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joeloverture · 15 days

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Your fics are dogshit. Really obvious that it’s a fatass beaner bitch behind the keyboard 😂

go shove a needle up your urethra you racist piece of shit

#🫀 vetty’s musings #anon hate #tw racism #tw fatphobia #see i wouldn’t even respond to this #but… i do write for a latino man you realize that????#you took a wrong turn buddy #anon #ask

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queeraliensposts · 6 months

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I've seen people calling Aiden Thomas a transmed author (mostly cause some transmeds like to claim his books), but if you followed Aiden Thomas on social media you'll see this not the case, also I think the reason why a lot of white transmeds resonate with his novels like Cemetery Boys and The Sunbearer Trials, has nothing to do with Aiden Thomas's writing and more to do with the fact that Aiden Thomas writes stories about LATINO trans men, and for a lot of white transmascs the message went way over their head.

In my own personal experience as a latino trans guy I relate much more to Aiden Thomas's work then to most other transmasc authors, because Aiden knows that it's a lot easier for us to internalize those toxic ideas of gender. Toxic masculinity is prevalent in latine culture it has it's own damm name "machismo". Therefore it's a lot harder for us to come to the realization that there's nothing wrong with our bodies and the problem stems from the way society views them. To add to that just as toxic masculinity is so over enforced in latine culture so is toxic feminity, so many of us feel the need to present very femininely before we finally decide to start presenting as ourselves. So once we actually come out and start presenting as male we try to compensate for that. On top of that growing up latine and afab means you and your body gets sexualized a lot more often. Mostly by the white supremacist stereotype of the curvy spicy Latina.

With all of that I can easily explain why when I read The Witch King, a novel about a white trans guy, when Wyatt said that he doesn't have a problem with his body and it was the way that people saw him as female, I personally couldn't relate.

But now going on the the actual content of Aiden Thomas's work (I will only be touching on Cemetery Boys because I haven't finished the Sunbearer Trials 😅).

Yadriel starts the novel with a lot of internalized transphobia which he's not even aware of. This is because at this point, he is the only queer person he knows, and he's surrounded by people who see him as different for who he is. It's not until he meets Julian, another queer person who has interacted with many other queer people. It's not until Yadriel starts talking to Julian and his friends that he starts realizing that everything he was taught about what it means to be a man is bullshit by the end of the book while I'm sure Yadriel hasn't 100% gotten over his internalized transphobia, he set on a path to unlearn it.

Aiden Thomas isn't a transmed author he just writes about the trans experience from a perspective that is often overlooked.

Closing off I would like to set the record cause as a latino trans author that's currently working on a novel about a latino trans boy mc. For any transmeds who wanna claim my work, it's not for you.

#trans #lgbtqia #ftm #transmasc #leftist #trans men #latino #latine #latinx #Latino trans man #mexican #Mexican and trans #trans men of color #cemetery boys #the sunbearer trials #aiden thomas #The witch king #bookblr #media literacy

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YANDERE ! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT GENDER NEUTRAL) ! READER

Just an outline for a potential full on fic to come.

First of all, I’d like to put credit where credit is due and thank Kden (from Quotev) for creating Straight Venomous and inspiring me to start this. And thank you firefly-graphics and galacticgrafitti for the dividers.

Damian and Reader are of legal age in this fic but there will still be an age gap between them and Bruce (I mean he literally fathered the former so it can’t be helped)

This is my first fic in Tumblr so forgive me if it isn’t up to par for quality and format wise as I’m still learning.

CW/TW: Reader is POC coded as in Latino/Black like Miles although you can kinda have to squint since it’s only from the dialogue with their mother in future chapters. Reader is described to have gained “muscles” and height. Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. NO NSFW YET BUT WILL COME IN LATER CHAPTERS.

current status: unedited

summary: damian meets and gets attracted to wrinkly brained reader. mostly follows the into the spiderverse plot.

Reply if you’d like to be added to this series’s taglist.

[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

WHAT’S UP DANGER (PART ONE)

“If I sound lazy just ignore my tone, cause I’m always gonna answer when you call my phone

like what’s up danger?”

You most likely met Damian first.

He was astonished by how much of a failure you were. Really, he wouldn’t have noticed you in the first place if you weren’t such a catastrophe. He knew you only got to his school via raffle but even the worst students here didn’t get complete zeroes on all their scores.

He was probably assigned to be your tutor. Which you remember vehemently refusing. After all you wanted to be expunged from this god awful preppy school filled with elites of all kinds. But nope — you were forced to get along with the worst of them all. Damian Wayne. Perhaps you’ve gone too far and should have settled for a 20 or something on that paper instead . . . or all those quizzes and assignments you purposely got zeroes on.

In any case you now had the Damian Wayne inside your house (if you even call it that) and a paper to write about your ambitions or whatever.

You were basically complete opposites. He was rich, you were below average if not just straight up poor. You even bet he was a daddy’s boy or some shit. (But who were you to judge when your first day at the school literally consisted of your father forcing you to say you love him . . . with the loudest speakers known to man!) He was probably into classical music and while you did enjoy the genre as well you were more of a hip-hop, trap, pop music sorta guy. He was known as a snob that didn’t take bullshit from anyone while you were literally the definition of a pushover.

But surprisingly you two clicked really well. It started with you off-handedly correcting one of his mistakes. It wasn’t supposed to reach his ears really. But the realization that you, the bottom feeder of all bottom feeders corrected him flustered him entirely. That moment stuck within his head for the entire week that it even slipped into his vigilante activities.

Like, after single-handedly decimating a group of people trying to rob a bank he just yells, “How the hell did I get that wrong?!” while that one dude pretending to be unconscious in the background so he wouldn’t get beaten up harder just stares at him in confusion and shock.

After he cools down a bit, he starts wondering how you got it right. He looks into your scores and notices everything before his intervention were literally straight zeroes. Not just in the classes you two shared. It was either you were extremely (un)lucky or . . . you knew every answer from the start.

So he starts taunting you. Forcing you to display your prowess. Calling you an idiot, poor, nobody when you didn’t relent to his provocation.

And so you did. You showed him that you really didn’t need help from him. That you were a genius in your own right. Capable of doing advanced arithmetics within seconds in your head. You were fascinating to him.

And maybe the fact that only he got to know this side of you — not your classmates or teachers, even your parents now that you’ve secured a dorm room close to him (courtesy of the Wayne name) — knew about your intelligence inflated his ego. If only you didn’t have a roommate that bothered you two once in a while. He was quite the annoyance with how the music in his headphones could be heard even across the room. Like seriously, how was the boy not deaf yet?

It was around that time you got your powers.

You began avoiding him (and everyone really) but mostly him (he’d convinced himself). You’d only come to his desk once in a while to tell him that you weren’t available for tutoring that day, or even that entire week. Not to mention your sudden growth in height and muscles. Were you going through . . . puberty? No wait— you’re older than him by a year! Perhaps you were a late bloomer? You probably just started a gym membership. But he didn’t spot you in any gyms throughout Gotham out on his patrol. Not even at your room at night…

That and your already sus scores and attitude prompted him to instigate an entire investigation.

Who was [Y/N] [L/N]?

He knew some facts about you just from your room, the fact that you enjoyed music of all sorts and art, more specifically the graphic - pop look. He even started noticing your name-tags that you’d put everywhere both in his civilian and vigilante life. Seriously, how were you able to put it atop this streetlamp of all places?

Then he started noticing how alike you two actually are. Aside from enjoying art and all, you were incredibly rebellious. You had a relationship with your dad that could only remind him of his with Bruce. He knew you probably get reprimanded for all the vandalism you’ve gotten up to all the time. A small smile graced his lips at the thought.

However this only made him question your avoidance even more. So he decided to take a step further and trail you as robin (even harder).

You were getting really close with this Gwen girl in class. He quipped in his head as he noticed you two walking together.

Were you . . . going to the gym to impress her?

You didn’t seem like the type to change yourself for the sake of others. Despite your downtrodden attitude about academics. He can see the hidden potential, that confidence he wanted out for him to witness and bask in. He wanted to see all sides of you he realized.

He wanted to be the only one who did.

But just as he was about to follow you two into a dark alleyway he gets called by Dick of all people to investigate something else. Something about a man trying to cross realities and universes? Pah, as if that was more important than this. Nightwing can handle himself. He couldn’t have his competence questioned though. So with a reluctant sigh, he takes off into the night sky. Wondering what the pair he followed could be doing.

[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

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laylawatermelon · 15 days

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70.6 - 7.07 Speculation/ Buddie Meta

I am a writer y'know hehe

So, Buddie is happening.

Now let me explain.

Bi buck always existed, but the problem is that most of his consistent emotional relationship one could argue realistically romantically has been with a man he's known for years.

But has always been bi yes, but he's also been in love with his best friend for a really long time.

Friends to lovers where Y'all at? I see y'all madney truthers

Anyways I understand but what has kind of been bothering me is the fact that Buddie the ship has been abandoned/negated as not an important past of the puzzle for bi buck realization despite the fact that Eddie is physically present throughout his entire relationship/storyline.

I could argue that because they're mirrors to each other (corny soulmate type shit is perfect for network tv) this is the best way to ease people into it.

Buck and Eddie are the two beloved firefighters (and respective sex symbols). They have an appeal for the straight audience for that reason.

Lou already spoiled it but he's only here for a while.

There's been almost blatant explanations and dialogue that leads to the fact that this relationship is going to directly lead into buddie one way or another.

Tommy has from the beginning suspected that Buck (I'm calling him Evan in my head in regards to him and it's so weird 😖) and Eddie have an unusual relationship or that Buck is in love with Eddie at least.

(MY attention? is the biggest example.)

My prediction is that their mirrors of each other, the parallels, and red flags pop up too often now.

I know they're still writing the show and are likely watching audience engagement and ao3 (I'm watching you Tim ik you're here I'm new but ik you got shooters out here) for where to go with the story.

In Eddie's (frankly oddly portrayed) plotline is related to his Catholic guilt and his nonexistent relationship with Marisol (no last name?). As the episode maybe suggests they don't know their partners well enough.

Shame to Eddie because it's been months in universe like come on man. In Buck's it's literally been a few weeks, and most of the time Tommy spent with Eddie and not with him.

I like them as a couple and find them affordable. I can't quite bring myself to ship them or be as enthusiastic as others and that's okay.

I still admire the relationship they have and won't bash others for enjoying it.

Hell they still have Taylor and Buck enjoyers and maybe even Abby (i assume I haven't met any honestly).

The reason why I'm a bit confused on why Buddie isn't being all that embraced as a vital part of the storyline is because in a way it is.

I think it spurred the writers on to lean into it heavily due to the actors chemistry and portrayal of the relationship.

Now I'm not saying he wouldn't be bi regardless, because he's always been written that way.

His interactions with worm guy, a gay married couple, Carlos (who I've been waiting to say this but I can't hold myself any longer is Latino, shorter than him, brown eyes, dark hair - Eddie lite/he had a bit of a type aka cute guys.)

I clocked him flirting with him with his cute fact spilling as a way of affection because I do it to to people I love. (🤗i love my ADHD rep!) When he saw him look at the girl he became more platonic in his interactions. Then there was Eddie.

And Eddie honestly is the biggest part of the puzzle.

Yes he likes Tommy, and I don't deny he likes strong confident (suspiciously Eddie shaped 😂) guys.

He has always been attracted to strong personalities regardless of gender.

I do think he did pursue him and I think because Tommy is gay he recognized the flirting Buck does with both men and women as that, flirting.

Eddie doesn't count cause he has a whole can of worms he gotta figure out himself.

If Buck had consistent scenes with an out queer man on the show he'd have been at least clocked. (Eddie was kind of in the way with Josh and the Dispatch crew/his gaydar pinged a lil around him)

I've been saying that now that he's canonically bisexual and it's a known fact, you can't deny he's quite literally been flirting with his best friend the entire show (as a coparent??? Idk man they both said they skip steps/impatient 🤷🏾‍♀️).

When new fans watch it it's obvious, when older fans recall it it's either enlightening or redefining that relationship regardless.

The red flags that are coming up is Eddie's statement of moving too fast and Buck literally moving to fast with his second date (i assume idk how in world time works it's a tv show 🤷🏾‍♀️) being his sister's wedding.

Realistically I know you only invite people to events like that if you're fully committed to each other for a long term thing.

I'm not saying that he's on his wheel but in a way I'm tilting my head at some similarities of Tommy and his past relationships and Buck's tendencies.

Buck will be Buck.

Tommy knows him as Evan, and calls him such.

Which didn't get me wrong cute or whatever but rubs me there wrong away, because we know he prefers Buck as it's his chosen name for a reason. It's defined him and been contextualized and even accepted by his parents.

I believe in calling people the name they choose to be called and I just don't like when that's ignored.

It also doesn't help that he continues to call him that in an episode called You don't know me (you can Even tie it in to Marisol No last name) that deals with identities and lack of knowledge.

Buck has spent most of his remaining twenties with that identity and has defended it so the casualness of him calling him that unnerves me.

It's meant to close the distance and be portrayed as romantic but it can also be interpreted as him seeing Evan, not Buck when with him.

But I did see a post that changed my perspective on calling a name with love instead can recontextualize the meaning of it and I found that sweet and fitting. In that case I can swing either way about it.

If it does make him more accepting of that side of his identity that's great that he's beginning to heal from a path when his name/personhood was used as a weapon or item.

But, I also still feel a bit iffy that it's not interchangeably used with Buck because his family and everyone he knows calls him that. Even his previous romantic partners did and I didn't mind him being called it but I would like it if both names would be used as that is the new part of him where Evan exists as well.

Also narratively they spent too much time on defining his name and what it means to him and everyone around him to not show the importance of his identity being acknowledged in a new unfamiliar relationship.

(whew i think I'm just mad at the writers or this may just be on purpose who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️)

I'm getting to the meta I promise I'm just finally processing what's been plaguing me about this relationship and i gotta let the monster out

That would also explain why he doesn't know the ADHD rants that Buck blabs on about.

But then again the episode is called you don't know me and they weren't even friends he just jumped into a relationship.

(ps you can just start dating someone and learn as you go I'm just saying 🤷🏾‍♀️)

The biggest problem with their relationship is that he's in love with his best friend.

He literally only began to open up and flirt when he realized that he wasn't a romantic threat to his family.

(Which trifling Buck! Your man can't get wined and dined?? He deserves love too!/j)

He literally relaxed/his shoulders open up when Tommy assures him that his son still loves and idolizes him and that Eddie still likes him and he's irreplaceable in his life.

After that's secured he begins to make his move and become more flirtatious (cough sexually open cough) to this confident man in his kitchen in the dim lights and glowy atmosphere.

Damn I'd kiss him too 🤷🏾‍♀️ (if I was a guy ofc)

I also didn't like the parallels of Buck being left (which has happened with his female love interests) and then Buck still having to reach out.

I don't think Tommy is bad for Buck, but I'm still not convinced that he's 100% good. But then again he's been here literally a two episodes and barely any screentime.

And the one he does makes it seem like he's interested but not too invested.

(which makes sense and I will elaborate a bit later in the meta speculation)

The Tommy that everyone is talking about exists solely in fan spaces and head canon and that's why I think I can't get into it. The facts of him are plain in the show but in the fan spaces he has a different image.

Which valid, once again he's almost a blank sheet of what we wish a Buck gets and deserves in a love interest but that's what he is as of now. A blank-ish sheet. Kind of like a projection sheet for movies.

Tommy seems like a caring partner and sure of himself. He's shown himself to be funny, considerate, and as unhinged as the rest of the 118 (ah the fruity fire badasses).

Also i wanna point your Buck likes em a lil older sometimes haha

But back on topic, I can see Tommy being like Natalia (which makes sense as that storyline could've been used) In the fact that he sees that the space in his life is occupied and respectfully backs out.

My meta for 7.06 is this.

Tommy helps out somehow. Buck is ecstatic rightfully so.

They kiss dance and are cute.

The family is very welcoming, the 118 is still loving, but then he sees something that affirms his suspicions.

It's a normal scene for us.

Either Buck is taking care of Chris and then talks to Eddie.

He sees the look in Buck's eyes and the fondness there. He looks at Eddie and sees the same on his face.

He notices how they work together and laugh, them at the family and life he's built all around him, and decides he can't be apart of this. There's no space for him.

It feels too real too fast and he'll only end to heartbroken because he's just interested, not invested yet.

So he gracefully bows out and let's him know that he has enough love in his life if he'd just look for it.

(i also found out he used the word interested in the cafe scene where i recognized it as the ana date. Also Buck was wearing a white patterned shirt and i had a heart attack because it wasn't great the last time he wore it 😬)

Then it leads into ghost of a second chance.

(now imma say this i will be posting more specs about the these episodes I'm just on my buddie storyline juice rn)

This is now Buck trying to salvage/figure out what went wrong and maybe try to contact him again.

In the case of Marisol it's safe to assume they break up, the reason why isn't clear.

It could be related to his sisters disapproval of their relationship (as they're supposed to be coming out did the show forget??) or apprehension towards her as they've been raised/watched him grow up.

They know what makes him happy.

For ghost a second chance I didn't have much buddie assumptions but I'm pretty sure that one is more in relation to other members of the cast most likely and maybe Buck trying to salvage his relationship.

7.08-10 isn't complete so who knows🤷🏾‍♀️ how they must switch it up for more drama?

But I will say, we gotta dive into the Eddie of it all.

Y'all thought I forgot about him?

The bi Buck storyline isn't complete without Eddie either romantically or platonically.

In real life their queer storylines were always interchangeable and they're both feeling out the GA and fans reaction.

Buddie not going canon doesn't make sense because realistically it's one of the biggest ships and the most talked about things for the online fans.

It's a good reason many fans started (me included🙋🏾‍♀️) and stay (if the beautiful found family didn't hit it for them).

The way that they were both discussed and Ryan is fine with Buddie still kind of matches his character honestly. Demi Eddie is a head canon and honestly Eddie would only be comfortable with dating a man at this stage of his life if it's someone he loves already aka Buck.

There could be other reasons but as a Buddie warrior truther (as they named it which is still so insane) as his old interviews alluded to the fact that he loves Buck so much he can't really see himself with another guy he just met like that.

He also maybe wanted a easier storyline as he had always been a bit of a heavy character.

For women it's easier as he's raised to do it and it's "natural" or right for him to do so.

His parents said it, the church says it, God says it so it must be right.

He loves commitment, has said he's a nester and constantly yearns for a family unit.

The only family unit he knows of it feels is acceptable due to his upbringing is man, woman, child.

Not that he's homophobic cause duh, HenRen is literally there, but his standards and pressure doesn't even let him fathom it for himself.

It's also likely if the demi part is true, he's highly unlikely to be like Buck and view others sexually and even realize he's able to have a family/relationship with a man.

I suspect no Buddie this season. I actually hope and pray for it.

Because from both a business and story point it's best to keep the will-they won't-they into season 8 to keep viewers engaged/tuning in and not to rush the story and get some really good emotional moments.

I won't lie I miss the angst we got in the other seasons and as a result the show's identity with Eddie has faltered a bit.

I didn't love episode 5 but I didn't hate it. I still enjoy the show and if they feel a bit unusual it's okay.

There were still some great moments in it.

Eddie's character is now happy but as a result he's also somewhat unfamiliar (that speaks to the whump heavy storylines he has) as he seems less mature. You can argue now that he has a stable support system he's able to let loose because he knows his needs will be covered.

That's also a great point and easy way of showing his development.

His Catholic guilt now that it's been introduced will have to be deconstructed as he will have to redefine his life, what he's looking for/allow himself to be and dare to dream of a life not given to him by someone else or pressure.

This season he's only just started to accept things that make him feel good (which for now is Marisol) and be open and honest about it.

I can argue it is a great sign of improvement of his character.

A bit ooc portrayal yes, but the message of looking deeper still applies.

This can apply to Buddie probably leading through the next half of season 7 by being ramped up and then going full speed ahead season 8.

At the time though since they're still writing they may take a hard right turn and keep it platonic (😭).

But what would be inevitable is Eddie's coming out/self discovery arc that isn't tied to the church or sense of duty.

Which yay! More self discovery I love the message of finding yourself lasts throughout your life and due to life's unexpected events you can change to be a better version of yourself all the time.

We got bi buck (which evidently was influenced by Eddie in some way) now let's free Eddie to even if they didn't do it for Buddie (once again😭😭😭).

Now that I've got it mostly off my chest I'm definitely gonna do an analysis of the parallels and the way it's played pt.2 (and more as seasons passed cause Ryan and Oliver 😘 muah 10/10 no notes).

Okay bye.

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theyluvlyss · 5 months

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞

⚠️ spoilers after the cut ⚠️

it was so cute and good, and the references were funny lmao !!

"batman's a fascist🤬😌 !!" - george lopez

and personally, I've been found xolo maridueña attractive, my mom watched cobra kai the minute she realized it was a karate kid spin-off/story continuation, so he was already a household name/face for me, so I was already super glad to see him take on the role of jaime reyes and knew he would do well.

also-also-also, it was amazing to see his character be brought to life because I remember being tiny and having the fattest crush on jaime after watching justice league vs. teen titans, so I felt the way I felt then, now, all over again😆. also, once again, the representation?! *french kiss*💋 spectacular. they were right when they said it was practically the black panther for latinos lmfao.

also, once again, I found myself deeply relating to the main character, his job/life struggles and the way he was feeling all of that pressure coming down on him so fast from all of these outlying forces,,, yeah🥲.

unlike me, though, his family was his support system. and I so deeply loved that for him and watching his bond/connection with his family on screen was so heartwarming and refreshing (especially for dc lmao we know how they be, traumatizing their characters💀), and then basically adopting jenny kord😭💜.

lord, and when the dad, alberto, died...I felt that in my chest bro, I was crying, like, milagro screaming out for her mom, dude...

💔...like truly...

also, miss susan sarandon, hello ?!? I know she was evil, but as usual, she ate down💅🏽. if you know me, you know I will root for speed racer's mom no matter what role she's in, like, susan did that fr, she plays evil so damn well, I almost hated her😭.

but yeah, all in all, super cute and fun movie, I loved it a lot, and I definitely can't wait for the dceu to expand on jaime and his family and superhero life, especially knowing he's basically the start of the whole dceu reboot thing. james gunn, do my boy right or I swear to god, I'll re-write and re-cast the entire dceu myself and do it better. that's a threat and a promise🥰🫵🏽.

anyways, jaime reyes will be added to my list or something like that soon, and when I do that, I'll happily take requests for him cuz wheeew...! fine ass man😻🥴✨️💙.

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chikahoshi · 10 months

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Just wanted to advertise my favorite Miles/Gwen fic. 🥹 This takes place when they’re older and don’t realize they have a baby on the way. It’s really cute and sweet; the kind of fic you read when you just want to see two lovebirds being so in love with each other. 🥹💕

Things I love about this fic:

1.) Very vivid and direct writing style. While still being extremely sweet, the writing style has a certain sharpness to it that works for the kind of story it wants to tell.

2.) Strong characterizations on Miles and Gwen that feels true to the characters. Their dynamic in this fic is very adorable but also fun with how they bounce off of each other. Great dialogue exchange too. 🥹

3.) The author does a really great job livening up the OCs too, so even if they’re minor characters, they feel like real people. This is also tied with the next point.

4.) Wonderful use of Latino culture. I’m not Latina myself and don’t have that experience in the culture, but I’ve read some of the comments from people who do, and if it’s worth anything, it seems the author does a very great job at it. Plus, I enjoy how the author incorporates Miles’ Latino side into the story and tying it with Gwen too! Really helps strengthen their relationship. ☺️

Please do give this fic a chance, and if you like, totally give them a comment. They definitely deserve it!! 🥹🙏🏻

#miles x gwen #gwiles #ghostflower

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rubydubydoo122 · 20 days

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In every universe Jason Peter Todd dies young. It’s a fate sealed across the multiverse. Maybe he could hope that there’s one universe where he doesn’t. aka, Jason, Dick, and Bruce go multiverse hopping, and are not having a fun time. (Ps, when I started writing this fic I hced Jason as Latino, but I don't really believe in that hc anymore, so just a heads up if you don't like that hc)

TRIGGER WARNING -> Child Death (it's Jason)

A child was gone. A child was gone. A child was gone. A child was gone. A child was gone. A child was gone. A child was gone.

Seven children were gone. And another one was about to die. And another one and another one, with every new reality they went to, because that was the pattern.

It wasn’t just Jason dying. It was Jason dying as a kid, unable to grow old. None of his counterparts would grow old.

None of them spoke. It was like they were frozen in time. Except he knew they weren’t frozen because his knees were trembling and he had to clench his fists to keep them steady. Before he could tell what he was doing, Jason was moving.

He could tell who was comforting who. If he was clinging to Dick to keep himself from floating away or if Dick’s vice-like hug was to make sure he wouldn’t turn into smoke right in his arms.

Finally, it was Bruce who broke the silence, “We should find somewhere to rest. Maybe sit this universe out.”

And honestly, Dick and Jason were too worn out to realize it wasn’t a very Batman thing to say. In fact, it felt a lot like the Bruce they both knew in their childhood. The man that didn’t have Batman bleeding into the person he truly was– Bruce.

Though now that they were relatively back to their senses, he took his time to look around. The magic was strong in this universe. Specifically soul magic.

The sould didn’t feel like they were on a separate plane, like how he learned with Ducra. It felt like each and every soul had the ability to pass through the veil and take on a form in the physical world. Like if everyone had the ability to summon their own version of the All Blades.

They were in some sort of museum. Except, It didn’t feature dinosaurs or WWII artifacts. No. It seemed to feature winged skeletons, but attached to humans. Except they weren’t really attached. As far as Jason could tell, the anatomy didn’t really line up for the back of the ribs to connect with the wings. Though Jason could feel the connection between the wings and the skeleton that ran soul deep.

Bruce smoothed out Jason’s hair, “Come on, lets go.”

As soon as they got outside, they realized what was different about this universe. There were people with wings. From the shape of a falcon to a songbird, from the wing of a dove to a vulture. He could tell that each and every set of wings was a reflection of that person’s soul. It was their soul.

He thought about Bruce. Maybe his wings would be some sort of Eagle. Strong, sharp, intelligent. Though, those are more qualities of a person, not a soul. And an Eagle didn’t really seem to fit Bruce. You can’t really describe a soul with words. It’s just an energy, a vibe.

What would Dick’s look like? Dick, a man who was born to fly. Him having Robin wings felt a little too on the nose. He had to have giant wings that drew eyes and signaled comfort. Jason couldn’t really think of a specific wing that would portray that. Unless his wings were unique, and unlike anything anyone has seen.

He wondered what his wings would look like. Would his soul, a soul strong enough to wield the All-Blades, have giant wings that were majestic? Or was he too broken? Would his wings only manifest as a few measly feathers.

They got to a motel, and the receptionist noticed them immediately, “Oh! Mr. Wayne! I didn’t expect anyone of your status to ever stay somewhere here.”

Bruce gave her one of his signature Brucie Wayne smiles, “It was the closest place.”

She looked from Dick to Jason and gave him a soft smile back, “Rough night out?”

“You could say that.”

She handed them a key, “The room’s on the house. After all you and your sons do for the city, it’s the least we could do.”

Bruce looked a little confused, “Are you sure? I have enough money–”

“Yes, yes, please. I insist. You and your family are the Guardian Angels of Gotham. My boss would throw a fit if he realized I made you pay. Now go! Rest! It’s the least you could do.”

“Oh.” Bruce took the key, “Thank you.”

As soon as they got to the room, Dick face planted onto the colossal bed (For the wings? But sleeping with those seemed like work). Then he rolled over and started pushing all the sheets to the middle. Like he used to do when Jason was visiting the Titans.

Dick was the type of person who didn’t sleep with any blankets, whereas Jason bundled himself like a burrito. Jason could sleep without them– his time on the streets and in the league made that a necessity– but when given the choice, he’d take the protection and safety blankets provided.

Of course he knew he could trust Dick to catch him when he fell, or to protect his back, but it took a while for Jason to trust Dick like that . He remembers, way back in the beginning, he used to sleep on the giant couch in Titan’s tower, which slowly turned into sleeping on the ground in Dick’s room. Then to the opposite end of the bed with a pillow wall separating them.

There was that time, it was a couple nights before Dick left for space. Jason had went to Titan’s Tower after Gloria Stanson died and the whole situation with Fellipe Garzonas. And Dick, he just held him in his arms. Leaning his cheek on top of Jason’s curls. Not saying anything, and just holding him. He didn’t ask any questions. He just gave him comfort.

It was hard for Jason to trust people like that. Trust people enough to be vulnerable around them. Though once Jason trusted someone, nothing they did could break that trust. Sure, they could disappoint him, like Bruce and Sheila, or even in some ways Talia, but he still trusted them with his whole being. Even if he knew Dick didn’t trust him. He probably didn’t see Jason as anything more than a… coworker, or a person who took the face of a kid he maybe used to care about, Jason trusted Dick more than anyone else in the world. He was his big brother.

Jason rolled himself up in the blankets and scooted until his forehead was slightly touching Dick’s shoulder. Dick immediately melted relaxed That couldn’t be right. Maybe he was just really tired.

Soon he could hear Dick’s breathing even out and knew he was asleep.

He thought about how Jay from the Alley, and Baby Jay would never get that big brother. How the Robin Jays barely got close enough to really know Dick as a brother before they died. Even he didn’t really have the rights to call Dick his brother. Not as much as Tim or Damian, or even Duke. Quality over quantity, and by the time Jason truly opened up he died. They all died.

Jason knew there were infinite realities. He knew there were many realities where he lived, but there had to be equally as many where he died. Maybe even more.

Maybe by coming back to life, he caused one of these many Jasons to die. Maybe that’s why they were on this multiversal adventure. The transporter device is trying to find a reality where his soul fits. Maybe it doesn’t fit anywhere anymore.

“Can’t sleep?”

He shrugged. Jason knew Bruce would notice he wasn’t really asleep. He was Bruce, he couldn’t not notice. He was somehow simultaneously the most observant and the most obtuse person he knew.

They sat in the silence that always felt so loud between the two of them. Sometimes, Jason felt like they were the tides and the moon. He knew Bruce was always trying to reach out to him, but in the end, the gravity of Gotham will always be greater than Jason’s.

He heard Bruce shift in his seat, “Do you… do you remember those nights we’d stayed up all night in the library reading poems?”

Jason nodded. Of course he remembers. Most of the poems he’d been telling all the versions of himself had been from those nights.

He also remembered the reason they were up all night. Most of the time it was because they had run into someone he used to work for. He could never sleep after being so starkly reminded of his past. And it was near impossible to build up the guts to get in a bed those nights.

He remembers sitting in the papasan chair in the library feeling like a bird. He remembers Bruce sitting on the far end of the couch, because even then, he knew. Of course he knew.

He remembers them going back and forth reading poems they thought the other would like. He remembers watching Bruce’s eyelid get heavier and heavier with each blink, but he still stayed up with him. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke up, the poetry books they’d been skimming through were left on the coffee table with green flags marking the poems Jason had liked and orange ones marking the ones Bruce did. Though the only ones Jason ended up memorizing were the pink ones, which both of them enjoyed.

“I never told you, but I used to do that with my mother. Not staying up late, but we used to sit in the Library after I had come home from school, and we’d– we did that too.”

Jason didn’t really know what to say to that. ‘ Was anything we did original to us?’ or ‘ I special enough to you to the point where you let me share what you once had with your mother?’.

In the end Jason didn’t say anything, because Bruce continued, “Remember the poem ‘Still I Rise’ , by Maya Angelou?”

He nodded. It used to be his favorite. He remembered finding it the first poetry night he and Bruce spent together. Jason had read it first. And almost every poetry night they had they would come back to that one. They both had it memorized.

“It used to be my mother’s favorite too.”

Jason could never forget the way Bruce read the poem to him. The way he seemed to not just read the poem, but express it.

He always found it interesting that Bruce, a white man, could resonate with that poem. Though now that he thought of it, Bruce always read it like he was recalling a memory. So maybe Martha Wayne, a Jewish woman, helped him understand.

“Though, after the first time you read it out loud to me, I could only think of that poem being yours.” Bruce paused like he was debating saying something, and seemed to ultimately decide against it.

Jason didn’t know what to say. He had too much to say. Too many thoughts and feelings and actions that float around in his mind but never make it past the layers upon layers of thorns he uses to hurt people. The thornes he uses to protect himself.

He wanted to tell Bruce to stop playing with his feelings, but he also wanted Bruce to hold him like he held the boy who was long dead. He wanted Bruce to stop using old memories like a carrot on a string just out of reach. He wanted to tell him of the nights he yearned for Bruce’s voice to lull him to sleep through the pattern of the stanzas. He wants to smack Bruce upside the head and tell him that he’s no longer the boy who died and that he’s still the same person. He wanted to scream that he was here and that he hates the person he’s become. Except he wasn’t sure if he hates Bruce or himself.

He couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. He missed him even though he was two feet away. He hated him because he loved him and that love would never be enough. He just wanted to call him Dad, and not worry about Batman taking that away.

In the end all Jason could say was, “‘s our poem.”

He heard Bruce shift, “Is…is it still our poem?”

Jason nodded, Now more than ever. There were nights, he remembered, during the league, during his early Red Hood days, even now, when the only way he can fall asleep is by reciting poems. Bruce’s voice almost lucid in his head. So when Bruce started speaking he had to remind himself that Bruce was really there. Reciting the poem for him.

“You may write me down in history; With your bitter, twisted lies; You may trod me in the very dirt; But still, like dust, I'll rise; Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells; Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns; With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

“Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard; ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines; Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.

“Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise; That I dance like I've got diamonds; At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame; I rise; Up from a past that’s rooted in pain; I rise; I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear; I rise; Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear; I rise; Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave; I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

“I rise. I rise. I rise.”

Jason didn’t remember falling asleep, but he certainly remembers waking up. Because it felt like his soul was being– he couldn’t even describe it. It just felt like his soul was in trouble, but not his soul. It was like it was being ripped out of Jason’s body–

The Jason of this Universe.

He sat up, and realized he was seeing double. Nope not double, there were two Bruces and two Dicks. And an ten/eleven year old Tim, and Stephanie.

So the stalker probably stumbled across them, and their Jay must’ve gone missing, so they came to them for help. Except their Jay couldn’t be dead because Bruce Dick and Jason were still in this universe.

Tim, tilted his head like a bird, “Is your arm glowing a normal thing for you?”

Jason looked down. His soul marks. Except Jason didn’t feel any evil entity near him . Was… was Jay being hunted by an Untitled?

Dick, the older one, replied “No.” At the same time Bruce replied with, “Yes.”

Jason closed his eyes. He’s never been the best at astral projecting, but hopefully trying to track his own soul would make it easier.

The museum.

He made eye contact with Steph who looked bewildered, and spooked all at the same time. So she was probably their witness,

He stood and headed towards the door, making a motion for everyone to follow, “What’s happenin’, Blonde?”

“They- They took Jason and it’s all my fault.”

Jason snapped his head back because usually Steph was not one to be so open while being self loathing, “Oi, cut the guilt. Knowing myself, Jay probably chose to get taken rather than you. So tell me what’s goin’ on. And I want a story, no self loathing.”

Steph stepped into pace with Jason, and took a deep breath, “I was helping this kid, she needed help, but she wasn’t trusting me enough to help her. So…so I showed her my wings.” She said it like it was a bad thing.

He guessed it could be, showing your soul to a stranger, but people flew around with their wings on full display, as far as Jason could tell, it was fine.

“Hm, I dunno if my Bruce has told you this yet, but we’re from a different Universe. One where only birds and bats have wings. I don’t really know the Socio-political climate here. What’s… why was it wrong to show this kid your wings?”

Tim ran up to Jason’s other side, “Wings are a physical manifestation of your soul. There are certain wing types that are super rare. And because they’re so rare, they’re made to be… a spectacle. People who have mythical creature wings, like, Dick, are you ok with me using your parents as an example?”

Dick, the younger one, gave a wistful smile.

“Mr. Grayson had these huge dragon wings, and- and Mrs. Grayson’s wings were absolutely beautiful! They were Psyche’s wings. Do you guys have the myths of Dragons and Psyche in your world– Nope, I’m getting off topic. The more… I wouldn’t say pure or good, because you can’t really describe a soul with words, but usually your wings mirror your soul, and if you have more mythological wings, the more… magic your soul has. Though, if you’re not careful about who you show your wings to, you’ll probably get trafficked if you have pretty ones. That’s what Jason told me.”

Jason nodded. Then stopped in his tracks as the realization hit like a bus, and spun around, “The receptionist called you,” he pointed at Bruce, “And you,” he pointed to Dick, “the ‘ Guardian Angels of Gotham’ . Does that mean you’re really… ”

They nodded. “I have Powers Wings and Dick has Virtues.”

They were angels . He was literally standing in front of angels .

Jason turned around and continued walking while whispering “In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. ” under his breath. He touched his forehead, his chest, his left and right shoulders and then brought his hands together, “Amen.”

That also meant they didn’t have secret identities, but he was in the presence of angels.

Dick– not the angel one– cleared his throat. “So, you… also have angel wings, Steph?”

She nodded, lip wobbling, “But I didn’t notice there were other people in the alley, and like Tim said Jason said, when you have special wings you get taken and– and before I knew it, Jason was jumping down into the Alley, spreading his wings and telling me to run, and- and he got taken.”

Bruce, the literal angel, face looked conflicted between proud and worried, “He spread his wings? He doesn’t show them to anyone .”

Angel Dick made a pinched face, which meant Dick The Angel knew what wings Jay had. God, he was probably– he probably had songbird wings or something. If he had any other wings, he probably would have a mental breakdown.

They walked through the doors of the museum, as Tim tugged at Jason’s sleeve, “Why are your hands glowing?”

The feeling of his soul being chiseled out chip by chip became almost overbearing. “Kinda… kinda like your wings, but I got swords instead.” He placed his hand to his heart, to keep it from bursting out of his chest, but it wasn’t working. “Timbo… do you also have Angel wings?”

He nodded, “I have Dominion wings. They’re not as cool as Jason’s though.”

Tim was a literal angel too. And… if these traffickers targeted people with special wings, he couldn’t let Tim and Steph wherever those traffickers were. He couldn’t let another Tim watch his brother die “Alright, I have a really important task for you and Steph.” Jason crouched down so he could be face to face with them. “Whenever I use my soul sword, it takes a lot of energy out of me, cus it’s ya know, a sword that comes from my soul. Do you guys have gatorade here? Specifically lime green.” they both nodded, “Do you also have Arizona Iced Tea, Space Rocks– not pop rocks, there’s a difference– Sour gummy worms, but they have to be the Candy Works Brand, and those strawberry hard candies that grandmas always have–”

“The ones with the gooey center?”

“Yes! Those! Along with the butterscotches they usually have on them too. I need you two to find all of those things. Then I need you to mix the drinks and the gummy worms together, but not the Space Rocks or the old lady candy. Then, I need you to put an old lady candy in your mouth and chant ‘Acres of All, give All strength.’ Keep chanting until you’ve dissolved three candies each , ok? It has to be three strawberries, three butterscotches.” They nodded again, “And then, once you’re done with the old lady candies, you have to throw the pop rocks into the gummy worm drink, and say, ‘ soul replenisher’ until all the bubbles from the Space Rocks fizzle out. Make sure to take your time. If you rush it, my soul will become very weak.”

Steph and Tim nodded solemnly, “We won’t let you down, Giant Jason.” and they ran off to go find the ingredients.

Jason stood up and walked deeper into the museum, where his astral projection went, but all it led him to was the center of the museum. He could feel his own soul. He could feel the evil presence nearby. They were close enough to where he could summon the All Blades, but he kept them away. Not yet. There had to be a hidden door somewhere.

He paused in the middle of the room. There were wings with feathers preserved in resin.

Seraphim Wings.

All three sets of wings were open wide, they weren’t curled in to veil the angel like they were supposed to. They were spread open. They looked wrong . Then he saw the plaque.

The wings of Thomas Wayne. The first Seraphim in centuries. Seraphim feathers hold special healing qualities that are even rumored to be able to heal fatal wounds. These feathers lose their healing ability after the Seraphim dies.

Jason felt his blood run cold. This… this was worse than the case that held the suit he died in. This was a dead soul on display– no. This was a trapped soul. Never to be set free. Never to be at rest.

Dick frowned, confusion slowly making way for horror, “But, Tim said that… your wings are your souls.”

Jason grabbed his Bruce by the elbow before he could fall to the ground.

“Bruce–” He wasn’t sure which Dick said it to which Bruce, but Angel Bruce cut him off.

“I had no say in it. I can never forgive Alfred for it, but this Gotham, this world , it isn’t just magic. It’s also cursed and corrupt. It was the only way he could keep me from living a life in a fighting pit or a cage.”

Angel Dick’s eyebrows scrunched up in worry, “ Br –”

“What about…” Bruce peeled his eyes away from the taxidermy of his father, “What about Mom?”

Angel Bruce looked away.

Jason could hear his Bruce’s jaw click shut, “You’re a grown man now, capable of protecting yourself. Why won’t you–”

“Don’t you think I tried ?! They came after Dick! I’m trying my best here! And I know my parents would rather have their grandkids safe than their memories honored. I have to pick and choose my battles. It’s not just about doing the right thing, it’s a war against evil . And my parents not being put to rest is a small loss compared to what’s necessary for my kids, and maybe even grandkids, to live in a safer Gotham.” Angel Bruce was looking at Bruce firmly. Eyes narrowed in that way that left no room for argument.

This Bruce was a Protector's Angel. This Bruce fought true evil. And Jason could feel all the Untitled-Like beings crawling around nearby. There was no hoping for redemption when it came to them. This Bruce killed, but it was nessasary. These evil beings would stop at nothing to get what they want.

Jason shifted and walked over to a patch where the stone floor looked off. He lodged his foot into an odd looking cobblestone, and suddenly the ground under him disappeared.

No stairs. Just free falling. Which was good for people with wings, but Jason didn’t really have those.

He summoned one of his All Blades and stuck it into the wall to stop his fall.

Angel Dick came diving down, before catching sight of Jason hanging and stopped. “Don’t scare me like that!”

Jason almost slipped off his sword, because, holy mother of Christ, Angel Dick had his Angel wings out.

Jason regained his grip, and positioned himself so he was sitting on the blade like a seat.

There was the sound of grapples and suddenly Bruce and Dick were hanging next to him. Followed by Angel Bruce floating next to Angel Dick.

Bruce frowned at him, “Didn’t you say the Blades burned up your soul?”

“Only when I stab truly evil things.” He gestured downwards.

Angel Bruce’s expression darkened, “I’m going to head down, and do some recon, you four, wait for me to come back.” And he dove down.

Dick anchored his foot into his grapple, so he was no longer hanging by his arms, and gave a questioning glance to Jason, “Magical soul swords, huh?”

Jason, instead of answering to Dick’s passive aggressive question, shifted on his makeshift seat and rested his head in his hands. He felt like his intestines were entangling within themselves forming a tapestry that read the words, ‘Something was wrong. ’ Something was really really wrong. And he could feel how close Jay was. It was like if he reached his hand through the wall he would be able to grab his hand. Except, Jason couldn’t do that.

Angel Bruce came back up, “I couldn’t see Jason, but there are cages filled with children lining the perimeter of the substructure. There seems to be bidding going on. ART Dick and Bruce, you two sneak around and open the cages while Dick and I will guide them to safety, there are three more exits to the North, East, and West. We are currently in the South exit. Jason…just, try to find my son.”

Jason nodded. He just didn’t know if it’d be in time. With each second he felt like more and more of his soul was being plucked away until he was left raw and pink.

Bruce gave him a nod before grappling the rest of the way down. Dick squeezed Jason’s ankle and followed Bruce’s lead.

Which left him with the Angels.

Angel Bruce looked at Jason, “Thank you, for making sure Tim and Stephanie were safe. I know you don’t actually need the gatorade-tea-candy potion.”

Jason looked at the knee of his pants. They had rust color stains. Blood. Of different Jasons. That were on him because he was too late to save himself. “I just didn’t want them seeing anything they shouldn’t”

Angel Dick floated closer to Jason and cupped his face, “I don’t know what you’ve been through these past couple days, or months, or maybe even years, but just know that you are the most resilient person I’ve ever known. And that I care about you so much.”

Something about that tightened the knots in his stomach. “I’m not the kid you want to say that to.”

Angel Dick smiled, and shook his head, “It’s something I know holds true throughout each and every Universe. You’re my little brother. And nothing can change that.”

And with that, the Angels dove down.

Jason shook his head. He’s not the Dick he wants to hear those words from. He knows those words will never come out of his brother’s mouth.

Well, he wasn’t getting any more info by astral projection. Time for the good old fashion way.

If Jason Todd in this Universe was a son of Bruce Wayne, known to be the Guardian Angel of Gotham, he was probably being kept somewhere secure. Not with any of the rest of the kids who were being trafficked. He would also be up for a secret bid. One that only people with jets filled with money and power could participate in.

He scaled down the wall and lowered himself to the ground in a relatively bold way. Bold enough to catch eyes, but with enough menace to avoid weapons. Just like old times.

He scanned the crowd. A crowd reeking of Untitled energy– it wasn’t everyone, but a solid amount.

Though there was one who stood out the most.

Jason kept his hands in his pockets as he strode forwards. Hands in his pockets meant he had something to hide. Striding forwards with his chin slightly down, but his eyes fixed on one person, meant he had prey.

He loomed over the man. Close enough for him to feel Jason’s presence, but not to the point where they were touching. He spoke low, “Rumor has it you have some of the best Wings Gotham has to offer. Most of what I’m seeing here, I could find in Metropolis or New York.”

The monster of a man didn’t flinch, but he did shift and turn his head to Jason. Good. “What typa wings ya got?”

Jason smirked, in a way that didn’t reach his eyes and tilted his head while he stared through the man, “What makes you think I have any?”

“Whadarya, a cop? Everyone has wings, and I swear if–”

“What if, I told you mine were ripped away slowly. Feather by feather. Skin from bone. Bone from my very being until I was left nothing but a husk of who I used to be. Go ahead. Try to kill me. Though, believe me, you’ve never fought a man who’s already dead.”

The man’s eyebrows deepened, “Stay for the real show. It starts in thirty minutes, after all the wannabes leave.”

Jason slipped back into the shadows without a word. He tracked Bruce and Dick opening cages, and the Angels fly into and out of the shadows. It was a slow process to make sure no one noticed, though they were making good progress. To the point where there were only three cages they hadn’t gotten to by the time the 30 minutes were up.

There was the sound of gunshots as the man he was talking to earlier held a gun to the air and stalked to the center of the room, withering vulture wings visible. “Scram! Or the ceiling won’t be the only thing with bulletholes in it.” Just to prove his point, vulture wings grabbed the nearest person and shot them in the head.

There was the sound of wings rustling the air as the uninvited guests left. Followed by a couple more gunshots.

Vulture Wings turned back to the remaining crowd, “Well well well, my friends, you’ve just made it to the afterparty, and should I tell you, you’re in for a real treat tonight.” the room erupted into cheers, but died down as soon as Vulture Wings put his hand up. “Now, Now. Before I show you the Good I’ve got stalked up, I’ll be giving you a disclaimer. This one, is not for sale.” a rumble of Boos chimed throughout the basement, “Hold on! Hold on! You’ll all get something out of this. Donny! Bring out the feathers! And Tony! You know your que.” Donny brought four bags to Vulture Man, “Now, we all know our dear Guardian Angels of Gotham. Of Bruce Wayne and his Protectors Wings. And of Dick Grayson and his Virtues Wings. Though, there’s another Guardian Angel. One who’s wings we’ve never seen. There are certain people who theorize that the little one is just a late bloomer, or that he’s not an Angel so to stick with branding he keeps his wings hidden.” Vulture Wings let out a laugh and unzipped one of the duffles, pulling out a singular, pristine white feather. One that seemed to have an ethereal glow to it. “Boy were they wrong.”

There was the screeching of old hinges being unlocked above them. Something– someone was being lowered from the loft.

A Seraphim.

Angel Jason.

He was hanging by his arms, and his legs were bare. All broken and bruised. His wings were next to bare. Most of The feathers had been plucked off, leaving a spare few that were stained red with blood. Two sets of the broken bare wings were curled in to shield his body and face. The last set were hanging at a painfully unnatural angle.

“No. No! ” He couldn’t pin down the emotion in Angel Dick’s cry. Rage? Fear? Grief? Vengance ?

Doesn’t matter, because either way, all hell broke loose.

All the Tainted Wings started lunging for the duffle bags filled with feathers, taking down anyone who got in their way.

Angel Bruce was busy trying to make sure the duffles didn’t end up in the wrong hands, while Angel Dick was trying to make it to Angel Jason, but kept getting pulled back anyone with Tainted wings who were also trying to get to the Seraphim.

Jason had to get to him. He-he promised Angel Bruce, He he couldn’t let an Angel die.

Jason summoned his All-Blades, and began slashing and stabbing, with only one thing in mind.

How could they have seen something so holy and defiled it?

He could feel his soul burn up with every Tainted Wing he banished, like a fire that was slowly simmering out, but he couldn’t make himself care. If he had to lose his soul in order to save an Angel , someone who’s soul was probably worth trillions of his, he would do it. He would do it in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, Angel Jason jerked down.

The rope he was hanging from was fraying.

Jason’s eyes snapped to Dick, who already had his grapple out and was flinging himself towards the Angel. But he was bodyslammed off of his trajectory. Angel Dick was surrounded by Tainted Wings, desparately trying to shake them loose so he could save his brother. And both Bruces were occupied too.

And Jason… Jason wouldn’t make it to him in time.

He watched as the rope snapped. He watched as the Seraphim fell, seemingly in slow motion. He heard a shout come from Dick, though he wasn’t sure which one.

He was sure everything had frozen when Jay made contact with the ground.

An Angel had fallen.

Something had slammed into Jason’s head hard, and for a second, he didn’t see the broken wings of an angel. He saw the tattered yellow cape of a Robin. He saw a face that was tinged blue with Hypothermia. A mouth filling with blood from a punctured rib. A neck bleeding out. A Lamb to the slaughter curling in on himself. A doll.

Jason thrusted his Blade into a stomach, as he got back onto his shaky legs.

A fallen Angel.

Angel Dick rushed to the Seraphim. Mercilessly taking out anyone who was in his way. Jason took out anyone who got too close to the pair.

Angel Dick cradled Angel Jason in his arms. “Jason… Jason, can you, can you stay awake for me? Please?” Jason knew he was gone, deep in his being, but Angel Dick continued, “Please, Jason. You can… just rant to me about that one story? Like you always do. The one… what was his name, Icarus? It was Icarus right? And spring? It was spring when he fell. It’s not spring right now. And you don’t have– why would anyone have wings made of wax, that’s just stupid. And whoever wrote that story was dumb, because obviously the higher up you go, the colder it gets, so the wax wouldn’t melt, it would’ve frozen and gotten hard. Jason.” Dick shook him and one of his wings stopped veiling his face, “Jason. It’s not spring. You don’t have wings of wax, your–your wings are mine, and- and my wings are yours. You’re my wings. And you can’t– Jason! You asshole, wake up!” Dick smacked his face but it didn’t do anything, “You promised. You promised we could fly together after– after you told Bruce. You promised we’d fly together, and I promised I would teach you. If you can’t fly then I can’t. I can’t. If you’re not next to me, I’m not going to fly. I can’t fly. Don’t you understand? You’re my wings. I can’t fly without my wings.”

Jason realized no one was attacking them anymore. Which was a good thing because he was pretty sure if he stabbed one more Tainted Wing, his soul would completely disappear.

He felt his knees go limp and his head spin.

Dick Grayson, the last Flying Grayson, a man who’s feet were probably in the air more often than they were on the ground– something that had to be true across the multiverse, because if it wasn’t that wasn’t Dick Grayson– couldn’t fly because his brother couldn’t. Because it wasn’t Dick’s wing’s that were his soul, it was his family. His family was his soul. His family was his wings. And he couldn’t fly without his wings.

A pair of hands grabbed his face and it took him a moment to piece together that they belonged to Dick. His brother. He immediately rested his forehead into the crook of his kneck, trust be damned. Or whatever complicated feelings that ranged between them, be damned.

Everthing turned white around them, and he was pretty sure he had passed out, until a voice spoke.

A very familiar voice.

“You have mastered the All-Blades?”

Jason could feel the very blades in question retract back into his soul as he turned his head so he could confirm who he was speaking with, with his eyes, “Oh. Hi Talia. Yes.”

And then he passed out.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #stephanie brown #wings au #robin jason todd #alternate universe #dimensional travel

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cerastes · 2 years

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Man, Invitation To Wine is, much like certain parts of Who Is Real?, very Wuxia, but way WAY more Wuxia.

Ok, first of all, I need to explain a little something: Wuxia and telenovelas are literally the same thing, except latinos like love triangles and figuring out who the baby’s true father is more than sick kung fu, which, as a latino myself, I’ll take the L for, I think China’s on the right here, hence why I watched Wuxia practically every day when I was a teen. But essentially, if you put aside that specific difference, Wuxia and telenovelas are the same damn thing: “We have underlying drama, everyone’s connected, and there’s twist after twist”.

And Invitation To Wine is quite damn literally that and I love it. The synopsis to it has you thinking “oh boy, Ling is gonna do some crazy shit...!” but then the event is Mr. Lee coming across like three different Wuxia movies, concluding in him being dragged in the middle of a deathmatch involving a retired swordsman and a pole-fighter consumed by revenge, Mr. Nothing (a Wuxia protag from another story altogether) practically getting in a fistfight with an earth-bending cop, and Miss Du trying to make her dad (the retired swordsman) fail at a job, but only a little, ALL the while the lord of the area, a taciturn man and good friend of Mr. Lee, courts another high-ranking court member in the most ancient of manners as they flirt with all the enthusiasm of teen with a Red Bull addiction yet all the initiative of a bear hibernating, so they sit there, smoldering in the most polite sexual tension possible, ALL THE WHILE Miss Ning, the high-ranking official, realizes something is up so she hires an Australian bounty hunter to steal from him to help him, which is as Wuxia as it fucking gets (sans the Australian bit, they hire Korean mercs instead). It gets SO WUXIA at one point that Dusk steps in and just puts them in timeout for like five days (painting time) because she’s more of a telenovela person I guess.

Mr. Lee was supposed to deliver one damn cup and instead ends up in the middle of a Venn Diagram of three different Wuxias, and the moment he gets SOME breathing space thanks to Dusk’s Spell Of Stop Fucking Fighting, the damn cup turns out to be cursed and takes over his body, but ONLY in the dream realm, and then they play Go (known as Weiqi in China), and Lee fucking sucks at it, and loses so bad he wins, so the evil god in the cup loses, and when he comes back to the realm of the living, the Wuxia (triple) sort of resolved itself, but THEN the super evil dragon god awakens, but not really, so they beat it, but not really, and then Ling is like “hey what’s up man” and Nian is like “hey man we gotta do something about that” and Ling is like “really?” and Nian is like “yeah” and Ling is like “fuck, man, you make a great point, let’s do this shit” and THEN some old dude shows up and he’s the Oldest and Dudest so the sisters actually listen to him, and what does he have to say? “Nian, I need a civil engineer so work I’m gonna commission you” and she’s like “shit alright man” oh btw he casually mentions there’s some dude that’s 738 years old fighting superdemons in the north of Yan? But that’s irrelevant, anyways, Nian is a civil engineer now.

So in the end, Mr. Lee, like Luigi, wins by doing nothing (the action, not the dude). He didn’t even fight once. He’s one of the damn 6 stars in the banners! We know he’s got hands! And he was involved in three Wuxias and one god-possession at the same time and didn’t even show off a single move! What a legend.

What I’m trying to say is that Invitation To Wine is the golden standard of writing.

#arknights #lee #ling #nian #dusk #I fucking love this game man

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Please, write more stories about Joe !!

Joe Velasco: First Meeting

There is now a companion piece to this- Detective Work

You had been working in the Manhattan forensic lab for a little over a month and it had been nothing but chaos since you started. You had barely given your supervisor your name when a badge had been handed to you had been swept into the fold. There was a scandal about a group of people who had been stealing narcotics and skewing evidence for narcotic-based crimes and some homicides. It caused a full investigation into the entire facility and a lot of people were forced on leave. You had been pulled into the whirlwind. Over time your first week and more that kept coming. The lack of people and the forcible rechecking of samples for a wide variety of narcotics and homicide cases had left everyone more than a little on edge.

You blamed that for losing your temper at an SVU detective, who in hindsight was probably just trying to do his job. He had walked in as you were trying to slip away to the vending machine to get something to snack on. He caught you hangry and irritable to ask about forensics for a rape case. You had looked it up and had politely informed him that the labs were backed up. He would have to wait. He pushed advocating for the victim and requested a rush on the samples. Any other day it probably would have been endearing. The man was confident, passionate, and exactly your type with his Latino features and leather jacket.

While talking to him your work phone kept buzzing, making it hard for you to concentrate and it needled your frustration. When he made a comment about rape cases being important even if the women didn’t come from the rich side, indirectly implying that you did not agree with that statement you lost your temper. His passion for the case collided with your overwhelmed frustration. You realized somewhere between telling him that your hands were tied and that unless he was planning on running labs, he should focus on his own job and do some detective work instead of micromanaging yours, you realized that perhaps you had misplaced your frustration.

The was a moment where time seemed to stand still as you both stood silently processing the events. You closed your eyes sighing before opening your mouth to start an apology when the door to the labs swung open. You then found out why your phone had been obsessively vibrating, a warning about your supervisor heading your way. Your supervisor glared at you before cooly asking you if you knew the meaning of all hands on deck was- all these case convictions were trying to be overturned. The supervisor swung his arm gesturing for you to return to the lab. You sighed, pushing your wallet back into your pocket before heading to the door.

You saw the same guy walking back up to the front desk a couple hours later. You had come out when you heard the ding of someone entering. The leather jacket man was back, and he was holding...a frozen Boba tea? You paused because he seemed like the type that liked coffee, probably black. Not to mention, it was from the place you always went logo proudly stamped on the side. The lid was still sealed, a thick obnoxiously bright yellow straw between the fingers of the same hand. He held the cup up and his other hand in a gesture of surrender. “I come in peace.” He sent the drink down on the counter before sliding it towards you. “With an olive branch.”

“That’s,” You pause eyeing him and then the cup, “That’s my drink. How...?”

“Right, well I saw the boba charm clipped to your wallet. Two places sell boba in a five-block radius. This place had better reviews, so I went there first. Described you to the lady at the counter, knew you were who I was talking about immediately, said you were a regular and this was your go-to.” Guilt gnawed even harder at your insides as you bit your lip.”

“Why? I was awful to you.”

“We were both pretty fired up. Anger can be misplaced in stressful times. After talking to your supervisor," He whistled shaking his head in distaste. "I can imagine yours has been for a while now. Besides someone told me it might be beneficial if I do some detective work while I was waiting.” He gives you a charming smile stuffing his hands into his pocket. You close your eyes grimacing at your words being tossed back at you.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He held that straw out and you took it from fiddling with it in your hands. “I actually have something for you too.” You start clicking on the computer, “After our... talk I ran the evidence for your rape case.” You looked back into his eyes trying to get the seriousness across but getting transfixed into how green they really were. “You can’t tell anyone that I skipped the line on this. I did it on my lunch break but with all the extra scrutiny, they are just fishing for problems right now.”

“I understand. I won’t.” You feel something simple lock into place with his affirmation. Not friendship, not yet, but understanding. A thread of trust that could be built upon or snapped.

“I’m still waiting for the DNA and touch evidence to finish going through all the databases, but it should be back soon. And I just want to let you know. I believe this girl matters, they all do.” He says thank you, but you could see it shine more through his eyes. “I can send the results directly to your email as soon as they process. I just need your last name.” He tells you and your eyebrows furrowed as you started to look him up. He takes the hint and starts spelling it out for you. “There you are. Okay, all set. If you need anything else done that is time-sensitive message me. I’ll try my best to get it in for you.”

“I appreciate it. Thank you.” You smile for the first real time in days unwrapping your straw wrapper.

“You’re just lucky I have a thing for boba tea, passionate men, and leather jackets. Not necessarily in that order.” You slam the straw through the airtight lid and suck humming in delight as the balls burst flavors into your mouth. “Thanks again, Jose.” You say lifting the drink as you press the badge to unlock the door back to the labs. He stands there for a minute still looking slightly stunned with a half-smile pulling at his lips.

Okay so here is the second one for Joe! I'm one of the rare ones who doesn't like coffee so this might be purely self-indulgent, but I had fun writing it. Let me know if you guys want to see anything in particular. I'm thinking about doing an NSFW Alphabet for Joe or maybe another of my favorite SVU men.

#joe velasco #Jose velasco #jose velasco x you #joe velasco x reader #jose velasco x reader #Jose velasco x you #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu

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herwritingartcowboy · 8 months

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Ok BSD ango with a Latina reader

She would help him not overwork himself.

Like maybe how you meet and love at first sight

Soulmate au

Fluff plz

A/n: This is my first time writing a Latina Reader so please no hate. And here people will know each other's soulmates through a red string.

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): Ango Sakaguchi

Warning(s): Fluff-Smut, Breeding, Size kink

Readers Gender: Latina Reader

You were new to this apartment and this place in general and that's why you were walking so fast

Classically you bumped into each other as while you were going to get a coffee and he was off to work

You took notice of him right away as you thought he was really cute, he helped you up and both of you apologized and awkwardly walked away

Since then you both would cross each other and it got to the point where you started to greet each other only for it to turn into full conversations

You have heard the stories of the red and how it will appear once you're near your soulmate and for awhile you have felt your pinky finger hurt, first thing you probably pulled on it till the next morning when you both started talking you can see a red string form only to lead to who you have learned to be Ango Sakaguchi

You guys would start to go on early coffee dates and at night catch up at the park

You both took small steps into your relationship but soon you both moved into together

Now you don't know much about what or where he works but you know it causes him to be up late and it would hurt you to not see your man take care of himself so at night once it hits 10:30 you would go over and drag him into bed, it did start fights but he soon learned you did this because you truly did love you, and in the morning you had made him a traditional latino dish (which he loved by the way) seeing you do this for him really made him believe that the red string was right and that you are his soul mate

This man wants to learn about your culture and where you come from and even wanting to learn the language for you as he loved the way you talked to him

You were happy to teach someone about your culture and it did take awhile but one day as you got home from work Ango had made some dinner but what caught off guard was what he called you, "Cariño" "Tesoro?"

You two did end up getting married after seven years of dating which he proposed to you the same date and time and place you both bumped into each other

The wedding was beautiful but small but it had a lot of food, drinks, music was playing, relatives were there, and the wedding went late into the night which left the both of you tired

I don't know if you are to have but I think if you do the max will probably be three, two boys one girl

Your relationship will have ups and downs, having both of you live on the line, learning about his work, and many more but I'm certain you two will push through it

Smut From Here

Now you do talk dirty to him in spanish without him knowing so imagine the blush he gets on his face when he realizes what you have been telling him

I feel like you are the reason why kinks made its way into the bedroom as you both would discuss um and would do those the same night

Breeding Kink,he likes to have you in the missionary position as in this way he can see your face when you cum but on this certain night as you clawed at his back you begged him to cum deep inside you to the point where you will be pregnant with twins, let's just say he didn't pull out that night

Size kink, you were kind of surprised seeing his size on the first night you both did it as that same night it took you awhile to adjust to his size which he did take pride in and to this day you have to take a minute to adjust

Bonus, he is fucking while he is busy doing paperwork like you can cum and sit on his lap but you would need help walking afterwards

#bungou stray dogs x reader #ango sakaguchi x reader #ango x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #latina reader #ango x fem reader #fem reader #ango sakaguchi #ango sakaguchi x fem reader

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Dragons eat Seahorses series: Outburst of chaos - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1: Battlefield between the sheets

Guys, sorry for late-posting this, I've wanted to do it earlier, but Tumblr messed up visibility of my posts in tags for a few days so... yeah. But here it is, hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, slight angst, hate-sex, name-calling, heavy knife kink, mentions of breeding kink.

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 6,4k

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of ep 9 HOTD events

SUMMARY: King Viserys I, The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, has died. A war was brewing, the division of House of the Dragons was inevitable now and you have found yourself in the middle of this mayhem. You were imprisoned in your chambers, as well as your mothers, while The Greens were plotting to seat the unrighteous heir on the throne. An unexpected savior comes to your rescue but later he demands quaint favor from you. To make matters worse, the doom of inescapable punishment for your recent vices was hunting you like a shadow.

Playlist: Track 1, track 2, track 3 (idk why I thought latino vibe might fit, but here it is :p)

The sound of restless bustling outside doors has woke you up violently. You opened your eyes unwillingly and with a languorous yawn you turned yourself to the other side of bed, only to find empty space and messed up blankets. Aemond was gone. You huffed as you noticed a small note on the bedside table. You took it doubtfully, as your eyes followed written words. It was his writing, you were sure, those diligent lines were hard to adulterate.

„My Father, The King is dead. My mother has sent me to find Aegon as she plans to make this unworthy drunkard his successor. Please stay in your chambers, for your own good. I’ll be back before sunset. Yours, A.T.”

The King is dead. Those words has sunk into your veins, freezing the blood running through them. A moment of cold realization has hit you as the piece of paper fell to the floor. The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the last warranty of peace and possible chance to appease any conflict, has succumb to illness. The dissent of the House of the Dragon was now inevitable, the coronation of Aegon will surely start a war. A war that will leave nothing in this realm, besides bones and ashes.

You tried to gain back your composure and decided to quickly change your clothes by yourself, as you have not seen any maid to help, much to your surprise. The outside clamor kept going, you even heard some muffled cries and screams of female voices, you guessed that those belonged to missing maids and that was the reason of their absence.

You put your dragon-riding gear on, wearing a gown somehow seemed to be out of place in the face of current events. You braided your hair quickly and you wrapped it around the top of your head. You rushed to the door and you were unpleasantly surprised as you couldn’t open it. You tried to pull the handle several times but like out of spite, it remained unmoved.

You growled with disappointment and slammed the door with your bare fist a few times.

- Hellooo?! – you screamed fiercely, hoping that someone will answer your desperate call.

- Lady Elaena...? – you heard familiar voice and sound of footsteps coming. The voice you wanted to hear least.

- Ser Crispy Cole... You locked me up in here like if I was some kind of a mongrel? – you hissed so threateningly, that you could feel the man behind the door trembling.

- Apologies, my Lady. It was the Queen’s order – said ser Criston with a remorse in his voice, trying to cool you down. As if he even could.

- Listen to me, you pathetic queen asswipe. You better open this door or I will crush your pitiful skull on it! – the words oozed from your mouth like a venom. Deep down inside, you knew that insulting a kings guard wasn’t the most reasonable thing to do. But you hated this doleful makeshift of a man too much to even care. You hated his toadyism towards the Queen. You hated that he hated Rhaenyra, acting like a pathetic, bitter ex. It made you despise him even more.

- It’s for your safety, my Lady. Believe me – he said patiently and you heard him walking away.

You punched the door angrily and subsided upon it. You lasted in your misery for a little while.

- My Lady...? Are you alright...? – all of sudden you heard your sworn shield’s voice. You breathed a sigh of relief.

- Ser Ryon... Thank Gods. Yes, I’m fine. Tell me, what the hell is going on? Why all this fuss?

- The Queen has ordered service to be locked up in dungeons. She called The Green Councill and she doesn’t want any bystanders.

- The King has barely given up his ghost and that bitch is already plotting – you replied with disbelief.

- So you know, my Lady...? – the knight seemed to be surprised.

- Yes, I do. My mother, where is she?

- She is imprisoned in her chambers as well as you, My Lady. Queen’s order. I’m sorry, there wasn’t much I could do – he added with sincere apology.

- I swear the Gods, I will beat the shit out of this worm Cole at the nearest opportunity – you muttered under your breath. You knew you had to reach to your mother and help her escape The Keep.

You looked around the whole room in search for some kind of denouement. Your eyes stopped at the window and curtains tied with a long rope. An idea has sprouted in your head.

- Ser Ryon, I need you to do me a favor. Stay here and make sure no one will pass through that door – you said as you approached the window and started pulling off curtains.

- My Lady...? – knight seemed confused.

- Trust me, ser Ryon, as I trust you with my whole life. I will be perfectly fine – you added assuringly and started to make line out of curtains and rope, tying knots tightly.

Apparently ser Ryon has obliged to your order as he remained silent from now on.

You tied up the line you’ve made around the wall pipe and tossed it through the window. You looked down as you examined the height. Your chamber was located on the second floor, so it was rather safe to just slide down the line.

Before you left, you made sure to have at least one dagger by your side. You also grabbed your valyrian steel sword, Dragon’s bane – another gift from your father and stepped on the windowsill. You jerked the line couple times to make sure it was well secured. You turned around, facing the window, and started to slid down the wall slowly. But you weren’t aware of the extra pair of eyes watching you for the whole time.

When you were low enough to jump off, you released the rope and expected to hit the ground. But it wasn’t the ground who caught you. You found yourself in strong arms of a man instead.

- Aemond?! – you gasped as you faced your hooded ‘savior’, your eyes were open wide as if you just saw a ghost. He seemed to be as surprised as you.

- What the hell are you doing here?! – you snapped, he was still holding you tightly.

- I should ask the same question – his lips curved in a mischievous smirk.

- Youuu… - you hissed as you turned your head to the side to see ser Criston Cole standing next to Aemond, wearing a weird, mix of a monk and squire, costume. You broke free from the Prince embrace only to hit with all of you strength the unsuspecting face of a knight. He staggered slightly to the side as your fist landed on his cheek with a loud crunch. If it weren't for Aemond, you would have crushed his skull with your bare hands without any inhibition. Young Prince caught your arms and pulled them to your back, pushing you aside of ser Criston, as you tried to break out angrily.

- How dare you locking me up in my own chambers like some unbridled animal, you haggard imitation of a guard?! – you shouted madly as you still tried to break free from Aemond’s grip.

- You were right, my Prince. She is reinless, indeed – ser Criston still rubbed his cheek, now reddened because of your fist strike.

- Let it go, my Dragoness. Enough of this – Aemond was seemingly tired of your incessant resistance. Finally you gave up with an angry snort and turned around to look straight into the only eye of your betrothed.

- Have I not written for you to stay in your chambers for your own sake? – he asked with a poker-face, but his eye was filled with concern.

- For my own sake?! Are you mad? The King, your Father, is dead! And you expect me to sit there politely and do nothing?! – you looked at him in disbelief. He knew you perfectly well, he couldn’t require you to be idle as you were always the first to act.

- And what did you want to do, my love? – he grabbed you by your arms and looked at you, fondly almost.

- I need to see my mother and get her out of King’s Landing – the determination in your voice must have somehow impressed him, because now he was genuinely interested in your next doings.

- And how will you do that? The city is swarming with guards, every entrance to The Red Keep is guarded as well. How are you going to sneak through?

- Well, I thought that maybe… you would help me with that, you know many secret passages to the castle… - you proposed and hoped that he will be willing to help you. You were even ready to pay him back, in a way he would be very pleased of.

- You’re right. I do know many of them – he replied with a victorious grin.

- My Prince, I don’t think this is a good idea… - ser Criston interfered and got immediately struck with your killer gaze.

- One more word from you and he’s not going to be the only One-Eyed here – you snarled towards the knight and pointed your finger at Aemond. You heard a resentful ‘Ouch!’ from the Prince and you looked at him apologetically.

- She’s right, Cole. It is not safe for such Lady to wander these streets alone. We shall escort her to the one of the passages and then we’re going straight to find the drunkard brother of mine - Aemond ordered sturdily and ser Criston only rolled his eyes.

- Oh, you are looking for Aegon? I suggest you should start looking at the Silk Street – you pointed out with a bit of mockery in your voice. Both Aemond and Cole looked at you with resignation.

- Gods, my brother isn’t even trying to hide his depravities… - The Prince huffed with contempt – Here, you should wear this – he put hood on your head – We’re alike now – he grinned proudly.

He took your hand firmly and all three of you sanked into the city streets.

Aemond’s knowledge of the city, its every corner, every alley and every crossing has quite impressed you. He moved with the agility of a panther as he guided you through next aisles. Luckily, all of you managed to stay out of sight of suspicious guards of the City Watch as they were occupying each street corner. After some time of wandering, hiding behind your cloaks and hoods, you finally have reached your destination. Aemond approached the breach in the stone wall at the foot of The Keep and moved one of loose bricks to the side. After a moment a hidden door has opened and a dark, secret tunnel appeared to your eyes. Prince took one of torches from the entrance and illuminated the surrounding darkness, apparently to make sure whether it was still safe to pass through. A short and complacent ‘Hmm’ escaped his lips, clearly it meant his approval.

- This passage will guide you to the floor where your mother’s chamber is. All you need to do is go straight forward and turn right at the last bifurcation. Stairs at the end will lead you to the destination – he instructed you carefully, handling you the torch. You nodded understandingly.

- You are always this helpful or just fair-weather? – you smiled at him provokingly.

- Only when it comes to save the lady in distress – he replied cheekily, a spark lit his only remained eye – Go now, little dove. And be careful, there are still guards inside the castle, better not incite them – he kissed you gently on the forehead and looked verifyingly into your eyes afterwards, to make sure you understood his remark.

- Don’t worry about me, my Prince. You better go, find your spoiled brother, before he drinks himself to death in one of those shabby taverns – you couldn’t resist yourself to tease him, even if only a little.

He nodded at you for farewell and turned around, only to disappear with Criston Cole in the turmoil of the city.

You sighed with waiver and stepped behind the threshold of the tunnel, only the flame of the torch lit your path. You followed the stone corridor and after some time you reached the crossing – you turned right remembering the instruction given you by Aemond. You passed the stairs going upwards and the huge, brass door emerged in front of you. You barely managed to open them, pushing the metal handle all the way forward, using all the strength you had. Finally the door has opened with a loud creak, revealing quite well-lit corridor, for a nice change. Before you stepped in you looked cautiously around both ways – there was only one guard protecting the entrance of your mother’s chamber. I have to get rid of him somehow, you thought trying to figure out the right distraction. You decided to go rogue and trust your own gumption.

You emerged from behind the corner and the guard immediately spotted you, his face was clearly shocked to see you there.

- Lady Elaena…?! What are you doing in here? You should be in your chambers…! – he stepped forward warningly, stopping you with his hand.

- Well, I needed to use the restroom and I’ve obviously lost my way… - you tried to pretend a sweet idiot and you were doing pretty well, but the guard felt the urge to raise the alarm anyway.

- Stay right where you are. I’ll order ser Ryon to escort you back to your chamber – he wanted to grab you by your arm, but you were faster. You turned yourself behind his back swiftly and grasped his head, your forearm were locked around his neck tightly.

- You will go nowhere – you hissed and twisted his neck, maybe a little bit too much, because you heard a bone crack and a moment later the guard fell to the floor, lifeless.

- Well, shit – you muttered, watching his face getting more and more white. But you didn’t have much time to contemplate over your maleficence as you pushed forward the door to the chamber.

- Elaena…? – your mother looked at you shocked, a sight of lying guard’s body over the threshold must have added to the effect, because her mouth gaped in a stupor.

- Mother, I had to see you. Are you alright? They didn't do anything to you, did they? – you grabbed her by forearms, looking attentively for any sign of mistreatment.

- If they had only dared, they would have regretted it bitterly. And you didn’t have to kill the guard to get in here, daughter – you rolled your eyes at her punitive words.

- The Queen was here, wasn’t she? To ask for your support for Aegon’s ascending? – you asked knowingly.

- Yes, she came here. But I didn’t gave her my answer, yet.

- Mother… - you were shocked by the lack of decisiveness of your own mother, the very same woman who have always been sure of her will.

- She knows my answer well. They all do – Rhaenys grabbed your chin to give you assuring look. You sighed with relief. The Queen Who Never Was, but should have always been.

- Mother, you need to get out of here, you can’t stay in King’s Landing. I’ll command ser Erryk to escort you out of The Keep at the dawn, he will guide you to the ship in the Blackwater Bay. You’ll sail away to the Dragonstone, to warn Rhaenyra and Daemon – you revealed the plan you’ve managed to come up with while wandering through dark corridors. And you knew ser Erryk was one of the very few who can be trusted right now.

- And what about Meleys? I can’t leave her here - your mother's voice was suddenly filled with sadness. She was as attached to her she-dragon, The Red Queen, as you were to yours.

- The coronation will take place in the Dragonpit, Aemond told me. I will get Meleys and Carantes out of here, I promise. I’ll join you on the Dragonstone – it was now you who was ensuring your mother as you squeezed her hands firmly.

- And you think Aemond will let you go without any opposition? Now, when you have just returned to him and your affection seems to flourish? – she looked at you with incredulity.

- He will have to. He must – you whispered, a sudden pain filled your soul, the thought of abandoning the love of your life again was truly tearing you apart. But it was that kind of pain you had to swallow, even if it hurt with every single sip.

- You love him, my child – Rhaenys embraced you with her maternal warmth, understanding the importance of the choice you had to make.

- My feelings don’t count right now. There are far more important things to face at the moment – you said with a dash of a soldier, succumbing yourself to the loving hug of your mother.

- You really are my daughter – Rhaenys smiled with an unhidden pride, letting you go – You should go now, guards will soon start looking for the reason of their dead companion – she rushed you towards the door.

- Remember mother, ser Erryk will get you at sunrise – you said as you slowly disappeared behind the door. Your mother only nodded with understanding.

Somehow you managed to sneak back to your chamber unnoticed. Ser Ryon seemed to be visibly relieved when he saw you, all safe and sound.

You decided to take a bath as you wished even for a single moment of rest. You filled the tub with boiling hot water, adding some fragrance oils. You kicked off your clothes and dived into the steaming water. It was still a bit too cold for your taste, in the end a fire cannot kill the dragon, you guessed. You were lying there for several hours until water became unpleasantly cold. You peeked through the window. The sun was low on the horizon and there was still no sign of Aemond’s presence. You assumed that the searching of his brother must have devoured him completely.

You stepped out of bathtub, reaching for the towel and started to wipe the wetness from your body. You even applied some of precious lotion from Ashai as you couldn’t resist it’s tempting scent of jasmine. You put on the dress, black one with deep boat neck, long sleeves and with rich, velvety dragon & seahorse embroidery. You clipped some strands of your hair to the back, leaving the rest loose. You wanted to look representative in case Your Prince would’ve decided to join you.

Suddenly the door to your chamber opened and none other than Aemond came in, casting you an exploratory look. He evidently appreciated the fact that you have attired yourself for him only, as he smirked in a delightful way.

- There you are. It seems that you have already tuned yourself up for the evening – his eyes were piercing through you obstinately and you could tell that he was already undressing you in his mind.

- Have you found Aegon? – you asked as he poured the wine into two goblets.

- I have, unfortunately. If only he had boarded a ship and crossed The Narrow Sea, you would’ve become the queen – he handled you one glass and smiled apparently pleased with himself, his gaze never left your body, as he was now examining your statuesque figure wrapped with black velvet only to highlight your every curve.

- And have you found your mother? – he took a solid sip of wine, still staring at you, making you blush involuntarily.

- Yes, I have. I’ve arranged her departure from the city – you also took a swig, wanting to cover your reddening.

- Good. She’s welcome to leave at any moment, as long as she leaves you behind – he finally glanced away from you, reaching his hand to back pocket of his coat.

- I have a gift for you - a black velvet box appeared before your eyes.

- Gift? - you were so startled that you had to put your glass down, not wanting to spill the alcohol.

- Open it – he passed over the box to you, smirking cunningly.

You opened it and the first thing you noticed was the blood-red fabric that filled the inside. Then your eyes caught a sight of quite impressive necklace made of white gold, a massive tear-shaped sapphire was embedded in its heart. You said nothing, as you were dazed by the artistry of gold chains linked with carved bindings.

- Helaena helped me with picking – Aemond finally said, wanting to break the awkward silence.

Ah yes. Helaena, his sweet, older sister. Only she could have such sophisticated taste. And she was the only person of this whole family who you truly sympathized with.

Aemond took the necklace out of the box and looked at you inquiringly. You turned your back to him, shoveling your hair away. After a moment you felt a cold touch of metal against your cleavage and Aemond’s gentle fingers grazing the soft skin on your neck, causing you to shiver. He clipped the jewelry and his hands slid down your arms, his warm breath enveloped your nape. You turned yourself back around and now he was admiring little piece of art on your neckline.

- It definitely looks better on you. Now we both have something in common – he smiled at you meaningly.

Suddenly something dazzled you. His eyepatch. For some time you have been tempted to discover what is underneath it. And now it was within arm's reach.

You slowly gripped the leather strap with your hand. He didn’t stop you but you could see how much he have stiffened, his only eye glanced down to the ground. Finally you removed the eyepatch, revealing the deepened scar first. Then you looked further. The sapphire. The rumors did not lie. It was now gleaming, reflecting the candlelight and you could literally saw little flames dancing in its flexure. It was truly beautiful, out of this world. The blue of the stone only highlighted the color of the healthy iris, making it more overwhelming.

- Are you scared? – he was afraid of your lack of reaction – I wear the eyepatch so ladies at the court wouldn’t be frightened…

- It’s beautiful, Aemond – you sighed as you grabbed his cheek, gently tracing the pink scar with your thumb. You could see him gradually relaxing. A surge of relief overwhelmed him, a realization of your acceptance washed over him like a wave. Acceptance of his flaws, his deficiencies, his weaknesses.

All of sudden he pulled you by necklace gustily and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was so hectic that you couldn’t help but moan, while he was engorging you with his tongue. He pinned you with his whole body to the dresser behind you, you almost stumbled from the force of his pressure. His hand embraced your thin waist, while the other wandered to your breast, kneaded it through the thickness of material. Apparently this wasn’t enough for him as he pulled out your both of your bosoms, releasing them from tight pressure of fabric. His lips immediately sucked their tender mold, grasping sensitive nipples with his teeth, coaxing more and more delightful groans from you.

- Open your legs – you heard his fiery command by your ear as he gently licked it.

You remained still as you looked at him with pride. You were a Velaryon after all and a dragon’s farrow, you weren’t going to give yourself up to him like a common prostitute.

- Resistant, huh? Have you already forgotten that you deserve to be punished for your recent antics? Besides you also owe me a favor for today's rescue – his fingers tightened around your jaw, clutching it heavily – Spread your legs like a good whore you are – his voice was nothing but a threat now.

- I am not… your… whore – you managed to drawl out through your teeth and you took out the dagger hidden in the neck of the dress but you were foolish to think you could menace him somehow. In a split second Aemond knocked the blade out of your hand, spinning it deftly within his palms. He pressed the dagger against your throat, enough for you to feel its sharpness, without cutting your alabaster skin.

- What did you want to do with it, little dove? Cut me? – he chuckled madly, sparkles of insanity glistened in his one eye – Now, where were we… Ah, yes – he spreaded by force your trembling legs with his free hand, the blade of your dagger never left your neck.

- Good girl – he praised and set aside the dagger from you and started to play with it. His eyes were examining your dress as he was swiveling the goad around his hand, more and more vehemently.

A few clean, rapid cuts tore your dress apart, baring you completely in front of him. Aemond smiled with unhidden satisfaction and after a short while he grabbed your ass, lifting you and placing on the top of the dresser. Again, he separated your legs so you were forced to put heels of your feet on the edge of furniture.

- And who do you think you are if not a whore, spreading yourself before me like that, waiting for me to graciously fuck the life out of you? – he smirked derisively, teasing you. The sapphire in his eyehole shimmered sinisterly.

You felt ashamed, humiliated. You were now completely at his mercy, like a helpless child waiting for a punishment. Your cheeks became scarlet red, the blood in your veins pumped restlessly.

- But I must admit that your tendency to hiding weapons everywhere you manage can be… useful – the cold blade of dagger traced inner side of your thigh as he watched your skin shiver from the sensation - So why not hide it here? – he encircled your groins with blade’s tip, dangerously close to your folds, now becoming wet. You didn't want to admit it, but sporting with Aemond turned you on more than you could ever imagine.

- And what is that? My, my… You’re already soaking. Does it excite you, the feeling of a threat against that defenseless body of yours? – he chuckled with a slight surprise. He rotated the dagger so now its handle was aimed at your core. You gasped with dismay as you realized what he is about to do.

- Well then… There is nothing else left for me to do than to obey the salacious craving of my dirty, little whore.

And before you could even protest, the shaft of dagger slipped through your drenched folds. You cried pitifully at the feeling of cold and hardness ravaging your poor cunt. Aemond pushed it slowly further, rotating the haft slightly so it was now hitting that special spot inside of you. He was now watching the blade disappearing inside your pussy and he was clearly hypnotized by the sight. Your moans were capturing his mind in a delightful way, he was ready to yield right there, right now.

- It’s almost as long as my cock. Makes me wonder… whether you have pleasured yourself with it during lonely nights without me? Have you imagined my cock slamming into your needy cunt while doing it? – he purred against your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on it - Of course you have, just look at you… How you squeal like a common slut at the sensation… You’ve been through this before, haven’t you? – he pushed the dagger even harder, making you squirm.

His hand set a killing pace, his teeth nipped the sensitive skin on the crook of your neck. Your screams continued as the dagger’s handle pushed into you eagerly, hitting that very spot inside of you, leaving sloppy, wet sounds.

- Look at me – Aemond grabbed your jaw, looking fiery into your eyes and once again he kissed you so intensely that you thought he’s going to crash his teeth against yours – Look what you’re doing to me, how dare you take advantage of me like that…? - he panted, finally tearing his lips away from yours.

You looked at the growing bulge in his pants, he was extremely aroused indeed. While you were admiring his covered manhood, he used your moment of inattention and sticked the helve all the way through, finally turning it over in such way that made you swoon almost. The thrusts did not stop and you felt your climax coming as your walls started to shake around the dagger. Aemond must have noticed that because he stopped his moves all at once, removing the handhold, now completely soaked with your juices, causing you to whimper.

- U-uh, I won’t let you come, not like that. It would be an insult to me – he looked into your miserable eyes and licked your liquids of the dagger so obscenely that it made you blush like a little, innocent girlie.

- But I must admit you taste divine, my little dove - he did not stop embarrassing you, as he licked his lips lasciviously. He put the dagger at a safe distance so that you certainly could not reach for it. He ran his finger along your bottom lip, kissing it softly.

- Go to bed. Lay on all fours – he commanded shortly and this time you knew better and obeyed.

You walked towards the bed and went on all fours exactly like he ordered, sticking your ass defiantly in his direction and you waited in anticipation for his next move. You heard the tumble of metal buckle of his belt when it hit the floor as he was undressing himself. For a brief moment you thought he was going to use it to smack your ass, but it wasn’t the belt that strike your bum. His hand gave a few solid slaps, so whopping that you were certain there would be red marks the next morning. A heated screech left your mouth while he gave you several more, kneading the luscious flesh of your ass with his fingers. Another streamlet of your wetness dripped down your thighs.

- Now I’m going to fuck the obedience into you until you plead me to stop – he snarled and with a one firm thrust he buried his whole cock in your greedy cunt, you screamed as you were feeling him tearing your insides apart. He growled as he felt you clenching around him so tightly that he couldn’t move even an inch.

- Stop squeezing me this hard, issa ziry-zaldrīzes (my Dragoness). You don’t want me to come, not yet – he whispered to your ear, giving you a warning slap in the ass. You tried your best to loosen your walls up, but it was pretty hard, since he haven’t gave you any time to accommodate to his length.

Once you have finally let go, he started pounding into you mercilessly, stretching you in a hurtful and yet pleasurable way. His hands tightened around your hips, using all his strength to stick you onto his swollen manhood. He was piercing you like a newly sharpened spear, rutting into you like a thirsty animal. Your sinful moans mixed with shameless, wet sounds of tapping skin against skin. Aemond was breathing heavily, his deep growls made you stretched for him even more.

He pulled you up by your hair abruptly, so your back was resting on his firm chest now and your ass leaned on his muscular thighs. He grabbed one of your breasts clasping it lustily, while his other hand wandered to your exposed clit, torturing the sensitive bud so badly it made you squeal like a little, hurt bird.

- Look at you, taking my cock so willingly like a good, submissive whore – he oozed praises into your ear, licking the earlobe deliciously. His hands guided your hips to his pelvis making your movements more unhesitating. At this moment you were almost sure that if there was a huge mirror in front of the bed he would definitely made you look into it, to watch how greedily he takes you. But at the same time, he would have to reckon with the fact that you would have come in a second.

- I’m going to claim you endlessly, mark you in every possible way so no man would ever touch you or even think about you indecently – as to highlight his words he started biting your neck, leaving bruises and hickeys wherever he could. Gods, now I will have to wear those goddamn high-neck dresses, you thought with an annoyance, but he didn’t gave you much time to complain in your thoughts as he began to literally hammer you into his pulsing cock.

- I will defile you to that extent that no other lord would ever want to marry you because… you… are… MINE - his last words practically turned into a fearsome snarl. He threw you on your back with quite momentum, with a one dexterous move he lifted your pelvis against his loins and buried himself deep inside to the hilt. It startled you so much that you had to grab the nearest pillow and stick your nails into it. His thrusts gained more and more strength so as your screams became almost desperate. He watched you – no, he was engorging you like a predator just before consuming its prey. The sapphire in his eye socket gleamed wildly making him look even more intimidating. His insatiable eye looked at you, trembling, begging with all your body for release. Oh how you were praying for it, your mind was completely clouded with vision of incoming bliss. But Aemond was not a fool, he sensed your approaching intoxication like a deer would scent the changing wind. His moves became cruelly sluggish, he was torturing you with his languor.

- Aem… Aemond…! I need… I need to come…! Ple… Please! – you whimpered realizing how pathetic you must have sounded.

He only grinned impudently, lowering himself so now his torso was rubbing against your tremulous breasts.

- Beg me, byka live (little whore). I want to hear you begging for it – he whispered to your ear, leaving wet, sloppy kisses around your neck afterwards. His long, silver-blonde hair, now in a complete mess, were stroking you so lightly that it almost made you ticklish.

- Please Aemond! I beg you… Please let me cum, please! – so you begged, wanting your own ecstasy more than the dignity you lost when he stripped your dress of you.

- Excellent. I shall fulfill your wish as I am a gracious prince – he smiled triumphantly and kept his word as he began pushing into you at a deadly pace.

You could tell that he himself was getting closer to his peak, you could feel every single vein on his throbbing cock, pulsating with boiling-hot blood, his breath got much more erratic. He closed his eyes and laid his head beneath your collarbone, almost drifting away. His hips thrusted chaotically, trying to hit your sensitive spot for the very last time.

- I’m going to fill you up with my seed. I want to watch your belly swell with my child, your breasts full of milk… - he suddenly expressed his unexpected wish, causing to google at him with your startled eyes.

This confession must have somehow turned him on even more, because as his thrusts became more uneven his groans escalated as well. Your walls started to clench around his member ruthlessly, your whole body was shaking as if you had caught the cold. And you came. Basically you both came in an unison almost. He spilled his entire seed deep inside you, pressing his hips into you more to make sure not a single drop was wasted. You sighed deeply, your mind was overwhelmed by the number of various impulsions. The two of you were in silence for a longer moment, only the sound of your restless panting was interrupting the tranquillity. Aemond was still inside you as his cock was becoming floppy. He peppered your cheeks, jaw and neck with kisses and gently stroked your temple with his fingers. Finally he pulled out of you, causing your mixed liquids to drip down the inner side of your thigh. He went down on you and hugged his face to your womb, looking at it meaningly. You automatically ran your fingers through his silky hair, tattering it slightly.

- Aemond…?

- Hmm…?

- Would you really father a bastard…? – you were a bit concerned about his reaction to that question, but you had to ask it anyway. He looked at you as if you have just broke off the Christmas tree.

- We'd be already married when the baby would be out. I would never contaminate myself with a bastard, I’m not like my brother – he visibly felt disgusted at the mention of his sibling.

You looked at him confused. You weren't going to allow him to bring your child into this world. The world that was about to be destroyed by the yoke of war. You weren’t so selfish as to condemn an innocent being to such a fate, but Aemond didn’t seem to care about it at all. Apparently, the burden of being the second son and want to leave behind a legacy was greater than you thought. After all, you weren't going to give in to it, as you already planned to ask the Maester for the moon tea. You can never be too careful.

Aemond raised from the bed and brought the bowl with water as well as some cloth. He started to clean you up, gently wiping the sweat and your liquids off your body. When he finished he did the same with himself. After all, he put the vessel aside and pulled you under the covers, wrapping you closely with blankets. You leaned your weary head on his chest, his heartbeat was so steady and calm that you almost fell asleep just listening to it.

- Sleep, my love. Tomorrow my cursed imitation of a brother will be coronated. And after that we will begin the preparations for our wedding – he kissed the top of your head, rubbing it softly.

But Prince Aemond ‘One-Eye’ Targaryen did not suspect yet that before you tie the knot many unexpected events will take place. Many thrilling ones perhaps. And maybe it will take the world’s end to say this perpetual oath.

... and here it is guys! Thanks for reading and I will appreciate any kind of feedback in comments! I have almost finished Chapter 3 by now, I'll post it any time soon and I hope this time Tumblr won't screw things up :p And worry not, Daemon & Aemond duo will come back in some time, but for now story will be more Aemond-concentrated as I have to figure out the wedding crap between him and reader and other thingy things. I also have the concept for the whole series and I'm afraid that every part will contain some kind of smut. But I know you dirty little potatoes love it :p

And... I have a plan to write a quite short, but intense smut with Aemond&Aegon&reader threesome. I'm not a big fan of Aegon at all but he's such a little, filthy shit so I thought this might be fun :p

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Rafa x male reader

ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man

(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way

rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him

hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he

would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.

I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you

OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌

Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay

Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!

I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for

Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"

He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done

He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself

When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in

You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?

He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"

He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again

I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years

The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal

Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.

you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die

So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking

And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out

But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall

When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.

His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.

You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"

Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.

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Shaving in the U.S. Military

This was an amazing rabbit-hole to fall into.

Having no visible facial hair of my own and not serving in the military (not being American, besides) means I have no context for the scene I am getting ready to write and so I did what any seasoned fic writer would do, which is procrastinate with 45 minutes of research.

Starting with a Youtube search "shaving in the continental army", because you can always find the best tangents pinging away from your actual question when you search on Youtube. And man! There's so many opinions and experiences with shaving!

I started with this:

Haha, I thought. And then, what's a shaving profile?

A shaving profile, I learned, is a shaving waiver, a paper that permits you to grow a "therapeutic beard" to treat, among other things, a skin condition called pseudofolliculitis barbae (PFB), or razor bumps, which can present as anything from uncomfortable to painful and bleeding. A shaving profile can also be issued for religious reasons. When this was first instituted, the hair length of the shaving profile beard could not exceed one quarter of an inch.

Oh, so men have also realized that frequent shaving is hell on your skin, I thought, with some snark. Sucks when your social capital depends on it, doesn't it?

Or your career. Because, in fact, for people in the military, it does.

From a study reported on in 2012, 21% of air force respondents reported that their career had been negatively impacted by having a shaving profile, read, wearing a beard. And of these respondents who reported a perceived shaving profile bias, 63% identified as Black, 14% as Hispanic and 5% as Latino. PFB is most commonly found in Black men.

How strong is this stigma? Oooh, strong.

It's often couched in "concerns" surrounding looking uniform to the group, being able to follow orders, and -- failing all that -- having a tight gas mask seal. But as you can see in this funny video, the tone behind those "concerns" is anything but friendly, and it's costing these soldiers leadership opportunities and awards.

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Man, these comments are fascinating.

Alright, noted, I thought. So what does that mean for the 18th Century?

Well, as it turns out, the style has changed a lot in the course of military history. All soldiers were expected to look sharp, but more important in the 18th Century was being clean. Shaving or hair cuts isn't mentioned at all in Baron von Steuben's famous Blue Book but washing frequently is. It's only through the article below that I learned that soldiers in the Continental Army had to shave three times a week, though their facial hair seems to have caused less issue than their head hair.

Shaving yourself is one thing, but there were few options for competently managing your hair, so most men wore their hair long. Those who plaited into a queue did so with flour and animal fat, while cavalrymen put their hair in a club at the base of their neck (which was just a more horse-riding resistant hairstyle).

(Thinking back now, of course, I don't think I've ever seen an 18th C portrait of a man wearing a queue and sporting facial hair (...anyone?). And certainly in TURN the tv show no one has a beard, but that's a modern show catering to modern audiences. I can just imagine the uproar there'd be if anyone other than Caleb Brewster sported prominent facial hair. And certainly we all know how Brewster's beard informs his characterization.)

In 1801, the beloved queue was officially abolished in the U.S. military and it caused an uproar among the enlisted that nearly reached mutiny. From that to the famously bushy moustaches and mutton chops in the Civil War to the long hair, trimmed moustaches, and long side burns of the 1960s and 1970s that the Navy and Coast Guard to my complete shock permitted among their ranks, hair has been a contentious issue, waxing and waning in style ever since the military's inception in the States.

So there you go!

As a final thought, because I am a fic writer with a preference for the Tallster pairing, I shall leave you with one of my favourite Tallster fics, written by the wonderful @lucyemers.

It is, of course, about shaving.

Guess I should go write that scene, now.

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probably-a-plant-thing · 1 year

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This is meant to take place after Damien’s writing here and before Blue’s most recent one but I take forever writing, so here we are.

The Devil in Disguise

Darrell and Red mentioned a few times because skulk likes thinkin about his bfs

@coppasulfate @cries-in-latino

Word count: 1165

Skulk was now alone in Devil’s Prick.

Alone with the hogs...

Red had finally fled the ship to play suave lover boy and Skulk was left in the dust to handle things alone. At least now he could play around with the people while the two were gone, and part of that included currently going through what was left of Darrell’s closet to find what was left to snatch for himself.

Just a little payback for being gone for so long, Skulk thought to himself as he pulled out another oversized jacket from the closet for his growing collection.

Darrell hadn’t mentioned not being allowed to take his comfy sweaters or shirts and Skulk intended on exploiting the hell out of that loophole. It was one of the few perks of relationships he’d never gotten to take advantage of since his last partner was much smaller than him. Eight years later and now Skulk got to be the clothes thief for once.

After taking his usual hoodie off, one that used to be solid black but had faded to a dark grey over years of use, he looked back to the dark maroon fleece jacket he’d just nabbed. Cringing a little when he realized the jacket didn’t have a hood to properly hide him from the rednecks in town.

Maybe if he was lucky he could do without hiding. What a concept, huh?

The thought kept Skulk pondering for a while before he finally decided on it, putting on the fleece jacket before finally unlatching and placing the volto-style mask on the bed.

“I have to repaint you soon,” Skulk said to the mask as he picked at a bit of loose paint on one of the cheeks, the old paper mache veil staring back at him with two soulless dots. A small chuckle couldn’t help but escape him before moving to try and fix his horrible hoodie hair.

The perk of having two boyfriends with pretty hair is they actually have hairbrushes.

After he’d finally combed through the rat nest on his head the best he could, Skulk realized how overdue for a haircut he really was. He’d normally avoided mirrors or even taking off his mask since seeing how he really looked could cause him to spiral. Though that had changed more recently since he had started hanging around Blueboy and Cherrybomb since they somehow saw the appeal in his face. It was nice, to be seen as manly.

Skulk wondered if Red had similar thoughts sometimes, he’d have to ask when Cherrybomb returned from Ambrose. If they returned.

Before Skulk’s mind could entertain the idea of being abandoned again, he heard something sniffing outside.

Oh shit, the hogs...

Skulk huffed softly as he walked to the trailer door and opened it a crack to be greeted with the snout of the pig Darrel told him was named “Cristabella.” The hog snorted and moved back when Skulk opened the door to properly get outside, brushing himself off. Cristabella stared at him with light murderous intent and the willingness to break his legs like she was a gang boss and Skulk owed her money.

Which wasn’t too far off from the case.

“It’s not dinner yet, Cris. Piss off.” Skulk huffed as he started to walk off toward town. He’d just about had it with these dammed hogs, the screams kept him up every time he spent a night and he was just about to royally lose his mind from them. Cristabella made a snorting sound as Skulk walked off, trotting a bit after him as she watched the strange man.

Maybe he’d try and get some food in town for the screamers, who knows? They were lucky they were kinda cute.

Devil’s Peak reminded Skulk a lot of home, the three-mile town wasn’t too different from his hometown in northern California, but it was uncanny sometimes. Though this place definitely had his town when it came to rednecks or hicks.

The other thing this town had that his old didn’t was somehow shittier weather.

Skulk tried to avoid as much mud as he could, he hated leaving tracks, though the occasional squish of mud under his boots was enviable. Much to Skulk’s sensory dismay, he’d have to wash these off when he got back to the motel.

It was fine though, he wore gloves for a few reasons and he supposed not being able to fully feel sludge was one of them. Even if it wasn’t exactly intended.

The gossip around town nowadays had been about a pair of murdered teens up in the woods, though Skulk didn’t particularly care about the case. He cared more about the bigwigs they brought in to handle it. Rumor had it that one of those kids had an important father, and that was the big reason Skulk cared now more than ever because he knew a few things about those types of cases.

His parents had paid off a few of those types for him before.

Though this time he wanted to make sure. Arriving at the foot of the mountain that loomed over Devil’s Peak, he exchanged a polite few words with the man who lived there, Earl was his name appearently. Skulk only knew him as Darrell’s friend, so the man was properly removed from the internal hitlist for that reason alone. Even so, he didn’t want to stop for a full conversation so he trekked on.

The town had been dealing with a lot of rain recently, so the town had a perpetual sense of dampness that Skulk couldn’t get rid of, everything was muggy and bleak but the people went on with their days as usual. All prepped and ready for the worst like it was another Tuesday.

Just another Tuesday for them, though the devil did change without them knowing. A devil that already picked his favorites, the rest were fair game. Walking out to find a spot he’d been hanging out around more recently, a little shop called the Silver Dollar. Skulk was pretty sure it was an antique shop, though he had never actually gone in until today, mostly on account of the mask he’d left behind today.

The store was just as he suspected. Especially when he finally noticed it spelled out on the window. Mild embarrassment aside, he explored the shop until he found a nook for old books. Deciding it was probably one of the better spots to realistically be hanging out for hours in, the perfect hub for Skulk to do what he did second best. Watching.

Skulk hummed a little as he people watched, it was a hobby he had since he was young. Just sitting somewhere or leaning against a wall and watching those who went on with their lovely lives.

Some may call it “loitering” but it was an important part of his job. How else was he gonna pay off those dammed demons on the mountain?

A win-win for only himself.

#slasher oc #Skulk #OC writing #this took me so fucking long #also the most ive written for an oc #by myself at least #this bad boy is like 5 pages in docs #anyway enough rambling #i like skulk #and my new oc: a building

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kissingthebeehive · 1 year

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sister margaret is probably also racist

whys hbomberguy racist?

Yeah fair I guess the joke works then

Like I mentioned, I find it very iffy that hbomberguy made a video on the game trilogy LISA RPG, praising the writing and the world, while somehow completely ignoring the fact that the game is full of racism (like the Hernandez family which is a joke that "latino families have one million kids and relatives", or how some certain black enemies have red or white lips, or the WHOLE location of Bloodmoon Mountain, the list goes on). The plot of the game is "what if all the women suddenly disappeared so humans wouldn't be able to reproduce", which already rubs me the wrong way as a transperson, but it just went all the way further to make some Questionable character designs (like a party member Queen Roger, who while had a nice personality and stats, was probably written to be a jab on drag queens/sex workers/etc, or one of the monster enemies Jonathan, who is presumed to be a sex slave dressed in women's clothes).

These are important factors of the game, LISA RPG is a commentary about toxic masculinity, Americanism, etc, and all of the mentioned feeds directly into it. I honestly have no idea how you can just talk about these games while ignoring all of that.

And same goes to his videoessay about the game Pathologic. Pathologic happens in a fictional Russian town, which most likely was settled on an occupied land of local natives, who are called The Kin. The kin have a unique language that bases itself on Mongol, Buryat and Tibetian languages, and their presence Is affecting the plot (because in one of the endings you basically need to destroy the town, their land + one of the main characters' mother is from the kin, and his story is circling around it). At the same time, they are treated like the usual native stereotype: The women of the kin are running around naked, being mysterious and seductive, wearing bones and leaves instead of clothes; the men of the kin are big and scary, also fully clothed. The developers of the games said that the kin were made because they wanted to give them a "native american"-esque story. "The kin's culture is dying, they either try keeping to themselves and die, or they succumb and work for the white man". The thing that infuriates me the most in pathologic, though, are "worms". They are also people from the kin, but they look like some sort of monsters: crude and "unfinished". The fact that hbomberguy never mentions how it is tied to racism regarding natives and just jokes their existence off is beyond me.

You or anybody else can continue watching him, but I was greatly disappointed, and don't want to support that guy anymore. Nobody is perfect, but I think if you make a 2 hours long essay, you can at least find a minute to say something like "hey, the portrayal of natives in this game is bad and while I love everything about it, I don't like this particular part". Because, as a person whose family was directly affected by Russian colonization, going into this game thinking it'll be flawless, only to be hit with This, was a lot for me. EDIT 2023: You shouldn't cancel him or anything, especially don't try digging any "dirt" after he releases his videos as some sort of a "gotcha", not with my involvement. I personally changed my opinion on the whole situation, realizing he didn't do it in a malicious way. I still stand by my opinion that not mentioning it was bad, but with his dedication to his production and constant growth, I'm sure that in the future he will change for the better.

#asks #snailcoded #ask to tag

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beesmygod · 2 years

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i think u scared off the liberal

good. i'd be lying to say it didnt get under my skin because even adam noticed it lol. if only it were as simple as "white artist bristles when confronted about a depiction of race" instead of "a frequently hammered nerve was struck involving things anon has no context for, intentionally". grrr growl!!! i tried to talk about this with other people and then pussed out bc i realized no one cares but me. so at least i can ramble about it on my own space.

long post ahead sorry~

even putting my neurosis aside, from where i'm standing, anon's overt discomfort with a depiction of an ethnicity or race involving the use of vernacular is some real fucking bird-brain shit. anon reads "huckleberry finn" and runs off to the library to have it banned for racism lol. like, we're talking that level of intellectual cowardice that turns tail and hides when made merely uncomfortable. anon subscribes to the school of thought that being mean and making me feel bad are the worst crimes someone could ever commit. if i want to be really mean, i think anon has never spoken to another latino person outside of a service worker context.

and like, i understand the initial bristle when confronted with it. it's not as though phonetic accent writing or vernacular usage can't be invoked for racist reasons. but you would literally have to try very hard to read jack, white man for hire, as anything other than the explicit butt of the joke. the latinas poking fun at his discomfort lol wait holy shit i just realized life imitated art. am i a secret genius after all......? (no)

here are the pages in question: i asked people on twitter what they thought but ofc that way i still only hear from people who are likely to ostensibly agree with me. (click for full)

lol i just realized i missed an overlay layer on the third page. i should fix that.

this is a webcomic with almost, if not more than, 800 pages so some context: white spikey hair boy (jack) is from corpus christi, texas, a city on the gulf of mexico VERY close to the border. jack was always supposed to be from texas bc its a state i have some cultural understanding of. my dad grew up there. my dad is mexican-american. i am bi-ethnic. tri-ethnic, i guess, since the italian/irish half had a massive influence on me growing up as well.

the ladies are members of maxine's (the other protag's) witch coven. these women don't dress like this on a day to day basis (the one in the poncho might since she's a curandera, anyway), the outfits are like uhhh special occasion stuff. its your witch outfit. red bow is wearing like a day to day version of the traditional oaxaca outfits and has her hair pulled back in a traditional braid. the other is wearing just normal shit but with a traditionally patterned (or as much as i could bear to draw) poncho. the egg cleanse is a basic brujeria technique that like, every mexican family knows of at least lol. poncho is cutting the bad airs away, like in this video of a limpia.

the spit is my favorite part of all the limpias lol. WATER CANNON

all of this is just shit i know from growing up. i had to ask help on the spanish bc mine is a double whammy of being both terrible AND non-conversational (i learned all mine in textbooks ( ._.)) but the spanish code-switching to shit talk is how real people behave lol. i know this, because family and friends do it.

i take the character writing of this stupid comic more seriously than it probably deserves. i wanted to make sure it felt authentic and like these were "real" characters. having a world where the only people with personalities are the protagonists leads to a universe that feels flat and empty. a cardboard world. when i was able to use the women from a culture i know as a way to advance the plot, it was a small blessing lol. whew.

i dont really know how to talk about how this relates to me more in depth without compromising my belief that i have a right to privacy when it comes to my personal life lol. my entire existence exists on edges and borders that should not matter to anyone but me; but these details (ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, etc and so on and you know) have a tendency to become the sole factor through which people view your work, your potential, and the expectations they begin to develop for you. currently, i think the expectations people have set for minority creators fucking sucks and i am relieved not to be a part of the ecosystem that rewards mediocrity and poor quality with accolades and purchases. looking at you, YA fiction and webtoons!!!

quite frankly: the more details people have about your life, the more they are able to scrutinize your authenticity based on their own biases (as the original anon did lol) or whether or not you are "deserving" of the descriptors that you are open about or accumulate over the years. i already have enough problems with this on my own directed at myself. i dont need input from the peanut gallery about my identity when its something ive struggled with and continue to struggle with my entire life.

i am not interested in bothering minority creators with my crybaby shit about how i feel alienated. i don't want inclusion to their groups centered around their unique and more specific experiences out of obligation when i realize the non-minority halves of me have also had massive influence on my upbringing and my beliefs. i dont like having to debates whether or not i am ____ enough to qualify for appearances on lists or databases or awards so i don't bother with any of it. i just want to grill for gods sake

anyway idk. im mad but i also realize a lot of my mad comes from offline baggage that no one is privy to on purpose so i have a hard time gauging how people will read how i write things. but bc i keep it tight to the chest i guess that invites random anons to speculate reasonably that i've transformed into a racist overnight bc they read a character say a double negative. dipshit. fucking moron

anyway

#long post

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