#but recognize that the love given to a WIP /while it is a WIP/ is the reason it'll get finished
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Sacred Moments (Batman AU) Part 4
Apparently, I just needed to get this out of my system so I could work on my other WIPs. So here is the final part, and I should be back to working on my other works tomorrow. (Can you guys tell my days off yet?)
Masterpost
Robin and Nightwing take Hood and the girl back with them in the batmobile. They go to a safehouse in the nicer part of town. Robin leaves to finish patrol with Batman. Hood knows they’re both going to listening in through Nightwing’s comm. He ignores the chafe the lack of boundaries brings up, but reminds himself they’re his family and he would probably end up having to tell them anyway. Better to let them hear it than to have to actually talk about it later.
They give the girl some clothes to change into and let her take a shower before she comes back out. Nightwing sits at the table to wait as Hood starts for the kitchen, intent on making everyone some dinner. They don’t talk while they wait for her.
She looks better when she comes back out. Still tired, now wearing too-big clothes that hang off a frame desperately in need of food. But her hair is now a lovely chestnut brown, fluffing as she tries to towel dry it. Her eyes are cyan blue, noticeable now in the lighting of the apartment.
She comes over and sits next to Nightwing at the table, bearing the closeness so that she isn’t putting Hood behind her. He follows her to the table, bringing over sandwiches and water. Nightwing digs in quickly.
She ignores the food for the moment. “Is he alive?”
Hood sits across from her, knowing that this conversation is between them for now. Nightwing is mostly only there to report to the rest of them.
“Will you let me see your mark?” Hood asks gently. Marks are personal, usually only shared with family and those you hope can match them. He would understand her saying no, but hopes he can confirm before revealing any identities. The world still thinks Jason Todd is dead after all.
But she is clearly hesitant to let a stranger see something so personal. “Do you know him? Did you know him? Can you tell me anything?” There’s a desperation in her voice. She clearly thought he was dead before, which makes sense because her mark would have darkened. Jason wonders if that changed when he came back to life.
“Black Mask thought that it was the boy Wayne adopted. The second one.” Hood started, trying to think of a way they could say they knew him without linking the Waynes to the Bats.
“All the bats know the Waynes. We rescue them often enough.” Nightwing cuts in. “I met him after he was adopted. But we all know him.”
She nods. “You would recognize the mark if I showed it to you.” Her eyes turn piercing, looking between Hood and Nightwing.
Nightwing shakes his head, glancing towards Hood. “I would recognize it anywhere.” Hood states firmly.
She nods. “Then you can see. Nightwing…”
He lifts his hands and turns back to the food. “I don’t need to see it and you don’t need to show everyone. Hood will tell us if it’s true or not.”
Maeve stands from her chair and Hood follows her back into the bedroom.
“It’s on my left hip.” She tells him, gathering the baggy shirt, lifting it into a crop top and tying the extra fabric in a knot to keep it out of the way. Hood stays a respectful distance from her as she lowers the hem of the shorts she was given until her mark was visible.
Hood sucks in a breath as he sees it, reaching out to touch it, prove to himself that this is real. That this is happening. She leans away from him, covering it back up and the sight of it disappearing without him being able to touch, to color it, to bring it to life is almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. He wants to snap, to grab, a wave of possessiveness coming over him only exacerbated by the lingering Lazarus Water in his system.
He takes a breath and breathes. She doesn’t know that it’s him. That the mark is his. Hood straightens back up, shucking off his jacket and dropping it to the floor. She looks shocked for a moment before he starts reaching for his own left hip, pulling his shirt up and lowering his waistband. His belt fights him briefly, but he’s able to get it down enough for her to see.
She has the same reaction he did. It’s instinctual, the urge to claim your mark. It’s immediately identical and her eyes water and she reaches to touch her mark on his skin.
The second her skin touches the mark it lights, color bleeding into it from the point it meets her fingers outward. It turns the same magnificent blue as her eyes.
“I thought you died.” She gasped out a breath as she looked back up to his face.
“I did.” Hood said. “I got better.” He slowly lets his clothes fall back to their normal places and her eyes watch intently as they do. She looks back up at him and realization sparks in her eyes as he rips his gloves off his hands.
She lowers the hem of her shorts again. They both watch as Jason brings his hand up to touch the mark on her skin. His mark. It responds, glowing faintly as color fills it. Hood is transfixed as he watches the color bleed into it. This is his. She is his and he is hers and he had thought he lost this when he died. The glow to the mark fades as it is entirely filled with a beautiful carmine. It fits him. It’s perfect.
He moves his hand to press the palm flat against the mark. Taking a breath as he looks back at her face. She has gentle tears falling slowly from her eyes. He uses his other hand to brush them away, cradling her face in his hand.
“My name is Maeve.” She tells him, voice gentle and soft.
“I’m Jason.” He responds, voice that same soft tone.
They have a lot to talk about. They both know that they almost missed this. That despite fate trying to match them together, they still almost never met. Maybe that’s why he’s still alive. But they both take this moment for what it is, sacred and meaningful. And they decide that that can wait for a while.
#batman#dc comics#fanfiction#my writing#red hood#jason todd#soulmate au#soulmate marks#original character
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Duty of a right hand man: Sitri
As I promised, it's time to abuse this blue lamb.
Warning: self-harm
I totally did NOT mix up the posts and I did not post a wip here earlier that was almost half as long. Nu-uh. Not at all.
Words count: 906
꧁*:･ ✡ ･:*꧂
Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. Usually at the knees of the owner, when they are happy and rules the world. However, sometimes when a pet is dying, it purrs because the vibrations help soothe the pain.
When a soft growl reached Sitri's sensitive ears, what little sleep he had managed to catch faded away. The hospital wing stank of drugs, moonlight reflected off the white walls and bedding. But the worst was the constant noise. Sitri get used to the creaking of his mattress and rustling of quilt and pillow; he liked the whispers of the wind blowing into the curtains through the open window. Hospital? A lot of terrible beeping of machines, squeaking of wheels of the medicine cart and clanking drugs being given to other patients. Even the slippage of physiological salts from the drip into his veins irritated him. Anemia? And what about this? Next time, Buer will have to force him into a straightjacket before putting him in bed.
It took him a few seconds to locate the voice. Unfortunately, Buer must have been right about Sitri’s not-so-good condition, because his migraine couldn't have come from nothing... but still, he would recognize his king's voice at any moment. And he recognized it now too.
He turned off the IV, pulled the tube from his hand, and crawled out of bed. Once the vertical and horizontal lines stopped waving, he adjusted the blanket to make it look as if he was still sleeping in it, curled up. It should be enough for Buer to not notice for a while.
Silently Sitri walked through the halls of the castle, heading towards Satan's chambers. He heard more than he saw; more and more distinct murmur, rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. And also… he felt like his ears were ringing. Sounds doubled. Damn migraine.
He wanted to take some painkillers, but had to find out what happened first. His Majesty had a habit of behaving not entirely sensibly. Once he popped a whole pack of pills into his mouth and chewed them as if they were mints and not painkillers. That's why Sitri preferred to first find out what was happening and only then bring the *measured* medicines.
He still had that strange feeling that his majesty's heart was beating twice. Without much thinking, he opened the door. The lamp was on in the office, but the chair near solid desk was empty.
“Hey.” A warm, familiar whisper caught his attention. A beautiful voice that he would recognize anywhere. “Shh, I don't want to wake him up.”
“Solomon…”
Their pretty face twisted hearing his voice. As always. Solomon. He spoke without thinking as he couldn't get used to the fact that the first person he loved was no longer there. Childish? Yes. Could he handle it? No. They felt so much like him. Same soul, similar heart, similar voice. But Solomon faded away so long ago. Sitri wished this beautiful human didn't look so much like him. He wanted to love them as they were. And he loved, despite what thoughtlessly escaped his lips. But only he knew about it.
Unlike other demons, Sitri did not pay much attention to appearance. He cared little about eyesight. He felt the soul and heard the heart. They were the ones who spoke first, before the eyes could show the rest. And, unfortunately, this soul and this heart were identical to his long-lost love. First love. Unrequited love.
And now history repeats itself.
Losing something he could never have hurt bad enough the first time. Now, due to his own stupidity, he couldn't even hope for a second chance. Not when his majesty's head was resting on MC’s lap, not when they stroked him with a tender smile, and not when even their heartbeats synchronized. Sitri felt like an intruder during this intimate moment.
"Sorry."
He withdrew quietly and closed the door. The pain pierced his chest, pierced his head, blurred his vision… or were they tears? Nevermind.
Rage flowed through him like electricity. A demon as old as him, how could he be so stupid? Why would this poor human pay attention to him if he couldn't even learn to say their name? Why did he allow himself to hope at all? Why does he… No, he needed to free himself from these thoughts.
He raised his hand, looked at it carefully, and tear out the cannula.
Blood spilled on the white sleeve. It hurt, but differently. Almost calming. Sticky red liquid flowed along his fang-scarred wrist, warm and thick. There wasn't much of it left in his dry body. If only he could get rid of the rest of it…
No. He had responsibilities. He was the guardian of Gehenna. Responsibilities... that might help.
Feeling a lump in his throat he turned on his heel. Throbbing pain in his hand briefly allowed him to focus enough to go to his own office. Buer did not rule in Gehenna. He couldn't force him to rest. And Satan... he had other things to do now. At least his king was happy, and that meant Gehenna was at peace. If Sitri had to lose them both, he was happy to lose them to each other.
Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. When they are happy and when they are suffering. But despite his excellent hearing, Sitri couldn't hear the soft growl that escaped from his own constricted throat this night.
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb sitri#whb angst#no reassuring tags this time#Sitri is too composed to show someone that he is suffering so he will obediently serve them even if he has an empty hole instead of heart#only Satan will see over time that his right hand man has more and more suicidal tendencies but it may already be too late
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Here's something a little more lighthearted, Would V1 be able to pass the Mirror Test? I imagine due to V1 being an imperfect prototype that there are so many quirks that never got fixed or even got worse during its journey, so that while there are many things that it does with a scary amount of efficiency beyond any human or angelic ability, there are still small insignificant things that completely trip it up that we take for granted.
ouughh i really do love the idea that v1 may not, at least initially, recognize itself in a mirror. like you said, v1 is a prototype and likely had a lot of bugs to work out and a lot of software that needed tending to that was more important and, to compound the issue, v1 has no point of reference for itself since it is a singular entity. it is brilliant, but v1 has an intelligence totally divorced from something that evolved organically and has a basis in so many ancestral experiences that necessitated something like this. which is all to say i could definitely see it trying to attack its reflection immediately upon seeing it but just as quickly it would cease, given that what it's met with has no information its sensors can pick up on. it would learn as a computer does, collecting the data it can from how the image moves as it moves, and it would understand soon enough that this is itself projected back at it. it knew it likely had the outward appearance similar to v2, but truthfully it never gave much thought to what it considers its "shell"...though now that it has the opportunity, it would absolutely play in the mirror, flaring out its wings and spinning its sharpshooter around, as well as studying its angles. like. it had a basic understanding of itself to assist battle calculations, but it's much more exciting to see the specifics. however, i think this wouldn't totally stick, and v1 would likely have to encounter several mirrors before it recognized the pattern and fully understands reflections lol
little bonus something from a (likely scrapped) wip:
it's tangential, but i had a comic that sort of went into detailing v1's mind and its sense of identity, and it actually started with v1 failing the mirror test:
#mindflayers are like. its direct opposite in this regard lol#in my headcanon for it v1 is sort of. detached from its body#it thinks of itself (when it does) largely as the computer inside the body#bc it has vague memories of beginning life as that computer#SO its relationship to itself is a bit removed already#cake answers#v1
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i'm sorry but sometimes things need to be banished from the WIP word docs folder even if they are really morbid! cw: early onset alzheimers, major character death
Max remembers thinking, let it be over, towards the end.
Let it be over, I want it to be done.
Only when he was weakest, when Daniel was too, but too quickly that became all the time. When he couldn’t hold his head up anymore, when he couldn’t swallow. When he stopped looking like Daniel because Max realized it had been a week and he hadn’t seen him smile. When he stopped being Daniel because he was someone who didn’t remember Max.
Daniel before Max was a stranger that he didn’t totally know how to talk to, how not to hate because he wasn’t his. He would run his tongue across his teeth over and over as though surprised they were free of metal, would talk about being late for meetings with the race engineers of Formula One teams that didn’t exist anymore. He’d ask for his mum. He’d ask Max what his name was, had they met before?
He’d ask for Jemma, a girl he hadn’t spoken to for ten years, or at least as far as Max knew.
In his bad moments, Max had to bite his tongue so hard copper would fill his mouth, the only way to stop a scream of, she’s not fucking here wiping your nose and watching you die, and you cannot even remember me?
I am the one you are supposed to remember.
In his worst, he would make up elaborate reasonings for the way her memories didn’t seem to slip through the sieve of Daniel’s brain, sand through spread fingers, like every trace of Max did.
Daniel had to have been in love with her still, secretly. Maybe this whole time Max had been filling a void. Maybe nothing had been real so really, Max would be losing nothing when Daniel finally left for good.
Then as though he wanted to punish Max for his moments of spiteful selfishness, Daniel would say, “Max,” and he would be there again. Something in his eyes that made it impossible for Max to doubt that they were real while they lasted. “Max,” he would say, “I’ve missed you. Where have you been, baby?”
Like Max was the one who was leaving.
They had something real. So real that with every part of it chipped away by prions and time, it was slicing parts of Max away with it too. His ears, his nose, his fingertips, whole chunks of his flesh cut from him bloody and raw. Or at least it felt that way, each time Daniel looked at him and didn’t recognize the man he’d once called his, my Maxy, when in the mirror they both looked the same.
Now Daniel is gone gone, there is so much more for Max to regret. If he got home from a race and Daniel was in their apartment asking for her, he thinks given a second chance he could be kind. He would tell him, she will be home soon, but I am here now though and isn’t that enough? He’d make Daniel some food, his mum’s pasta that Max knows the recipe off by heart, but that he still has the card for stuck to their fridge with a little magnet in the shape of a kangaroo.
He made it once, after the funeral. Midnight on Daniel’s ranch- Max’s now, he supposed- in Perth. A whole saucepan full that he ate and then threw up within the same hour, so quickly the swirls of pasta were their whole shape in the toilet bowl.
Closing his eyes, he’d started to cry when he realized he couldn’t quite remember what it felt like to have Daniel’s fingers with their stubby nails stroke across the top of his back, or through his hair when he was sick. Couldn’t remember Daniel’s touch at all really, because at the end it had been so rare to get it.
Why would Daniel want a stranger to touch him, after all.
#jemma is (from a quick google) the name of daniel's highschool gf lol for context#this is very rambling but i think i was trying to capture max's swirling grief thoughts??#alzheimers au#cw major character death#fic#max/daniel
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You Should Have Told Me!
Summary: Reader gets a surprise visit from her favorite person and is a little miffed!
Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape
Warnings: None
Word Count: 4K
A/N: I'm kind of shook that I've actually written three completed one-shots. It's that Sneep love I'm telling you. I also lowkey may have a smut fic in my WIP so : ). Anyways enjoy the story and do tell me if you recognized the students' last names!
“Good morning class!”
[Y/n] chirped as she strode into her classroom that bustled with the chatter of students and took her spot at the front of the room. Expecting a response back from them, she was a bit thrown off when none was given and instead the students kept talking amongst themselves.
There was an air of excitement that had taken hold of them it seemed and none of them had noticed that she had even entered the room. A bemused smirk crossed her lips before she cleared her throat and with a raised voice repeated once again,
“Class good morning!”
That seemed to have caught the attention of the students who had begun to settle down and in unison responded to her.
“Good morning professor.”
“Good morning to you all,” she spoke cheerfully as she pulled her wand from her sleeve and flicked it at the chalkboard that rolled to the front of the class.
“I hope that the enthusiasm you all seemed to have today will translate into some great charms papers along with some practical work that I want you all to focus on today.”
Low groans could be heard in response from the students as they went to pull their books out from their bags.
“Now, now, what’s all the fuss about?” [Y/n] questioned as she turned around to face her class as they prepared for the day's assignments.
While she wasn’t the type to pry about what the students were up to, she was a bit curious about what had them all riled up. She at first thought maybe it was a Quidditch related thing but that couldn’t have been it since the previous game had been postponed.
“I can’t imagine what could have made you all so excited on this Monday morning as while I think Charms is absolutely fascinating, I’m not sure you all would agree with me. So would anyone like to share?”
Multiple pairs of eyes shifted from classmate to classmate as while all of them seemed excited, it was like they could barely say what for. Though even with that excitement there were no eager volunteers ready to tell her what was going on. So taking it upon herself, she began scanning the classroom until her eyes landed on a Slytherin student who seemed to be ready to burst at the seams. Yet just like all her classmates, she seemed tight-lipped about what was going on.
Well [Y/n] could most definitely help with that issue.
“Ms. Bryant,” she called, which no doubt caught the girl off guard if the widened eyes of the student could be used as an indicator. “Can you please enlighten me about what has gotten you and your classmates riled up this morning?”
There was a beat of nervous silence as the young girl seemed to shift about in her chair as a few eyes glanced her way. Seeing this nervous motion, [Y/n] was about to call on another student before the young girl seemed to gain her composure and replied,
“Well ma'am, apparently Professor Slughorn is going to be out for a couple of weeks starting today so we are going to get a substitute while he is out!”
Huh, that was not exactly the type of exciting news she was expecting to hear from the students. Clearing her throat, the confused professor spoke carefully so that her words didn’t sound too harsh about her fellow colleague.
“I know Professor Slughorn can be a bit long-winded sometimes with his lectures, so I sympathize. But I think that’s hardly a reason for-”
“That’s not all professor!” This time it was a normally shy Hufflepuff, a Mr.Brandon that piped up energetically and cut off her confused response. “It’s just that we heard while he’s gone, Professor Snape is going to come back to run his class!”
As if someone had flipped a switch, the rest of the students seemed to buzz with excitement again as whispers began to flood the room with noise.
Now, it was [Y/n]’s turn to be caught off guard. Not her Severus? At Hogwarts today? He hadn’t told her anything about visiting the school today and definitely didn’t mention that he would be returning to his teaching post even if it was temporarily. Surely the students were getting something mixed up or heard wrong? But who else could they have been talking about?
In her stupor she found herself asking the silly question of,
“I’m sorry but I think I’ve misheard Professor Snape? Professor Severus Snape?”
Of course what other Professor Snape taught potions here [Y/n]?
“Yes, ma’am the one! Isn’t it so exciting didn’t you teach with him while he was working here and you know…while he was a spy and everything! I bet he has some interesting stories.”
This snapped her out of her stupor as the young boy continued on and she could feel her expression morph from one of confusion into a critical one at his words.
“I did indeed, he was a fine professor, but I hardly think it would be appropriate to ask him about anything regarding the role he played during the war.”
It wasn’t until the class went silent again from her words and she saw the startled looks on the students' faces, that she realized the statement, or more of how it was delivered, sounded unnaturally cold. Quite different from her normally mild and cheerful nature.
She couldn’t help it though as she was all too aware of how Severus didn’t enjoy the attention his role played in the war. While many now saw him as a hero, there were still people who despised him for either betraying Voldemort or killing Dumbledore even after the truth came to light.
The last thing she wanted was for the students to pester him about those things.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound harsh. I just think while his story is fascinating, it would be impolite to ask him about things he may not wish to speak about. Interesting or not."
There were some murmurs around the class and a few students nodded here and there before their attention went back to her. The air of nervousness had lifted at her words and with the knowledge she had their attention again she spoke,
“Good well, we have gotten sidetracked enough, let's start class shall we?”
The tiny bemused smile returned to her face as exasperated groans were heard.
Class passed by quickly with all the questions and spells being practiced on. And while she could do less with the occasional spell going awry, she was glad that everyone was fine and lessons were learned.
As students bid their goodbyes and left the classroom, [Y/n] turned back to the chalkboard and waved her wand to cast a simple spell on the eraser to clean the board. As it did that, she had in the back of her mind to Floo home and ask Severus why he didn’t let her know he was coming back.
She didn’t want to admit it, but it did make her a bit miffed that she didn’t know about this, and now that she thought about it, why hadn’t Minerva told her!
While the thoughts kept their spiral up in her mind, she didn’t notice that a familiar figure had appeared at her classroom doorway adorned in his black teaching robes that had been tucked in the back of their closet for a few years at this point.
Noiselessly, he made his way over to the oblivious woman as she sent the chalkboard back to its place, her back still turned to him as she mulled over what to do next. Her thoughts were interrupted though as she let out an alarmed gasp when she felt a hand lay upon her lower back.
“Excuse me-!”
Her fiery words died on her lips when she spun around and saw the tiny smirk and twinkle of dark eyes that belonged to her husband. His smirk grew even wider at the shock on her face as her brain processed that he was in front of her in her classroom.
“Yes, [Y/n] you were going to say something? ”
His reply was cheeky with a hint of amusement at her shock. Currently, she resembled a fish breathing with the repetitive opening and closing of her mouth not knowing exactly what to say to the surprise visitor.
It didn’t take long though for her to regain composure and by the furrow of her brows and the small pout on her lips, Severus could tell she had some words for him. It was expected really.
“Severus Snape you sneaky man!” She sputtered out as she swatted his chest gently along with a slight glare in her eyes. “You should have told me you were coming back to teach and then you come into my classroom and scare me! Why didn’t you tell me or at least give me a hint?”
In hopes that her tirade would get something out of him, she let out a disgruntled noise when he began to chuckle at her no doubt amused at her current state of distress. This annoyed her even more and she found herself going to swat his chest again, softly of course.
But this time he was ready and caught the hand in his and brought her hand up to his lips and brushed an affectionate kiss against it. Cheeks warming from his little action, [Y/n] let out a soft huff yet she couldn’t hide how her expression softened at him and he did take notice of that.
“You shouldn’t laugh at your wife!” She whined though there was no longer malice in her words as she looked up at his bemused expression that was still intact. “You don’t know how confused I was when the students told me you were coming back to stand in for Slughorn!”
“Well if I remember correctly,” he murmured while taking a step closer to her and placing a hand on her waist giving it a small squeeze. “Was it not you who said how much you enjoyed surprises?
She huffed at him but didn’t make a move to push him away, the opposite really as she did enjoy his presence. Though the way her next words came out could make one think otherwise with how unenthused they sounded.
“Well, you sure did give me one.”
His eyebrows furrowed at her dismayed tone and the way she let out a sigh with eyes averted from him. While he was expecting her to be a bit miffed about him showing up, he wasn’t expecting her to seem so distraught about it.
Honestly, he was expecting a more cheerful reaction after the initial shock but that was not at all what he was receiving. Did he do something wrong?
“[Y/n], love,” the low rumble of his voice met her ears and her eyes met his dark ones that seemed to search hers, “I haven’t made you angry have I?”
She furiously shook her head ‘no’ and the way her eyebrows furrowed at his inquiry indicated that he hadn’t.
“No, of course not Sev! You know I’m always happy to see you, it's just...” Her voice trailed off as she worried her bottom lip in an attempt to formulate how to express her concern to him.
“Tell me.”
“It’s just that truthfully I was a bit worried,” she replied softly as she briefly placed a hand on Severus’ cheek and caressed it lightly. “I know it’s been years since everything but I just worry you know. About how just being here might make you feel uncomfortable. And also kids like to pry and I know how much you don’t like talking to people about what happened.”
Of course. He should have known she would be worried about the prospect of his return to a place that held a lot of terrible memories for him. If there was one thing that made Severus fall in love with her all those years ago, it was how caring of a person [Y/n] was and how she would worry about the well-being of others.
It got her into trouble sometimes as she would neglect her own needs at times but she had become much better at that as the years went by. He couldn’t contain the sigh that left his lips. Whether it was one of relief or one of adoration for the woman he couldn’t tell but at the moment he felt both. A tender,
“Oh love,” left his lips as he went to wrap his arms around the woman who immediately returned the embrace more than happy to nuzzle her face into his frock cloak.
“You are too good for me, you know that?” He hummed as he rubbed soothing circles onto the small of her back. A faint ‘hm’ was his only response as she stood with her head against his chest and arms wrapped around him.
“Do you know how grateful I am to have such a sweet, beautiful caring wife who worries about me no matter what? I’m quite undeserving I think.”
Her heart fluttered at his words. Even after all this time she could never stop herself from feeling shy when he would speak sweetly about her as many would think it was out of character for him. But he had a lot of love he wanted to give, it had just been hidden for a long time and she felt lucky to be the one to receive it.
“Sev don’t say you’re undeserving,” she whimpered and looked up at him from her position, as she didn’t expect to hear such words of adoration from him suddenly. “You know how much I love you, darling. I can’t help but worry that you’re okay.”
“I know, I know,” his response soft as he pressed their foreheads together, “you always did and it seems like I caused you a bit of worry today. I am sorry.”
A wide smile broke out on her face, one that he had been hoping to see soon and he almost melted at how she beamed at him.
“It’s okay, I was just caught off guard. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
But as soon as she spoke those words, a thought popped into her head, and the innocent smile she had morphed into a mischievous grin. Severus, who noted the expression change, could see the cogwheels in her head begin to spin and could only be amused at the sudden shift in demeanor from a moment ago.
“Though, if you insist on apologizing Mr.Snape,” she started as her eyes glanced briefly down to his lips then to his eyes that held a glint. “You wouldn’t mind sealing it with a kiss, would you?”
From the deep chuckle that left Severus’ lips, to the way one of his hands caressed her lower back while the other trailed a finger under her chin to tilt her head up a little. It all caused a pleasant shiver to run down the woman’s spine as she bit her lips in anticipation as he leaned down a bit.
Their lips brushed together for just a moment and she felt her eyes flutter a bit intoxicated by the closeness they shared and the warmth that radiated between them. Dark eyes met hers, and before he closed the distance between them, he murmured,
“Mmm, I don’t see the harm in that, Mrs. Snape.”
In an instant, the hand that had been under her chin was now craddling the back of her head and he pressed his lips against hers. A soft whine left her throat when their lips met, and she grasped at the fabric of his coat glad to have something to hold on to as she felt slightly dizzy at the pleasant sensations that coursed through her veins.
Had they not been so caught up making out like hormonal teens, both [Y/n] and Severus would have remembered that the classroom door was neither closed and very much not locked. They also stood where anyone who passed by or stumbled in could see what was going on in an instant.
Just like how the young Hufflepuff from earlier seemed to have been doing as he rushed into the room about to apologize for seemingly upsetting her earlier on.
“Professor I’m sorry I -”
Was all he could get out before he froze at the sight of his teacher kissing on some random man. He wasn’t the only one to freeze because as soon as his voice rang through the classroom, [Y/n] felt her body lock up for a second with panic before the adrenaline in her kicked in. The hands that had been grasping Severus’ coat were now harshly pushing him back causing him to grunt as he let her go while she was trying to regain her composure.
“I see nothing has changed with these dunderheads,” he grumbled, annoyed at the interruption as he stepped away from the woman and didn’t even acknowledge the student who still stood dumbfounded at the scene.
“Severus!”
She hissed though there was a smile on her face and her cheeks were warm from their actions as she turned so she could fully see the young boy who appeared to have not recovered from the initial shock.
“Mr. Brandon, can I help you?”
No response came from the young boy who was wide eyed and seemed like he was in shock from what he had seen. Though upon further inspection [Y/n] noticed that his eyes were not at all focused on her but on Severus! And the more she observed him she had noticed that there was a gleam in his eyes and that shocked expression he wore was actually one of awe.
“Mr. Brandon?”
She repeated as the boy had seemingly been so deep in a trance he hadn’t heard her the first time. At the repetition of the student's name, Severus spun on his heel, teaching robe billowing behind him with a nasty glare in his eyes and a scowl on his face.
“Are you deaf boy?” The question was spat out and full of venom and he continued the tongue lashing. “When your professor is speaking to you, don't stand there with your mouth open like a fool, answer her!”
Though even with how vicious those words were, the only person who was seemingly affected by them was [Y/n] who turned around with a frown on her face. While she loved him to death, there would be absolutely no yelling in her class nor insults thrown at the students.
“Severus, please don’t yell at him!”
“Y-you’re S-Severus Snape.”
“Professor Snape to you,” he drawled, absolutely annoyed at the lack of proper title when being addressed, “and of course, I am what kind of dimwitted observation is that?”
“Wow. I’m being scolded by the Professor Snape.”
Neither of them were expecting those words if their facial expressions were anything to go by. [Y/n] had to blink several times to make sure she had heard correctly, and Severus' face had briefly morphed into exasperation.
“But professor?” His voice held a curious tone as he looked between her and Severus and it was like an invisible puzzle begin to be solved in his mind. “If you and Professor Snape- and you’re married professor so that means…”
He stopped for a moment before a soft ‘oh’ left his lips at the realization that his professor’s mystery spouse was indeed the Severus Snape. The one they had been told all about by some of their parents and from some of their History of Magic classes.
“Wicked.”
“So you can make common sense observations, how wonderful,” Severus sneered at the student who seemed both frightened and in awe of the man who had hurled an insult at him.
This was very much confusing to [Y/n] yet it didn’t mean that she was okay with the insults.
“Severus stop it,” [Y/n] chastised as she threw him a tiny glare before her face softened and she returned her attention to the young boy. A dissatisfied noise could be heard from Severus and she could vaguely hear him mutter something as he turned back around no longer interested in what was happening.
“Yes, Mr.Brandon since there is no hiding it considering the circumstances. Professor Snape is my husband and he has been for five years. Now come tomorrow I don’t expect to hear about this from any of the other students do I?”
“Oh! Of course not ma’am!” The boy was shaking his head and he made a zipping motion across his lips before responding with, “my lips are sealed.”
“Perfect now, may I know why you are here?”
It seemed that being reminded about why he was there caused him to become the shy Hufflepuff he usually was. His eyes had become downcast and glued to the floor and he had started to alternative his weight between each leg.
“Yes ma'am, I just wanted to apologize for this morning,” his voice was now soft as he spoke ,“I didn’t mean to make you upset, I think we were all just a bit excited and I understand now I guess why you got angry. So I’m very sorry ma’am.”
When he finished his apology, and looked at her with timid eyes, he was a bit nervous, unsure that she would accept his apology about the outburst earlier that morning. But when a tiny smile formed on her expression along with a little nod of understanding from her he couldn’t help but to offer up a little smile as relief flooded him.
“Well, that’s very kind of you to come apologize to me Mr.Brandon. But it’s quite alright I wasn’t at all angry with you. Just surprised, that's all.”
It was true, she wasn’t at all angry with the boy and honestly she had forgotten all about it after class had ended. Though it was very sweet of him to offer up an apology that he didn’t have to.
“Now is that all?” She questioned with a tilt of her head.
“Yes ma’am! I’ll be off now then, gotta get to study hall!”
With that the boy made his way out of the room though he stopped and dithered in front of the door as if he wanted to say something else. But it seemed as if he thought better of it and left the two adults slightly confused about the interaction.
“Do you really trust him to keep his mouth shut?” Severus asked as he approached [Y/n] who had turned back to him to give him her attention.
“Aw Sev, he’s a good kid so I trust him,” she assured him with a smile that changed to a playful little pout. “But, would it be so bad for them to know you’re my husband?”
“Of course not, I just don’t want them pestering you about me, “ he huffed out before he placed a soft kiss on her forehead to assure her that wasn’t the issue.
“How sweet of you! But I think you need to be more worried about them pestering you as you’re far more interesting!”
“They will be sorely mistaken if they think I’m going to entertain any of their asinine questions.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it. But, darling,” she spoke as she took her wand out and pointed it at the door behind them to lock it. Severus watched her as she closed the window blinds to dim the room and then muttered a silencing charm.
“I have thirty minutes before I need to get ready for my next class,” she spoke as she made her way to her desk and pulled herself up to sit on it. A coy grin graced her lips as she eyed him. “Why don’t we continue what we were doing?”
He practically growled as he stalked over to her with a grin on his lips as he watched her spread her legs so he could stand in between them. A content sigh left her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and Severus leaned down so that they were at eye level.
“What a wicked woman you are Mrs.Snape,” he whispered out, hands going to grab her thighs which coaxed a little moan from her. “But I agree, I think we can find plenty to do to fill the time.”
A/N: Let me guys know how you guys liked it > : D and thanks for reading!
#severus snape x reader#severus x reader#snape x reader#severus snape x you#snape x you#severus x you#blossoms writing
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I’m not sure he to say this but I’m absolutely obsessed with prof turner I check tumblr 4 times a day and reread it once a day Ilysm for writing that masterpiece
I'm sorry I'm doing this with you 😭 I wish I wasn't struggling to write, I can't say when I'm going to post part2 than soon, I'm trying to finish it very soon so I can post it but I'm in a loop of thinking I'm being too long-winded describing things. And I had to change some things because of the size/long and it doesn't seem fair to you to have to do more parts. (I regret not having expanded to more parts but at the same time imagine me taking so long to post, you would hate me). Anyway, there are still some bites left to be written and I'm still going to proofread... it will take a few more days, but I hope it will be soon! Sorry it's taking this long, guys 🥹 BUT I DEAD GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT ENOUGH TO BE REREADING IT!!! it's lovely!!! Tysm!!
:this is a small wip from somewhere near the beginning of part2:
His messy and crooked handwriting on the napkin somehow lingered in your mind. Not as much as the possibility of him being someone other than yours, but it persistently surrounded your aura. Your idealization of Professor Turner did not fit with him being a traitor, so yes, the way you portrayed him in your mind did not allow for such a possibility unless he proved otherwise. And that hurts, from deep within your core to the bitterness in your mouth and the burning in your throat. It was frustrating, yet you still wanted him around. What continued to motivate you to read the book he had given you and delve into his notes was the feeling of having him by your side, reading every word with you. Sometimes you were certain that if you closed your eyes, you could hear his rough, accentuated voice blending with the characters.
Perhaps, if you were his age and already held a degree, maybe even a professor specializing in romantic literature, there might have been something between you two. Picture it: a rainy afternoon, your head resting on his chest, his warm lips near your ear as he read to you. You hadn't openly acknowledged it yet, but you felt a certain compatibility despite the numbers of years difference. It took you a while to realize, but his demeanor softened whenever he saw you, his gaze growing more serene, and even the beloved wrinkle between his eyebrows had time to relax. His voice became gentler. You weren't completely oblivious to these cues, though you did have your doubts.
It all traced back to that one night when he had come to your aid, opening your eyes to the possibility that he could belong to someone. The faint, woody scent of his blazer had found its way to your home. He had even apologized for pulling back from a kiss, not wanting to be rude, and left his phone number in your belongings with a simple message: "Call me if you need me, lil’ one." He left no room for doubt; your mind still spun, and you felt helpless, uncertain about what steps to take. But your desire to do something about it burned brightly.
"I can hear your breathing," his tone was relaxed. Just as you hoped it would be with you, and then you wondered if he could recognize you by your breathing alone.
You remained silent, there was no plausible reason or emergency that had made you call. It wasn't strange, just unusual. He laughed, which made you imagine him with a cigarette between his fingers, taking a breath on the balcony with his mouth slightly open to blow out the smoke. Maybe he just smoked too much, and you weren't obsessed.
"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence." He laughed, in a way that filled your lungs, and the little wrinkles around his eyes appeared for contemplation. At least in your mind, just for you.
You exhaled, your eyes filling with tears. It wasn't exactly a desire to cry, but you felt genuinely sad knowing that you weren't and wouldn't be his.
"How do you know it's me, Mr. Turner?" You wanted to sound playful, but your voice came out so shaky that it made calling him that seem inappropriate.
"It was a guess. Besides, I can't think of anyone who would call me at this hour and stay in deep silence. And, well," there was a pause, his guttural and muffled breathing making you take a deep breath. Enough time for a drag, you thought. "You know, I was ‘oping you’d call." He was sincere, typical of him. He always seemed too clear when he wanted to be. Everyone said he was strict, but you couldn't think of a time when he had made his students confused or uncertain about something he demanded. Demanded, that was a word that suited him in the classroom.
"Waited?" And you saw him nod with a sweet look for you, as if he were by your side. In fact, he just mumbled. "Expected me to be in trouble?" You tried to sound more cheerful.
There was a pause; you lay down, staring at the walls until you buried your nose in the pillow in a hug. He was close to his phone; you could hear him wet his lips and breathe lightly. You wanted to run your fingers over his face and hair again, but you couldn't deny that this was as magnificent as it got.
"Not at all, but I wouldn't hesitate to save you." His eyes closed tightly. The silence grew deeper, still comfortable, it was cute. If you had the chance, you would kiss him before that, before it got too cute. "I'm sorry," he said, not sounding regretful, just reluctant due to your brief absence.
You laughed, not saying anything, but it was enough for him to understand that everything was okay.
"Are you sad?"
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While I would love to ask about all of your WIP's how about just The Magic Floating in the Air?
Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland/Bethany Hawke
Rating: General
AU: The Magic Floating in the Air
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"You once told me that you met my lovers before I did."
Cassandra's lips pursed, immediately suspicious even as she tipped her glass forward for Leliana to pour more wine. "Yes... what of it?"
"Well, you never bothered to elaborate on that point."
"For good reason." Her frown deepened. "For that matter, why are you not asking them about this yourself?"
"I did!" Leliana insisted with a laugh. "But Bethany merely sighed at me before muttering that her brother and sister still tease her about the incident. She told me I was better off asking you. Niamh said much the same."
Granted, Niamh had been in far better cheer at the inquiry.
Leliana could still remember the way those ghostly-grey eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as they stared at her over the rim of a tea cup. "You are a storyteller beyond compare, Leliana; I would never dare to measure myself against you in that regard. In this instance, however, I assure you the tale would be best told from the Seeker's perspective..."
Perhaps plied by the alcohol--a truly rare vintage seldom found outside of Rivain--and the fact they were alone in the sitting room of Leliana's villa, Cassandra sighed before reluctantly speaking.
"I was asked to help track down a dragon that had been terrorizing the borders of Perendale. Ages ago, the Hunterhorn Mountains were a favored breeding ground of the beasts. That they were seen again in recent memory was thought to be an ill omen by many of the locals there. Sightings reported the dragon to be rust-colored with what appeared to be red crystals growing out of its hide like an infestation." She swirled her glass thoughtfully as she pondered upon the memory.
"My party and I set off for the forested mountainside, deep into the territory the creature was said to have made its nest. Of course, it was not to immediately be found there, but rather than wander about aimlessly in unfamiliar terrain, we opted to wait for its return. By some fortune, our attention was soon caught by the beating of wings overhead." She paused. "Do you recall the description I gave of the dragon?"
"I do."
"Well, as luck would have it, the dragon we saw circling about the mountainside didn't at all match the eyewitness accounts given to us. Immense as it was, it wasn't difficult to see that it was black-scaled rather than red." Cassandra's eyes darted to her then before continuing dryly. "'With eyes that only moonlight could envy...'"
She blinked, momentarily surprised her colleague had remembered something she had said in passing some years ago when Leliana had realized just how deeply infatuated she was with Niamh. Still, she couldn't help her smile as realization dawned on her. "You didn't."
Cassandra winced. "I did... and I nearly lost my head for it. No sooner had I ordered the first array of arrows shot, I heard something rampaging through the forest just beyond the clearing my party and I were in. I had thought it perhaps the original dragon we were sent to hunt, looking to defend its likely mate. Instead, an axe flung itself out of the foliage."
There was a long pause before Leliana watched in amazement as the imposing warrior almost seemed to shrink against the chaise lounge with her continued recollection.
"...Honestly, until that moment, I'd never known Knight-Enchanters could summon spiritual weapons beyond swords."
Her lips quirked up into a smirk, recognizing one of her lovers' trademarks. "Bethany, I assume?"
Cassandra sighed. "Yes. And I'm sure you've long known now that both Lady Hawke and Lady Cousland have siblings--all warriors no less."
She arched a brow as she sipped at her wine, waiting for Cassandra to continue.
The other woman averted her gaze, shifting awkwardly in her seat.
"Even with their combined force, they almost weren't able to stop Lady Hawke from trying to attack me..."
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"Oh, you were in quite the predicament, no?" Leliana chuckled. "Angering Bethany is almost as rare as enraging Niamh."
"I'm aware..." Cassandra groused.
Lady Hawke held a revered position as a Knight-Enchanter much like her mentor, the illustrious Madame de Fer. She was a level-headed woman, whom preferred using her magic to tend to the various patients in her clinics rather than for violence.
...but there was no denying Lady Hawke's ire had been provoked terribly that day.
Callous fingers tugged uncomfortably at the collar of her tunic at the memory, recalling the heat of the other woman's fury, which radiated from her form even at a distance. Cassandra had almost been convinced she'd be roasted inside her armor. She likely would have if the dragon hadn't swooped down into the clearing then. The warrior was all but prepared to fight a two-front battle against the furious mage and the great beast until the latter seemed to... melt in place.
No.
Cassandra frowned as she still struggled to put into words what she saw so many years ago.
The creature did indeed shrink in size as it neared the ground, but it was like a gossamer veil of pitch and silver had wreathed itself around the dragon as it did so. Massive wings transitioned into flowing sleeves of darkened robes while the great sets of horns that crowned its head wilted to become raven-haired tresses that fell down in gentle waves to frame soft, Fereldan features. Concern was apparent in the woman's expression, but it was not for herself despite the earlier attack on her. Rather, it was for the Knight-Enchanter whose rage almost couldn't be contained. Yet, it took only a few quiet words murmured by Cassandra's would-be prey while framing the mage's face between her hands did the tension finally seem to bleed away from her.
"Well, seeing as you're here to still tell the tale, you seem to have gotten away unscathed."
Cassandra found herself drawn back to the present at Leliana's words, but she couldn't stop the small huff that escaped her as she recalled what had followed after the incident. "Yes, but my uncle gave me quite the earful for it afterward."
"Oh?" That actually seemed to surprise the other woman. "How odd. Niamh's not one to hold grudges if there was truly no ill intent meant. I would have assumed she'd have diffused the situation."
"She did; however, Lady Cousland was his guest speaker for Nevarra's Mortalitasi Symposium that year. That, and he'd also been trying for the better part of a decade at that point to have her accept tenure as a professor at one of the country's premier universities for necromancy. While you and I both know that she'd never truly consider accepting residency anywhere away from you and Lady Hawke, my uncle is more than half-convinced I had undone any progress he'd made in that regard. He continually reminds me of the fact that I've denied him a worthy successor." She stared irritably into the depths of her wine glass. "He had long accepted the fact that I would never give him any grand nieces or nephews, but now he bemoans that I've sentenced him to working until the end of his days, especially with his advanced age... He even went so far as to tell me he'd seal his spirit in the podium of his classroom if he could not find a candidate to replace him before his passing. That, of course, means I now have half the university board after me in the hopes I might be able to dissuade him. They believe he'll frighten away any prospective students outside of Nevarra."
When she didn't immediately receive a response, Cassandra drew her gaze away from her glass to see that Leliana had pressed a hand over her eyes. Cassandra also couldn't miss the other woman's smile as she bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh if the shaking shoulders were any indication.
Not that she could be faulted.
Still, Cassandra sighed. "Laugh if you wish to. I will not say anything."
Peals of laughter soon echoed across the walls of the room, causing Cassandra to roll her eyes while she drained the rest of her wine. Her uncle's eccentricities aside--along with the fact that her first meeting with Leliana's lovers could be seen as rather humiliating--Cassandra supposed it could have been far worse.
Had the three women been in an established relationship together back then, Cassandra could only imagine the utter hellfire Leliana would have unleashed upon her. She knew how protective her colleague could be over her lovers, especially if they had been harmed in any way.
Cassandra could only count her blessings, thankful that fate had chosen to be kind to her that day.
((Sorry this took so long, friend! I gave you an extra scene since I was undecided on whose POV I liked better for this. Hope you like it!))
#dragon age#lee's inbox#female cousland/leliana#female cousland/bethany hawke#OT3: A Cluster of Colors and Twine#AU: The Magic Floating in the Air
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You know what I'm gonna ask, I know what I'm gonna ask, it was never going to be anything else, give me xingren. There is an agenda to spread!
I just did my nails so you can't believe how careful I am while typing this in order to not smudge anything lmao. ALSO I KNEW IT ! It was obvious that you were going to ask XingRen but still, thanks to do so 😌. There is indeed an agenda to spread.
Let's face the fact, this ship being a selfcest, it doesn't make ANY FUCKING SENSE. However, I'm good at living in my little dream bubble and my first job as a writer was to erase the word "impossible" from my dictionary. If I want it, it will happen one way or another. And happily for me, there is a LOT OF WAYS to fuck around in HSR that I can use to make sense lmao.
First of, it's actually the first time I ship a selfcest so hard. But beside Yingxing making me feral in a way almost no other character made me (and my big bro @kanraandchrome can attest, I did have some really loose screw with some of my blorbos and he had to listen to me yap about it), the thing that really sold me to this ship is the whole work around their dynamics that I can do.
I like XingRen where Yingxing sees Ren, this shadow of himself, this broken Blade who thinks of himself as a tool for Elio's goal before thinking of himself as a person. I like the idea of Yingxing, a Furnace Master, a craftsman going like "well, look at me try and succeed fixing him". For this type of dynamic, as you know, I like to dehumanize Blade, make a separation between a it/its Blade seiing itself only as a weapon, where the coping mechanism and trauma became the mask, the personality in its entirety.... and a he/his or they/them Ren, softer, clinging to shreds of humanity, still hopeful for salvation, still aching because of feelings letft to rot on themselves.
I like RenXing where Ren goes back in time or jump through dimensions and is so feral to protect Yingxing's humanity, to be sure Yingxing never ever becomes like Blade. Where Blade is all "I will see you die", but not in a threatening way but in a caring, a "you were born a short life specie and I will ASSURE you'll die as one and never become me". Where Ren is the strange stalker, the interested customer, the shadow knight until revealing himself or Yingxing giving the chase.
I love XingRen in the more crackside of the dynamic (I have WIPs about that), where Yingxing was recognize in the HCQ as "the person who would fuck his clone if given the opportunity" to the point there were bets on it (and Baiheng won when Yingxing introduced him his new boyfriend looking like a carbon copy of himself with inverted colors and a scowl bad enough to put Yinyue's Preceptors to shame). Where Ren existence and "how the fuck did this happen" is burried under the "I KNEW IT YOU WOULD FUCK YOU, AH ! PAY UP MORONS" global reaction and Ren would be just 🤨.
I love RenXing where Ren hates, despise, loathes Yingxing. Where Ren's memories are fragmentary and if he has the general idea, he doesn't possess the whole picture. I love RenXing where Ren's idea of salvation is turning back time to go murder Yingxing before the Sedition in order to erase himself... only to be unable to do so in the end, faced with the whole truth of what it was, of what happened.
I love all the philosophical bullshit this ship imposed on me, all the reflections about identity, permanence of identity, identity crisis and trauma, permanence of memory. All the angst I can produce, all the fluff I can produce, all the crack I can produce.
Also, I'm sorry, but you saw @aratribow XingRen art she made for me (Unne is so well fed, Unne is a happy writer) and I'M SORRY, THEY'RE REALLY AESTHETICALLY PLEASING TO THE EYE. I'm looking everything but respectfully and none of my thought belong anywhere near any type of divine scripture and there must be a special place like a super-horny hell somewhere in the afterlife with my name on it at this point lmao.
But anygays, XingRen is a 100% YES ABSOLUTELY YES PLEASE DEAR LORDS YES- from me.
#unnanswer#hydrachea#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr xingren#hsr renxing#selfcest#yingxing x blade#xingren propaganda
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hello! i’m looking to get into blue beetle and was wondering if you could tell me about him? what’s he like as a person and superhero and stuff
thank you!
helloo!!! sorry for taking so long!!! you've come to the right place!!!!
(please bear with me, english is not my first language)
first, here's a reading list im working on! it's still very much a wip but it covers most his more prominent apperances (you can check my pinned post for a link to a spreadsheet that has more apperances if you want background/cameos) https://jaime-reyes-archive.carrd.co/#guide-eng
If you want the best intro to him as a character you should read his first book from 2006. It falls off a bit at the end with the writer change imo but the rest it absolutely fantastic and what made me love the character so much! A follow-up to that would be Blue Beetle: Graduation Day, his most recent mini.
Here's an abridged description of his character, more other media you watch him on and my thoughts about his different media and comic characterizations. Buckle up! We have a long way to go. I'll try not to spoil the first run too much:
Jaime Reyes is a a mexican-american teenager (15/16 in his first run, 17/18 in his most recent mini), son of mexican immigrants who lives in El Paso, Texas. He became the third Blue Beetle after Khaji Da, the scarab that belonged to the first Beetle, Dan Garrett, latches onto his spine overnight. He was scared and rejected his power at first, looking for ways to get rid of the scarab, who is capable of communicating with him in his head. Through some mentoring from more experienced characters and communication with the scarab they grow to think of each other as friends and brothers. (highlight: bb06 book one & #25)
Jaime's most important trait is his deep connection to his family and community, notably not keeping his identity as a hero secret from his family and close friends. He is constantly aided and supported by them in his journey to becoming a superhero. (highlight: bb06#1-7, 16, 17, 25-26)
He is a normal teen who was suddenly given powers, so a constant theme is the nervousness and stress he has about the amount of responsibility and expectations he was suddenly given. He tries to do right by his family and community, choosing to dialogue with any possible foe before attacking, and prioritizes the security of the people he protects over his reputation or being on the good side of other leaguers or authorities. Personality wise, he has a very light spirit, and a good sense of humor, he regularly jokes around while fighting. He is good-natured and often silly. (highlight: bb06#17, blue beetle: Graduation Day, Justice League Action)
As a hero, he is the wielder of a potentially world-domination weapon that has enough power to rival that of a green lantern (bb06#1), multiple teen titans, producing synthetic kryptonite (bb06#18), tracking people, protecting him from falling from the atmosphere (bb06#1), hacking batman's computers (the secret six storyline), producing a wide range of weapons, flying, a type of dimension-jumping (bb06#25), etc. The world is lucky that Khaji Da is in the hands of a good kid.
In his original story, he had no relationship with the other Beetles, being mentored by an array of different heroes. After Rebirth, though, he and Ted Kord were often written as a team, either as a duo or through ocasional teamups. It is important to say, however, that Jaime's growth as a hero was more impacted by his family, friends and mentors than it was by Ted. He is self-made and has a separate legacy from the other two Blue Beetles that should not be discredited. Their stories have been separate more than they have not, and recently there has been a subtle push to recognize Jaime as the current main Beetle, and Ted as someone whose time in the spotlight has passed, as opposed to having both of them as The Blue Beetles. (Blue and Gold #7, Blue Beetle: Graduation Day)
Notable relationships:
Paco and Brenda, his best friends
Khaji Da, the scarab. His brother and half of the Blue Beetle
Milagro, Brenda and Alberto, his sister and parents
The posee and La Dama, first rivals, then close allies in his community
Hector and Nadia, the people he trusts the most and the team's tech experts
Peacemaker, Guy Gardner and Starfire, his most notable mentors
Batman, who has gone out of his way to spend a lot of money on him and his family without them knowing lol. Compensation for certain wrong choices I'd say.
The JLI, legacy allies. Especially Booster Gold.
The Reach, his main antagonists. Creators of Khaji Da
Other media
Batman: The brave and the bold: Jaime has a lot of remarkable appearances in BATB! He's literally in the first episode lol. I love his characterization and his dynamic with Batman, and the approach to Jaime's relationship with Ted Kord. His origin story isn't the same, but a lot of characters' stories were changed to be more Batman-centric so i don't really mind. He is also one of the main characters in the Wii game, and his banter with batman is really fun. Definitely one of my favorites
Justice League Action: a more light-hearted version of him! Really fun and the design is very cute imo. Also has some funny banter with Batman
Young Justice: the second season has The Reach as main villains, so Jaime is pretty prominent. He doesn't appear much after that though. It's not exactly my favorite adaptation but it introduced a lot of people to him so it's notable.
The dc animated movie universe: not that interesting lol he's mostly a bg character.
NOTES ON HIS COMICS
The Blue Beetle 2006 run by Lilah Sturges tries to tackle an immigration storyline, but does so poorly and has a very important main character siding with right wingers. The final issue has a couple of upsetting endings for some beloved characters. It starts after #30 and ends the book.
New 52 is awful. Awful. Changed his origin, his relationship with almost everybody, gave him a weird running joke with the scarab and a lot of the dialogue and characterization choices come off as insaaaanely xenophobic, racist and classist. Also all of it was retconned so it's not even worth reading.
Rebirth was written by Giffen and had Ted Kord back as a mc. Also changed the scarab's origin from tech to magic. Not a favorite of mine, a lot of it is based around Giffen's humor, which i never really connected with, and the dynamic between Jaime and Ted can get annoying after a while. I've noticed it's still enjoyed by a lot of people and only had 16 issues, so you should probably give it a try and see for yourself.
Blue Beetle: Graduation Day is very good. Probably his best book since his first run. It's just about to end, the final issue comes out next week. It's just a mini so it can feel like it was missing more issues to fully flesh out what it wanted to do, but it honestly is refreshing to have Jaime's family and cast back. Also introduced a new city, a new armor and a lot of new characters!! I highly recommend it
This is all I can think of without going into extremely detailed analysis and breakdowns of every little bit of content he has had over the years!! I hope it's understandable and helps guide you into this beloved character <3 He's absolutely one if not my favorite DC character, and means a lot to me. If you have any questions or would like me to clarify about anything I'd be more than happy to answer!!
#blue beetle#jaime reyes#ted kord#blue beetle graduation day#reading list#guy gardner#peacemaker#starfire#dc comics#comic recommendation#dc#sorry for not embedding that i can't do it on mobile browser anymore for some reason ;-;#i absolutely spent like an hour writing this in one sitting#he's my little guy what else can I do#im also very normal about guy ted and boosters histories if i couldn't tell by the everything else in my tags#batman#booster gold
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Did someone ask for a WIP Wednesday?
(No, nobody did but I'm posting one anyways :) )
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“Are you ready to go? Anyone you want to say goodbye to first?”
She shook her head again, setting the bottle down on the counter. “No, I think… I think the cool air will do me some good.”
The adrenaline of the situation had kept her semi-functional, but now that her body realized it was safe, the liquor she had consumed with reckless abandon was coming back to bite her. And she still couldn’t stop herself from staring.
“I think it might too, Marsh. You’ve been swaying since we got to the kitchen… how much did you have to drink anyways?”
Marcia shrugged, carding a hand through the now-wild curls she’d so carefully styled all afternoon. “Dunno. I stopped counting after a while.”
Anetra crinkled her nose and Marcia almost missed what she said because the action was so cute, so delicate, and innocent in a way she didn’t really associate with the girl.
“Um. Sorry. Can you say that again?” She stuttered with a blush, her lower lip finding its way back between her teeth.
“I said I don’t envy you the hangover you’re gonna have tomorrow. I have some Advil back in our room that you can take,” Anetra offered as she moved to put her hand to Marcia’s back, leading her back toward the door. “You’re gonna freeze out there in that. Did you bring a jacket?” she asked with a frown, grabbing her own jacket off the coat rack with her free hand.
Marcia nodded, reaching for her own coat. She glanced enviously at Anetra, whose jacket looked thick and warm and high quality, compared to the thin flimsy one she had gotten for this costume. It looked cute but it wasn’t going to keep her very warm on the walk.
Anetra looked over at Marcia, brows furrowed slightly as she watched her. Marcia had her jacket in her arms but was making no move to put it on, eyes locked on the coat Anetra had just shrugged onto her own shoulders.
It took Anetra a second to understand. She shrugged her jacket off with a sigh. “You can wear mine. We’re basically the same size anyways.”
She draped the warm leather over Marcia’s shoulders, carefully extricating the other jacket from her grip to throw over her arm so Marcia wouldn’t have to hold it. The leather was soft and worn, clearly well-loved. It felt like butter against her skin and smelled like a mixture of weed and something that she was pretty sure was jasmine. It shouldn’t have smelled as good as it did. She nuzzled against the fabric, pulling it tighter around herself before looking up, giving Anetra a warm smile.
“Thank you. You’re secretly really sweet, aren’t you?”
Anetra smiled back, ducking her head a little. “I didn’t realize I was keeping it a secret.”
“You totally are. You play the tough guy with the brooding silence and the smoking and the sexy scar on your eye. But it’s all a lie and you’re not actually tough. You’re soft,” Marcia announced decidedly. It wasn’t necessarily that she thought Anetra wasn’t tough or intimidating. After all, she vividly remembered how dangerous Anetra had looked the one time she made her angry. But she was certainly second-guessing her concept of Anetra as mean and aloof. After all, how mean could a girl who had literally given her the jacket off of her back be?
“I think I can be tough and soft… wait, did you say my scar is sexy?” She cut her own comment off, face twisting in a funny way Marcia didn’t recognize. If it were on anyone other than Anetra, she would say it looked shy. She had colored in the scar when she did her makeup, a far cry from the usual attempts to make it blend in as much as possible. Marcia wasn’t sure exactly why she had decided to do that, but she thought it made her look like an action hero, some sort of brave knight or powerful spy. It made Anetra even more striking, to Marcia at least.
“That’s surprisingly nice to hear. I’ve always hated it,” she said quietly as she pulled open the door, smiling back at Marcia. “Now let’s go, I’m sick of being in this apartment right now.”
Even drunk, Marcia could tell Anetra was trying to cut off the conversation, which only piqued her curiosity, but she obediently stepped through the doorway, shoving her hands in the pockets of Anetra’s jacket and looking up at the night sky.
#i pinky promise the chapter is coming soon#i know its so late#but it is over 10k so uhhh you know#its basically like 4 chapters worth of content if that makes it better#anyways enjoy the exerpt!#i love posting stuff without consulting people :)#my girls? not being actively cruel to each other?#its a christmas miracle#on halloween#rpdr 15#drag race#anetra#drag race 15#rpdr#marcia#anarcia fanfic#anarcia#anarcia fanfiction#marcia x3#marcia marcia marcia#this scene is really cute though it was fun to write#pls enjoy#my writing
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❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ for anyone if you feel like doing this!
Hey arrow! I hit a really nasty writer's block with this one, so for now I'm calling it a WIP and giving you what I managed. Context: Theo is recovering from That Time He Fought An Erynys To Save Giliys's Soul, and also is trying to figure out how to tell Giliys "I love you" for the first time.
"I'm not going into shock," you force yourself to say.
"Your heart's beating so fast–of course you're going into fucking shock!"
"I'm not going into shock! I'm just–" and you freeze, because while you may not know how you should tell him, you know not like this!
"You're just what?!"
"...trying to figure out how to say 'I love you.'"
Gilly freezes, the fingers of his left hand still on your neck, taking your pulse. "You…what now?"
"I love you," you repeat.
"I–no you don't."
It takes you a moment to recognize your reaction to that, so rarely do you experience it these days. You are angry–no, not angry. Furious. Enraged. It's even worse than when Gilly told you the truth, because that anger had been tempered with grief and disbelief and even joy at his own ill-timed confession of love.
You close your eyes and take a breath. You will not let your feelings run away with you. That's something the old Theo would do. You're better than he was.
"For the last twenty-four years, I have welcomed the new year in the exact same way: I sit by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book, and I read until the clock strikes twelve and the Brastlewark New Year's Extravaganza begins. I always put aside my book and move to the window, and I watch my neighbors ring in the new year, and I think to myself, this is the year I get over Gilly. And every year, for the last twenty-three years, I've said farewell to the old year wondering where I went wrong. Because it doesn't seem to matter how hard I try to meet other people or focus on myself or any of the other advice they give you for this, because just when I think I've got a handle on it, you walk in the door with that with that damn smirk on your face, and nothing else matters at all. Do not tell me I don't love you when I've been sitting here, torturing myself for two and a half decades because I can't stand the thought of never seeing you again, because I've tried everything else, goddammit, but I will not–mmm–?"
Gilly, who has been trying to get a word in edgewise almost since you started speaking, has finally given up, shifted his left hand behind your head, and pulled you in to suddenly press his lips to yours. It takes you by surprise, and for a moment you freeze, your heart pounding in your ears–and then you pull back, pushing against his chest with your hands. "What…what is happening?" you ask.
"I'm…kissing you? Because I love you, too?"
You are so taken aback that you almost don't stop yourself from blurting out the first thing that comes to mind, that thing being 'have you ever kissed anyone before?' (Because, given the way his lips just kind of glomped onto yours and how your noses were pressed together, you doubt it) You fortunately stop yourself before you can humiliate him–and then you process his explanation. "You…you do?"
"I told you I do, didn't I?"
"Well, yes, but I'd assumed you'd have changed your mind after I threatened to kill you."
"So I just broke into a hellknight citadel for shits and giggles, then?"
You suddenly feel very, very foolish for expecting Gilly to understand that fighting an erinys was your way of saying "I love you."
#oc: theoven derenge#oc: giliys#pathfinder wotr#pwotr pals#ask game#Theoven × Giliys#This is much sweeter than the first time Giliys tells Theo he loves him btw#That was a fuckin disaster#Pwotr pals
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WIP Wordsearch game
guidelines: ctrl + f your wips to find the given words. share a sentence or so here
I was tagged by @greypetrel - thank you! I love doing silly games, and needed something small to get me to open my documents today. I'll tag out after the excerpts.
my assigned words are: cloud, horse, kind, soup, sigh
(these proved to be fairly hard to find! I ended up crossing out/substituting where I've not got a word available)
Cloud (From an original piece that...is questionably still going to be finished)
They’re sitting in a booth next to the window, and the sun is starting to burn a little, even through the grey clouds. “It’s hell, you know, looking for a job while disabled. Especially in my field. The perils of losing grant funding,” he swoons dramatically. “No, honestly, I haven’t gotten a single call-back.”
Horse Soot (Malachite)
After scrub after scrub after scrub, no soot is left under any crevice of skin. Her hands will be scarred, for years to come, but there is nothing left of the flame.
Kind (Love Knows Life)
Nat imagines her sister all rotund and flushed, dressed in all the fineries of a consort and bartering openly with the merchants – yes, that’s a good look on Rica. If only Nat could have seen it herself.
“What’s bothering you, little sister?” Rica asks, kind hand on Nat’s knee.
Nat shakes her head. “Nothing, really. Just wishing I could have seen that.” She pauses. “Endrin was early, wasn’t he?”
Soup (Cut content from World, End)
arms, bigger than hers and stronger in ways she didn’t recognize that wrapped around her and pulled her fingers around smooth wood and rough string – and released
soup, trickling warmly down her chest on a cold Fereldan night.
Sigh (Love Knows Life)
“What am I supposed to do with an Arling?” Nat asks.
“Maker preserve me, I have no clue. Rule, I’d guess.”
He sounds tired.
She sighs. “I’ll figure it.” To an eavesdropper, this might sound like a friendly conversation. Neither of them are so deluded.
I'll tag out to @kalina-tabrys-blast-radius, @herearedragons, and those who would like to! Words are: loud, bright, dance, dog, still
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Minecraft OCS you say? 👀
OwO
Okay SO I have 2 fleshed out OCs, 1 WIP OC (who i dont mention bc hes That underdeveloped), and I've also given Alex and Steve some personalities and development so, while they're not original characters, they're......adopted original characters, I guess. I put this under a cut because I rambled a bit :3
FIRST UP we have Charlemagne, aka Charlie! He is a cartographer and explorer that travels the world! Also, a creeper! He's unique to creepers in that he has a pair of functional arms / hands and not just small ones--in my universe creepers do have small, weak arms that aren't very dexterous so Charlie is a bit of an outlier. He left his family home to explore and discovered a love for map making after watching a cartographer in a village! When he showed clear signs of peaceful intent he was welcomed into the village and became an apprentice to the cartographer for several years. Once she taught him everything she knew he set off on his own to chart more of the World. Along the way he meets Whisp!
Whisp is an enderman, originally from the Nether, who got separated by his family by accident as a little one and got to the overworld on his own where he's been living since. He wanders from place to place, not really settling down. He doesn't really remember his childhood home but knows something is...missing. off. But he's alright! He eventually meets Charlie, curious about the creeper he sees taking notes and drawing.
Charlie isn't super fond of Whisp at first. He's a very calm, collected, almost formal individual while Whisp is...not. he's very immature and childish, and like. Over A decade younger than Charlie lmao he's like a teenager and Charlie is like, in his 30s basically. Whisp still thinks life is a game and that he's invincible with his teleportation abilities and, while Charlie is pretty lonely on the road, he doesn't enjoy essentially having to babysit Whisp. But he recognizes a kid on his own and wants to make sure he's okay. So he takes Whisp along with him and the two slowly begin to develop a real friendship! Charlie keeps Whisp out of trouble and Whisp's carefree attitude helps Charlie loosen up.
After a while of traveling together they find a strange house in the wilderness. Charlie's never seen anything like that and is nervous to approach, but Whisp fears nothing still and immediately goes up to it to see what's up. And it's Alex's house!
She has no memories, essentially just waking up on a nearby beach and making her way to the jungle they find her in. She manages to figure out how to survive on her own and honestly has a pretty comfortable life for herself at this point. She's not...good with people, the only real interaction she gets is with the animals she farms. But she's seen Endermen and knows the Rule of not looking into their eyes so she's not really afraid of Whisp. She *is* confused when it seems like he wants to talk to her, and though the language barrier makes it difficult, she works out hes just curious about her. So...she opens up. Tells him she's from here and she's all alone but he's welcome to stay--she has food and a nice house and wouldn't mind the company. Then he motions for Charlie to come out. Alex is expecting an Enderman and Immediately gets scared when out walks Charlie. Gets ready to flee but Whisp. Grasps her n tries to communicate that he's a friend. When Alex calms down she tentatively invites then both in, where they slowly piece together how to talk to each other.
Over time they figure out how to speak each other's languages and become friends! Alex has never disliked endermen, and the only reason she was hostile to Charlie was bc she thought he'd explode her. Which Charlie understands! But he tells her he has no desire to do that any time soon as he wants to see as much if the world as he can. Charlie eventually asks if Alex can show him around her home so he can map it out and she does! That's when the three really start to bond--and when they meet Steve. He, much like Alex, sort of just Woke Up one day and had to figure everything out on his own. Miraculously he and Alex speak the same language, and they're both so surprised to meet another Thing like them. Alex asks Charlie if he knows what she and Steve are and he confesses he doesn't; they're a lot like the villagers but very different at the same time. Alex and Steve had never seen a village and honestly thought it was just them and the animals and other mobs. Steve is still a noob and really just has a lumpy dirt hut he hunkers down in so Alex brings him back to her house. The two of them hit it off Immediately (made easier by a lack of a language barrier) and awaken each other's Gremlin Energy.
For Charlie, it's a bit like adopting 2 more kids. And for Whisp it's like getting 2 cool older siblings. And Alex and Steve are just SO excited to have friends!
Alex and Steve build onto Alex's house and makes it a real nice base for all of them. Whisp loves it and Charlie admits it *is* nice having a soft bed to sleep in, and the four of them decide to all live together! Charlie still travels but he always comes home. Sometimes Whisp goes with him, other times he stays with Alex n Steve.
Steve discovers a love for mining which is another new adventure for Alex! He gathers resources while she sets up secure perimeters and keeps guard. They're both equally good builders and have a great system of survival going !!
So, that's the basics of my little block dudes! They're silly goofy guys that make a home together and go on fun little adventures! :3
#ask#anon#PLEEEEASE dont hesitate 2 ask more i love my block dudes#Block Boyz#<-my tag 4 them on my OC blog :3
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Skakdkakkd I wanna know about ALL of them help
Okay let's not pull a Jelly 😂 talk to me about Wilson sandwich (cause I love a good Wilson Sandwich indeed :)) and I'm also interested in Courting and Contestation!
I think Jelly has the right idea lol. My evil plan is to just slowly work my way down your WIP list one at a time 😈.
Wilson Sandwich is still in the early stages of development-- I don't know how it's going to end, and honestly I'm a little muddled on the start, too. Very much a porn without plot that I will probably accidentally end up adding plot to, bc I can't help myself.
But it's omegaverse, with Omega Dick and Alpha all of the Wilsons. Basically Slade decides that he wants Dick and claims him, takes him home, and is like, hey (adult or nearly adult) kids, here's your new Mommy. (Who even knows where Adeline is. She might be an alpha too, but gtfo at some point. The omegaverse elements here have muddled the timeline, bc pack bonds don't allow Slade, the dominant alpha, to abandon his family for any kind of significant duration. Maybe Grant tries to go do his Ravager thing and stealing Dick is how Slade stops it? Idk.) Obviously, lots of noncon. I'm picturing the setting to be one of those worlds where, at least in some cultures, the pack omega is expected to be sexually available to all alphas in the pack (with very specific limitations. For example, breeding rights might be exclusive to the alpha that claimed them). I don't think that is necessarily the prevailing attitude in Gotham, especially among the comparatively prudish Bats, but I'm picturing it to be more common in the south, where Slade is from. Omega aren't owned outright, but there is a lot of sexism, even without the kind of direct sexual exploitation that would be common among more conservative groups.
In any case, Slade's fucked up family embodies much of the worst of this, because they just don't know any better. I'm picturing Grant, Joey, and Rose. None of them are actively violent with Dick, given how easy it is to overpower him by sheer force of numbers, but I'm going for that line between horny and horror where they think what they're doing is normal. Slade gets Dick pregnant as soon as possible, and then proceeds to do his version of doting/wooing, but of course this is tainted by all of the kidnapping, and noncon, and handing Dick out to his kids. Joey is sympathetic, wants Dick to be happy and recognizes that this isn't gonna make that happen, but also, when in Rome, you know? He wants Dick too. Basically he just eats Dick out all the time and convinces himself that, because he's not getting off on it, he's not as bad as the others. All of them have a breastfeeding kink, but Rose takes it to an extreme. She also leans hard into the whole Mommy element, which Slade finds darling and Dick does not like. Picture Slade holding Dick down, maybe knotted on his lap, while Rose sucks on Dick's tits and rides him. And Slade is just praising them both, pleased as punch to finally be making a happy family. Of all of them, Grant is the most cruel-- he's tried to rebel, to find his own identity outside the pack, and Daddy Dearest cut his efforts off at the knees and brought him Dick instead. He constantly pushes the boundaries of what is acceptable, even in a household like this. If things ever get better for Dick, it's because Grant takes things too far and it forces everyone else to have a wake-up call and start actually listening to what Dick is saying about his own needs and boundaries (at least a little).
Obviously, Dick is doing his best to escape at any given point, but once he gets pregnant, things get harder. Slade has bonded him, and he feels himself slowly succumbing to the bond's influence. This isn't what he's used to, but is it really so bad? Etc etc. I don't tend to write full mindbreak scenarios, so I don't think it would end that way, but who knows? Not me!
Courting and Contestation!!!
This is my take on your classic Will-figures-it-out-early scenario. Hannibal isn't at the stage of the relationship where he's ready to go to jail for Will, but also he doesn't want to kill him, so, naturally, he decides to kidnap Will and keep him in his basement. It's a lot of Hannibal wanting Will (his body, his mind, his eternal devotion, etc etc), and Will wanting his freedom.
Historically, I have gotten frustrated with some fics with this premise because of the way Will becomes content with his imprisonment, because it means he gets to be with Hannibal. He and Hannibal are both people who can live rich lives within only their imaginations, but neither of them would be content with that for Will (imo). Hannibal wouldn't like that Will is escaping into his mind (where Hannibal can't follow), and Will has higher expectations of Hannibal as a partner than to treat him as, functionally, a beloved pet.
So instead, they start negotiating. Will knows he can't get away with lying to Hannibal outright, to he has to really consider what Hannibal would need to do in order for him to be willing to not just enter into a relationship with him, but to become complicit in his crimes by not turning him in, if freed. Hannibal has to consider what it would take for him to actually trust that Will won't turn him in the second he lets his guard down.
This includes reasonable things like "let's not lie to each other anymore" and less reasonable things, like "I'll let you fuck me, but only if you hunt me down in the woods and I have a real chance of getting away."
#i keep trying to post my answer and tumblr wont let me#rip#was gonna add an excerpt but now i feel too frustrated w technology#AH#IT FINALLY WORKED#wip ask game#sladick#hannigram#trigger warning: rape
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