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simpforsoap · 2 months

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Monsterous Lovers- Part Two

Part 1 and Part 3

Hybrids weren’t uncommon. They appeared sometime during the 1300’s. No one was really sure where they originated from, not even the hybrids seemed to know, but as time went on their population started to grow. At first humans and hybrids lived amongst each other, those were known as the pre-war times. By 1401, there was an attack. The story has been told and reshaped over the years to fit the narrative of who tells it, humans saying that hybrids attacked their village while hybrids saying that humans attacked their kind first. No one knows what happened exact, but the war broke out in the spring of 1401, lasting nearly 105 years. For the time period, humans were unable to defend themselves against the hybrids that attacked and as a result the human population dropped significantly, into the low millions. Hybrids were not in any better of shape, their own population having dwindled due to the war and lack of neccesities that were needed for them to strive. In 1506 the Living Peace Treaty was signed, an agreement for hybrids and humans to stop attacking one another and allow their populations to regrow. There was a tense period of time after the treaty where humans and hybrids seemed to be at one anothers throats, but there was no more wars.

As time went on, history notes there was always a separation between humans and hybrids, but the lined seemed to blur the more time carried on. During the 1920’s, when humans seemed to be at war with one another, hybrids took a stand and joined forces with humans alike. Lives were lost between both species but there was a mutual agreement that humans and hybrids could coexist with one another in peace. By the turn of the 21st century, you could walk the streets and see humans and hybrids living amongst each other, even some in relationships and whatnot.

Price and them were no strangers to the judgmental comments and borderline xenophobic tendencies some humans still had towards them. They had worked their way up in the military, creating their own little pack with one another throughout their years of working together. Despite their differences from one another, they worked like a well oiled machine. Perhaps it was all the endless deadly missions that never seemed to stop the killing of both humans and hybrids alike, or perhaps it was the lack of comfort they found when coming back to the base after those missions, but the four of them each longed for a sense of normality. To come back from a mission, not to the base where they couldn’t separate work from living, but rather a place where they could truly call it home.

That’s what Price believed as he stood in the driveway of your home; that this was a potential home to him and his boys. The entire drive to the property, Soap couldn’t stop ranting and raving about the photos he seen online with the ad you had posted and even though they were each wanting him to be quiet in their own way, it was a good thing Soap had seemed to love it so much just based on photos. Because in person? This home was immaculate and seemed like it was exactly what Price had pictured as their home.

The house was ranch styled, a large porch with a covered entry way. A porch swing snestled to the right of the door, Price feeling like it was an idea spot to sit and enjoy a cigar while overlooking the front of the property. The 20 acres of woods surrounding the house were thick, Soap wanting nothing more than to shift into his wolf and take off into the woods for a run. The house was a little more secluded than they had thought, but it was perfect. And they hadn’t even seen the inside of it!

As they toured the outside of the house first, Ghost insisting to ensure it was secure as he told you, Price felt more relaxed. There was a little garden on the south side of the home, something he could clearly picture you kneeling in and tending to during the summer months. You lead them around the house, showing off the small gazebo in the back yard, little lantern lights hanging around the inside. The four of them followed as you walked the small stone path to the back patio, Price taking note of the lack of patio furniture before leading them inside.

“I know it’s kind of messy right now, I was in the process of cleaning up the house to make room when I had to leave.” You gave them a small smile, pushing some empty boxes against the wall so they wouldn’t trip on them.

Soap just smiled with a small laugh, naturally throwing an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the glare Price gave him, “nah, it’s fine lassie. Though, I gotta ask, you really live here alone?”

You took a tiny breath through your nose, needing to steady yourself for the question you knew you’d have to answer, “yes, I do. I did have…someone living with me before but there was a..um..accident of sorts and I took over the house.”

Ghost could pick up the anxious look in your eye from a mile away, the mask hiding his facial expressions from you, but you could see the way his eyes narrowed at your words, “anyways, the house itself is a 5 bed 5 bath home. Allows you some space to do what you please with. Shared living room and kitchen of course, but I can designate some spots in the kitchen for the each of you so you can have your own spot to put stuff in. The rooms are upstairs, do you want me to show you?”

“Yes, please love.” Gaz gave a smile at you, easing the tension from your shoulders a bit. You could tell both Gaz and Soap seemed to give you the natural ability to find a sense of familiarity in them.

You showed them the upstairs of the home, the four of them taking their time in examining each room, taking mental notes on where the each of them could fit in and what they wanted to do with the space. You ended the tour in the kitchen, standing with your hands in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, what do you think? I know it’s probably not super luxurious, but it’s a comfortable home and I’m not one to get into much of your business.” You give them a smile, watching the way the four of them seemed to have having a silent conversation with one another through their eyes.

Right as you were beginning to worry they would decline the offer, Price spoke up, “we believe this is exactly what we are looking for. Would you like rent from all of us or just the overall 2500?”

“Oh heavens no, just the 2500. I know it’s a bit on the pricey side but--” before you could say more, Price cut you off with a smal wave of his hand.

“Nonsense, we make more than enough to cover that. Now, we are active military as Soap here told you in the messages so we are in and out of the house a lot for missions, but we will always communicate with you on the duration of our leave will be.” Price crossed his arms, your eyes flicking to the way his scaled forearms seemed to glint in the light.

You took a small breath to steady yourself before nodding, “of course. I have the lease written for a year at the moment, but we can extend it if you’d like to after that.”

Price nodded, “of course. Now, I suppose I shall bring it up first. We are hybrids, each of us are our own beings. I, myself, am a dragon. Soap here is a werewolf, Gaz is a Harpy and Ghost is a wraith. Is that something you are absolutely sure you’re comfortable with? There’s no offense if you’re not, we understand there can be a bit of..troubles sometimes.”

You give a small smile nodding, “yes, I am completely fine with that. I do want to finish cleaning things up around here, but tomorrow morning if you’d like you can move your stuff into the rooms.”

You took a mental note of what Price said, wanting to search it up later so you knew just what exactly you were getting yourself into.

“Perfect. We will be here at 9:00 sharp then, love.” Price smiled and you shook his hand your hand feeling hot at his touch.

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As Price drove back to the base, the car ride was mostly silent. Soap was practically buzzing in his seat, desperate to say something to fill the silence. Price glanced at him through the rearview mirror before letting a breath out, “speak your mind, Johnny.”

Soap wasted no time, leaning forward in his seat with a large smile on his face, “we just hit the jackpot! She’s absolutely stunning and that house? Perfect for us in every way…even with the scent of strawberries and mint..she smells devine.”

Gaz shook his head at Soap’s words, though the smile and slight ruffle to his feathers gave it away, “you’re hopeless, Soap.”

“What? I’m not wrong, and you know it! The lass smells delicious…nearly want to sink my teeth into her and make her mine.” Soaps words make Price shift in his seat, glaring at him through the mirror.

“Soap. Watch it. You will do no such thing to her unless she gives approval. We will be within her home we are to respect that.” Price’s tone was firm, his eyes narrowed as he focused back on the road.

Ghost was silent in the passenger seat, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, but Soap’s words seemed to spark something in his mind, “for a human she’s awfully trusting of us…seems stupid if you ask me…inviting a pack of hybrids into your home without asking anything regarding that nature.”

Gaz immediately moved on the defense, his feathers ruffled a bit, “hey now. I think she’s a sweetheart..Seems to be one of the humans that doesn’t seem to mind the fact we’re hybrids…maybe she thought it was rude to ask anything on it.”

Ghost looked out the window of the car, silent as he thought over Gaz’s words. It took a few moments before he spoke up, voice a tad softer than it was before, “There’s something off about her…I think we should look into her background when we get back to base.”

The other three were silent for a moment. They couldn’t deny you had a strange story as to why you were suddenly renting the rooms out, but they felt it was something of your story to tell. Price spoke up after a moment, “we can look into a background, only to ensure there is no danger into this house. But it is her story to tell us, I will not look further than is required to.”

They seemed to be in an agreement, to find out a tiny bit about your background and make sure you truly were who you said you were, but they would wait until you were comfortable to tell your story to them on why you lived alone so suddenly.

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gremlingottoosilly · 2 months

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Ik ik asks are closed but hear me out

Monster!könig and deaf!reader

Poor wifey can’t hear him correctly so he gets her a hearing aid and she uses asl with könig and he’s just trying to get used to deaf wifey…just because she’s deaf doesn’t mean she isn’t breed able 😏

-🎀🤍

(me when I can finally put ungodly hours of online research to good use) Konig who understands having problems with verbal communication - as a tentacle hybrid, he hears a bit differently from humans, and it often messes up with talking in normal settings. He is as great as a hunter while fighting - having the senses of a predator never left him without a win of any kind - but, of course, it's different when he has to work around being overstimulated, stressed and completely out of his depths - luckily, your presence is always a calming one. Luckily, it's enough for him to just feel your body and smell your skin next to his - no words needed. He was very tense about learning ASL, however - he would get you a hearing aid, the best this antiutopia can get, and he will be careful to never allow his recruit to bother his sweet little mate, but, ultimately, sign language is still a very human thing - something that he strives to destroy. You're his precious and pretty girl, but he won't hesitate to remind you of your place. You're his mate, his perfect breeding wife - but he is a monster, hybrid on top of the food chain. He might be softy and considerate with you, sometimes using written text to talk to you, and sometimes taking off his hood so you could read his lips, but he still refuses to act soft. Would murmur things that you can't hear into your ears - something about how much he likes you, how he adores his wife. You're not allowed to hear his softness. Sex is a bit awkward - he tends to get very rough with you, especially at first, and he gets even more strict when he forgets you can't hear his commands. He likes doggy style, but he would be forced to have you facing him the whole time in the limited positions - or else you won't be able to get what he wants. At least he allows you to ride him more often - if you have control over the process, you will get less reluctant about the pace and the whole ordeal. Calm mate = happy mate, as much as Konis is trying to force you to believe that he doesn't care for you.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #monster!konig

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dragon-watcher03 · 4 months

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Genji x Male!Angel! Reader

Headcanons

Note: you are Mercy's older brother (so around 40) and are part omni on your torso, left arm, and head. You started working with Ramattra after he saved and revived you when your parents abandoned you in a burning building. You now work with Overwatch. You look like Angel from Diablo except your wings are black. You can change the armour as well but you gotta keep the hood. Reader is implied to be part omnic

Genji:

When he first saw you he kinda was scared shitless. I mean, can you blame him? But he was also kinda intrigued by you, mostly by your wings.

He loves the way you look tho. You have that perfect balance of mystery and grace that makes you so pretty. He knows you have a handsome face even without seeing it.

When he saw you fight for the first time, he was in awe. Your moves were so fast yet graceful and after you would just walk around like nothing happened.

He loves messing with you sometimes, like poking the blackness of your face. Although if it actually does annoy you he'll stop.

He strives to break down that silent and serious facade you put up. But he only wants you to show that side to him, no one else. Ngl he's kinda possessive of you-

When you do finally feel comfortable enough to show your face to him, he decides he should do the same thing as well. So you both take off your hood/visor for the first time since you started dating.

Safe to say he was not disappointed. You were even more beautiful than he imagined, and he kinda just stared up at you in awe for a long time. When you poked his face, he finally snapped out of it and was kind of embarrassed. That entire time he was contemplating whether he should kiss you.

You guys are actually able to cuddle and it isn't uncomfortable bc your human side matches his, plus he likes the coldness of the metal on his cheek.

When y'all are alone, he can be quite clingy. He's very touch deprived, but so are you so it's a win-win. He's always holding your right hand with his left so that you guys can feel each other's skin and for once feel like you're humans again.

Soba loves you (kinda like a dog tbh-), which in the Shimada clan is an omen that you've found your soulmate. So now you're stuck with him. Not that you're complaining. She will often leave Genji and wrap around your neck loosely while smooshing her snoot into your cheek or shoulder, asking for attention (which you noticed Genji also does when he wants attention).

Hanzo is a bit iffy about you and how you're 3 years older than his little brother, but after finding out you were related to Mercy, he relaxed a bit. He thinks you're chill and likes hanging around you. But he tends not to bc he knows Genji can get jealous easily.

Kiriko really likes you. Y'all are like this🤞 It honestly makes Genji jealous with how close you guys are. You guys often rant to each other about some random topic, and by both, I mean Kiriko is the only one who rants while you just listen.

Mercy is happy for you both. She knows what your parents did and just wants you to be happy. She does keep her eye on Genji tho, she wants to make sure he doesn't break your robotic heart.

Damn this was long-

#overwatch x reader #overwatch #genji shimada #genji overwatch #genji x reader #diablo #hanzo shimada #kiriko #mercy #male reader

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Taking Control Over The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Learning the news that you no longer have to stay at The Compound, Bucky makes a scary but enticing offer.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, dominance kink, life decisions, argument with parents, Y/N, sexual content, cursing, cockwarming, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3688

Gif: Credit goes to magnusedom

Notes: Yes, a part of this was requested!

Tag List: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza

Previous Part

Masterlist

You have been living out all of your daydreams with Bucky recently. Ever since spending that one night together, he has become more visibly relaxed. It doesn’t look like he’s .5 seconds away from giving himself a brain aneurysm. Well, most of the time at least. While you each have your own apartment, neither of you have slept alone in weeks. That also means Bucky no longer sleeps on the cold floor. He struggles sometimes, becoming antsy as he tries to get comfortable. It’s as if the more relaxed he strives to be, the more restless he becomes.

There have been many fulfilled late nights and some of the best ways to start the day; with each other. Reaching that new level of comfort with one another really took your relationship to the next level. It’s at the point where you’re still learning about one another but passed the awkward stage where it’s uncomfortable to show who you really are. Speaking of learning more about each other, it’s not just the history or experiences you both have had. (Although, the focus tends to be on yourself or Bucky’s young adult life before getting drafted into the Army.) It’s the exploring. Being completely exposed, vulnerable, and getting to know every inch of each others body’s. What he likes and dislikes, what drives him to the edge and vice versa for yourself.

Bucky is always eager to please and even more so to learn. Sex and intimacy have come a looong way over the decades. Positions, toys, enhancements (not that either of you need them, but they’re still fun), and not just restricting yourselves to the bed. Good thing that The Compound is sound proof. Everyone around seems to have an idea of what’s going on behind closed doors, but they don’t need to hear it. So far, Bucky has shown the most interest in exploring different surfaces (the shower and couch seem to be his favorite) and also asserting some kind of a dominant role.

It makes sense because of how compliant he had to be for so many years. Feeling constantly controlled, it would be only human to be intrigued by the other side of things. He’s still always sweet, sometimes almost too gentle. We’ll work on that.

There are two ways of looking at this; One: Bucky is still experimenting. He’s trying to find balance between his pleasure and yours. Two: He’s afraid of going too far and hurting you. While you can appreciate his care and concern for your well being, there’s this dark entity inside begging for a cool metal hand necklace.

*Ding* Your attention gets drawn to the New Email notification on your phone. Sitting down at the island in his kitchen, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts and a pair of lace cheeky panties, you bring one knee up to hug it as you unlock your phone. Bucky’s on the other side of the island, cleaning. Always fucking cleaning. You open the email.

“Dear Y/N,

The Compound has been deemed safe once again. We are no longer concerned about a possible breach. You are able to return to your normal work schedule and are free to go home at your leisure. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to call my extension (3000).

Thank you,

Pepper Potts”

Leave? You have been so caught up in the whirlwind that is Bucky Barnes that it was completely forgotten that The Compound wasn’t your home. It feels as though this perfect timespan has completely crumbled unexpectedly underneath your feet.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, staring intently at you from the stove worried.

“I- I was told I could go home.” You say, sorrowfully.

“Hold on. What?” He responds, needing to hear you say it again as if he doesn’t believe you.

“They cleared the possible breach… I don’t have to stay here anymore.”

Bucky doesn’t say a word but it is very obvious that the wheels are turning in his head, trying to think of a way around this.

“We knew this day was coming though, right?” You say, trying to lighten the mood. But its clear that this news has disheartened you both.

Within the blink of an eye he had taken a few long strides, standing now to your side. His metal arm reaches across your lap to grip the chair, quickly turning the chair so that you’re face to face.

“Don’t go…” He begs softly unable to look you in the eyes.

“I…w-what do you mean, Bucky?” You’re genuinely confused as to what he’s trying to imply.

“Stay.” It comes out as a heavy breath. “Here… with me.” He’s finally able to look you in the eyes, and he seems… distressed? Scared? Worried that if you leave his sight that you’ll somehow never come back?

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Sitting there stunned, holding your breath, you wait for his answer. Either way you’re terrified. Because either one, he literally just asked you to move in. Or two, you completely misinterpreted what he was saying and you’re about to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

“I know it’s crazy…” Bucky starts, trying hard to think before he speaks in fear of coming off as too much and scaring you away. “And at the risk of sounding utterly selfish in saying this, I don’t feel as though my every move is being microscopically analyzed when you’re with me. I’ve gained trust back with you. I-I’m infatuated with you. Y/N.” His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple looks as though it’s about to combust from his admission.

Infatuated? What do I even say to that? Your mind starts racing. Flashes of your possible life with Bucky start taking over your mind. Living together and waking up to those perfect pancakes he makes every morning. How instantly protective he is of you whenever you’re in public. The most passionate and intense sex that some people only dream about having. Slow dancing to the record player in the living room every night. Him wearing an all black suit, feeling comfortable with no gloves waiting for you at the end of the isle. What kind of dad would he be? Does he even want those things?

All of his focus is on waiting for your answer. His breathing drawn out as he tries to control it to not seem as nervous as he feels. A part of you wants to only dip your toe in the water, to take things slow because this can be a tough life when you’re so attached from the feelings involved. The other part of you wants to just dive right in. You want to live together? Yes. You want to get married and start a family? Yes. You’re talking about a future that surrounds each other? Yes, yes, and yes. The thought is terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. But the difficult journey could lead to an amazing destination. There’s no way to find out unless you try.

“That’s a really big decision, Bucky…” You start, and his head instantly falls forward in disappointment. “But…” His head picks back up, your gaze meeting each others. “Let’s try.”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?!” I’ve never seen him this animated about anything before.

“Really.” Your eyebrows raise as your lips curve upwards into a beaming smile at not just the possibility, but the reality of this happening.

“Ugh, Y/N. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier. You always surprise me!” Bucky quickly snatches you from the high counter chair at the island. The giggles effortlessly flow out as he picks you up and spins you around once. Placing your feet firmly back on the ground, he cups the left side of your face with right hand.

“You do realize this means that your place probably won’t be spotless anymore, right?”

“Our place” He corrects, mirroring the giant cheesy smile. “Worth it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. "Get ready, let's go and get your stuff."

Sitting in the passenger seat, you look over at Bucky. It's one of those moments where you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. This is a moment you'll remember for a lifetime. He has dark sunglasses on, concentrating on the mostly empty road. With being tall, he props his left knee underneath the steering wheel, using it to maintain the car straight. His right hand reached over, resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubs smoothly over it. The golden hue from the fall foliage makes his outline glow, as if he were an angel.

How is this even real life?

Coming back into the current moment, you recognize the song on the radio. Bucky actually let you control the music for once. Which is probably something he is going to regret.

"I love this song!" You exclaim, turning the volume up. But of course not too high for the old man.

"She's the one, she'll always be there She took my hand and I made it, I swear Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show She said, "What?", and I told her that I didn't know She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window Everything's better when she's around I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town I fell in love with the girl at the rock show!"

You stop, realizing that Bucky is looking over at you and not the road anymore. "You doing that staring thing again." You laugh. "What?!" You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious from singing.

He smiles, shaking his head. "I just enjoy being around you." It's the simplicity of being yourself that he admires most. Every move isn't articulated or pre-planned. There is no immediate danger. Life can be uncomplicated when you're free to be yourself.

The thought of just being with each other makes you feel warm inside. Who would of figured that you two would be the ones leaning on each other?

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. No particular reason, just relishing in the cool autumn weather for the duration of the drive.

Soon enough you're on the dirt road leading up to your parents house. Getting closer, you notice that both cars are parked in front, meaning both of them were home. Bucky parks and looks over at you, seeing what your reaction is going to be. You squeeze his hand that is still on your knee and smile. "Just give me a moment to grab some things, okay?" You say, still holding his hand for reassurance.

"Okay." He reluctantly let's go of your knee as you get out of the car.

Walking up to the front door, you know the conversation that is about to be had. Your jaw clenches in anxiety as you enter the house.

"Oh hey, sweetie!" Mom says, pausing from dusting the pictures on the mantel. "We were wondering when you would be coming home!"

"About that..." You start, taking a deep breath as your hands ball up into fists from being nervous. "I've decided to stay at The Compound. I just came here for my things." It gets blurted out.

"Oh?" Mom replies, waiting to see if there is more of an explanation than you've provided.

"Why is that?" Dad asks from the hallway, leaning on the frame. His sudden appearance makes you jump, not knowing he was right there. The ball of nerves inside of you doesn't necessarily help the situation either.

"We all knew my staying here was temporary..." You say truthfully, but it still comes out like an excuse.

"So...it's in relation to your job then?" His eyebrows raise. You were taught better than to lie, especially to him. And even if you tried, he would know.

"Kind of." Your response is dancing around the whole truth. "I don't have a lot of time." You say as you briskly walk into your room. It won't be hard to pack since you have been living out of suitcases since you came home from college. Not taking the time to fold your clothes, you shove them all into the collection of duffle bags and luggage.

"I'm confused..." Mom says as she walks into the room.

"There isn't anything to be confused about." Not being able to look at her, you continue to pack your bags rapidly.

"You don't see what's happening here?" Dad directs the question towards mom and then quickly answers for her. "This is about James."

"James?" Still confused, she looks between you and your father.

An exacerbated sigh comes from your mouth as you angerly slam a shirt down into your bag, now glaring at your father.

"So what if it is?" You challenge.

"You know how I feel about him..." Dad keeps a level, monotoned voice as if you were negotiating over a hostage situation. He takes a step forward but you hold your ground.

"And you know how I feel about him, Dad! This is the first time I have felt happy in the year and a half since Luke died!"

Mom stands in the room, looking between the two of you anxiously. Dad sighs, evidently starting to get more annoyed at the thought of you and Bucky together. "Why can't I have this, Dad?" You ask, feeling defeated. "We took a loss as a family, together. We got through it, together. But this is something that I want and I feel as though Luke would be happy for me!"

There's suddenly a knock at the door. Closing your eyes in frustration, you already know who it is. Your head rolls forward and you slip passed your parents and open the door to no other than Bucky. He only takes one step into the doorway, just enough for the screen door to close behind him. He clears his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sir." He acknowledges your father only to be met with an intense stare. Well if they're going to have a staring contest, sorry dad but you're going to lose.

“James.” He sternly acknowledges.

Bucky turns to you, leaning in close as his hand gently holds your elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You nod your head looking over at your dad knowing that it’s just an amount of time before one or both of them explode.

“This is a family matter, Barnes.” Heeeere we go.

The scary thing about Bucky is that when he’s mad, he gets quiet. There’s no temper tantrums, no yelling, and no low blows. Thanks to Hydra, he’s an expert at not reacting when under immense pressure. While the circumstances are different, he’s on the defense. Your defense.

“I understand. I just wanted to make sure Y/N’s okay.” Bucky says in the same monotoned voice that your father just used on you a few moments before. “I’m not trying to interject here-“

“So then why are you?” Dad spits, growing angrier by the moment. Bucky standing here might just put him over the edge.

You quickly step between both of them bringing their focus to you. “Enough.” You say blatantly. “Dad… mom.” You take in a deep breath. “This is what I want. He is what I want. If you reject him than you’re rejecting me.”

The two stubborn men in the room are watching each other intently while trying to lay down the unspoken claim of who you actually belong to.

“I’m grabbing my things and we’re leaving. I understand that this might be a lot to take in at once, so I’ll give you time to process. You know how to get in contact with me. I love you guys.”

Reaching down to the floor, you pick up two of your bags. Bucky reaches down as well, slipping his gloved metal arm through all of the handles and picking up the rest of the stuff. He looks like me when I’ve gone grocery shopping and only want to make one trip from the car. And effortlessly of course. He holds the door open for you to walk outside, and follows right behind.

In silence you both pack the car and leave. There is an unspoken tension between the two of you. How did this day go from being so happy, so excited to head into a new journey together, to this?

"Parents usually love me." Bucky says, breaking the silence by trying to be funny.

"I'm sorry." You respond. Bucky shakes his head. "Really, I'm used to these kinds of reactions from people. I think that you're the only one who hasn't run off the moment we met." He admits.

"Still. I can't apologize for him but I can be sorry that you were treated that way."

"Seriously, it's more natural for people to react that way. You're the only one who hasn't, Y/N. That's what makes you so precious to me."

The ball of anxiety in your stomach starts turning into warm butterflies all over again. I don't understand how so many see Bucky as this deadly, soulless person. He has such a big and kind heart. And while yes, he's past is hard to get over, working hard on himself and making amends with everyone he can, speaks volumes about his true self.

"It finally looks as though someone lives in here!" You say, hands on your hips looking around the newly decorated living room.

"Yeeeah." Bucky says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Oh come on. Having me around all the time won't be so bad."

He laughs while taking a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around you. "That sounds terrible, honestly." He jokes, pulling you in closer. You'll never get over just how warm his body feels when pressed to yours, which makes no physical contact feel just that much cooler.

Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, being overcome with the need to be as close to him as you possibly can. Bucky of course supports your weight effortlessly, each palm grabbing a fistful of your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean in to kiss him. He moves his right middle finger to gently stroke once over your center. Pulling away from the kiss you let out a giggle, "Oh hey."

"Hey." He smirks, resuming the kiss and brings you to the couch. Sitting down with your arms still around each other, you're now straddling him. Your hips instinctively and tentatively start moving forward and back on his lap. A shallow breath escapes Bucky's mouth with a muffled moan underneath. You smile into the kiss and then pull back. He leans back in to continue the kiss but you withdraw further. Confused, he's looking up at you, his eyes pleading.

Shaking your head and grinning, you take your arms away from his neck, your hands wriggling down between your legs and reach of the hem of his jeans. A sharp breath pulls in from his lips as he keeps eye contact with you. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper painfully slow, you decide to take on the assertive role here. Your power over one of the most feared men in the world, begging at just the very touch of your hands. Just the thought alone is enough to get you off. But neither of us are getting that right now.

Releasing his erection from his boxer briefs, his hips naturally advance towards your hands. And you let your hands drop away from him.

"What-" Bucky starts, but you place an index finger of his lips. "Shh." You coo quietly. "I'm going to do whatever I want." His eyebrows raise in response but he doesn't protest. After giving him a moment to realize that he is now under your control, you spit into your left hand before moving it back down to the small gap between both of your legs. You grip his shaft firmly, but not aggressively. Your hand starts in a leisurely up and down motion.

You take his bare metal hand and place it between your thighs. "Rip them." You say sternly while grasping onto him slightly harder. Following your orders, his fingers move upward to the waistband of your leggings and pulls swiftly downward. The tearing of the fabric makes your entire body tingle. Bucky discards the remnants of your pants onto the floor, leaving your lower half covered only by a thin, lacy piece of fabric.

Raising yourself up while still straddled in his lap, you gently use your hand to maneuver his tip to your only slightly covered opening. He takes a deep breath as his head rolls back to meet with the top of the couch. His hands twitch slightly on your thighs, trying to control the desire to flip around and bend you over the couch.

Now using your left hand, you pull the material to the side and gently glide him in. His hips try to buck up into you, but still having a firm grasp, you hold him in place.

"No." You say strictly, and he reluctantly relaxes. Continuing to slide him in inch by inch he looks up into your eyes. A small moan escapes his mouth once he is fully inside of you.

You pull him in close to your chest, tenderly running your hands through his hair. Aside from your core having the natural tendency to constrict around him, you don't allow your hips to move. Bucky's breathing intensifies just from the sensation of being inside of you along with your nails in his hair. "Not a word." You whisper, still keeping your body rigid, painfully refusing both of you the release that you so desperately want. But the continuation of your hands rubbing through his hair, down his back, and sensually up and down his arms lulls him to sleep right then and there after a while. You grin to yourself, barely being able to contain the excitement you feel for the repercussions you're going to face for this.

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“No-one’s perfect, but mom says we’re not trying hard enough.”

Some thoughts on Jack’s legendary avatar quote and its implications.

Everyone is super curious about who the “we” in this quote is, but when I first read the quote, I actually didn’t think of it as referring to a third person. Essentially, I think a lot of people interpreted this as Jack saying that Night Swan said something like “you’re not trying hard enough.” But when I read this avatar quote, I interpreted it as Jack saying that Night Swan herself said “we’re not trying hard enough.” Obviously, I could just be interpreting it wrong, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone talk about it in this context, so I thought I would throw my thoughts out there.

(This turned out way longer than intended so there is a TL;DR at the end!)

I’m not saying that Night Swan would actually be referring to herself in saying “we aren’t trying hard enough,” which sounds weird at first, but lemme give you an (admittedly kinda unrelated) example.

When my cat would do something he wasn’t supposed to do, I didn’t just tell him “no.” Obviously, cats don’t understand spoken language, but I think we as humans tend to talk to pets like we do children and I don’t have children so this is the closest personal example I have. Basically, if my cat got his claw stuck in something, I didn’t say, “you don’t put your claws in things.” I would say “we don’t put our claws in things.” I don’t have claws and this sentence clearly doesn’t apply to me, but I still used the words “we” and “our.”

Unbeknownst to me at the time, this is actually part of a parenting method called positive discipline, where scolding is rephrased to become more like a lesson. Something as simple as replacing “you can’t do that” with “we don’t do that” actually has profound psychological implications that make children more likely to act on the things they are told.

There are several studies that have been done and many more that are ongoing into the power of word choice when it comes to personal pronouns (I, you, we, etc). Using the word “we” implies a shared experience and can be more persuasive. Other studies have shown that children better learned how to play games when they were taught the rules using the generic-you or we pronouns.

According to Harvard Business Review, many leaders and higher ups in the business world use “we” in place of “you” because it implies community and makes the person being spoken to feel like they’re part of something as opposed to being singled out.

All of this is to say that saying “we’re not trying hard enough” could be a manipulative choice of words on Night Swan’s part. By using the word “we,” she would be implying a sense of community that could make Jack more likely to strive to try harder than were she just to tell him outright to try harder (and none of this is to say that she still couldn’t be referring to others in addition).

TL;DR, I interpreted Jack’s quote as coming from a direct quote from Night Swan, along the lines of “we’re not trying hard enough, are we?” Not only is it reminiscent of the way we hear adults speak to children, but it also has psychological implications that could be an attempt on her part to make him work harder at trying to achieve perfection. Saying “you’re not trying hard enough,” whether it’s just to Jack or to him and others, comes across like an attack, and while I don’t think that Night Swan particularly cares about hurting feelings, I do feel like she’s smart enough to know that her choice of words is important, especially to a child who is very easily influenced by words alone.

I’m not saying that I think this is the right interpretation, but I thought I’d share it because I haven’t seen anyone else talk about it this way :)

#food for thought I suppose #I didn’t mean for this to be so long #you can really tell I’m a writer huh #just dance #jack rose #jack rose jd #jack rose just dance #night swan jd #night swan just dance #just dance fandom

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hi! Is it okay I request?

Yandere Indra, Thor, and Poseidon with Fem!reader who is a maid that work with them. Y/n is kind and gentle maid and always respect. She was found by him before she become a maid, she was abandoned by her parents, the god took her and made her become a maid. The god found her sweet when they see her being kind to other servants and play with the kids. The god think he might marry her someday once the time has come. They get rid the evidence when they kill many man’s that dare touch his darling and make sure Y/n didn’t see the evidence. But somehow she found out when she found some clues while going to do her duty’s, she plan to run away but the god caught her and forced her to his wife.

-The actual number of years that you’ve spent with your master eluded you, but it had been so long since he took you in, giving you a job, a home, and a purpose of serving him.

-You never forgot his kindness and you always strived to always do your best when it was time to work!

-His house was always spotless, favorite meals and drinks prepared just the way he liked it, and you were there to brighten up his day with a warm smile.

-His home felt livelier with you there, it felt warm, he looked forward to return home after so many years of dreading the feeling of coming back to a cold and empty house.

-He had seen you playing with children on your day off, sitting in a large park with them sitting around you as you read to them, showing him that you were good with children as well.

-To be honest, he didn’t see you as a maid any longer, after so many years together, you felt like his wife, as you were always there to greet him when he got home, having his meal and bath prepared, you were perfect.

-And with that perfection, came jealousy, he started to become territorial with you, not so much with children, or with the other maids you worked with, but other men.

-If they were respectful towards you, as in keeping their distance, not touching you, then he was fine, just giving a glare, a warning for them to keep their distance.

-However, if a man was to touch you in anyway, the rage that burned at his soul was almost immediate, furious to see someone dirty touching your perfect body.

-Those men, some of them being servants, were quick to disappear from the household, your master telling you that they had quit, looking for employment elsewhere; and if they weren’t part of his household, they had gone missing.

-You hadn’t noticed anything unusual, at first anyway.

-It started a bit small, finding blood on your master’s shirt and immediately rushing to him, comically crying that he was injured, and you needed to treat him, holding the first aid kit while he tried to calm you down.

-He would just assure you that, as a god, he was able to heal his wounds much faster than normal humans such as yourself.

-He adored the pout on your face when you scolded him, telling him to be careful, as you didn’t want to lose him, it made him feel so fluffy inside that you cared about him so much.

-He needed to move forward with his plans on making you his wife, soon rather than later.

-He began to escort you everywhere, even on your days off, wanting to protect you, slowly convincing you that there were threats around, as you were close to him, and these villains wanted to use you to get to him.

-He used this fear to manipulate you in keeping you by his side and if a man were to try to approach you, especially if he tried to touch you, he would grab you, immediately drawing his weapon to threaten this offender, scaring you straight into his arms.

-You came across bloody weapons while tending to his private office, swords and knives, freaking you out, but you were quick to hide that you didn’t discover anything, becoming frightened as more and more of the servants started to disappear, no longer thinking they were quitting.

-You started to become uneasy around your master, who seemed to be following you wherever you went, always watching, you were growing nervous, afraid of him, before you decided you needed to run. However, with him always watching, you never had a free moment to try to sneak away from his home.

-The day he asked you to marry him, you were in the kitchen preparing a snack for him and he asked out of the blue. The plates in your hands fell to the floor as you gawked in shock, fingers twitching lightly.

-Your shock amused him as you were stammering, panicking as you tried to tell him you weren’t good enough for him, but he was quick to hush you, holding you close.

-It was weeks later when you were attacked, a man rushing at you, blaming you for his brother’s death, “It’s all your fault!!” you were scared, holding your cheek as he had backhanded you hard enough to knock you down.

-You heard your fiancé speak, his voice deathly low, “Close your eyes Y/N.” you did as you were told and you felt blood splatted on your dress and face, making your eyes snap open, horrified to see that your fiancé had brutally slaughtered this man.

-Indra- He instantly hugged you close, “Y/N are you all right?!” his hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, he could see you were in shock as he looked at your cheek, his eyes narrowing before he held you tightly, “Thank goodness I got here in time. He can’t hurt you any longer.” This shock and fear traumatized you, you were almost like a puppet, not reacting to anything for such a long while, worrying Indra, but at the same time, you were safe with him. His sweet words were the things that pulled you out of your trauma, convincing you that he knew what was best for you. As your husband, you came to learn this was true…wasn’t it?

-Thor- He instantly had you in his arms rushing you to the valkyries infirmary, commanding they help you, seeing your swollen cheek and eye, as well as skinned knees and a twisted ankle. You were patched up and given a blanket to wrap around your shoulders, as you were still in shock, having never seen such violence so close before. Thor quickly had you in his arms, hugging you tightly to him, whispering how glad he was that you were safe. His smile spread as he felt your arms going around his neck, hugging him back as you broke down, weeping softly at how scared you had been. Thor swore that he would protect you, but he also made the mental note to never do anything violent around you, as he didn’t want to scare you again. He wasn’t going to lose you to anyone.

-Poseidon- Your eyes were locked on the brutalized body, tears immediately falling from the shock as he quickly kneeled, blocking the body from your view, calling out your name. Seeing that you were in shock, he picked you up, ignoring your harsh flinch as he pulled you into his arms, whisking you back home to get you out of your dirty clothes and to treat your wounds. His anger at the shiner on your cheek was apparent, the harsh glare as he stared at it, but he was so gentle with his treatment, occasionally stopping to brush your tears away, “He can’t hurt you anyone more, Y/N.” you nodded, still numb as he stroked your uninjured cheek gently, “Forgive me for doing such a despicable act in front of you, but I felt so angry when I saw him hit you. You’re too precious for me to lose, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you.” His sweet words and kind actions melted your fear away until you lunged into his arms, knocking him back as you finally broke, sobbing in his arms. Poseidon said nothing, just holding you tightly, swearing that he would protect you from everyone.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror indra #ror thor #ror poseidon

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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SMOOCHES!!!!!

(This is slight self-indulgence, but whatever, it's cute😌, and it's with Dottore❤️)

Reader who has belly rolls (excess body fat that mainly shows when sitting down) and isn't insecure about them just doesn't really care about them (but you can write about them being insecure if you want, hurt/comfort my beloved😘)

One day, the reader is just sitting down somewhere, not paying much attention to their surroundings and continuing to write about smth. But the thing is, they're wearing a tank top or something that shows off their belly rolls. So, as Dottore glances at his lover.

He has to do a flustered double take because he only realized now that his partner has. Belly. Rolls.

I can just imagine Dottore sitting next to them and intensely staring at their stomach. Of course, the reader notices his presence and sits up a bit in their chair. Being all like.

"Um... love??? What are you staring a- "NO DON'T MOVE." Dottore quickly interrupts, not wanting their rolls to go away just yet😭

AND IF THEY LET HIM JUST DIG HIS FINGERS IN BETWEEN THE ROLLS???? Bro's on the verge of passing out❤️

-Yin anon (sorry if my writing sucks a bit in this =/)

Yin anon this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long because i tend to scroll and reread and just smile widely at it but now i'm finally responding BECAUSE YES.

It's hard to imagine him not noticing something about you, mostly because he has literally every single detail of you imprinted in his brain and also his journals, and will notice something new about you before you even realize too. But, for the sake of fluff, let's just say there's a first time for even people such as Il Dottore. He doesn't look at you at first, this is kind of a routine after all, you barging into his office to do nothing but sit there in his presence. Until he does, and when he sees the extra chub on your tummy. And he's honestly a bit disappointed in himself, for not noticing that until now. He's supposed to know every single thing about you. No, this cannot do. Not at all. And he has to remedy that.

Well, it's not the first time you've had to deal with Dottore's strange habits examining your body, but this instance is... something else indeed. You've never really had someone be so... interested in your chub before? You're a bit embarrassed by how intense he is with feeling you up, but it seems like your words aren't getting through to his brain right now, so you'll have to endure it. He ends up muttering stuff to himself afterward and scribbles a lot. That scientist brain of his is probably working overtime... you wonder what goes through it sometimes. (And then the other segments want in on this too.)

If you're insecure about it, he just wouldn't understand? I feel like I say this a lot but, as someone who strives to make humans on the level of Gods and all that, striving for human perfection, he would truly see you on that level. The culmination of beauty. So, you can try to hide from him, but he will not let that behavior continue for long. Yes, he really will show you how much he loves that extra chub, in more ways than one if you so desire. And numerous times as well, since he knows that such insecurities won't go away after just one instance.

#smooches talks #yin anon #dottore love notes <3 #would love for him to put his head on my tummy #THANK U FOR THIS MY BELOVED 😘 IT WAS AMAZING SHUSH #add thighs into this as well #he squishes them unconsciously while doing paperwork

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You're probably getting tired of answering asks about the omegaverse universe, but I'm just so in love with how you said that the endotypes were on a spectrum, because I've never been able to quite express that thought, but it's definitely something I've thought too!

I find it a fun idea that an alpha that may act all big and tough is actually extremely submissive in bed, or vice versa with an omega that might seem gentle or compliant, but then is demanding or dominant when having sex. Each person is their own individual with their own personality and sexual interests.

But I also really like the idea of betas being the exact same as an alpha or omega, just without a high enough level of the A or B hormone to have their own little "classification". They're just as capable of reproducing as an alpha or omega, but don't have enough of the hormones required to develop the traits for knots etc. I wonder if people in universe like to think that a beta's place in the pack is to essentially manage the group while the alpha and omega members are vulnerable during their heat/rut, hence why the stereotype of them being calm and unflappable.

I also really love the idea that the concept of gender in the omegaverse is very relaxed compared to that in our world.

Yeah! I've always loved playing with the idea of alphas/omegas that don't fit the traditional omegaverse roles, because humans are so freaking variable that it's hard to say anyone acts one way all the time. Let alphas be subs, let omegas be doms, let betas have literally any characteristics other than "not alpha or omega."

Here's how I view pack dynamics and I'm going to use the 141 as our pack model.

Starting with the high spectrum members of the pack:

Alphas. Not always the head of the pack! They're micromanagers, they need everything to be just so and get anxious when things aren't the way their brain is telling them they should be. They're the bedrock support of the pack, they're the one you go to when you need help with something. They're in tune with the atmosphere and needs of their pack, and strive to keep everyone stable as best they can. Highly reactive to their surroundings they tend to be rash decision makers, favoring being quick and decisive peace keepers over being entirely rational. It takes practice for an alpha to lose some of the overbearing need to help. Price is a classic alpha, he needs his orders followed, he needs everyone in order, and he knows when things are falling out of whack. Price is the man you go to first with a problem because you know he'll solve it quickly and with little mess.

Ghost has a lot of alpha tendencies: He isn't territorial like typical omegas, he tends to lean more towards anxiety when he isn't getting his way, he's not great at the emotional stuff but he'll problem solve if you need him to. He's a micromanager that keeps to himself, but also physically cannot be a lone wolf for too long before that desire for stability kicks in and he finds himself sitting with Soap napping on his shoulder.

Betas. True Betas are rare, most people don't have perfectly equal hormones, but the general "unflappable" comes from that. They're not active or reactive, they think their decisions through and use the resources at their disposal to come to the best outcome. This also ends up with a lot of brute forcing their way through emotional issues, but if the house is burning down they're the ones grabbing an extinguisher while alphas worry over the pack and omegas worry over the house. Betas serve a lot of roles in a pack, but most importantly they're the glue that holds everything together. A pack without a beta or two is setting itself up for failure. They're mutable, versatile, and most importantly they have you back if anything goes wrong.

Gaz is the perfect example of a beta. He has strong morals, but he's also deeply rational and will argue with Price if he thinks he's making the wrong call. He's able to keep his emotions in check to get the job done, and at the end of the day he's the one that can best adapt to the situation at hand. He's invaluable to the team and able to switch between different spectrum needs depending on the situation.

Omegas. You do not want to fuck with an omega on a bad day. The true heads of the pack in a traditional sortie(family/friend group) they're the emotional support and another decision maker for the group. Where alphas think big, omegas think small. They're looking at the minutia of the pack, thinking through what's best for the individual not the group as a whole. More active than reactive, they tend to think their decisions through before delivering the final verdict. This can lead to a lot of indecisive omegas, which is why having a beta around is important. Omegas will always be the first to initiate conversations and conflicts, sometimes sticking their nose where it doesn't belong and getting in trouble. They're great at bringing issues to the surface, not always great at the actual problem solving afterwards(cue the alpha).

Despite being an alpha leaning beta, I think Soap has the best grasp on omega pack positioning. In my mind he's a middle child in a big family, and had to learn to deal with emotional conflict early on. He's good at getting feelings out of people, working through conversations that need to be had and thinking rationally through the moves he's making. I think about the MW2 campaign and Soap being the one to make calls with Ghost's guidance: Soap is a decision maker, but he's also trying to keep the mood light. I think Ghost was surprised to find out that the omega he was talking to over comms was actually closer to being an alpha lol.

Ghost is a flip flopper on the scale, his hormones directly reacting to his stress and trauma, giving him the best opportunities for survival in every situation. He's got a weird mix of omega and alpha instincts: he's deeply territorial(omega) but only about people(alpha), he's not great at the emotional shit(beta lol) but he also starts getting anxious when the pack is having disagreements(omega), he tends to be overbearing(alpha) but he's also a highly rational decision maker(omega). He's an omega that has been forced to slide up the scale in order to survive, only going back to his normal when he feels safe.

Anyway I hope this was interesting to people, these are just my thoughts for my omegaverse. Not my thoughts on the traditional au.

#ghoul speaks #omegaverse #a/b/o

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cinnamontails-ff · 16 days

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The incredible @kittenintheden tagged me for this, so I'll give it my best shot!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Four.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

224,051 - which, honestly, is insane because that means I've written (and edited) pretty much two entire novels over the course of last 12 months. The vampire elf is too powerful, guys.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

BG3

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm a fandom newbie, so I don't even have 5, but here are my babies:

Accountant's Guide - Pre-Canon Astarion teams up with a human accountant to frame Cazador for tax fraud. It's exactly as whacky as it sounds.

Magistrate's Advocate - The Magistrate Astarion longfic someone had to write.

Vampire Stay-at-Home Trophy Husband - Reverse Isekai EA oneshot

An Empirical Science - My contribution to the Holy Rolan Empire

5) Do you respond to comments?

Always. Obsessively so. Love responding to comments and chatting with readers.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My fics have a good bit of angst and tension and heartbreak, but I always strive for an overall "warm" feeling in my writing, so those moments tend to get resolved at some point. No angsty endings in my portfolio (yet).

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Accountant's Guide is where I gave Astarion everything I wish he could have. Zero regrets.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally, but it's pretty rare. Not to make excuses for people hating on fics (because that is despicable; we're working for free here), but I don't think my fics are controversial enough to attract a lot of hate. They're cute. They're wholesome. They don't take themselves too seriously, so I think it's pretty difficult to hate on them.

Although someone once called Scarlett a b**** and sometimes I remember that and I become wrath.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Explicit smut is something I've really only started doing when I got into fanfiction this past year. I like incorporating it into my longfics to emphasize key moments for my characters and their development, so it's part porn, part plot.

It can get kinky, but it will always be consensual. Dubcon/noncon is a big no for me, personally.

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No crossovers, but An Empirical Science is where I have a lot of fun butchering adapting Pride & Prejudice lines. I mean, it's a Rolan fic. How could you not?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know, but I have seen coincidences of very similar concepts and ideas popping up after I've introduced them in my fics.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, there's an ongoing Ukrainian translation for Accountant's Guide! I translate the comments every now and then and readers are really praising the language skills of the translator, so that's awesome!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but we chat a lot about my stories on my Discord server, so that's often a little like writing together.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Shalladin (Kaladin x Shallan from Stormlight Archive). I love Brandon Sanderson with all my heart, but for this, I will never forgive him.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I get very hyperfocused on my stories and rarely work on more than 1 project at a time, so I tend to finish what I start.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Look, my social anxiety makes me a pretty rizzless person to talk to in real life, but my writing is funny. It's charming. I am great at character voice. I keep things real. My OCs don't need to be perfect flawless beauty goddesses to woo the guy; they recite a few paragraphs and swing their fountain pen and the guy is on. the. floor.

Sometimes literally.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

According to a rather charming public bookmark on my fic, I struggle with "pacing issues" and "questionable narrative choices". Clearly, this person knows what they're talking about, so let's accept it as fact.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think this is generally really difficult to pull off without being confusing (check out "The Wee Free Men" by Sir Terry Pratchett for a really good example how to do it). So unless I had a very specific reason for it, I would prefer to write around it as I've done with Infernal in An Empirical Science.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Still BG3. First and last? Who knows.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

Accountant's Guide. It's the story I wrote when I hit rock bottom and thought I couldn't write anymore. It's the story that made me believe again. My first story in English and by far the easiest thing I've ever written. It's the story I reread when I'm sad, when I'm happy, when I want a hug that reaches all the way into my soul. I am never happier than when people tell me this is a comfort read for them, just as it is for me.

I'm tagging @thedreamlessnights, @purdledooturt, @larvasmoon, @karinamay and @davenswitcher if they feel like sharing their answers!

#tag game #astarion fanfic #rolan fanfic #holy rolan empire #bg3 #cinnamontails

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fiprobably · 3 months

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What is it about Sam Wilson that you love?

Late answer but! There's a lot of things that I love Sam for. Here's a (hopefully) comprehensive list!

His sense of justice tends to lean toward the people more than anything (does that even make sense??). He has a deep understanding of the people and especially POWs. He used to work at the VA, he gave up his life to bring Bucky home, he understood Steve on a human level, and he pays immense attention to black vets and always strives to make the public recognize them. That's also why he makes a better Cap in this period of time imo. His justice isn't focused solely on America itself but everyone in the world who is facing injustice.

He's family-oriented. Coming from a country that highly values family, I think I connect deeply to that aspect of him. Sure, his sense of justice drove him away from his family, but he owned up to that and tried to make it up to his sister and nephews. Also he is so determined to keep his family legacy, and I love that for him?? Family man W, he should be my wife.

He's kind all around, but not a pushover. He jokes around and laughs and all that, and that's mostly how we sees him. But he also has his opinions and isn't afraid to stand up for himself, doesn't let anyone put him down. He doesn't tolerate Bucky's bullshit even though they're (technically) friends.

He's so skilled in what he does. Like, the man can fly and fight and use a giant boomerang and fix his robot bird that probably still uses Stark tech and do smooth talk and joke and just?? All the while not possessing anything superhuman like the super soldier serum or a genius brain. He gained all them skills entirely through practice. He's the embodiment of practice makes perfect. Just built different fr.

He has the best sense of humor. That's it. That's the tweet.

Boobs?? Thighs?? Ass?? Tooth gap?? That smile?? Eyelashes?? He's just so pretty??

He's just perfect idk

That's definitely not comprehensive but here you go lmao

#sam wilson #captain america #falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #ask fi!

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alevolpe · 3 months

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Hi :) How are you? (This is going to be a lengthy ask lol)

You mentioned in one of your posts that you would like to see the relationship between the senshi and the normal everyday people and perhaps the humans turning against the Senshi.

What do you think about the enemy working with the human government to take down the Senshi to fulfill their goal of forming their empire or whatever and what your headcanon might predict of how it's all going to go down?

I wish the SM franchise would explore more with the outsiders perspective and relationship between the senshi's.

Hi! Sorry you've prob waited a while for this one, my bad.

But yeah, I've mentioned before that the public has an active and rocky relationship with the senshi.

It's a very mixed bag! But overall, to grossly generalize, most younger people are in favor of them and idolize them, while older people and parents tend to scrutinize and antagonise them.

They are unknown beings, who just pop in out of nowhere and at best cause property damage and at worst, well cause some casualties (in my hc, sometimes they fail and people die, it's unfortunate, but it's a reality they have to live with).

Say you're a parent your child turned into an otherworldly creature, a group of 'defenders' shows up and leads you away while promising you they'll try their best to save your child. Next thing you know, one of them walks to you with simply a bag of dust in their hands and a devastated expression, but no words spoken, and they leave.

This is what I see a few people experienced, parents, friends, siblings.. they can't really see past their own grief to understand that these saviors aren't just perfect immortal beings who can just decided who gets to live and who doesn't. They're human, like them, but not quite.

On the other hand, I see people adoring and respecting them, on the more superficial side cause they are superheroes and why wouldn't you idolize a person with super powers, furthermore on the more emotional side, people have been saved or have had other people saved by them. They're grateful and compassionate.

I can totally understand both sides, at the end of the day, people are scared of the unknown, you can't totally blame them for not trusting the senshi, no matter how many justice speeches they deliver.

Going more into the lore aspect, I don't really see the government working with the enemy, it's a neat idea, but I wouldn't really fit in my narrative.

I was thinking more along the lines of a subtle influence by the enemy. Pushing the public to hate the senshi more and more, to the point that they can't even show up by themselves without risking getting attacked by mobs for people.

After a particular deadly explosion, the public perception of them has hit an all time low, and the new enemy strives to dig that even deeper and deeper.

It starts with news articles after rumors and interviews, all these factors fueling a never-ending machine of paranoia. The senshi show up on missions like they always do, all of a sudden, stones get tossed, along with insults and threats. It gets so bad that they can't even transform without informing the others, they can't travel alone, they are just in a form of hiding, powerless to help people without putting themselves in massive danger.

Small note, but I think this situation in particular is very compelling. Seeing how differently the girls take on the issue of not being able to help the public cause the public does not want to be helped. Especially for Mina, she basically has to make the very hard decision of prioritizing the safety of her girls over the safety of innocent people and this could cause a lot of super interesting clashes within the group.

Going even further, it gets worse and now random girls start getting attacked and so forth. You kind of see what I'm getting at. This is the plot of one fo the seasons in my narrative.

It's not really government vs senshi, but the actual public is against them. I think it's very interesting, but I'm still very much in writing limbo, so that's how far I'll say about

Thank you for the ask! Hopefully this is the answer u were looking for.

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⚝ Responsibility ⚝

》 Many types of witchcraft and magickal practices tend to push the ideas of some sort of ethical law. In wicca there is the rede of 'harm none do as thou will'. There is the ideology of the three-fold rule, what ever you put out returns three times as worse or better unto you. There is the idea of karama, that you will recieve a retribution for the acts that you perform. You can choose to believe any of these things or deny that they exist, however practitioners must take responsibility for the energy that they use when performing magick. The world is full of balance, you may do baneful workings and see no issues in your own life but be fully aware that these workings may be causing issues elsewhere, not just the intended target. Claiming responsibility for your energy, the energy you manifest, the spirits and the Deities that are with you is a must when stepping into magickal practices. The spells that you perform may or may not rebound to you, so knowing what you did and how to correct it if need arises is a lesson of its own making.

⚝ Respect ⚝

》 In all of your practice there should be respect for everything you use, call upon, or seek help from. Do not disrespect powers that are older than you such as the elements, deities, herbs, animals, etc. Try to approach older practitioners with respect as well, for they have walked the path that you currently travel. Their words are guidance, they do not wish to scare you or make you feel as though something cannot be done. Older practitioners want to help and aide new practitioners so that they don't have to find things out the hard way. If you disrespect the greater powers or older practitioners be weary of what may come your way and be ready to give tidings to offer apologies for the things you may have done.

⚝ Intuition and Intent ⚝

》 Foundational knowledge is key to making magick happen. Understanding history, symbolism, traditions, correspondences, and how ingredients come together creates a well rounded practice. If intent was the end all be all anyone could wake up and be a powerful practitioner without even having learned a single thing about magick. Your gut, intuition, is a big part of creating your practice but it should not be all that you rely on. It is called a practice for a reason, it takes time, information, and education. There are those with natural gifts however if they are not expanded upon or repetitively practices they will never grow to their full potential. Do not make the mistake of thinking your intent and intuition are all that is required. However, do learn to trust your intuition in certain cases. If you are getting the overwhelming sensation to not do something, then don't do it. If something doesn't feel right explore that feeling and uncover the reasoning. Never fully ignore your gut but also there are times when you need not fully rely on it either, you must find this balance.

⚝ Patience ⚝

》 If you rush your learning there will be mistakes. If you rush your spells there will be backfire. Take your time and plan things out. Do not give in to the ideology that it has to be done quickly. Quickness leads to sloppy and ineffective work. By not following wppropriate steps in learning you put yourself at risk to encounter something you cannot defend yourself from. By speeding through a spell you do not give it the energy or focus needed to make it potent and feasible. You will end up in a situation that you may not be able to fix if you rush learning and spell crafting. Do not allow set backs to deter you from your craft. Set backs are just lessons in disguise. Learn from them, rework your practice and move on.

⚝ Perfectionism ⚝

》 You are human, to be so is to be imperfect. Striving for perfection in your practice is admirable but do not become perturbed when things are not perfect. Mistakes become lessons on how to better perform our magickal workings. Write down each working and analyze what went well and what did not, as well as the outcome. This will help you to create a better spell or practice. Don't worry about doing something grand in your practice each day, becoming to focused on your craft can lead to an embalance within your life, whice is NOT healthy. If you feel you need to do something magickal related everyday do the small things: stirring tea or coffee with intent, adding herbs to meals to herb boost a, b and c, meditation for 10 mins a day, standing in sunlight for a few minutes, all these things can be simple magickal practices to incorporate into your daily routine.

⚝ Practice ⚝

》 Magick does not just happen. You do not will things into being or spell things into suddenly appearing. Magick is a practice, as in a continuous routine within your life to make things better along side the aid of modernity and medicine. Magick does not replace the science that we have today. It is in junction with these things that magick can make a person's life fuller and more rewarding. Do not go into the idea of magick as it will give you what you want and need immediately. There is no magic pill only a magickal practice to be built on and used to tune your life to thw frequency that you need it to be at to be happy and healthy.

⚝ Individualization ⚝

》 Do not try to mirror the journey that someone else has taken. This is your practice, your journey, make it unique to you. Remember that what works for one may not work for someone else. Your beliefs and experiences should be what mold your craft and practice, don't let the experiences of someone else try to force you into a mold. Also, your path can be an amalgamation of traditions. Do not think for a moment that you must follow a map that is predetermined. Be open to learning all the traditions and information that you can and use what bits that you find to fit within your practice. You do not have to be just an herbalist or just a diviner, you are more than just one aspect of magick. You create your practice. Make it what you need it to be and if later in life it needs adjusting that is okay as well.

⚝ Mindfulness ⚝

》 When you set a goal to manifest you must mindfully push forward to that goal each day. Small steps add up over time, however setting a goal and not making an effort to achieve said goal is passive manifestation and will take a very long time for the goal to come to fruition, if it at all. Be aware of the goals you set everyday and the things that you can do to reach those goals. Small steps lead to big rewards, but no steps leads to stagnation. You do not have to dive head first into making the things you are trying to manifest happen but manifestation takes an active participant to work. Do not sit back and hope that these things will happen, you are in control of your life and the outcomes within it. Be an active participant.

⚝ Economics ⚝

》 You do not need all the fancy tools, herbs, and books that are being pushed for sale in modern spiritual shops. A aimple notebook or file on your computer for your grimoire or book of shadows. A fallen stick that you have adorned with string from a tree that you have always admired as your wand. A butterknife as you athame. Be frugal in your purchases. It is ok to find things in nature, thrift stores, or dollar stores. Magick does not have to be expensive and extravagant to work. Often, it is the simplest spells and items that create true lasting magick. It is also good to know where the items you are purchasing come from. Ethical sourcing has become a large problem within the magickal community. The only way to achieve a better economy within our community is to hold ourselves accountable.

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Carmy, Sydney, and Marcus... Because We Will Never Shut Up About It.

Deep thoughts while waiting for the feeling to come back to my mouth after a dental procedure, so forgive me if this is all over the place:

The dynamics between Carmy, Sydney, and Marcus have sparked endless posts due to key scenes in E7 and E8. Most takes seem to be polarized to either sympathize with Carmy or sympathize with Sydney and Marcus. I’m here to say a binary view is a reductive take. I’m approaching this from a perspective of social consciousness, personal experience, and objectivity needed when creating meaningful commentary on media. Hell, I’m even going to say it’s crucial to analyzing culture in general. Ignoring these factors is much of the reason people fail in relating to each other and moving forward together from a place of understanding and commonality. I’m probably going to piss some people off with my points but please at least read to the end and then be pissed off all you want.

The usual opinions regarding these three tend to fall into two camps. One, Carmy failed and is a horrible boss and his white man pain does not excuse his behavior and Sydney and Marcus are at no fault and are trying to reach excellence, within a system that is not in their favor, without proper support. Two, Sydney and Marcus are totally to blame for what happened and Carmy deserved to snap and shouldn’t have apologized or accepted them back. Both opinions are usually presented simplistically, sometimes with a few more shades of nuance, but essentially this is the essence of what I’m seeing voiced. Strictly agreeing with one or the other is not accurate.

My conclusions from take one are that Sydney and Marcus are deserving of leadership that will foster and guide their development to a higher level but Carmy in his current state is incapable of giving them what they need. That doesn’t make him a monster, it makes him human, regardless if he is a white man in pain or not. I don’t know any man or woman in his situation that wouldn’t be struggling given his lived experience. I don’t know any human who is having panic attacks at the drop of a dime, is always on the verge of tears, is still freshly grieving, dissociates, and sleep cooks who would be able to give new employees their best and maintain composure at all times. It’s just not realistic. Just because someone has authority doesn’t mean they can deliver what is needed at all times.

Sydney and Marcus are both young Black professionals striving for more in Carmy’s kitchen under his uneasy authority. He isn’t looking at them as employees to mentor, he's looking at them as talented resources to help foster stability. That’s where he is at with them professionally. That’s all he has to give. It’s a case of bad timing, not a bad person. Sydney and Marcus were not getting the leadership they desperately needed and their lived experiences aren’t recognized but despite their lived experiences they would still be in the same scenario. Anybody coming into that kitchen would not be getting Carmy’s best. That sucks but it is what it is.

Much has been said about how we shouldn’t dismiss the relationship between Carmy and Sydney as mentor and mentee because she has stellar credentials, is a superb cook, is a capable leader (in ways Carmy fails), has business experience, and has saved The Beef many times. She is invaluable. So I agree that we shouldn’t just reduce her to a mentee in Carmy’s kitchen. But she did seek to work with him for a reason. She does think she can learn from him. So while she may not be super subordinate to him she herself acknowledges that she has something to gain from him. She told this to Richie in E2. She said they could ALL learn a lot from him. She wants to get to the level of perfection she reveres him for. He made the best dish she’s ever had. She is seeking something from him she didn’t get in her previous experiences, even as her own boss. That does not diminish her, that’s saying basically what her words and actions have shown us. Carmy gave her a title but he never outlined the dynamic and was wishy-washy. One minute she is “everything else” the next he’s “Yes, Cheffing” her. She was confused on where she stood at any time. When he gave feedback or tried to get her on point he never explained how or why. When he snapped at her about Tina’s insubordination I think he was trying to get her to see it didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to micromanage personal dynamics and she needed to steer the ship and do what needed to get service back on track. Instead of that he just barked. Instead of telling her what was up with the risotto and offering to workshop it with her, he was just dismissive and offered a wet eyed apology. He failed to communicate properly when she urgently needed it.

Marcus is totally new to elevated cuisine having worked at McDonald’s and his time at The Beef under Michael. Once he sees that Carmy and Sydney are coming from a whole other world he is intrigued and wants more. Moving from bread baking to becoming a real pastry chef is his vision. Another establishment may have gotten rid of him once they outsourced bread but he was kept on and given a new trajectory. He admirably catches a spark and runs with it. He starts putting in the work to immerse himself in fine patisserie knowledge and practice. Carmy does allow Marcus space to experiment. He does give Sydney authority to lead. But what he offers them is messy, undefined, and not fully realized because he isn’t capable and he is unaware of how this is being internalized by them.

Mentally, he doesn’t have the bandwidth and he also doesn’t have a healthy model to reference. We all know it takes a lot of work for someone abused to break the cycle of abuse. All he knows is his own experience. It’s easy to say okay dude, don’t do that but it's harder to just flick a switch and be different. It’s even harder when you are in your own crisis mode and are starting from fucked. Carmy’s trauma can’t just be switched off nor can his bad habits. He tries, he fails. It’s not an excuse but it is an explanation. He is a white man in pain but he’s also human. Sydney and Marcus happen to be at the receiving end. Not fair, but also not intentional. He knows he wants to do better, better just didn’t come fast enough.

My conclusions from take two are that Sydney and Marcus did make mistakes but they are not worthy of continued blame and Carmy should learn from his loss of control. Sydney totally deserves a pass. As mentioned, she came through for the team big time on numerous occasions. When she quit that’s when Carmy went into full meltdown. Him screaming wasn’t it, to me. Him losing it when she left was the full meltdown. He knows he needs her. She’s MVP. She was overworked, underpaid, harassed by Richie, and hazed. She could have and arguably should have quit many times. She could have gotten a job elsewhere but she chose to stay committed to The Beef until she couldn’t. She reached her breaking point and was like why am I putting up with this shit? I wouldn’t have, I would have been like see ya way before she did. She helped Carmy transform that place, as noted by Tina and Marcus, yet received very little in return. Maybe she abandoned the team but how many times did Carmy leave her in the lurch? Carmy messed up by not taking the minute he always asks her for and touching base about the tension over the review and making sure they were aligned on all points before launching a new service model. They could have done the run through she seemed to be asking for but he was full steam ahead and ignoring the issue.

Marcus is a slightly different story. No, I don’t think he deserves to be berated endlessly nor is he a lost cause but he does need to realize that while maybe making cakes and being on task E7 wouldn’t have fixed the shit show his repeated lack of listening to both Carmy and Sydney about staying on task was ignored. He did get space to do his thing all he was asked was to not get sidetracked. Carmy said he trusted him but he still didn’t listen. Carmy gave him a pep talk after he still didn’t listen and blew a fuse in the middle of a day that already started fucked. He still didn’t listen. The day they were starting a new service model and Carmy warned him to stay on task he still didn’t listen. When Sydney got onto him about it he still didn’t listen. That’s a lesson any employee needs to learn. I don’t care how talented and passionate you are what work place would allow you to just not listen after multiple reminders? You simply have to follow direction. Him not processing that is a huge flaw. The thing is a good, capable leader would take the time and work with him to establish a way to prioritize and create a development plan. They would see that he is going to sink if he doesn’t get that under control. It just wasn’t the time for that in the midst of all the chaos of getting The Beef solvable and Carmy wasn’t equipped to give that or recognize it was needed. What I do fault Carmy with is not taking control and realizing they couldn’t do the impossible in E7. He should have just stopped, regrouped, canceled the orders, and done a post-mortem on what went wrong. His blowup wasn’t just about the to-go’s or the review. He was holding it together, barely, for months and this was him finally blowing a fuse.

I think when some see the scene of Sydney and Marcus talking shit about Carmy they stay stuck on neither accepting blame. I took the scene as two young Black professionals bonding and talking shit because coworkers talk shit about their boss. As far as demanding apologies from Carmy or Sydney and Marcus, fine, sure, whatever. Carmy did apologize to both of them. Maybe it wasn’t as gushing and dramatic as some think he needs to be to atone. I dunno, I think it was okay for where we are in the story. Sydney and Marcus are still a bit bitter and cautious, as one would expect after being chastised in front of peers. I don’t think it’s fair to expect them to prostrate themselves to Carmy, someone they are still giving a bit of side eye to after he did humiliate them. They don’t fully understand what’s up with Carmy. He keeps things well guarded. When he opened up about Al-Anon Sydney, rightfully so, she said it was too personal. So he takes that as let me keep my shit to myself, like I always have, we ain’t that close, sorry. By the same token, Sydney and Marcus may not be at the point of being like hey, these are my experiences being Black in the workplace, thirsty for more, and feeling marginalized so I’m sensitive to x, y, z.

Everyone is in their own story and not fully transparent because they are all navigating how to exist together joyfully and productively. Nor is anyone a mind reader. But really, at the core all three of their needs and struggles are universal. Who hasn’t felt unsupported and taken for granted? Who hasn’t had to keep adulting when their world is crumbling? I think what’s needed more is a sit down between all of them to hash it out. What we got in E8 was venting from Sydney and Marcus and guilty resignation from Carmy. Not satisfying, but realistic. They have work to do as a team. They need love and forward positive movement more than they need some perceived deserved atonement. Words are easy and cheap. Anybody can say they sorry, what they actually gonna do?

My whole point is we need to look at all of them as just people. I’m not saying be blind to identity but at the core everyone’s arc could be anyone’s arc. All of their struggles are universal. I am a Black woman and I relate to all three of them for various reasons. Like Sydney, I have been the young Black girl thrust into leadership but not supported in growth. My authority has been questioned, I’ve been bullied, I’ve been given too much on my plate because I’m “so capable and being held to a higher standard.” Like Marcus, I’ve hyper fixated on a new passion to the point of obsession and had trouble figuring out how to maintain the baseline while chasing perfection. Like Carmy, I have depression and anxiety, had an addict family member who died suddenly (my mom, I didn’t go to the funeral either and had to go back home abruptly) yet still had to be the boss of a shit show while trying to heal, deal, not overshare, share, yet ask for a minute that was never given all at the same time.

I don’t know if I’m making any sense but I think everyone needs to look deeper if they seek to prioritize any of these character’s needs over another and be dismissive of anyone’s struggles. I think that’s what the show is kind of about. And maybe do the same thing with people IRL. Anything else is unproductive and unkind. There is not enough mercy, grace, empathy, and understanding.

Anyways, be blessed and Happy Holidays!

Edited to add: In no way am I dismissing the conscious or unconscious bias of some viewers who fail to empathize with Sydney and Marcus. I forgot to include that earlier. My point is conscious and unconscious bias can be at play with either take on the conflicts between these three characters.

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hallucie · 1 year

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Astro Observation 5

✨Saturn Aries✨ these natives grew up with the drill sergeant parent/authoritative influence. Had to learn how to hold back impulse. I personally think these natives are really great leaders once they learn how to dial in their drive. A tendency to be critical of human weakness and error.

✨Saturn 4H✨ grew up fast, often looking after their family members. They held a lot of responsibility at a young age. These natives also tend to hide who they are from the world. They’re honest homebodies but given a chance to get away from their responsibilities I think they’d make a run for it.

✨Saturn 2H✨ growing up with little money, feeling valueless but overtime finding self confidence through items. (Kanye West Leo Saturn 2H) “Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious. That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches.” - All Falls Down 2004

✨Saturn 8H✨ hard time connecting with individuals on a deep intimate level. Struggling for most of their lives, these people go through setback after setback. Eventually it will lead them to greatness.

✨Saturn 11H✨ it takes a long time for these individuals to reach their dreams and goals. Little do they know that others look to them as 100% capable of achieving greatness.

✨Pluto conjunct Jupiter✨ HUGE power struggle. These Natives thrive in growing their power to assert their will onto others. (Warren Jeffs from the FLDS) I’ve also seen this play out in composite charts as well— from experience.

✨Virgo Venus conjunct Lilith✨ these people believe something is inherently wrong with themselves and obsess/strive for perfection (Eugenia Cooney) I’m also pretty sure her Pisces Saturn is in opposition to her Venus+Lilith, which really doubles down on the delusion that something is wrong with her.

✨Scorpio 12H✨ keep secrets about themselves to their grave.(Kim K -Whole House System)

✨Sun opposition Jupiter✨ being adamant about following through with something because they believe that they can but they’re over shooting the reality. They say yes to everyone because they believe that they can and they don’t want to disappoint. But because they overshoot the belief in themselves, they end up falling short and disappointing anyway.

✨Jupiter Sun conjunction✨ Big ego (Kanye) someone who never really grows up. They have a child like sense about them. A strong belief within themselves. I also noticed that these people really put in the elbow grease of whatever they shine in. Whether that be in their work life, their home life or when it comes to loving others.

#astrology #mars #neptune #saturn #jupiter #pisces #scorpio #astro observations #mercury #sun #lilith #virgo #capricorn #eugenia cooney #Kanye #kim kardashian #Pluto #Aries #Venus

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Fanfic Recs For Completed Lovesquare AU Miraculous Fics in 2023

By AU, I'm talking ones with a totally different setting, not just like a canon divergence AU. I'm thinking like Fantasy AUs, Sci-fi AUs, Royalty AUs, that sort of thing.

the legend of the firefly by @agnes-writes

“She’s… beautiful. If he were to describe her, he’d say that they bottled summer in her eyes, and painted the night sky in her hair. Her lips are curved into a wistful smile, eyes trailing the thicket of trees where Adrien stands. Her gaze sets his heart stuttering in his chest as it softens, and Adrien almost believes that look is meant for him.” OR: A pair of lovers create a romance that transcends time, and leaves a mark like no other.

This is an incredibly well-written folk tale, one that I highly recommend anyone who loves mythological, folktale, fantasy, etc AUs for Adrienette to read! It’s on the shorter side, but woven so perfectly that it packs an outsized punch, and feels like it belongs in one of those collections of folk tales and myths I read as a kid!

Adrien’s a god, gifting prosperity to those under his protection, but never interacting with them… until a farm girl catches his eye.

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her. “Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?” Adrien smirked and crossed his arms. “It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

Lovely world-building here! Merfolk and humans have had a treaty for a long time, so there’s a tradition where merfolk can challenge humans to a race, and whoever wins gets to ask for a reasonable sort of reward (in Marinette’s case, she wants to be allowed to captain a ship at a younger age than is usually allowed). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are naturally very encouraging towards Marinette, and luckily for her, a nice merman going by the name of Chat Noir shows up and challenges her to a race…

Yeah you can see where this is going XD. It’s fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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hands red series by katrinette

Summary for the first fic in the series, a serpent in these still waters:

Marinette’s on her knees before her new king, preparing to swear the oath that binds her to serve him to the best of her ability. To the man whose father had her parents killed. Every word tastes like ash in her mouth.

Marinette’s plotting to overthrow the corrupt monarch, as the French tend to do. She doesn’t know King Adrien all that well, since he just ascended to the throne recently, but she’s certain that he’s just as bad as his father.

Of course, rebellion’s aren’t very effective without help, so after biting her tongue with the new king, she rants to her partner in crime, a man whose true name and face she does not know, but who she deeply trusts nonetheless: Chat Noir.

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May I Introduce Myself, Your Highness? by @chocoluckchipz

Whether picking up a stray animal off the streets or saving a dying child at the market, Adrien had always strived to be the best version of himself. Truly, he would’ve been the perfect candidate to be snatched up by a kwami, were he an orphan, dying somewhere remote after a short life full of nothing but suffering and misery. Yet as it stood, the sole heir to the French throne had little to complain about. Apart from, perhaps, a complete absence of a love life. That is until a mysterious girl, wandering around his gardens at night, catches his attention.

I love Fantasy AUs. It’s a bit unclear what’s happening at first, but it all gets explained in the last chapter. Also don’t worry about the age gap between Marinette and Adrien at the start of the story, I promise it’s not a problem in the end.

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How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying And Love The Ball by @rosie-b

Hidden from the crowds thronging around the busy fairy portal in Paris’s town square, a fae gate sits at the edge of the forest, locked, rusty, and full of ancient magic. Marinette thinks that this abandoned gate must not work anymore… but one day, a fairy disguised as a black cat steps through it.

Ah, Fantasy Soulmate AUs, my beloved XD. This ain’t the only one of this fic type I’m gonna be recommending. This is just a cute fluff fic without much strife. I love Marinette and Chat Noir being able to be childhood friends via his visits, even if he has to pretend to be her cat whenever he comes over, and I ESPECIALLY adore Alya being his chaperone and quickly becoming friends with Marinette in her own right. It ain’t a complicated plot, but it is a nice and warm fic.

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a winter so warm by @rosekasa

winters were hard for even the best of vampires, but at least adrien had marinette to keep him warm with her cuddles. december was going to suck without her. so it was only to be expected to get extra cuddles in before she left, right? (well, not really, considering those heating supplements he was taking, but she didn’t need to know about that).

This one’s mostly just cute cuddly adorableness! It’s basically like all those “Marinette gets the Ladybug trait of needing to cuddle up to someone for warmth”, but with Adrien instead. And of course featuring Marinette being a very talented witch who just wants to help Adrien stay warm when she isn’t there XD.

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Stitched Together by @nedjsmlfavs

Stitch Witch Marinette was just supposed to be having a nice, terrifying outing with her best friends. She never expected to find a magically trapped kitten, but here we are! Whatever happened to this poor little guy?

Poor Adrien, being transformed and chained up for ages, having no idea that he was gonna be rescued. But at least he got to have fun at Marinette’s place as a cat!

Most of this fic is adorable, though with some dark undertones lying in wait. After all, SOMEONE chained up that poor little kitty…

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Dreams of You by @chocoluckchipz

Dreams had long been his only escape. Dreams of Ladybug, the girl who had always been there for him.

If only in his dreams. And only while she was also sleeping.

Because with the first rays of sunshine gliding over her skin, with the first fluttering of her eyelashes, from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, memories of Adrien would vanish from her mind.

She would go on living her life.

He would always be the only one who remembered.

At least until they meet in the real world and fall in love all over again, something that would’ve been easier to do if Adrien wasn't a prisoner in his own home.

Chocoluckchipz has some of the most beautifully executed lovesquare fics I’ve read, and this is no exception. Most of the fic is dedicated to Adrien wooing Marinette, spending time with her, with her own dream self acting as his wingman, giving her tips on how to get her to fall for him, all the while frustrated that she can’t share memories with her waking self, and that she and Adrien can’t share as much information as they’d like while asleep, due to limitations of the “curse” that allows Adrien to share dreams with his soulmate.

It’s not all cute Adrienette fluff though. There’s a threat in the background waiting to erupt, as the weirdness of Gabriel’s ultimatum to Adrien about finding Ladybug or else being forced to marry Lila keeps on gnawing at him - and with good reason. This is a world with magic and kwamis still, and that fact makes itself very relevant in the last third of the story.

It’s a well-written tale and very much worth a read!

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delicate in every way but one by katrinette

When Marinette finds a wanted ad that provokes just enough questions in her mind that she can’t help answering it, the reward is sweeter than she could have imagined.

I love the little bit of worldbuilding we get here about vampire society, and Adrien’s usual awkward adorableness in asking Marinette for a certain necessary favor. It’s always neat to see such familiar characterization in a supernatural setting like this.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec

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I’m likely going to regret posting this after an actual rewatch of season ten, but-

Chloe was a wonderful foil to Timmy. They should have shared fairies. They’re perfect for each other friendship-wise.

Timmy’s conflicts are mainly external - neglectful parents, abusive babysitter, sucky school life - and despite his rowdiness and forgetful nature, he’s genuinely a very sweet boy who just gets caught up in whatever rash wish he’s made. Sure, he only has two friends (excluding his godparents), but that’s because he’s unpopular.

Chloe…has the exact opposite problem. All of her problems are purely internal. She does good everywhere she goes and strives to help everyone, which makes her a good person by nature, but it’s because of that giving nature why she has no real friends. She’s elevated immediately upon going somewhere to a celebrity status - it happened in Dimmsdale, and though she didn’t seem particularly upset about it, she still hasn’t stopped getting praise for her actions even months after moving there. Her life is the antithesis of Timmy’s to a T - wonderful, caring (if not overprotective) parents, a lot of people around her all the time, and a genuine love for everything that would theoretically make her the ‘perfect godchild’.

But, she has no real friends. No one she can count on for a cry or to lean back on if she needs help. Because she’s Chloe Carmichael, perfect girl, she shouldn’t have problems when everything in her life is great. Unlike Timmy, who is seen again and again clearly needing assistance, mainly assumed by characters and not explicitly said aloud by him. Chloe doesn’t have that specific ‘normal child’ status he has (no I am not projecting my survivor’s guilt onto a fictional character be quiet) because her life looks so good from the outside.

Despite what many reviewers, angry YouTubers in 2017, and a look at the first episode may tell you, Chloe does have flaws. Sure, she does actually like doing all this good stuff, but she’s…well, not far from, but you get it. She’s not totally perfect. She’s very protective about things she values (her DVD box set (which I totally get because those things are pricey, especially in this economy)) and tends to blow up if there’s any chance they’re threatened (yelling at Timmy to never lay a hand on said box set). She can be selfish (that episode where she had to share Timmy’s birthday and tried to one-up him) and a bit of a control freak (ideas likely coming from her parents’ want for perfection). She’s overly ambitious and her desire to find good in everyone blinds her to their bad parts (Foop may be a baby, but he’s not exactly as innocent as Chloe thinks). She can be easily-impressionable, as shown when she took to a brief life of crime in one episode. And, as Timmy puts it, she’s a little nuts.

Back to Chloe having no friends because she can’t be vulnerable with people who see her as a celebrity. She has a lot of traits that people might not like (see above) and can put them off on being an actual friend. Timmy has never seen Chloe as this popular untouchable mini-goddess - he hated her from the moment he saw her. Him having to share his fairies and subsequently be around her more often allows her to show those ‘worse’ (read: naturally human) traits off, and he won’t mind because those aren’t new to him, or weird. Timmy becomes, because of this, her first actual friend.

So while Timmy is rambunctious, mischievous, and has trouble paying attention but is still a sweet child in the moments where we see it, Chloe is a kind, generous, potentially self-sacrificing, overflowing-with-love girl who can get obsessed at times and lets her kindness be her downfall (sometimes). In the end, they’re both kids who have flaws.

Chloe and Timmy prove that misery is in the eye of the beholder. What’s miserable to Chloe may just be a normal day for Timmy, and we don’t know what fairy council grounds are for distributing godparents.

Additionally, Nick ruined Chloe as a character by breaking the show, don’t tell rule (telling us why she needed fairies instead of showing it through body language or actions) and sweeping her other bad traits under the rug. I despise the bright colors and neat lines of the new Flash animation they used, I hate it immensely, and Timmy’s character was botched within the first two seconds he was onscreen, but those are all their own posts.

#Do I hate Chloe still along with season ten? Yes #But I think her and the season’s potential was wasted #And I’m no longer on the mindless hate-train YouTubers forced upon the people in 2016-17 #I mean I still am a little but I’m older now and know better #Fairly Oddparents #chloe carmichael #timmy turner #cosmo cosma #wanda fairywinkle cosma #character analysis

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