition", her parents were just like that. "This is how it's done" is no logical response to "why can't I play with other kids". There have to be rich kids with friends out there. Blind kids with friends. This is solely Beifong issue. I despise forced parallels
The following statement is just incorrect:
He didn't forget (although 100+ years are justifiable excuse). He was 10 and wasn't paying attention in the first place, figured there is plenty more festivals to remember. It wasn't celebrated because the peeps are dead. A genocide if you will. The world wouldn't end even if there were no humans around, doesn't mean we should just cease all cultural activities
Also it was ESTABLISHED that we're doing this for AANG. You know, our beloved friend the last Airbender? He wants to honor his long gone culture for a special day. Also also past avatar has something important to say, what if something happens (and something ALWAYS happens)
Instead of addressing any of this Aang goes the air nomad philosophy route. just WHY? These are not insults just for the sake of insulting, they have opposing views and should talk about it maybe. Were not even in the place to have change vs tradition argument, we're just having a field trip atm. Simple "this is really important for me and I want to share this day with my found family" solves everything but noooo. Zen mode, it will sort itself out, I'm not actively getting involved (man. this is TOPH. you should know better. rock beats airbender etc etc)
Toph is mean just to be mean. Not the cuddliest character but when did she go around insulting your every move? Especially since they didn't really ask her to do anything. You don't have to actively participate, why are you complaining in every panel? OOC behavior just to keep that gaang rift nice and divided
I can't spend 30 seconds to explain why we're about to be pulverized but I can do ancient history 101
he doesn't deny this! why. to have aang vs toph and co that's why. the most pointless fight in existence. because we have time for that apparently
the spirit is just asshole in the end
I'm not pulling caps for this. Yangchen did everything to keep her promise, not her fault Sozin happened. And let's not forget people ran away in all directions from fire nation for a century, why wouldn't they inhabit this nice empty land? The spirit was angry about his friend's demise (turns out she did that herself and is very chill. And can manifest freely too). Spirit does not ask for balance in any way, shape or form, humans must die so that I can have this land to stare at. What if some spirits decided to reside in Ba Sing Se, we destroy entire city? I thought that refinery screwing nature was going to be the big plot point but nope. Cabbage restaurant -gone. Houses - gone. You can't even walk here, disrespectful, gtfo. Extreme situation that calls for stupid resolution - spirit dead. Although looking back I can find some appreciation for not managing to tie everything nicely, cookie cutter avatar style. But imagine how much better it would've been if conflicts were well written in the first place
We got another festival so all is well?
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YEAHHHH LMAOO that was the only time I've sent an ask on anon idk why I was so anxious that day LMAOOO
Tho I will say I've debated asking this one question to u so many times and everytime I wanna go on anon but then I realise it would not. Make any sense . If I was on anon so I've just refrained from asking lmaoo (which wow brain as soon as I typed this I've forgotten the question. Good job brain)
ANYWAYS MHMHMHM it's of a strawberry flower!! It's genuinely just such a gorgeous tatt I'd want it for myself even if it wasn't matching so I feel very comfortable getting it in the case we ever split up or anything <3
OOHHH THANK YOU YES PLS FEEL FREE TO GIVE ADVICE I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE both for traveling solo in another country (I am Scared) and also tattoo after care?? Like. It's gonna be above my ankle how careful of socks/pants should I be :000
I mean if you ever wanna go on anon to ask me something that's totally fine I get it, and also if you're ever worried about asking me something just know that if I ever don't want to answer a question for any reason (ie: the answer isn't something I want to divulge publicly, I don't feel comfortable talking about that subject, I feel like I just don't have a good answer, etc.) I just won't answer it. it doesn't mean I'm going to hold a grudge against someone who asks me something I don't wanna answer. I get it, people are curious or have questions or whatever and that's fine! if I don't wanna answer I simply won't and that doesn't mean I'm upset or annoyed or anything like that
oooo a strawberry flower sounds so pretty!! I'm sure that's gonna look amazing
okay advice time for travel + tattoos under the cut bc it got long
oh yeah I was gonna say you're from canada right? I think going through customs is a bit easier for US/Canadian citizens traveling between the two countries, but still good luck with the lines. other advice I have for traveling in another country solo... while you might consider getting your currency exchanged, almost everyone and everywhere takes card these days so as long as you have a card that can be used internationally (I believe mastercard and visa are pretty much usable in every country, although I'm sure if it's just between the US and Canada most cards are fine, just make sure to check). but also if you do wanna do currency exchange, wait until you're in the US to do that or else you'll get ripped off. once you're in the US just go to an ATM and withdraw cash from your bank account, and it'll come out in US dollars without the additional fee you'd get from going to a currency exchange place
OKAY TATTOO TIPS
I think most tattoo artists these days use second skin after giving someone a tattoo. it's basically a sticky thin sheet of plastic that the artist will put on top of the tattoo after it's finished, and usually your artist will instruct you to leave it on anywhere from 24 hours to several days. any artist worth their salt will properly explain how long to keep it on for, what to expect and look out for, etc. the second skin will protect the tattoo so you won't have to worry about it rubbing against fabric in the initial few days after getting it. although I'll say taking that stuff off is a BITCH it's like peeling a bandaid off but so much worse
however, your artist might not use second skin. out of my five tattoos, only two of the artists I've been to used second skin which is apparently unusual because from what I've heard from tattoo artists is that it's pretty much standard at this point to use it. however because only my latter two tattoos used second skin, I didn't realize that I have reactions to second skin that make it not suitable for me to use. you might have a reaction as well and that's ok! for me at least my reaction wasn't anything bad, it's just that I noticed a lot of redness around the second skin and when I took it off (earlier than I was supposed to) it left marks around my tattoo that didn't go away for 6 months. so yeah in the future if I go to an artist and they want to use second skin, I'm going to refuse because I've healed 3 tattoos perfectly fine without it. so if your artist doesn't use second skin (and tbh even if they do because you'll need this once you take the second skin off) buy some aquaphor. your artist is probably going to instruct you to wash the tattoo with antibacterial soap 2-3 times a day, and afterwards you should put a thin layer of aquaphor on top of the tattoo to protect it and soothe any dryness or scabbing. it might seem annoying to wash a tattoo so many times a day, but trust me once it starts scabbing you're going to want to wash it because it itches and the aquaphor calms it down.
having the tattoo on your ankle might be tricky since it's too cold to wear shorts, and the hem of your pants might rub against it. try to wear pants that are looser around your ankles (no skinny jeans or leggings) so that the fabric doesn't irritate it. and try to wear socks that don't touch the tattoo.
above all though, your tattoo artist should be able to tell you everything I just told you. don't be afraid to ask them questions. they want your tattoo to heal nicely bc that's their work! and just in general don't be shy to talk to your artist. my first two tattoos aren't bad by any means, but I don't love them because I was too anxious to properly communicate with my artist about what I wanted. don't be afraid to ask them to change something in the design, or if they put the stencil on and you want a different placement tell them! your artist is there to work with you so just talk to them :)
okay that got so much longer than I meant it to hope that helps!!
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Jesus christ I am so sorry for grade school kids, it's just getting worse and worse isnt it?
For those who dont know about the most recent horrible implementation in schools (atm this seems to be centralized to Australia and the USA, but it's entirely possible it's being implemented elsewhere too), apparently a lot of school districts have decided it's a good idea to start forcing kids to lock up their phones without immediate or easy access to a key, with threat of immediate suspension if they're found not complying.
Schools are using something called a Yondr pouch (that costs those districts tens of thousands to buy, by the way) that is made to put phones in and lock with a magnetic lock. One of these is given to each student, and they are expected to lock it at a magnet set up outside the school (at least at my siblings school, I'm not sure if that is the universal set up or not) at the beginning of the day, and unlock it in the same place at the end. I couldn't find any articles talking about the issue in general, only for specific schools. Just look up Yonder pouch at schools if you'd like to read more into it, theres plenty of articles.
I'm sure that, as long as you've thought about it for more than two seconds, you can see how at best this is unnecessary, stupid, and useless (kids have Already figured out tons of ways past unlocking it, obviously), and at worst it could be fucking deadly.
How are kids going to coordinate their ride home from after school activities? Ask family to bring in things they forgot? Receive important and/or sensitive information from family during school? Go without alarms for medications? Call for help or warn others when someone is hurt or a fucking shooter breaks in?
I could go on and on and on about how fucking stupid and dangerous this is. It is Going to get someone hurt. No one deserves their school record being ruined by this. And even if some schools arent that strict, I can sure bet they'll play favorites.
Please, please, please, if this is happening in a school district that affects you or your loved ones raise as much of a complaint about it as possible. Talk to parents of other kids, talk about how dangerous this could be, email your districts, do what you can. If you're not affected, reblogging/letting others know and/or supporting people who are helps. And kids affected by this please just do your best to stay safe. Magnets will not damage your phone, so I reccomend finding any that are small and strong enough to open the lock to keep with you if you can, or look up other methods of unlocking them. Please, stay safe. I'm so sorry you're being treated this way.
#school#important#im just. so fucking mad right now.#they're really going to endanger students and make their lives harder over a fucking powerplay#what are they supposed to do in emergencies. how are they supposed to participate in absolutely anything
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WHAT DO YOU ORDER WHEN AT A COFFEE SHOP
Depends on where I'm at, I don't go to some of these atm, bc they suck, but I remember my orders
Star: nitro cold brew w/sweet cream or Pink Drink
Black Rock: Mocha w/vanilla
Dutch: double torture (double shot vanilla mocha)
7-Eleven (SPECIFICALLY) : vanilla cold brew
Any convenience store otherwise: vanilla bean coffee monster
Summer Moon: Mocha Latte
Apparently Teapioca counts as a coffee shop (doubt): Taro Milk Boba or Strawberry Milk Boba because WHY WOULD I ORDER COFFEE HERE WHAT IS THE INTERNET TALKING ABOUT
McDonalds: caramel frappe
Go to try out drink is a latte with vanilla if it's a small place. Otherwise, I will try things out until I find the most caffeinated drink that I still like
#cinderasks#hi i am extremely serious about my coffee#if you let me quiz you i can tell you exactly what kind of coffee would be best for you at each coffee shop
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hi Rid :( wanna tell u bout something that happened to me, can I? u don't even need to answer if you don't want to!
so I told you I've been dealing with anxiety these days, right? ok, so I had this group of friends and we had been friends for about 10 years, but I couldn't tell them how I was feeling lately cause idk it was too much and it just made me feel weak, so I kinda stopped interacting in our group chat... It wasn't intentional, I just felt out of place, you know? wasn't feeling like myself anymore but I felt safe knowing that I could count on them.
so... last week they removed me from the gc cause apparently they were tired of me not being present.
they didn't even care to ask if I was doing okay :( literally didn't give a fuck. I thought I would be okay since it's their decision and my depression is my problem to take care of, but... it's just sad, yk? we grew up together and now it's over and I don't know how to deal with that, it hurts a lot 😭
hi, my love. you can tell me about anything, never worry about that 🥺 i'm so sorry that happened to you.. i can imagine it didn't help your already tough situation :( here's a hug, for starters 🫂
it's not fair to throw you out just bc of inactivity like.. adulthood and problems happen. there's always someone in a gc dipping for a while — like, expecting people to be there nonstop is a selfish thing to do. and you deserve to heal at your own pace, to set your boundaries. it's not like you abandoned them! you still have so much love for them, but prioritised yourself for a moment, and i hope you know that's absolutely okay. do you think there's a way to communicate that with them? to tell them you just didn't want to burden them (since that's how you felt — not saying you are a burden at all!!!).
how's the situation now? did you guys talk, did anything change? if it helps them, you could let them know every now and then: that you're not available, need a few days to yourself, are not feeling like socialising atm. but their reaction was definitely not it 🥺 i'm here for you.. if you need to rant, pls do!! 🤍
#tw anxiety and depression#friends can be so harsh at times it's terrible :( love you you got me 🤧#notes for rid 🌹#julie <3
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I know I've been hella active today, but here's something to think about:
I have struggled for years to find other physical shifters, and I either find a p-shifter who just randomly mentions to me while we are talking that they are a p-shifter, or I meet people who are "supposedly" p-shifters, but have never said it.
I've noticed this trend, especially with really p-shifters. We are very quiet. We arent going to walk around screaming at the top of our lungs and crying out that we can teach p-shifting most of the time, because one, it's super stressful to many, and two, being a physical shifting flocks SO MANY beginners who just want to skip everything else and want to know how to p-shift, NOW.
I would say it's a red flag to see anyone talking about how they can teach others to p-shift. Definently ask questions, but dont invalidate. I teach when people ask, but talk about only my experiences, and others. It's important to remember, specifically for me, I am talking out of experience only, so I can be biased, wrong, and everyone should always take my advice with a grain of salt. Because I dont know better, and I'm just a random person on the internet.
And I guess I dont really get why people think that p-shifters are so bad, because we are still beings with a consciousness and feelings too. Most of the time, p-shifters who are genuinely diabolical or terrible people are just bad people.
I will say though, I've attempted p-shifting a few times, but I have yet to fully mental shift and physically shift, so I dont have much advice on p-shifting in general.
All in all, I'm just trying to say that p-shifters are just trying to exist, and I'm not going to yell loud and proud about it because I dont want to be blocked by others just because of the stereotype type attached to the p-shifter label. It's basically a death sentence to have the p-shifter label attached to your account, because of how horrible people have been under that title in the past. Using it as a 'shield' of sorts to get away with terrible acts. The label I use does not express the views I hold, nor my actions, and I hate that it's like this out in the wild, wild west of the internet.
That's all, I did say that this post was something to think about. Apparently I've been super naive to literally everything, being so sheltered on Amino. Man that place is dusty, theres so much going on here.
And I'm not here to cause issues or make a debate, just here to talk about this stuff! This blog is about shapeshifting and such, so I'm here to educate (if requested), share my identity and my experiences, and take a break from posting on my Amino. These are just lower-quality posts for my amino, and I just don't feel like it atm.
Feel free to ask questions anytime in my inbox, and thank you for reading <3
#pshift#p-shift#physical shifting#p-shifting#p-shifter#pshifter#pshifting#nonhuman#aliurothropy#lycanthropy#physical shifters arent all bad people lol
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Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [2/9?]
Sooo the number of chapters for this had changed to 9 because I realized while writing the next bit that I'm going a bit more in-depth than I had initially planned. So atm, I'm tentatively thinking 9 instead of 6 🤔
Summary: Tony plans, kinda. Peter happens. An incident in SI's lobby. Never turn your back on a rutting alpha.
WC: 3112
Tumblr: Ch01
(AO3 Link)
Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex
Chapter note: this parts the dubcon cause there's no talking before sex. Public fucking. Some possessiveness.
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May was nice enough to send a text saying that Peter was on the way. That meant Tony had about thirty minutes minimum until Peter arrived.
He did not spend those thirty minutes fretting or trying to fix his appearance. He was dressed down in more casual wear since it was Friday and well, he was Tony Stark. His appearance was always on point so fussing over it was pointless. Even so, he made sure to freshen up. He rubbed a wet washcloth around his scent glands, clearing the scent neutralizers in preparation.
If he was going to be handling an alpha entering his rut, he had to make use of everything he had in his arsenal. That included using his omega scent to calm said alpha and make sure he was in control of the situation.
Peter was such a well mannered kid though, a good kid, and even though he had a bratty rebellious streak at times, he always listened to his Uncle Tony. Tony was confident that he could handle the situation.
He'd never really cared to mentor newly rutting alphas so it wasn't like he had a plan. Playmating? That seemed like a good start to putting a rowdy young alpha in his place.
He finished up some reports and delegated the ones due in the next few days to the appropriate people. Pepper had been informed of his upcoming absence though Friday had reported it as a personal emergency. That was usually code for an irregular heat that sprung up on him. Not unusual.
Pepper was a beta too so Tony didn't really think she would understand Tony's role in Peter's life right then. Tony shrugged it off. It wasn't her business anyway.
By the time he was done and expecting his nephew, he still had about ten minutes left.
He spent those ten minutes waiting in the lobby, chatting up the polite receptionist at the desk.
"Oh– Congrats!" Tony cooed over the picture of the receptionist's pregnant mate. It was rare for two alphas to conceive but apparently, the new hire was one of the lucky ones. He'll be sure to tell Friday to send the couple a few baby gifts.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark," the alpha receptionist glowed with pride. "I'll be sure to tell Jess, she'd be so excited to–"
Something hit the middle of his back. The impact barely registered before Tony was yanked backward, his world rushing past him.
"Jeez…!" He almost activated a suit before he was caught and the scent of alpha and home had him blinking at his newly arrived nephew. Tony smacked the boy's chest, hitting only solid muscle. "What the fuck was that?! What did we say about webbing people in the lobby?"
There was a stubborn pout on his nephew's face and the arms that caught him only tightened.
"I don't like him, Uncle Tony," Peter muttered, pulling Tony even closer and glaring at someone over Tony's shoulder. He didn't even look away when he pressed his nose to Tony's neck, scenting him aggressively.
"Kid–" Tony tried shoving at his shoulders but that damn enhanced strength of his ensured Peter wasn't moving unless he wanted to.
"Something's different," Peter said, looking away from his supposed rival and finally looking at his uncle. "You… Uncle Tony, you smell really… really good…"
Tony should be annoyed because of all the manhandling but at those words, he preened. What omega wouldn't be pleased to be told that their natural scent smelled good?
Then he saw the way Peter's eyes dilated and a kind of haze overtook him.
Alpha in rut… Fuck. Tony needed to move him fast.
"Pete, let's go to the penthouse, alright?" Tony tried to pull out Peter's arms only for the younger alpha to growl and tug him closer.
"Uncle Tony, don't–" Peter struggled to talk, his senses starting to overwhelm him.
The lobby wasn't too busy at this time but there were still people. Security at the doors, the receptionist at the desk. Some guests were curiously peering over at them while making their way into the building.
"Kid– Petey-pie, c'mon," Tony urged, "Be a good alpha and follow your Uncle Tony to the elevators. There's some, uh, stuff we gotta go over."
"Uncle Tony…" Peter was dazed but his eyes were focused on Tony and only Tony. That was good, at least. His grip loosened and Tony drew in a breath of relief.
"Yeah, Uncle Tony's here, kid," Tony said encouragingly. "Come along now."
The first mistake Tony made was to think he had Peter under control just because the kid wasn't clinging to him anymore. The second was walking away from him and the third… The third fatal mistake was turning his back on a rutting alpha.
Never turn your back on an alpha, never mind one that was going into rut.
The next thing he knew, Tony was tackled to the floor from behind. His poor knees hit the ground and he grunted as his nephew grappled with him. Tony trying to break free was a lost cause. Not only was Peter an alpha but he was an enhanced one.
The struggle was over in a moment. In a split second, a perfectly aimed shot had webbing binding Tony's wrists together, rendering his hands useless. A strong arm crossed over his chest while Peter's other hand gripped his hip. The alpha's nose was buried against his nape and Tony was effectively caught under his alpha nephew.
Footsteps rushed towards them, shouts of alarm accompanying them.
"Mr. Stark!" The security guards paused on the periphery of Tony's vision, hesitant to intervene. They obviously recognized Peter and knew how pissed their boss would be if they hurt the kid.
In response, Peter growled and pressed even closer. Tony could feel the hardness of his– fuck, that was his nephew's cock against his ass. Hard and warm and Tony hadn't been in a casual hookup in ages but he knew the feel of an endowed cock and his sweet innocent nephew had such a cock. Even worse, he could smell how Peter's natural scent broke through the alpha's scent neutralizers and it was… it was mouthwatering.
"Get the kid off him!" One of the guards took control but it was not the right solution, not at all.
On his knees, with his ass in the air and a territorial alpha against his back, Tony hissed out, "Don't you fucking– Get back to your station!"
They hesitated a second longer before Tony let out a hissed growl, his own smaller omega fangs flashing at the intruders. They hastened away and the tense body above him relaxed but only minutely.
"Peter," Tony tried to reach his nephew but Peter didn't answer.
His hips nudged against Tony's ass, just slightly, as though testing the waters. The feeling of that swelling length, hot and eager against him, made the omega want to melt onto the ground.
Let the alpha do as he wished but Tony resisted. He had to take control and that meant not letting Peter know how much he was being affected.
In an attempt to discourage the alpha's jumping, Tony stayed stock still. But when Tony didn't move, Peter only took it as encouragement. He repeated the motion, nudging harder and pressing his hardening cock against Tony's body.
Calling his nephew's name wasn't working so Tony took a deep breath and tried again with his scent. He let his body go soft and pliant, shifting on his knees and spreading his legs just slightly.
Like this, Tony was an omega willing and even eager to mate and some part of Peter recognized it. His nephew's grip loosened, though it was still firm and kept Tony pinned to the floor.
"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured against his spine. The alpha's voice came out thready and needy.
Speech– that was good. Very good.
"Peter," Tony said, relieved. "Can you let me up…?"
No response. That… wasn't so good.
The hand at his hip started to move and Tony had a moment of hope where he thought Peter had regained his senses but he was wrong. With an ease that belied his inexperience, Peter reached between his legs and popped the button of his pants.
"Hah…!" Tony gasped when his nephew groped his cocklet over his underwear.
Peter was rough in his arousal, gripping and rubbing, trying to elicit a response, any response, from his omega uncle. And fuck, Tony was only human so was it really a surprise when that rough touch had his cocklet starting to chub up?
At that moment, Tony regretted that he had removed his scent neutralizers because once Peter started groping and humping him, his scent flooded out unimpeded.
Tony was an omega. He wasn't quite as young as he used to be, but he was still an omega. Still fertile, still within his prime, and still very willing to get fucked against the floor. Apparently.
And so his scent came out, enticing and signaling his very willingness to mate. Peter got the brunt of it and the alpha went stupid with it, groaning and humping his ass even more forcefully so that Tony was forced onto his stomach.
He could feel Peter's young alpha cock digging into the cleft of his ass. Every harsh twitch of his hips pressed him in harder as though strength alone could make him shove through the layer of clothing and into the wet hole waiting for him.
Tony's fingers curled in their bonds and his entire body felt hot. It had been a long time since he had an alpha just take him and use him however he wanted.
Vaguely, Tony knew he should fight more. He should try to take control but Peter smelled so good. Peter was doing everything right as an alpha dominating an omega.
Cover and protect.
Show intent. Make your omega feel good… Make your omega willing to spread their legs for you…
Peter's rough handling, while it might not be every omega's cup of tea, it was certainly Tony's. So when his nephew started to reach past his cocklet and venture into that area where Tony was slicking up so nicely, the omega only groaned and pressed his hips into the thrusting clothed cock above him.
"Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, still stupid and dazed with the omega's thick scent of arousal and need. "You're wet here, Uncle Tony. I can feel–"
"Mmph!" Tony groaned when the boy touched his pussy, slick easily drenching his fingers as he rubbed between his pussy lips. Peter was clumsy as he explored there. He moved his fingers up and down, searching for his hole, all the while making needy, wanting moans against Tony's ear.
Unfortunately, Peter still had so much to learn. In his eagerness to get at Tony's body, he'd only shoved his hand in the omega's pants and there was only so much slack before the restriction impeded his actions. Peter was only able to rub a finger over Tony's hole, barely able to dip a fingertip in before he couldn't get any deeper.
Even so, the feeling of his nephew's finger rubbing over his eager wet hole had Tony shuddering and shaking. His body was lit up in want, pumping out a fuckmefuckmefuckmenowNOW scent that only had Peter whining even more pitifully.
Peter rubbed more forcefully but it only added to Tony's frustration so with a growl, the omega bucked his hips in an attempt to throw his nephew off. Peter wouldn't allow it but his hand did retreat.
He backed off, his chest finally leaving Tony's back but just when Tony thought their impromptu humping session was over, Peter pulled him back onto his knees. His pants were shoved down, underwear along with it, and then searing hot flesh slapped against his ass.
"Pete…!" Tony gasped. A warning growl was on the tip of his tongue but it was lost in a choked groan as that hot eager flesh rubbed against him for just a moment more.
"Uncle Tony…" Peter groaned, lost in the moment and only knowing his uncle's name.
Then his nephew shoved his cock into Tony's pussy and the omega yelped as the girth of Peter's cock demanded space inside him that Tony hadn't been prepared to give. It stung, his pussy being forced to stretch for an alpha's cock and one that was impressive in size and girth like his nephew's.
"Oh– oh…!" Peter was in heaven, fucking into his uncle's pussy with the reckless abandon of a virgin having his first time.
Tony looked over his shoulder and caught the look of pure bliss and even though he struggled to take the alpha's cock, his baser omega instincts were pleased. No more teasing, no more frustration. The omega was getting the fuck he needed after being scented and teased into a frenzy.
Peter was sloppy and inexperienced, that much was clear. He fucked with desperation, with a need that demanded satisfaction. He chased after his own pleasure, only inadvertently giving Tony his own by sheer luck. He gripped Tony's hips and worked the length of his alpha cock in with every thrust. Every inch that he worked in, his hips would barely shift back, unwilling to pull out, before he thrust in again.
Tony took the young alpha's eager thrusting, adjusting as much as he could to make it feel good for himself too. His pussy was only getting wetter, his body naturally reacting to the alpha's cock plowing into him.
Peter's sweet moans were unfiltered as was the wet sounds of their fucking. This was mating in its most base form, an alpha mounting and fucking an eager omega.
Tony's entire body shook with the thrusts and his soft, quieter moans were only heard by the alpha fucking him. When the alpha's hips finally smacked against his ass in a harsh clap, the entire length of his cock buried deep, Peter let out a loud satisfied groan while Tony panted from the exertion.
His nephew's cock was inside him. The entire thing… His pussy squeezed down on the thick intimidating length and Tony let out a breathless mmm when he felt it twitch and jerk inside him.
It was so deep… Tony felt like it was pressing on something, something good, that few had ever reached. He felt like his nephew's cock was in his belly, the length of it so demanding that it made its own space in the omega's body.
Tony shuddered at the thought of being so full. He had never felt this full, even with past lovers. He shuddered again because the kid hadn't even come inside him yet… Tony's poor tummy, flat and toned hard earned from working out, would be full to bursting once the alpha came.
His body's clenching and squeezing from the result of Tony's dirty thoughts was only bringing Peter closer to the edge. Tony only realized it when the alpha made an aborted thrust, a low whine interrupting his moans.
Oh… Tony's hips pulled away when he felt the undeniable bulge nudging against his wet hole. He recognized it… An alpha's knot. His nephew was starting to knot.
Truth be told, the kid lasted longer than Tony expected. Especially since his sweet nephew hadn't even put on a condom–
Tony froze in realization then he tried to scramble out from Peter's hold. The alpha, previously appeased from Tony's lack of struggling, growled and clamped a hand to Tony's nape, shoving him down and fucking right back in.
"Peter…! You–!" Aren't wearing a condom!
Too late. The alpha fucked in twice more, harsh and unforgiving like he was punishing Tony for trying to run.
The omega felt the flexing of his nephew's cock, that engorged length readying to deliver a thick load. At his entrance, Peter's knot was starting to inflate and soon, they'd be locked. Peter would fill him up as he imagined previously and the seed would paint his insides white. Tony's belly would bulge with how much the young alpha had to give…
His own orgasm was right there, just within reach. The press of Peter's cockhead and the growing size of his knot rubbing against that sweet spot that only a knot could stimulate…
His muscles squeezed down harshly, wetness flooding his pussy as he came. Tony closed his eyes as he felt the first spurt of Peter's orgasm. Heat flooded his insides as his pussy instinctively locked down. Then he gasped as he was suddenly left empty, his pussy aching from the knot being forced out.
He collapsed on the ground and twitched when he felt strips of hot cum landing on his ass. Shakily he turned onto his back, legs still splayed apart, his entire body flushed and dirty from the fucking. More cum landed on him and he was treated with the view of his nephew on his knees, head thrown back as he gasped through his orgasm. One hand massaged his knot while the other jerked his cock.
Peter opened his eyes and their gazes locked only for the alpha to look away as he aimed his cock and sent the last of his load between his uncle's legs.
Shocked and still catching his breath, Tony could only watch as messy stripes of cum landed on his abused pussy and cocklet.
When Tony met Peter's gaze again, he saw the deep satisfaction in his nephew's eyes and Tony… Tony couldn't even be mad at him because the sex had been messy and rushed as fuck but it had still been good.
He dragged his fingers over the trails of cum, finding it thick and copious.
"You cum marked me?" Tony looked at his nephew with hooded eyes.
Finally clear of the rut haze, Peter had the audacity to blush.
"Sorry, Uncle Tony…" Peter muttered and yet, he couldn't looked away from Tony's spread legs, staring intently, almost obsessed, with the sight of his cum dripping out of his uncle's hole.
The omega took a deep breath and shoved his foot against the alpha's stomach which caused Peter to fall onto his butt with an oof.
"Get this webbing off then we need to have a serious talk," Tony said after clearing his throat.
He wasn't going to admit that the pup had gotten the upper hand on him. In a way, Tony could work it to his favor. Now he knew how much Peter needed in his guidance.
Yeah, Tony could work with this. It didn't matter that he felt so thoroughly fucked and pleased with that fucking.
From here on out, Tony was in control.
#starker#starkercest#nff#madstarker writes#madstarker: how to train your rutting alpha#omegaverse#uncle tony#sfstarkercest23
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How do you think Mr. Boatman will react about El Filibusterismo?
anon friend…i spent 5 minutes staring at this ask because i wasn't sure who mr. boatman was…i'm sorry if you weren't referring to elias, but i'm going to talk about elias lmfaoo i'm so sorry i am an idiot
** spoilers for noli and fili!! but i won't go into that much detail for each and every plot points in the book
i'm very curious about that myself!! especially since rizal apparently regretted killing elias off (can't remember the specific letter but i'm sure googling it would yield the source! i am just very lazy atm) because he was sure he wouldn't be able to write a sequel. if he was in good health as he wrote the last parts of noli, what would've changed? what role would elias play in the fili? would simoun still exist? i wish jose would've gone to detail on what he originally planned
but one thing we could be sure about though is that elias would be so fucking pissed. the man he sacrificed his life for, for reason/s we aren't even sure about — is it selfless love? is it a sense of brotherhood? a sense of "you and your ignorance are a danger to my country - you need to leave and stay away before you cause more damage to this already twisted system" or of "you deserve happiness and you wouldn't achieve it here, you need to leave - you cannot rot in here like the rest of us would"? both? all of this? — just ran around doing the opposite of what elias would've wanted to achieve and had been striving to achieve before he even came along. plotted a revolution rooted in hatred and vengeance, a revolution that pays no mind to the actual people of the country, only driven for simoun to play out his revenge and hurt those who have hurt him.
and elias understands vengeance. he understands loss and fear, of having everything get taken away from him. he understands the motivations of crisostomo, why he did what he'd have done - it had always been cris who had had his eyes closed and his ears covered, who refused to understand what elias stood for from his place of privilege - but what the fuck, you know? because in the end all the suffering simoun had caused were for nothing. he didn't get to save maria, nor change something in the system like he 'wanted' to. nothing, not one positive effect. those who were in power still remained in power, but he made his people suffer even more to enforce his miserable, tyrannical beliefs.
but i also feel like he knew that it would've been inevitable. from their conversations on elias' boat, from the fact that crisostomo refused to be swayed from his ignorance. so i feel like letting himself die there under the balete feels like a loss of hope — a sense of giving up and letting crisostomo be, without any semblance of hope that crisostomo would do the right thing. instead he passes this hope to basilio instead, the figure of the youth — and it was the youth in the form of isagani that foiled simoun's plans in the end, and the opposite of vengeance - love - that motivated him to do it.
so tl;dr: he'd slap the shit out of crisostomo (but would still forgive him) and would fistbump isagani in the afterlife /hj
ETA✨: i forgot that mc&i kind of expanded on this!! & only kind of because of klay's influence!! even then i feel like the writers did well with how they wrote elfili!elias — he absolutely hates simoun's guts but his devotion for him still hasn't worn off at all. this attitude still fits on bookcanon!elias i think!
#i would love to go into detail over everything but i just got home from exams and is very sleepy#i didn't wanna let this sit on my inbox for too long#sorry for the shitty vague answers nony aaaaa#once i get my energy back i might expand on this (not promised)#feel free to go off-anon and message me to discuss ab. noli & fili if u wanna :) (<- very shitty at replying tho bc school & life)#on a happier note elias would at least reunite with his sister & father and that's what matters ^^#asks
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