#get you a hot lesbian mess who can do both!
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serenading was really the last thing i ever wanted Kate to do as her grand gesture and i still don’t love it, but the amount of people who keep calling a big, awkward, public gesture hugely ooc for Kate and keep saying they miss the old whistler who wasn't dumb, oh DIA Whistler was so much better. its the show’s first season. i don’t think it’s even possible to be ooc when the writers are just starting to create these characters and we barely know them. we only saw ‘cool, confident, bossy dia whistler’ for about 6 episodes before 1x11 happened and changed everything, and while she’s still all of those things she was changing even before the breakup happened and with all the growth she’s gone through, she’s going to end the season looking pretty different to how she started (fair warning, this is a little unhinged and unorganized, just a little)
her arc has been about her learning to let people in and learning to be more honest with her feelings, to not be afraid of putting herself out there and learning how to stop pushing people away as a result of the impact Lucy and the team have had on her. it’s about making yourself vulnerable and trying to find people who will accept you even if you’re an awkward giraffe. throughout the season the writers have been telling us that she: finds it hard to be open and show her emotions, she puts her orders before her feelings at work causing everyone to view her as the ‘bad cop’ and that sucks, she really wants to make connections with her coworkers, but she doesn’t know how and she’s kinda bad at it, she was afraid of starting something with Lucy (and messing it up) because Lucy’s the most amazing woman she’s ever met and she wanted to keep it on the downlow until she felt she could handle it, is actually very charming and sensitive and goofy underneath that hardened exterior
there’s a reason Ernie describes her as “the tall one acting goofy,” she tries to keep her relationship with Lucy a secret and yet you can see her softening as a result of it and being unable to hide their connection and pull to each other even at work. Jesse notices they’re making googly eyes at each other during the Pearl Harbor tour in 1x09 and remarks that “there’s a certain DIA officer i haven’t seen around your desk recently,” because she couldn’t fight the gravitational pull drawing her to Lucy’s desk everyday, literally the worst kept secret at the office you morons! In 1x12 she’s sprinting after Lucy practically shouting after her (loud enough for all of Pearl Harbor to hear) even when she’s asking if Lucy’s going to throw their relationship away that easily. Kate gets a pass with Jane because how can you pretend you don’t care about Lucy after she could’ve died on an UC mission and as for Kai, well, he has two eyes so he definitely noticed too
the Whistler in 1x01 would definitely not be going over to Tennant’s house after 1x14 and sharing a drink with her (might not have warned her about Glenn Smith either) and maybe she wouldn’t have tried comforting her when Jesse went missing in 1x15 (not because she wouldn’t have wanted to, but maybe it would have been harder without all the stuff that happened in between as a result of the Lucy romance) and that’s growth baby!
as for her acting ‘dumb’ and goofy, whistler’s greatest hits (paraphrased):
1x07: the entire opening scene right in front of Ernie's coffee, like ladies its barely 9 in the morning
1x09: “i want to be intimate” “here???”
1x11: "i like this" "the coffee? its fair trade." "so i think i win the dumbass award." "yes...no! NO!"
1x14: “creds... that’s what all the cool agents say :)”
1x17: “the source of the attack was some sort of pineapple” “like the fruit?” (also forgetting she never apologized to Lucy)
1x20: while looking like a beaten bloody piñata “I’m fine just some bruises...and some minor head trauma...” “i did not have Lucy surf quotes on my bingo card today”
1x21: “about the power of love!” -silence- “...anyway i think that’ll help us get through to David” (we were all raving about this scene and how cute it was, but we don't want to acknowledge all the work it took to get here?)
The writers have been showing it all season, this is just who she is the more you get to know her, not liking it is different than ooc
Kate just sucks at talking and processing her emotions on the spot and can’t always immediately formulate a response right away whether you’re her boss or her colleague or her ex girlfriend (she ghosted a girl for months for god’s sakes which is probably honestly where most of the ‘this feels ooc for Kate’ criticism comes from and it’s hard to blame anyone for that because wth Kate, but it also serves as the biggest indictment of how her lack of social skills has effected her life and now it’s finally catching up to her)
a lot of people call Whistler rushing in without thought or backup to be ooc, and while they’ve shown that she’s smart and good at thinking things through (figuring out a way to help the team in 1x06, with the Clark Lohan thing in 1x10, using David's wife’s fate as leverage to get through to him in 1x21), that’s been behind the scenes we never saw her do field work during her stint at the DIA so there’s nothing really to base the ooc claim on, the first time we see her in the field is in 1x17 (she only transferred to the FBI 3 episodes ago) when she rushes in and Lucy has to stop her so it’s not out of the ordinary for her to do something similar in 1x20 at Agent Jones’s house, Whistler in the office and Whistler out in the field are different because they’re different environments entirely (and she’s new to the field)
i dont think the people calling Whistler ooc for acting goofy and socially inept would call her ooc for turning down a promotion anywhere from 1x06-1x13 to stay close to Lucy after early Whistler was billed as ambitious and career-driven (but i guess it’s different because it’s romantic without being awkward...), if we’re going to throw that term out there we should examine all her actions that way not just the one’s we maybe don’t like
you can criticize the writing and the show all you want we all have different opinions we’re not all going to agree on how good Whistler’s development has gone, but i don’t think it’s fair to say any public grand gesture or Kate acting ‘dumb’ is completely out of left field, yes she was more cold and distant and mean earlier (and maybe you preferred that way more) but as the show has progressed you get to see a different more shy, uncertain, dorky side of her and that's not ooc that's just how humans are
she’s been slowly stepping out of her comfort zone all season and Lucy’s influence on her has inspired her to finally make a running jump into the deep end to win her back because she loves her and that’s how much she means to her (my favorite post about the grand gesture written before we knew it was a singing gesture LOL) that's the whole point isn't it? the power of love! has changed Whistler! she's never felt this way about anyone before and is clearly woefully inexperienced in love, she misses Lucy and wants to win her back no matter what so she's willing to listen to anything and do anything to show her she's all in and wants to be with her and only her! love makes us do crazy things, but it makes sense after a season of pain and regret
unfortunately for some people, Kate also happens to be less competent socially so that’s going to manifest in truly awkward (and secondhand embarrassing) ways, but she’s always been capable of this because she’s a multifaceted character and the writers have been showing us that
#ncis hawaii#kate whistler#kacy#all the criticism and thoughts ive seen on tumblr has been cool and fine but the twitter folks just make my head explode#its like every time kate shows a not Cool trait shes ooc? theres a reason everyone calls her the dumbest smart person (affectionate)#shes got one braincell for work! whenever she uses it for her personal life or for following ernies advice is laughs at her and explodes#imma be real this is kinda petty and ranty bc of one specific kate stan on twitter i keep seeing firhrgjrg#like i cant even enjoy their fics bc they start all of them with 'i wont do u dirty like the writers have'#like wym the writers have treated me fine i loved 1x20 i loved all the kacy angst lol#like yas and tori are great and theyre 50% of it but who wrote the lines they say that make me love lucy and kate more and more everyday#also i dont think its possible at all for a character to be ooc...in season 1 like the writers barely know them yet how can i claim i do#like ok you like the character but then you hate the writers for half the traits theyve given them so do you actually like them???#this is all incoherent and im sorry#yes i still dislike the serenade but like i understand the point of the big gesture and why u would go there#get you a hot lesbian mess who can do both!#im delirious i probably shouldnt post this and ill regret it but i will anyway#like i saw someone ask what have they done to you whistler#oh idk given her a personality??? made her likeable and made the audience want to root for her? like yall LMAO
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Do you have any sexuality headcanons for the characters???
For some. I’m no expert on official labels or whatnot, fair warning
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Laswell: Lesbian or perhaps bi. Either way I think she started out dating men and had one evening with a woman and went "I'm gay now". Now she has a wife and is happily married. Definitely would sleep with her male friends if circumstances lead to it, but she’s very monogamous and wants her wife only.
Farah: She gives off a very woman loving bi but is dating Alex because he’s not like other guys she’s dealt with. The only other guy she would consider dating is Gaz, but she otherwise considers herself gay. Alex just happens to be the one type of guy she’s attracted to.
Valeria: This woman does not care about the gender of her bedmate. She’s very popular with the ladies and men think they can ‘sway’ her only for her to ruin them. She calls herself gay because she is not attracted to men in a straight way.
Alex: Straight, was so straight until he met Farah. Now he has no idea what he’s attracted to or who, just that suddenly a lot more people are attractive. Farah is his sexual awakening and he has no idea why or what she has done to him.
Ghost: Says he’s gay, proudly. Has slept with women before and will do so if circumstances lead to it, but he’s very gay. Closeted for a long time before he finally felt safe and comfortable enough to be himself.
Soap: Bisexual with a recent awakening. As soon as he realizes he’s attracted to men, he sees hot guys everywhere and is a mess. He’s a mess, can’t handle suddenly being attracted to almost everyone around him.
Gaz: He seems very straight at first but is actually very much pan. Attracted to every gender but just calls himself gay because he has more fun with it. Had an early realization and has had time to find himself and be confident. It’s no doubt he can charm anyone, he has done so unintentionally. No one is safe from his charms.
Price: He’s dated women in his past but he’s very attracted to men. Has had years to get himself together but can be downright embarrassing if he’s on friendly terms with someone he’s attracted to.
Alejandro: Bisexual, equally attracted to any gender. Once in an official relationship he’s loyal to a fault and possessive (in a tolerable manner). If he sees someone he’s attracted to, he’ll say it.
Rudy: Bisexual but leaning towards men. He’s very sweet towards people he’s attracted to but also is a blunt asshole to people he’s not. And when he’s very comfortable with someone he’s attracted to? Blunt asshole who can be a sweetheart.
Nik: He doesn’t care for labels. If he finds someone attractive, he finds them attractive. It’s that simple. He’ll sleep with pretty much anyone regardless of their gender identity. Calls himself gay just to satisfy people when they ask him what his sexuality is.
Graves: Gay with a very recent awakening. Always thought he was ace or aro or both in the beginning because he never was attracted to his women partners. Then he realized he was gay and now he’s insufferable. He understands now, and now he’s trying to get every experience he can as quick as he can.
#call of duty#modern warfare#ask#thanks for the ask <3#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john price#kyle gaz garrick#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#kate laswell#cod nikolai#farah karim#alex keller#phillip graves#drabble#faralex
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Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)
Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.
A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!
A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad
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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.
“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”
“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”
“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”
“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”
“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”
“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”
“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”
You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him.
He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.
Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long?
Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”
“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.
They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.
You froze, only staring quietly at your drink.
Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs. They didn't know you existed.
So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students.
When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.
“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.
His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.
“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.
You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”
“They didn’t recognize you?”
“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”
Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!
He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.
“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”
“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.
I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!”
He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.
You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.
You turned around to face him.
“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed
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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on.
You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers.
And the ball looked like fun.
You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.
All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.
Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.
You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.
“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.
You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin.
Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.
Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.
Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.
The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.
He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.
They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.
Tom said.“hello, here is Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.
You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.
But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence.
You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.
“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”
You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.
But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.
It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.
“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.
They gasped and looked at you.
“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.
They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.
Would they hate you after seeing the affection?
If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.
There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.
Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could.
But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.
“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.
You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.
“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.
He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.
Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight.
“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey.
You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.
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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner.
“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.
“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.
They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.
“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”
“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”
“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”
‘She’s so lucky!
“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”
They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.
Then, quietly you walked over.
“Hello everyone,” you said.
They gasped and turned heads.
“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.
“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.
Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .
“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”
You smiled at them and took a seat.
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disgraceful…
request linked here
pairing: max fox x female reader
warnings: homophobia, Maxs dad (a warning in itself)
a/n: i changed the request slightly, i hope that’s ok. my apologies if u don’t like it :)
Hot.
That’s all I can think as Maxs hands roam my waist keeping me situated on her lap, her lips pressed passionately onto my own as my hands run through her hair. Pulling back to breathe I smile brightly at seeing Maxs doe eyes staring up at me. “Your so hot baby.” I sigh leaning down to kiss her cheek softly.
Max’s cheeks flush red. Her lips are swollen slightly and her eyelids are slightly heavy. “Shut up.” She whispers moving one hand up to my face to tilt my head back so her lips can attach to my neck.
“Oh yes-“
“MAX.”
The two of us are fast to leap away from one another, one of my hands moving to cover the hickey Max had definitely just given me and the other attends to my ruffled hair and clothes.
After taking care of the mess I am I look up to the doorway to see Sam (Maxs mum) and a man I hadn’t seen before standing slightly aghast.
“Dad?” Max frowns. I glance over to my girlfriend to see her jaw clench in annoyance as he waves sheepishly. “Xanders staying for dinner apparently so hurry your asses down here.” Sam grins, her right eye twitching ever so slightly.
“Right be down in a sec.” Max replies shoving both her parents out her room and closing the door behind her.
As the door closes Max glances at me, her face one of pure irritation. “Are you fucking with me? He comes over today? On our anniversary and has the audacity to stay for fucking dinner.” She begins pacing the room, hands tugging at her hair.
“Hey Max. Baby. Calm down.” I immediately pause her pacing as I stand before her grasping at her wrists. “I know it’s annoying but once we have dinner we can come back up to your room and watch movies and lay together ok? Just get through dinner.” I lean in and kiss her forehead allowing her to inhale deeply and nod.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Heading down the stairs, nausea washes over me at the thought of Max’s father waiting for our entrance. Even though I know he won’t be around often I can’t help but want him to like me, for Max’s sake.
“Took you long enough.” Frankie’s quick to remark with a roll of their eyes as Max and I take our seats beside one another at the table. “Shut up.” Max retorts causing Sam to glare at both of them.
An awkward silence encompasses the table as everyone not so subtly glances at the girls father who seems blissfully unaware of the tension he is causing.
“So are you two best friends?” Xander asks gesturing between myself and Max with his fork, his eyebrows twitching slightly. “No. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Max replies rather harshly causing my hand to reach for her own under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Ah.” Max’s father remains silent, tearing his eyes from the two of us and over to Duke.
As he attempts a conversation with the youngest sister I glance over at Max to find her stabbing at her food. “Did the food do something to you?” I smirk towards the curly haired girl who sends me a glare. “Shut up.” She replies sulkily, her curls falling in front of her face. I sigh softly knowing she doesn’t mean what she’s saying.
“Baby, it’s going well.” I whisper reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ears. The action causes Max’s lips to curve up slightly as she tilts her head at me, mouth open to reply.
“Let’s not do that at the dinner table.” Xanders voice is laced with disgust as he grips his fork rather harshly. “Do what exactly?” Sam asks with a condescending tilt of her head.
“You know what I mean.” He grimaces gesturing circles around Max and I. “And what do you mean exactly?” I ask with faux confusion, not willing to let him ruin Max and I’s anniversary because he can’t handle lesbians. “Spit it out.” Max snaps, her eyes narrowed as she glares at her dad.
“It’s not natural ok? Is that what you want to hear?” Xander scoffs slamming his fist against the table, the cluttering of cutlery causing both Duke and Frankie to flinch. I can feel the tightness of my jaw as I eyeball him, his hands shaking with what could be rage or anxiety or both.
Tension fills the air, so thick I feel like I’m choking. Everyone’s eyes remain on Xander as he remains unashamed, his own eyes staring daggers into Max’s.
“Get the fuck out.” Sam abruptly stands up from her seat and points to the door. “It’s one thing to not see your daughters ever, but to come into our house and discriminate against them.” She let’s out a breath before inhaling again. “Get the fuck out before I drag you myself.” She seethes, her veins in her hands popping so hard I fear they may explode.
Xander hesitantly rises to his feet, his eyes falling to the floor as shame runs through him. My hand reaches for Max’s, squeezing it gently as tears flow down her cheeks.
Xanders shame turns back to fury at our interaction, his shoulders squaring at the two of us. “Disgraceful.” He spits at Max, who inhales deeply and looks away from the man. “You heard Sam.” I manage to say, a frown forming on my brow as his sour expression turns to me. “Don’t speak to me you-you fag.” He snaps before turning on his heel and heading towards the front door, slamming it loudly on his way out.
Maxs facade finally breaks, her shoulder crumbling as she sobs heavily. Sam pouts rushing over to hug her daughter, Frankie and Duke not far behind, a few stray tears falling down their cheeks.
“Hes not welcome back here.” Sam whispers pressing a kiss to Max’s head before glancing over at me. “Are you ok sweetie?” She asks reaching over Max to extend a hand to stroke my hair and cup my cheek. I nod, jaw clenched. “I’ve had worse said to me.”
Sam chuckles lightly before pulling away from Max. “Come on girls, give them some space.” Frankie and Duke pull away and leave the kitchen but not before giving me one last hug.
“Look after her.” Frankie frowns glancing at Max who sniffles slightly. “Of course.” I smile letting Frankie go and moving my chair closer to Max as it becomes only the two of us.
“I’m here Max. I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper leaning forwards to pull her into my chest. Maxs arms wrap tightly around my waist, her head burying itself in my neck. “He hated me. That look on his face.” She shudders in my hold and continues to sob.
I bite my lip trying to ward off my own tears. Pressing my lips against her hair I shake my head. “He doesn’t hate you baby, he will need time to process and if he can’t then your better off without him.”
Max pulls her head out of my neck so she can look me in the eyes. “I adore you.” She whispers giving me a teary smile. My hands reach up to cup her cheeks, wiping the stray tears as I return her smile. “I adore you too.” I reply leaning forwards to place a kiss on her nose. “You don’t deserve the cruelness the word can bring.” I sigh gently tracing patterns along her jaw with my thumb.
Maxs lower lip trembles and juts out slightly, a tell tale sign she was about to cry again. “I love you baby.” I whisper pressing my lips to hers in an attempt to kiss her pout away.
It works as I feel her smile against my lips. Breaking our kiss she pulls away again to place her hands in mine.
“I love you too.”
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Evil Queen x GenderNeutral!Reader x Maleficent || Smutshot
Plot: Hilda and Mal don’t usually get along but they don’t mind using each other to make you into a mess. // Or, they make you watch them and then clean them up with your mouth.
Warnings: Threesome themes, smut, lesbian sex/rubbing, grinding/humping, pussy licking, cum tasting, Hilda being rough, Mal being gentle, Mal refusing to say Hilda's name right, no actual mention of sex organs or cumming for the reader, etc. This was a middle-of-the-night, 'cant sleep', idea!! It is also unedited so I apologie for the unfiltered filth (:
“Well, Y/N??” Hilda’s looking at you with one perfect raised eyebrow, and you just stare dumbly back at her; unsure you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing. She doesn’t seem to mind it though, possibly expecting it- possibly intending to make you that way. “Lay down. I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, you know.”
Mal gives Hilda and sceptical look, almost as if she wants to laugh at her. “No, certainly not,” Then her eyes roam over to you and develop a softness you rarely see. Or maybe you just don’t notice it. Maybe she looks at you like this all the time, but you only notice now as you compare the way she looks at you to the mischievous way Hilda does. “But she’s right, pet. Make sure you get a good view- this certainly will not be happening again.”
“Absolutely not… “
“Well- “Mal looks at Hilda once again, a teasing smirk on her lips as she draws the other woman who’s always ever so irritated with her, in against her body; Experiencing skin-to-skin contact with her for the very first time. “Depending on how Y/N enjoys it actually.”
Hilda gives a drawn-out sigh, rolling her eyes upwards. She doesn’t lean away from Maleficent but she does look away from her. You can tell, by the way this woman does not back down though- that she’s invested herself in what they’re about to do. “… we’ll see… “
“Hmm~ “
Then, Hilda’s eyes return to you once again and Mal’s follow, looking amused a you stay by the door- wondering whether this is real or not. When Hilda called you to her courters you felt anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach, worried you were in trouble. You certainly didn’t expect this. You certainly didn’t expect to see her and Mal both… together, like this. Naked, kneeling on the bed together.
And asking you to lay your head down below their sexes and watch.
“What are you waiting for, my dear?” The Queen asks, watching your eyes dip down to wear their pussy’s are level with eachother, ready to touch. How Mal’s thigh sits ever so slightly between Hilda’s. “Don’t make my wait any longer.”
“Um- “Your cheeks are so hot, as you near Hilda’s large bed covered in fur rugs and silky sheets in the colours red and pink, and carefully- hesitantly- crawl up on to it. Mal’s eyes follow you carefully as you lay down on your back, close to them. If it weren’t for the heat in her eyes and way Hilda insisted, or demanded, you would be very embarrassed. Instead though you feel a torturous ache in the pit of your stomach replace your nerves. “Okay… “
“Very good. Now Hilde?... “Mal turns with a smirk to the queen, affectionately stroking her cheek with her thumb as Hilda scowls back at her.
“Hilda, you dirty green fly.”
“Of course.” Mal replies, though here it’s said like ‘whatever’. “Shall we put on a show for our dear Y/N??... or are you going to continue making that face at me, instead?”
Here Hilda pauses, a tight frown pulling at her pretty lips and creasing her fair features and for a moment she looks as if she’s about to snap again at the fairy… but just lets out a defeated sigh and you notice she looks graceful and regal- even as she leans in and presses her cunt against the other woman; The lips a breath apart. “I can accomplish both.”
“Hmmm~ Of course you can.”
As the two slowly start to rock against each other, rubbing their most private parts against each other, you feel your mouth fall slightly open at the sight. The two pairs of lower lips, stimulated and wet, grinding against eachother- making you ache to do something too. You throb at the sight just above you, so close you could lean up and kiss them if you were so brave, and Hilda notices you. Her eyes flicker down to you quickly and it spurs her on- looking forward to the part where you will put your soft tongue on her instead of having this awful fairy’s dirty cunt rubbing all over her.
She spreads her knees a little wider and moves her hips slowly against Mal’s- aiming for the most pressure in their most sensitive places. The sooner they cum and make a mess of each other, the sooner she can sit on your face.
Mal has her eyes closed, picturing you instead of the up-tight queen. It makes her far more responsive to her ministrations. And far more needy. She finds herself reaching around to Hilda’s admittedly amazing ass and dragging her taught against her as they grind. Harder, tighter, sloppier. Soon they’re humping at each other desperately, angling themselves so their cunts connect and cross perfectly with eachother, their lips melding together roughly and their clits sending jolts of pleasure every single time they make contact.
When Mal finally opens her eyes a crack, to see you trailing your fingers down towards your own area, probably searing hot and throbbing at just watching them. She smirks and drags her gaze over to Hilda. The other woman looks focused, determined, but there’s no denying that foggy look in her eyes.
She is loving the Maleficent’s pussy.
“Hm,” Mal gives a half hum/half puff at her. “Grim~… “
“Hilda... and what?” She demands, not looking away from where they connect, very focused on reaching her orgasm and cumming all over the fairy’s abused cunt. Her hands are on Mal’s hips and she helps to press them against each other.
“Look at me… “A very sharp nail makes contact with the soft skin below Hilda’s chin and guides her face upwards, to look at her. “Y/N’s looking rather adorable, aren’t they?... “
At a mention of yourself, your eyes widen like saucers as you look at to their faces. They both look back down to you and, yes- you look overwhelmed and submissive and perfect. “I knew they would.”
Those words from Hilda mean something, the Evil Queen doesn’t hand out compliments for nothing. It causes your lips fall open once again.
-Oh fuck, Hilda thinks. Fuck, fuck, fucking… god, all she wants is to put her cunt in your mouth. What do you expect she’s going to feel when you open your mouth like that??? “Mmmgh,” She groans, halfway between frustrated and pleasured, and turns away from you. She forces her lips onto her Mal’s, which are far softer and far more pleasant then she thought, and thrusts her tongue down her throat as a distraction.
You watch this with shock and lust- their mouths are barely closed so you can see where their tongues collide and you just want to be one of them. You want to do something. You need-
Letting out a frustrated sound of your own, you give in and lean upwards. Your lips find where Mal’s and Hilda’s pretty pussy’s collide and slowly graze your lips over the area in an open mouthed kiss. Just as you’re pressing your hot tongue against them, Hilda bucks her hips and you carefully move back down to the mattress just in time to see Mal hold Hilda’s hips perfectly still against hers- and cum.
Hilda comes as well, leaking her own jizz all over the place. They both let out contended sighs and god, they look like goddesses to you.
Quickly they rub themselves against each other again, spreading their juices all over eachother’s pelvic areas- creating a good amount of mess for you to clean up, then disconnect and sit down; Breathing heavily and recovering from their highs as you sit up and stretch your back.
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Mal’s watching you as you do so, her eyes following the curve of your body until you look back at her- wondering why she’s watching you. When you raise a brow at her, she smirks. “Well?? Who are you going to clean first, love?”
“… Uh,” You look from her, to Hilda for help, and then back to Mal when Hilda proves unhelpful. “What- what do you mean?”
When you look to Hilda this time, she takes pity on you and curls one finger at you; Gesturing for you to go over to her which, obediently, you do. You come to her until she stops you, a hand on your chest, meaning you’re so close to your lips are very nearly touching. Hilda’s giving you a smirk, before she moves off the headboard of her bed and leans in towards your ear.
“You’re going to use your tongue, my dear. Clean us… with your tongue.”
When she leans back against the headboard once again she sees your eyes wide open and shocked, and loves it. Good, she thinks… now part your lips again. Please.
Your eyes slowly move down her body to her glistening groin, and you’re all too happy to go down then and bury your face there. Immediately her fingers are in your hair, scraping painfully over your scalp as her back arches up into your wet mouth. You lick Mal’s cum off of the queen’s skin greedily, spreading your tongue flat against her and taking as much as you can- until you get to her lips. There, you slow really down and dare to tease the Queen a little bit. Even with her claws in your scalp.
You give her clit only little kitten-licks, and slurp against her mound only softly. Taking the flavour from her slowly… and torturously gently.
“Oh, my dear… “Mal chuckles, watching the scene and probably the furious look in Hilda’s eyes with utter amusement. “I wouldn’t do that to her, if I were you… she’s been waiting for your mouth quite~ a~ while~ She’s liable to do something… a little rough, for you.”
“I think they want me to, Maleficent… “ Hilda’s voice is a surprise, above you. Gone is the mischievous, sensual drawl from before… “I can do that.” Now there’s a cold, sharp edge to it. Hollow. And just as you’re about to disconnect your lips from her warm, used, perfect pussy- her fingers slide down from your scalp to the back of your neck and forces you down securely against her.
This woman uses your mouth, now, grinding against your face so all you can do is hold your mouth open for her and stick your tongue out to roll through her holds.
It goes on like this, her using your tongue like a glorified toy and you just taking it like a desperate, obedient, slutty servant, until she cums again directly into your mouth this time. You moan at the flavour, licking into her once again and taking it all as she slows down and lowers her hips back down to the bed.
When you take your mouth away from her this time, she lets you. And as you sit back up properly again she gives you quite a pleased look- returning back to her controlled state, with hooded eyes and almost a frown on her lips. Whoever knew Hilda had such a side to her?… Well, you aren’t complaining. You can still feel her on your tongue.
“I think it’s my turn now, pet~” Mal calls, catching your attention from the other side of the bed.
“Oh- “When you turn your head to her, you’re choked to see her lazily thrusting two long green fingers in and out of her hole as she watched you with Hilda. Oh my god. As if hypnotized, you crawl over to her but before you get the chance to lower yourself to her hole- she takes a finger and guides your lips to hers in a kiss, first.
Its surprisingly gentle compared to how Hilda treated you. Surprising, because you never would have thought Mal would be the softer lover between them. You contend that you shouldn’t judge them without knowing better, again, as she kisses you warmly; Sucking the flavour of Hilda’s cunt and her cum off your tongue.
When its over, and she slowly lets you go, she gives an almost encouraging smile- if it weren’t for the evil glint always in her eyes. “… there. Now you’re clean.”
“… ugh, Mal.” Hilda rolls her eyes from across the bed. The gesture is almost audible, even as Mal has your full attention. “You’re so sentimental.”
“To each their own, Hilly… “
#Evil Queen x Reader#The Evil Queen x Reader#Evil Queen Grimhilde x Reader#Maleficent x Reader#Evil Queen x Maleficent#Evil Queen Grimhilde x Maleficent#The Evil Queen x Maleficent#Smutshot#Disney Villains#Disney Villains x Reader#Smut
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I've been wanting to do this for some time and seeing @beeoftheanxieties reblogging the appreciation posts with the things she loves about each of them finally convinced me to do it <3
This started as a short list of reasons why I love them but it ended up being way longer than I expected so I'll put it under the cut
Nace
This man has no business being so hot but yet so sweet and cute and cuddly. He looks like he gives the best hugs ever (hopefully I can confirm this one day)
He looks like the shy one out of the five of them, but also seems like the kind of person that would be there for you through thick and thin, always listening and understanding
He said he wanted to be a vet and I think that's so cute
He looks so good with glasses
His tattoos are so cool and I need to have a close up of all of them asap. I'm still not over the fact that the sleeve tattoo goes up to his shoulder (and also the fact that *he* designed it like, talk about talent!)
Last but not least (and which might be my fav thing about him), HIS LAUGH. I swear his laugh is one of my favourite things ever, I could listen/watch him laughing all day and never get tired
Jan
Have you seen this man? He's absolutely gorgeous and his hair is amazing
Ngl the pics of him with the red jacket and the joker out hotline video changed me as a person
He's such a sweetheart
He loves cats (Igor my beloved <3)
I do love a math nerd tbh and the way he talks about maths is so fascinating
The way he seems so at ease every time he's playing the guitar, like he's in another world or something
Jure
I love when he smiles and only half his lip sticks up (like some sort of smirk? idk if that's the right word) (I might be projecting a little in this one because it's actually something that I do too because I don't know how to smile with my teeth, so I just smile with my lips closed and it always turns in this sort of smirk and people telling me that I look "too serious", but seeing people complementing his smile makes me less insecure :) )
Edit because I forgot to write this: He's such a mood, I love him
He's just the cutest, most adorable little kitty I wanna pamper him with little kisses
Absolute sunshine boy, I literally smile every single time I see a photo of him
I want to stroke his hair so bad, it looks so soft
He's so energetic and funny and feels like the kind of person that always tries to put a smile on your face (and succeeds)
His love for airplanes is so dear to me
THE MOLE ON HIS LIP (I already posted about it here, it's just so cute 🥹)
Kris
He's just a pretty princess <3
He slays so hard in every pic
I love his hair, especially when it was longer
He's a lesbian icon I don't make the rules
I need more of Kris singing, please and thank you
That freaking b&w striped sweater owns my mind okay?
I love how proud and happy he is of being half dutch and the smile on his face every time someone tells him to say something in dutch is so precious
He seems like the kind of person that messes with his friends (mostly Bojan lol) all the time but will probably start planning your murder if you mess with them
Bojan
Multitalented king and language georg <3
His voice is absolutely amazing
His hair (I know I've said this in all of them but I love all of their hairs so much)
Whatever the whole demoni scream thing is
The way he expresses himself (both talking and singing)
He's so charismatic and friendly and it warms my heart that he always tries to make sure everyone feels included in the conversations
My poor boy deserves better and I wanna fight everyone who's ever done anything bad to him
#i was so close not to post this#but my boys deserve all the love so here we are#i finished this at 2 am yesterday but i waited to post this today#joker out#j/o appreciation post#nace jordan#jan peteh#jure maček#kris guštin#bojan cvjetićanin#mine#maca speaks
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Abbott Elementary Starters !
Taken from season two the 2022 ABC series, Abbott Elementary! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers!
“I took it as an opportunity to grow. Not physically, of course, because I can’t reach the top shelves in my apartment.”
“Sea (Name) is very different than Land (Name).”
“If this is what they expect of us, it’s can’t be unrealistic.”
“Are you about to get evicted?!”
“I thought coming into work a full adult would be my solution, but I’m drowning.”
“I get it now. I’m not not a fan.”
“Then why do I have to see Chris Pratt everywhere?!”
“Oh, I don’t do that anymore. Because I’m in therapy and anger management.”
“Oh, we don’t take bribes — That aren’t in the form of money.”
“I think she’s saying I’m a broke boi.”
“(Name), I said that I don’t want to go to a strip club with you.”
“I hope all the kids aren’t here today. Yesterday, almost everybody was in attendance and it almost broke me.”
“You don’t want to be a corny legend.”
“Ya’ll gotta stop playing God with that boy’s life.”
“I’m not in the mood to improve-d at.”
“(Name) tells me I sound like a lesbian. I’m working on that.”
“And one of those is the right side, which is mine.”
“Are you two in a fight? Looks like ya’ll in a fight.”
“Poison? You know I ain’t poisoning anybody. If I’m taking someone out, I want to watch them go.”
“I’m starting to think that I didn’t grow into the person I’m proud of because of it, but maybe I did despite of it.”
“What’s that I taste? The taste of sweet victory?”
“Who does everybody get so surprised when I say I’ll help? I’m a professional.”
“You time yourself going to the second floor?”
“It don’t count if I don’t have my Fitbit on.”
“I haven’t seen you this made since the bartender cut you off at the batting cages.”
“Disguises, crime, looking hot? These are my specialities.”
“Okay, well, thank you for the donation to my mouth.”
“I’m just one of those people where chaos really affects my mood so I’m just gonna call it a day.”
“Ghost, ghouls and new friends.”
“Oh, like y’all came tell these moderately attractive white men with bears apart.”
“You truly do have the taste of a middle aged midwestern mama.”
“And now you’ve made me an accessory.”
“I Googled it. But I like to maintain that aura of dark mystery.”
“This is cutting into my pre happy hour hour.”
“All these wasted eggs when the (Name) is in town. Now I’ve got to throw a Molotov cocktail at their bus.”
“And I want to shield them with the best defense: Positivity.”
“The emergency is… I don’t feel like it right now.”
“Merry Capitalism to you all.”
“You know what? They’re a lot like paint fumes. Small doses? Fine — Even somewhat enjoyable. But too much just gives you a headache.”
“Yeah, after I introduce myself, you know. Start dating, get super clingy, abs go through his phone he might be.”
“That’s right. Now go ahead and make Juvenile proud.”
“Is that my work husband grinding on my work nemesis?”
“I’m sorry, you look like you’re in deep thought.”
“I drink a lot of Snapple so I kind of know some facts.”
“I know plenty of people who have counted me out before and, while I have absolutely no way of confirming this, I’m positive they’re all dead.”
“Sorry, so your- You dad, he hired an actor to play his child instead of just asking you?”
“Don’t look at me like that, he gave me his number.”
“I was both the hostage negotiator and the hostage.”
“Well, I’m a pacifist. You mess with me, I’ll pass a fist across your face.”
“We are watching the first Toy Story because the third one makes me cry.”
“What in the Earth, Wind and Fire is going on here?!”
“Okay. She’s robbed a child.”
“Aw. Disposable income.”
“Do you want to pinch my cheeks? My mom says it helps.”
“Well, that was before I realized that I have an insecure attachment style. I now recognize it for the disdain that it is.”
“I don’t think an adult has ever apologized to me before.”
“I will kick your (Name)-loving Valentine’s Day ass right out of this building.”
“Shame. So hot, yet so annoying.”
“I am one minor inconvenience away from putting this whole day in rice.”
“Mandates are nothing more than fervent suggestions.”
“Just because you got a round face like the Teletubbies sun baby doesn’t mean that the world revolves around you.”
“It’s cool that no matter what I do, no one is happy.”
“Let’s say that (Name) has a bubbly personality to cover up deep-seated mommy issues.”
“The silver lining about dating is that you only have to be correct about someone /once./“
“Last night, as the kids would say, was a film.”
“That is bisexual erasure. I expected better from you.”
“You’re a dork but you’re messy.”
“Weird cash floating around? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Come on. Let’s go bully some sensitive artists.”
“Now you two need to get on board. Who we fighting first?”
“That’s why Mothers Day was invented. So less mothers would leave their families.”
“Don’t give Jesus my credit.”
“Nothing good has ever come from nerds whispering.”
“It’s because you abandon people, and it’s nice to finally hear you say it out loud.”
“People had hopes for you, and they gave up on me!”
“I get why you left (Name), it just kind of felt like you left me, too.”
“My night terrors have spread into day terrors. I can’t tell if I’m asleep right now or if this is some kind of waking nightmare.”
“Why can’t you ever give me credit for a good idea?”
“My lies don’t discriminate.”
“Never have I been so happy to hear such explicit content.”
“At the end of the day, they have to decide who they want to be. And this one decided to be a jackass.”
“So what you’re going to do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, come back here tomorrow and do your job.”
“People have thrown dirt on my name, others have given flowers. It’s all a garden to me.”
“I love the company of others. But I’m trying to like my own.”
“I’m just gonna go back to avoiding her and never asking her for anything.”
“You would beat my ass, wouldn’t you?”
“The key to never getting your ass beat? Knowing when someone can beat your ass.”
“Note to self: New way to manipulate. Step one: have a daughter. Step two: Play the long game.”
“I’m a master forager. My speciality? Mushrooms.”
“I don’t know how to leave this conversation.”
“I’m counting on those tiny fists for very precise blows.”
“Yeah. I take all your recommendations seriously — I want to know why you like stuff.”
“Uh-uh. I don’t like clanks in bags. Clank-clank leads to clink-clink.”
“No wonder your dad’s a landscaper, the way you beat around the bush.”
“You need to be better at hiding things with your face.”
“Everybody I like knows it. (Name) and Diego Luna has seen my tweets.”
“If I don’t get a smooth eleven hours, I get a little handsy.”
#abbott elementary spoilers#roleplay meme#rp meme#sentence starters#sentence meme#starter sentences#ask meme#ask prompts#inbox memes#inbox prompts#television sentence starters#the way that i'm obsessed with this show ...
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Okay so you said we can send transfem headcanons SO here's two wlw Kazuichi ships. A messed up one and a cute one for flavor.
Kazujunko in this context is so interesting to me because I think Junko would realize Kaz is trans before she's even fully realized it herself, and absolutely use that to manipulate her into despair. She'd play the part of supportive girlfriend who teaches her about make-up and clothes but then fill her head with how the rest of society will mistreat and disrespect her, and how that will never change. How she has no option but to join her, and destroy society before it destroys her.
On the cute side: Soudabuki! I think Ibuki would do great at pulling Kaz out of her shell, help her find a style that fits her and makes her feel comfortable in herself for once. Plus, Kaz has a lot of issues with her appearance and self esteem so I think someone like Ibuki, who would 100% tell her she's hot to her face without shame, would do wonders for her. Also Ibuki directly rejects her in canon, so I think I'd be funny if Ibuki wasn't into guy Kaz but the second Kaz is now a girl Ibuki goes full AWOOGA for her like she does for Peko.
YEAAAH these are both so good!! Tbh I have a big brOTP soft spot for. Well, all the SDR2 kids, because I think SDR2 does by far the best in this aspect, but in particular Kazuichi and Ibuki. The whole scene in the second chapter of everybody meeting up at the restaurant is just so fundamentally Queer Teen Friend Group Meeting Up Outside School Hours. A lesbian and someone who thinks they're the token straight (they are not) talking about how hot girls are. Guy everyone in the friend group has a crush on was dragged along because he has nothing better to do. Everyone here should be tested for autism. It's all there babey
And Kaz and Ibuki in particular have a soft spot for me because they satisfy a big narrative hole in SDR2, with Kazuichi as the only survivor without someone who sacrificed themself on his behalf, and the third trial being the only one that doesn't have this sort of self sacrificial theme. I privately like to pretend that Ibuki somehow kept Kazuichi from getting the Despair Disease as her Best Bro She Talks Abt Girls With.
I love them as a M/F friendship, because I just love M/F friendships so much. But I'm DELIGHTED by the concept of transfem Kazuichi/Ibuki. The pipeline of "bro I talk about hot girls with" to "hot girl I talk about with friends" is so real. Kazuichi like "We'll still be cool right? We'll still talk girls?" and Ibuki going "Yeah of course! (HAJIME GET OVER HERE KAZ HAS BOOBS AND THEYRE SO HOT)"
#and we ALWAYS love a manipulative junko ship!!#i just chose to focus on kaz and ibuki because When Will I Ever Get The Chance To Gush About Their Friendship/Possible Lesbian Romance Again#asks#anon#talk to the mod#transfem kazuichi
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GAP The Series Episode 5 Thoughts
Whew! Thought for a second there that they were going to deprive us of jealous Sam. Kinda like the way they deprived us of the kiss at the end of episode 3, and then started episode 4 without picking up from where they left off in the pool. But it looks like we are starting this episode with a face full of jealous Sam and I am HERE FOR IT!!!
2. Tee's little head tilt is like "oooooh. She angry, Angry". Yes Tee. Y'all's little stunt worked too well and now she's pissed. But because I know sapphic jealousy usually leads to sapphic confessions and hopefully some kissing, I'll say please take the jealous rants like a champ, and thank you for doing us all a solid!
3. Sam's like "Prawns are for my beloved. You touch them. You lose your hand." And as someone who loves prawns and hates having to share them... Thank you Sam. You make me feel seen. Now pass me some prawns. I'm hungry!!!
4. Also, I'm sure I read somewhere that shellfish are an aphrodisiac, in which case... Sam. I see what you did there!
5. Tee's really pushing Sam's buttons. See? This right here is why we say butch lesbians are the backbone of our community! Look at Tee putting in all that work to force Sam into confessing her feelings. We stan an icon!!!
6. Awww Sam. Look at you upset at their gentle teasing. Nobody's laughing at you. Tee's just laying the groundwork for you to confess to your girl that you're jealous, and then you both can get to kissing (LIKE WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE LAST 4 EPISODES!!!!).
7. I swear Sam. With how green you've turned, you owe Tee an apologies and gifts. This here is a PSA to treat your local butch lesbian with all the love and care cuz they are amazing, and I REPEAT, are the backbone of our community!!! Go Tee!!!!
8. Sam, honey. Sure Mon is learning to speak Sam, but she's still learning. You are going to have to use your words. Also, my girl still needs to grill you for ignoring all her messages while you were out, getting yapped at by Kirk the snitch! Don't think either of us have forgotten that!
9. Sam, requests for hot coffee; gets hot coffee, and then complains that coffee is hot. Also Sam, acts all jealous and snippy, doesn't give Mon a chance to say a word the previous night, and now is huffy that Mon hasn't texted her. Me, watching the hot ass mess that is Khun Sam:
10. Mon sweetheart. I know you love her ass. I do too. But you have to at least finagle an apology from ya girl. She stood you up on your date, ignored your messages, threw a jealous tantrum and gave you the cold shoulder. Sure she's cute and will look adorable as a little river prawn, but nevertheless, ASK FOR AN APOLOGY!!!!
11. Oooooh. Love the casual "well you already had prawns with Kirk so I'm sure you don't want to have prawns with me" that Mon tossed into their text exchange. You go girl. Finagle yourself that apology. Let Khun Sam know that she doesn't have the monopoly on being jealous!
12. I swear Sam. You're lucky you're pretty. All this bourgeois way of looking down on us poor folks, has me feeling pretty irritated. But then I look up, see your face, and all is forgiven. Urgh!
13. Sam, you can't leave her pinky finger hanging like that. Come on. Look at that little lonely thing. It needs another pinky finger to feel connected. Smoosh your pinky finger with hers! The way you know you want to smoosh your lips to hers! Come on Sam!
14. OMG. She doesn't know what the pinky promise is? Or that that's a finger heart? I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Poor Khun Sam. Urgh!!!
15. She's not taking the pictures because she's addicted to social media Khun Sam. She's taking them to remember her second date with you! And just like last time you both would probably start taking couple selfies at some point.
16. There is no way Mon doesn't know what she's doing. Talking about Chin sending her stickers on LINE and him flirting. She totally noticed that Sam's been green since the previous night, and is rubbing it in. In which case...
17. OMG!!!! Sam's little puffed up cheeks! DEAD y'all. I'm DEAD!!!!
18. Awwww that little moment of Sam, thinking she is alone, and letting herself swing back and forth on the swing, only to return to perfect stillness when Mon comes back, breaks me. This is all the fault of the witch that is her grandmother! I just know it! Wouldn’t let the poor girl be a child and play like one. Urgh!!
19. I get what they're trying to do with the negatives actually imply a positive because of the way Sam grew up and how she's been forced into things she doesn't like, by her grandmother (for example. Kirk is a good example of this. Although she likes him as a friend, she doesn't like him romantically; not like her grandmother would even care). But still, at some point, I wil need Sam to ACTUALLY SAY THE WORDS!! No double negatives. No indirectly telling her. I need her to actually say "I like you". Not for Mon to decipher it in the things she isn't saying.
20. The way I LOVE how this show is just employing the use of all the tropes!!!! Now we have the messy eater trope, and I AM SCREAMING!!!! I swear, if they don't kiss this very instant!!! Your fingers are already on her lips Sam. KISS HER RIGHT NOW GODDAMNIT!!!
21. OMG! It's happening. It's happening. "Bite my nose and I'll bite your lips". OMG!!!! We are getting a kiss!! WE ARE GETTING A KISS!!!!
22. What do you mean by friends don't do this. Girl! SHUT UP AND LET HER KISS YOU! Do you know how long we've been waiting for this??? URGH!!!
23. Oh God! Not fucking Nop with his fucking heterosexual ways, interrupting our kiss. NOP. She is gay, and in love with her boss. SHE IS NOT INTERESTED IN YOU. Let it go! Let her go! It's a nope from all of us Nop. Leave the sapphics alone! Urgh!
24. The way Sam is licking her lips while staring at Mon. Gods. She wants to kiss her so bad!!! THE LONGING y'all!!! THE LONGING!!!!! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
25. Oh god! NOT FUCKING NOP AGAIN! I need someone to carry this boy and throw him in a trash can. Pussy-blocking piece of shit!
26. Same Sam. Same. I totally want to kick his ass too. The audacity to try and collect the prawns. Boy, was she talking to you??? Rude, entitled asswipe!
27. Jealous Sam is speaking FACTS!!! You go my queen! TELL THAT BOY THE TRUTH!! We all see past his "nice-boy" act! Eviscerate him in every way that counts. Speak those unpleasant truths that Mon can't say. See? This right here is why Sam is queen!!!!
28. Mon is like "nope. Not having this conversation. You both are not allowed to play a tug-of-war over who 'owns' me," and you know what? Valid. Absolutely valid.
29. Whatever she was "doing" with Sam, is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS Nop! Urgh! I really really can't stand his ass. The audacity he has to ask her these questions. She doesn't need to answer you. She DOES NOT ANSWER TO YOU!
30. "This is so harsh" my ass. You keep pushing and prodding, and now that she's put you in your place, you're acting all hurt. Get the fuck out of here!
31. Rejected. Wet. And pitiful. It's what you deserve Nop. It's what you deserve.
32. At this rate, Mon might just accidentally blurt out the truth of her and Sam's relationship, without anyone asking her. Hehehehehe.
33. Poor Chin. This is what you get for making Sam jealous with your stickers.
34. The desperate need to have your crush follow you back on social media. I feel you on that Sam. I feel you!!
35. Sam, I love you and your fake scamming account profile. Please never change. ROFL!!!!
36. Sam. Girl. Are you trying to break the World Guinness record for number of stickers sent in a minute??? Hehehehe. I swear, Sam's jealousy at Chin's sticker game is SENDING ME!!!
37. Oh damn! I've never seen a sexier nose bite! Wow. Just wow! But also GJHGJHGHJGHJGJHG. DOES THIS MEAN THE KISS IS HAPPENING??? OMG! OMG! OMGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
38. Oh God. The sound I just made. That lip bite. Jesus fucking Christ. That lip bite. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. And the eye-fucking that followed. But with no kiss following it? I am ruined!!! They haven't kissed yet and I am already ruined. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
39. Hehehehe. Sam being all slick like "come to my house. You can sit. You can lie down. You can use my free wifi. And the air-con will have you nice and cool. You can finish up on work" and all I'm hearing is the silent but very loud "AND WE CAN MAKE OUT. OH GODS CAN WE MAKE OUT. YOU AND ME. SCISSORING TILL THE SUN RISES". Rofl. I love her your honour. I love her so much!!!
40. Oooooh. I love the nod to Sam getting Mon her own pajamas, in her favourite colour. It's a nice contrast to the first night Mon spent at her house and had to go to sleep in Sam's own colour and clothes. *Squeal*!!!
41. Her fake yawning and sighs are sooo cute. Mon, have mercy. Sam wants you in her bed and under her. Let's get to some sexy times. Please. Gods. We have been waiting for this for like forever!!!
42. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. That was a perfect first kiss. Why am I crying so much. That was beautiful. The laughing. Sam cupping Mon's cheek. Sam's lips pressed to Mon's lower lips. The finger sliding across Mon's lips, then back to cheek. The eye contact. Sliding back in to kiss her some more. Hands cupping her jaw. I am a PUDDLE!!!
43. Mon, you have released a monster. Sam will be wanting to taste those lips every other minute. Brace yourself.
44. Hold the fuck up! Did this bitch just pop open a pen with her mouth, whilst eye-fucking us???? Sam. WHAT THE FUCK?!!! You are NOT allowed to do that! Spare us! Spare some mercy please. WHAT THE FUCK??? Also, did anyone else think of bullet vibrators when she did that? The small ones? Cuz the way she has that in her mouth has me feeling things. And thinking things. And fuuuuuuuuck.
45. That wink! Sam! Who are you? Mon you've unleashed the kraken. And on behalf of ALL of us, we say thank you!!
46. The SCOY reference. YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
47. Sam running her fingers through her hair. Oh God. Everything she does at this point is going to make me incredibly horny isn't it?
48. I really appreciate the fact that everyone who made this show know that sapphics spend an inordinate amount of time, looking at women's fingers (the girls that get it, get it), and the way the camera keeps panning to Sam's fingers, and the way they slide and glide and move their way around Mon's body... Lord, have mercy. Or rather I should say... Sam, have mercy.
49. I swear Martha/Jim is my favourite. Rofl! Yes please. Let's put her grandmother in a box. Then have a procession and bury her in the ground. Put garlic around it as well of course. Just in case she really turns out to be a vampire and decides she wants to pop out of her grave.
50. Girls. Is that the end of the call? But y'all didn't agree on ANYTHING. Rofl.
51. Sam is so funny. Girl, EVERY worker has a strong urge to spend money after they get paid. We console ourselves on having survived a full month of working, with some retail therapy. It's called a coping mechanism.
52. I love that Yuki's now part of their friend group as well. I knew I caught sapphic vibes from her when she was playacting with Mon, as Sam before Mon's first day. You go Yuki. Let Tee treat you like the Queen you are!!
53. Sam's friends are the absolute best!!! This birthday party's cute AF!!!
54. Awwwwww. Mon is so sad that she couldn't get her a birthday present on the scale of her friends.. My sweet baby. Just having you in her life is enough of a present. But I totally understand why you're so sad though.
55. I saw what you did there Sam. That lip balm is a present for you both. Cuz now when you kiss, she'll taste like strawberries. Khun Sam is so smart!!
Aaaaaand next episode's preview looks like things will stay spicy. I love it!!!
@ellaspore here are my thoughts for episode 5. It's long AF, but so many things happened and GAH!!! I AM STILL SQUEALING!!!!
#gap#gap the series#gap yuri#gap episode thoughts#noria watches gap#gap episode 5#freenbecky#beckyfreen#freen sarocha#becky armstrong#monsam#sammon#mon x sam#sam x mon#this has been a long long post#but gods this episode made it so worth it#it's now almost 4am my time#heading to bed now
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Cupid’s Punk!
1- so it feels real
There is both terror and freedom in restarting your life. Not in a cosmic sense, but in the moving-across-the-country-and-leaving-everyone-you-knew-on-the-opposite-coast sense. That is where Scarlet found herself this morning. Eyes red from her jetlag, hair a mess from the uncomfortable seats, and a puffy-eyed death stare meeting her from the scratched bathroom mirror. Even with her fresh start, the fresh apartment, she was not ready for her first day at a new job in this new, unfamiliar city. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to forget. She wanted to go back to her home with—a pang of heartbreak through her chest interrupted the thought. That home was no longer there, and no one was waiting for her to come home.
Instead, Scarlet let out a dejected sigh, opened the cardboard moving box that contained the toiletries that were not in her carry-on, and got in the shower. She was up far earlier than she realistically needed to be, to make sure she could wash her hair, shave her legs, and still have plenty of time for makeup and a relaxed cab ride to work. The pipes whined and hot water splashed her face as the new-ish utilities sprung to life. She focused on getting the sleep out of her eyes.
She resented her own anxious, over-prepare-until-exhausted tendencies. Yet Scarlet knew that on mornings where she didn’t do this, she was late. It was part of why she’d lost her last position as a Library clerk. God, that feels like a lifetime ago. If I started taking those then…what if... Scarlet let the thought drift up with the steam, and focused on the rigorous maintenance that her curly, shoulder-length bob required. The rest of the shower went likewise. She would move on to some other form of self-grooming, only for another intrusive thought to appear, and she would do her best to let it roll off of her. By the time she was done, dripping into a towel and stepping out, she had gotten most of the self loathing scrubbed off. Scarlet turned to face the same mirror. She wiped the fogged glass with one pale hand, and the same dead-eyed look greeted her. Scarlet forced a smile, hollow but just enough to come across as courteous and eager, rather than like a retail worker who was dead inside. She had plenty of practice masking in this way.
Her breakfast was a microwaved cup of coffee and protein bar, the leftovers from her flight. She’d have to go to the grocery after work. She ate just enough to then turn to her prescriptions, the small, resentful white triangles tasting bitter and frustrating, her knowing that it was a 50/50 on whether she would be vomiting before lunch. The three small blue estrogen pills had to melt sublingually, and wouldn’t upset her stomach. They did, however, taste like minty asshole as they dissolved under her tongue while she started her makeup routine. It went quickly, Scarlet’s old “professional” looks still in her head after years of rushed mornings where her mediocre nutrition and makeup routine battled for time. Her hands danced; brushing, patting, dabbing, blending, and setting at a quick but deliberate pace.
This wasn’t Scarlet’s first time working places that made her tone down her looks and cover her smattering of artsy tattoos that criss crossed her arms. Her new boss had assured her however, that so long as she wore at least business casual and none of the tattoos visible were profane, no one would care. Simple enough to cover the guillotine on her shoulder blade or the shoddy stick and poke of her highschool bff’s band “The Fart Coffins” on the opposite blade. She only sometimes regretted that one out of any of the designs on her body. She finished with a modest amount of very neutral blush, and got up to dress in the outfit she had laid out the night before. A simple white blouse and black skirt, black tie, black flats. Should show a good first impression for a secretary of a legal office. She couldn’t help but roll the sleeves partially, however, showing hints and edges of her ink.
Scarlet made sure her hair was dry, shook her head as a jolt of the last taste of estrogen left her mouth, and called for her cab. Just before leaving, she packed her purse, and heard an unfamiliar jingling at the bottom. Fishing through the myriad receipts, dust bunnies and half finished chapsticks, she finally found the culprit, and her heart dropped. A simple gold ring, with an inscription inside; Futile – the winds –/ To a Heart in port –The singular band was heavy in her hand, and Scarlet felt the heartbreak all over again. She wanted nothing more than to scream. She wanted to sob until her throat was hoarse, to wail in pain. She wanted to call her. Instead, she tenderly wiped the welling tear in one eye to preserve her mascara, roughly threw open the drawer to toss the precious bomb in with a clatter. The front door slammed and locked behind her.
The cab hummed quietly as it rode down the dense city streets, and Scarlet focused on taking in the sites of tree leaves slowly changing color through the cab window. She was headed further downtown from her new apartment, and even still there were beautiful trees she wasn’t familiar with. This is exactly what I thought the East Coast to look like, and yet it’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined, she mused to herself. She was used to her hometown in the Bay, the palms and pines of the San Francisco and Oakland areas all she had made friends with until now. The trees were dotted in front of the tall downtown shops, looking like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. She took a picture every now and again, killing time until her quiet cab driver pulled over to a sidewalk. Scarlet smoothed her skirt, handed the man his fare and a tip, and stepped out in front of a small office building. Her flats echoed against the shiny, reflective tile as she followed signs and elevator directories to Kane Arbitration & Mediation Legal Services. The interior of the elevator shined, polished enough that Scarlet could see her own reflection.
She took a moment as she rode to the fourth floor, using the reflection to adjust her skirt. She was so tall that no matter what she wore, it always eventually turned into a skirt shorter than intended, and that was the last thing she wanted to project on her first day. Once the soft fabric was in place, better resting on her hips and covering much of her long thighs, she noticed she had arrived. Scarlet swallowed, her nerves making it louder than she had wanted, and exited as the doors parted.
Kane Legal was one of the only offices on this floor, and it didn’t take her long to find, but she paused outside the door anyway. She took solace in the fact her new employer wouldn’t be able to see her through the doors frosted glass. Scarlet had a moment to steady the shaking in her hands.
There’s nothing left for you back there. This has to work. You have no other option. The thought was supposed to be comforting.
She opened the door and recalled all the times that thought would light a fire in her—to ignite the contrarian and spiteful nature she had to anyone that doubted her. A year ago, this would have made her unstoppable…but the last year was harder than she could have ever predicted.
The reception area of the office was nicely decorated, looking like the kind you’d see on a mid-budget daytime law drama. No one was at the desk that she assumed would be hers, so she tried to peer around a corner leading to what she assumed would be Miss Kane’s proper office. Sure enough, a door at the end of the hall was open and revealed a head of deep black hair peaking just over the top of a large computer monitor. Scarlet took a moment for them to notice her.
In another life, Scarlet would have confidently marched into the office, head held high, with enough swagger to convince anyone that she owned this office. Now the poor girl stood there, shivering as her future awaited. The Scarlet of a year ago would have left this newer Scarlet behind, just like the one she cared about the most. She prayed this wasn’t some kind of test.
“Excuse me?” She called out, causing the head to twitch, “I’m looking for Miss Kane?”
The top of the head rose for a pair of eyes to see just over the top, and then a hand brusquely slid the monitor on a pivoting stand out of the way. Scarlet recognized her now, the telltale hazel, almost golden eyes and a striking streak of platinum blonde to one side having stuck with her since their video interview.
“And you have found her.” Her voice merrily sang, reverberating down the tiled hall. She stood. “You must be Ms. Finch. I am so glad to finally get you out here. May I be the first to properly welcome you to Caulfield Valley, I hope your flight was smooth?”
Scarlet was immediately put off balance, having to look up at someone for once. Even if Emilia Kane hadn’t been in imposing black heels, she would easily have three inches on the six feet even Scarlet. She effortlessly glided down the hall towards Scarlet, her hand outstretched. Scarlet met her, returning her’s for a handshake. The taller woman’s hands were so soft.
“Ah, t-thank you, Ma’am.” She politely smiled, and decided to rest her hands on the strap of her purse so as to not fidget. “I appreciate that, it was a long flight.” She wanted to divulge how exhausted and sore she was, but held back.
“That is such a shame.” Emilia twisted her mouth into a concerned frown for a moment, a hand grabbing her chin in thought. “If you ever need to fly for me again, I can make sure you have better accommodations. Thankfully, your first day probably will not be too demanding. I am hoping to simply get you familiar with the way I organize best and have you operating at full speed before my next big meeting in…,” She checked the date on her phone, pulling it from the breast pocket of her dark green suit, “-three days. Does all that sound good?”
Scarlet sighed in relief. “More than good, Ma’am, I’m sure I can be up to snuff by the end of the day.” She was a tiny bit surprised by how confident she sounded.
“Oh please, Ma’am makes me feel old.” She waved a hand as if shooing the notion away, “I know to most it is respectful, but I prefer ‘Miss’ or just Emilia if it is all the same to you.” She rested the same hand now on her hips, which Scarlet noted were surprisingly accented in this type of suit. She nodded in response, and Emilia gestured for her to sit in the chair behind the receptionist desk.
The woman looked like she was off a runway, the two piece suit and platinum jewelry complimenting her intense eyes and the vibrant streak of silver- no, platinum blonde in her hair. The hazel of her eyes became almost amber-gold as the light from the windows caught them. When her new employer wasn’t looking, she shook her head to erase the thoughts. Scarlet couldn’t exactly be thinking about how attractive her boss was if she didn’t want to risk her new living situation.
“—and your last employer said you were familiar with all of these programs, is that right?” The question snapped Scarlet back to reality as Emilia motioned to the open windows of the computer.
“That’s right. All of this is right in my wheelhouse.” Scarlet affirmed, grateful that the job didn’t seem to have any sudden surprises. “And this looks like a pretty standard inter-office set up on the phones as well. Would you prefer a call or a ping on your computer when you have a call or a client?” She hoped the question would help make her seem competent and ‘a go-getter,’ something her father had told her once upon a time about starting a new job.
“A call is fine unless I am already with a client. If I do not respond, you may call regardless.” Emilia said, a small smile of approval spreading across her red lips. “On the topic of clients, occasionally you are to sit in for meetings and you will be taking notes. These are legal matters and meet the standard of attorney-client-privilege. So it is vitally important you understand that anything you hear or write down in those meetings are confidential, but could end up under scrutiny if we were ever to be sued or subpoenaed. Are you comfortable with that?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” Scarlet nodded, “To be clear, any notes I take are private between you and I unless that happens right? Like—” she kicked herself for her valleygirl filler word, and tried to recover, “a doctor? For example, I wouldn’t talk about this with anyone except you or the client, even during off hours?” Scarlet couldn’t lie to herself and say that didn’t make her anxious. Her understanding of the legal system told her there were a million and one ways to mess up proceedings if everyone didn’t know them ahead of time. The clarity would help alleviate that anxiety.
“Exactly. We can talk about it informally outside of the office but we must use discretion. God forbid you run into a client at a bar, make sure neither of you are shouting without realizing. However you got the most important part. Good job.” Something inside Scarlet warmed at her new boss’s approval. Emilia’s phone lit up and began ringing in her hand. She rolled her eyes. “I have to take this,” she explained, grabbing a small packet from the top drawer of the desk, “Just answer the phone if any calls come in and start filling this out with your info so I can make payments and records and such. It will only take a moment!” Emilia walked back up the hall, closing the door of her office. Scarlet could hear her talking in a tone that sounded professional and even, but couldn’t make out anything specific.
When Scarlet realized she could not eavesdrop, no matter how hard she tried to focus, she instead grabbed a pen from the desk and focused on the forms. They were typical of starting with any new employer: tax info, new address, signing agreements. Scarlet was sorely missing the over-designed packets she would receive on her first day at each of the oversized chain stores she had grown up working at. The kind that tries to convince the reader that “we’re a family here,” isn’t the same as “your boss will not give a single shit about you if you think for yourself.” They were always a riot to laugh at with her fellow cashiers, clerks, and baristas.
Everything was astonishingly professional, and felt tailored to the tiny law office. The forms were of course up to every standard Scarlet was aware of, but everything appeared handwritten and then copied from a master document. The young woman marveled at the curves and loops that seemed so practiced, so official. Calligraphy as a hobby?
Scarlet’s daydream was broken as the phone rang. Her arm sprung to life, grabbing the phone and bringing it to her ear. “Hello, Legal Offices of Miss Kane, how can I help you?” Her mind auto piloted the greeting, a tactic she’d learned as a young adult to perform before any social anxiety made her hesitate to answer.
There was a silent beat, broken only by soft background hum from the receiver. A deeper voice finally spoke. “Oh, is Miss Kane not in?”
“I’m sorry, she’s stepped away for another call. I’m the new secretary.” The professional mask came back to her like a second skin, despite over a year of disuse. “Can I take a message for you?” Scarlet offered.
“Er,” The voice stammered for a moment, then clarified, “Yeah. Actually, you can tell her that I have to back out of Friday’s meeting, I won’t be rescheduling. She can keep the deposit. Goodbye.” Scarlet busied herself scribbling the note down.
“Wait, I’ll need to tell her your name.” She tried to catch the man before he disconnected.
It was too late, the line went dead. Scarlet took a confused look at the receiver before returning it to the cradle. She tried to imagine what would have someone behaving this way, but even her previous customer support and retail work did not track here. Scarlet merely blinked in confusion and returned to filling her new employment forms. She could hear the muffled speech of her new boss, not able to pick distinct words, only cadence. The forms were dull and simple enough, and before too long Emilia’s office door clicked open.
Scarlet was finishing the bottom lines of the last page, hoping quietly to impress the imposing woman, as childish as that want may be. Emilia’s heels marked her approach down the hall, and Scarlet spun gracefully in her swivel chair to face her. “Did I hear a call come in while I was gone?”
“You did, and I've got a message,” Scarlet tried her best to sound professional yet nonchalant, “your Friday meeting canceled, said to keep his deposit.” She looked up to Emilia to gauge her superior’s reaction. Emilia gave nothing but a solitary eyebrow twitch. “He didn’t leave a name and hung up…is that normal?”
“Whether it’s normal or not, we get to keep the deposit for my time, and that’s what matters to me.” Emilia said, too hurried to be as casual. Scarlet decided to just let that slip.There was something going on here, but she would catch the intricacies of the client relationships soon enough.
Emilia very pointedly avoided her gaze to check the time, and excused herself again. The rest of the day moved slowly, save for asking Scarlet for a coffee run in the afternoon, which turned into buying a cafe scone for Scarlet’s lunch as well.
She busied herself with memorizing the upcoming schedule, the program, and the routine expected of her. She tried not to fidget as the caffeine had its way with her later in the day. The bouncing of her leg coincided with an increase in worry. Would she have another reaction to this medication like her last, and be unable to sleep? Would Emilia be angry that she wasn’t being proactive in some way? How was she supposed to know? She paused, trying to stop ruminating. She lifted her hands away from the keyboard. They were shaking, and she squeezed her eyes closed. When Scarlet opened them, they focused through her fingers, at the sticky note she had written down the message, and the smaller coffee order beneath it. Sighing, she wrote down the coffee order on her phone and on her desktop notepad. If she could do nothing, she would be constructive and prepared for the future.
Her hands kept shaking for the remainder of the shift. Scarlet wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety, the caffeine, or her meds. She’d been so isolated until moving she hadn’t noticed if the shaking started then. Just past five, Emilia’s heels clicked down the hall, a smart designer purse over one shoulder. “Now, is there anything I can clarify before we leave?” Her voice sang again and the hall reverberated in tune with her voice like Brian Eno was behind it. Scarlet shook her head, smiling with her mask back on as she spun to face Emilia again.
“Thank you so much, but I don’t think I’ve got any questions yet.” Scarlet wanted to be sincere in thanking her, drop the facade and business-casual tone. Speaking without rehearsal tended to bite her in the ass lately. She squeezed her hands between her thighs to try and avoid any probing questions. Scarlet could only imagine suspicious and overbearing concern at best if her new boss thought there was something wrong with her medically.
“Is there anything else I can help with? I’ve just been organizing your schedule and getting used to the layout in here all day.” She desperately wanted to get her groceries before it was too dark.
“No thank you, Scarlet. You’ve already helped me enormously, you have no idea.” Emilia ushered Scarlet out the door, and locked it behind her.
* *
If one thing in the world could be counted on, it was chain stores being identical on the inside. Scarlet pushed an identically squeaky cart up identically packed aisles among indistinguishable brands. The only difference really seemed to be the accents. She approached bulk rice bags, hesitated, and drew out her phone with dread. Her meager bank account balance confirmed her fears, and she begrudgingly went for the generic. Other staples like cheap instant ramen and pasta followed suit. The sole splurge was the cheapest, sweetest, garbage brand of red wine she could find.
Her cab ride was identical, save for the setting sun behind her. Purples and oranges and cotton-candy-clouds danced behind her, out of view, as she slowly sank her head against the cool glass of the window. At least the trees are still pretty. She raised her phone again to try and take a picture, but the camera went grainy in the growing dark.
Her new apartment greeted her with the same lonely tone as when she first received the keys. It was cold, it was empty, the furnishings were bland and picked by the property management company. Nothing here was hers yet, save the stacked boxes of cardboard. Her tired arms carried the groceries to their appropriate resting places, and she cracked open the wine before settling on the couch. Out of habit she reached for her remote, only to remember she didn’t have a TV yet. Sold for the moving expenses.
Scarlet was so tired of sighing. She took a swig of wine, an old comfort that was basically a juicebox and rubbing alcohol that reminded her of being broke in college. She opened her phone, wishing for any stimulation. Her friends, (rather former friends) were still posting stories, still sharing their bad takes and inane jokes. She considered getting off the couch to do the same. It was all performative anyway, right? But the energy wouldn’t come when she called out for it. Another sip, and she swapped apps. Scarlet noticed the singular blink of darkness on her phone’s screen.
“Please, you piece of shit. I really can’t afford you to die right now.” Her worries seemed unfounded, as the brilliant screen returned and the malfunction wasn’t replicated for the rest of the night. What was strange, however, were the kinds of new accounts she was being recommended as she scrolled her timeline.
Now, Scarlet was no prude. She enjoyed fucking and her alone time as much as anyone. Estrogen and Progesterone even maybe had her hornier than the average. But her timeline wasn’t full of this much smut. She had friends in the sex work game, but she didn’t exactly like, share, favorite, reblog, or any other influencer verb their content. Another website breaking their algorithm again?
Even if Dani did porn, she didn’t do this kind of porn. Morbid curiosity, and a slight increase in her pulse, beckoned Scarlet onward.
Drawings, videos, and staged photos of women in things she’d only seen in racy HBO content. She didn’t even know what to call the more intricate…props…but felt herself linger on a clip of a woman riding a…pleasure machine plugged into the wall behind her. Scarlet’s face matched her namesake and she scrolled on. A woman sitting at a home office, the quintessential framing of every vlog you’ve ever watched. Finally somebody is fucking sane in this world. She clicked the video without even reading the caption, and the perky eyed labrador retriever of a woman began to speak.
“Hi everybody! This is the Channel of O. SO!” The blonde clapped for emphasis. “You’re trying to learn about BDSM, and you have no idea where to start.” Scarlet’s eyes went wide, she took another sip, and watched the woman jumpcut and explain through terrible jokes. It was a trainwreck, steam engines exploding in her mind. It made her hot in the crotch. Scarlet finished her glass, finished the video, and poured herself another while going deeper to the woman’s personal channel. More videos, more introductory guides. Scarlet polished the second glass, and was too engrossed despite the initial impulse to cringe to even pour another.
Her alarm rang to remind her to take the rest of her medication, pulling her out of her trance.How long had she been zoned out? It was eight thirty. Losing track of time like that wasn’t uncommon for her and this diversion was welcome. She resigned herself and went to go take another dose of bitter antidepressants and her dose of Progesterone. Once the poison was administered, she looked across her kitchen to the counter where she left her phone. It lay there, like a metal megalith, imposing despite being a little plastic rectangle. Scarlet had to gather her nerve just to walk across the room and lift the damn thing. Once it was back in her hand, she used shaking hands to unlock it. The Channel of O was still smiling up at her, and she felt her cheeks getting redder.
Her glass of wine was forgotten as she brought her phone to her bedroom. She unboxed her duvet, and sat on the soft material as the video resumed. Scarlet was enthralled, soaking in every bit of knowledge she could.
“There’s all kinds of different dynamics! You’re probably familiar with a ‘master/slave’ dynamic,” The blonde woman began, “but there’s also pets and owners, and even daddies, mommies,—” Scarlet’s pulse quickened,”—or more generically caregivers and littles! Sometimes that’s called ABDL if it involves diapers.” Scarlet felt her breath catch in her throat. Her fingers flew into a flurry, and a private internet search later, her phone was filled with images that made her heartbeat accelerate.
Videos, drawings, and many, many depictions of adult women, with all their curves and freckles and other parts that excited Scarlet, in thick diapers. They ranged across all body types, and the infantile garb varied from plain white plastic to over the top patterns to evoke baby diapers.
Scarlet continued to scroll, eyes wide in wonder and excitement. She finally stopped, a thumbnail capturing her attention like a punch to the gut and clicked the video. Scarlet’s mouth went wide, and felt herself starting to leak into her panties.
A gorgeous, curvaceous woman was lying on her back, supple lips wrapped around the nipples of another woman, in nothing but a pastel colored diaper and delicate, lacy lingerie top. The tender moment evoked breastfeeding, save for the “mother” holding a massive vibrator against the woman’s…diaper.
The “baby” of the couple was moaning, growing louder, and Scarlet felt a tent growing under her skirt. Eventually, the “baby” was screaming, thrusting her hips into the massive sex toy, in time with cries of “Mommy!”
Mommy’s smile was intoxicating. She was very clearly getting off just as much as her baby, her face painted a combination of maternal nurturing, hedonistic pleasure, ecstatic elation, and sadistic control as she began thrusting the enormous vibrator in time with her partner’s thrusts.
It was obviously acting on the merit of pornography, but Scarlet couldn’t tear herself away. She allowed her hand to snake up to a nipple poking through her top. Scarlet realized her own arousal, and in embarrassment, closed the tab, flinging her phone to the edge of the bed like it was a dangerous spider.
She flung the covers off, racing to the bathroom for a cold shower.
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okay i'm not including glynach + merrilei bc i already talk abt them all the time but. when i next get the time to do other ship art (or just chattering) who are ppl most interested to hear abt.... just out of curiosity! doodles and descriptions below the cut. actually under the cut is just going to become an official intro post to these ships now that i think about it
bowyn/rhys: lazy hedonistic con artist/actor x brooding nightmare court splinter faction leader. meetcute: bowyn tried to mug him on the lionroad by pretending to be a wounded traveller in need of assistance, but, being a nightmare courtier, rhys did not give a shit
bowyn ends up following him around and giving him advice on why nmc recruitment is so bad post-HoT (gleaming nuggets of wisdom like "you're worse than evil or hated, you know. you're POLITICAL" and "you just need to lean into the sex of it all"). eventually they fall in love and bowyn agrees to settle in with rhys' faction of the court, though they firmly maintain that they're not interested in actually participating. (this is kind of not true. bowyn really loves sitting at rhys' side during big important court meetings and leaning over to crow "they're lyyyyiiiiiiiing" and shit like that.)
callas/lisk: hysterically vain nightmare tyrant x completely unhinged attack dog. callas is the count of malice, head of the spies/undercover agents of joy's end (and later more camps as she extends her reach); lisk is the captain of joy's end's vanguard and she is slobberingly obsessed with callas. callas is also glyndwr's ex.
at first callas is just using her, but they end up pretty quickly getting mutually obsessed and lisk's passion for nightmare ends up sparking callas into activity again -- she had reached a point where she was pretty much "tenured" and didn't care about actually doing anything in service of the court anymore (why would she WORK when she can just lay around eating grapes and ordering people around instead?), but with the two of them riling each other up like barking dogs callas becomes a threat again.
sigvas/sorcha/tarahnis/rue, aka The Problemcule: deeply unstable unstable party drug synthesiser x mean meathead x nice (?) meathead x creepy cheerfully submissive squire. all four of these idiot lesbians are desperately in love with lisk, but lisk only has eyes for callas. they are all messily fucking each other instead as a weird substitute.
(i don't have art of rue + tarahnis yet bc my wife and i made them literally This Week but here's a hasty cap, tara left rue right:)
sorcha is one of the vanguard hounds, first under leurent (count of blood from the twilight arbor dungeon) but then transferred to be under callas when she takes the vanguard from him, which sorcha is pissed about. she is a dickhead popular-girl jock who cares about very little aside from showing off and getting lisk's attention. sigvas and tarahnis are archers under rhys' command. sigvas, as mentioned, is an alchemist, prone to attempts at game-of-thrones manipulation way beyond their actual social ability and completely at the mercy of their own wildly fluctuating self-esteem. tarahnis is a relatively easy-going thorn hound trainer who is way more chill and friendly than you would reasonably expect a nightmare courtier to be. rue is the weird little himejoshi who follows them all around taking care of weapon maintenance and polishing their armor and breathing really loudly while watching the first three flirt with each other and never daring to imagine they could actually Participate in all of this mess (but then they do)
when the nmc schism happens in the power vacuum created after HoT (in which rhys breaks off to try to form a more logical, less mindlessly violent version of the court, and callas breaks off to try to form a version of the court that is literally worse in every possible way, and they both try to kill each other absolutely dead over it), things are going to get so gnarly in here for these four.
cadair/maelduin: fated valiants with entwined dreams, destined to protect each other... but maelduin awakens two years before cadair does, with barely any real information about him.
all their info is pretty much in these images -- we still haven't developed them much yet!!! but i loev them.
naoise/gann: beautiful gladiator with a completely empty skull x slimy nightmare court slacker. (listen we love nmc x non-nmc and are just going to keep doing it until we run out of ideas)
naoise just has enough brainpower to swing a sword and not much else. they are death incarnate in the pit and literally the stupidest person you've ever met in your life outside of it. gann is a nightmare courtier in name only -- he does not give a single shit about the ideology and is mostly just entrenched as a criminal career choice. he was originally sent off to convert naoise to nightmare, but ended up so charmed by them that now he just travels around with them while mailing back increasingly implausible explanations for why it's taking so long. now he has fallen entirely in love with them for real. oops
oh shit i forgot. gann is also glyndwr's ex
alan/glyn: what it says on the tin! co-commanders + best friends, but their romantic relationship is doomed by the narrative (and by canach).
(you know what glyn looks like.)
alan is the hero of tyria, the poster boy of the vigil, the champion of aurene; he shoulders all the responsibility and social weight that glyndwr has adeptly shadowstepped his way out of. he's also the first person glyndwr ever actually opens up to, outside of callas (BAD, many many years ago) and clooney (helped glyn escape the court, was his first relationship after callas and it was pretty weird and rocky, this was also still many many years ago). he's a safe bastion for glyn and whether he intends to or not, he teaches glyndwr a lot about kindness and patience in a way glyn may have never come around to on his own.
they're really deeply in love, but in the end glyndwr just isn't right for alan (and also, frankly, is not a good enough partner for him). glyndwr's hostility and callousness, which alan could initially brush off as quirks or at least see balanced out by the good parts of him, are too persistent and are improving too slowly. with everything else on his plate, alan can't put up with glyndwr's (increasingly glaring) issues on top of it all, and it comes to a head in HoT, where their relationship breaks down entirely and alan ends it.
i also somehow have NO SHIP ART OF THEM which is absolutely insane all things considered.
alan/clooney: alan's endgame ship! clooney is glyn's ex-boyfriend/current plug/go-to criminal contact, a secondborn who makes his living as a pirate and lives by the philosophy that as a sylvari his real duty to the dream is to have as much fun as possible to counterbalance all the horror and pain that inevitably makes it in through the world. that sounds like an elaborate excuse to be a hedonist but he takes it extremely seriously.
they meet during LWS3; alan is so exhausted and worn out by HoT (and also, frankly, by dumping glyndwr) that he can't take his pact duties anymore. glyndwr points him to clooney as a way to be discreetly smuggled away for as long as he needs. they get pulled back in pretty quickly, before alan can have a REAL vacation, but the two of them still hit it off REALLY well and end up getting very close... :3c
okay now i've gotten to the bottom of all this and realized there are STILL two more ships i haven't gotten to but that's enough for now. we'll get to them later. if you actually read all this i give u a kith
#my ocs#my art#bowyn/rhys#callisk#problemcule#cadair/maelduin#gann/naoise#alan/clooney#alan/glyn#marina ocs
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crazy how cannibalism and satanism will go unnoticed but people will draw the line at incest. it’s supposed to be messed up like what do you expect?? also fiction ≠ real life.
personally? idgaf what the antis think about the ship because . they’re both hot af and ashley is so me coded hejej
your blog is super cool btw and i’m considering buying the game to play for myself
Yeah fandom is... interesting.
Honestly I mostly try to just block people and stay out of arguments. Arguing with people about fandom issues just makes me have a bad time and I'd rather spend my time online enjoying the things I like instead of getting heated over them. I've been part of tumblr fandom for over 10 years now, so my points of view on fandom drama are much more in line with older fandom.
I don't touch the "proship vs. anti" stuff with a 10 foot pole because I think both sides of the argument have been watered down to mean absolutely nothing. Antis have a different definition of what "proship" means than proshippers have, and proshippers have a different definition of "anti" than antis have. So at this point, to me, it's mostly just an argument about semantics, and that gives me too much of a headache to participate in. I stopped using twitter because of it since tumblr, although still not perfect, is a lot better.
My main point of view on most fandom drama boils down to: I can tell the difference between fiction and reality, but if you are someone who can't distinguish that line then it means you shouldn't participate in fandom for your own safety. At the end of the day, our brains all work differently, and we have no right to police others because of how our own individual thinking works. Block and move on, if you stop having a good time and it begins to effect you irl, maybe fandom isn't a healthy choice for you.
ANYWAY! The game is super fun and I totally recommend it! I'm actually not a fan of video games (normally I just watch lets plays) but I really enjoyed playing through the two chapters that are out so far and I can't wait for more to come out!! Hopefully you get a chance to play it!!
Also yes, Ashley is very hot. I want to thirst over her from a distance though and I hope she's never within a 1 mile radius of me for my own safety. Ashley, I promise I'm a lesbian and I have no interest in your greasy brother.
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Janaya
MY GIRLIES!! wild and some possibly out-there headcannons ahead :) I don't think anything fully aligns with cannon but it's my little brain and it does what it wants to
LONG POST! VERY LONG POST!
General:
Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? - til death do they part
How quickly did/will they fall in love? - fell for each other fairly quickly :)
How was their first kiss? - steamy but they were both debating if it was worth it or not. They didn't get officially together for a while after that. (first kiss after the final battle of season 3 while they patch each other's wounds up)
Wedding:
Who proposed? - Janai. Amaya would worry too much about violating Sunfire traditions and customs when it comes to their relationship
Who is the best man/men? - Gren for Amaya and Kazi for Janai
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Despite what everyone assumed, Rayla! Amaya asks her and Rayla gets super happy :) (Ezran is the flower kid, Bait is the ring bearer, Callum is in charge of post-wedding fireworks) (gren cried too much though)
Who did the most planning? - Amaya :) you know full well girlie wants her wife to be as unstressed as possible
Who stressed the most? - Janai stressed the most outwardly, but Amaya was secretly the most stressed. She didn't let it show, staying strong for her wifey :) But she's a hot mess inside, trying to make sure everything is perfect and fit for her queen :)
How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (they're literally the queens)
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Karim was on the guest list, but then he fucked around a little too hard and now he's to be shot on sight. Amaya will PERSONALLY deal with him.
Sex:
Who is on top? - Most of their partners have assumed they'd be tops (yadayada big scary lesbians) but they're actually switches. Janai prefers to bottom because she feels so safe and secure with Amaya, and Amaya loves to take care of her. But she loves to be the bottom too because Janai NEVER treats her like she's a burden or a hinderance and won't do anything without asking numerous times for consent. (she has a list of things Amaya does/doesn't like. She's kept it since she captured Amaya)
Who is the one to instigate things? - Amaya is 100% a horny bastard and we love that for her.
How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (or at least they would be if running everything didn't come first)
How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off (the first few times. They're very careful with each other)| 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (depends on the day ofc but dear god Janai is secretly a freak and Amaya loves that for her)
How long do they normally last? - Babes they can go all night if they feel like it
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms- It's actually a competition. They're very competitive. If Amaya "wins", Janai has to eat breakfast with her in the morning (culturally, breakfast isn't super big but Janai indulges her wife with at least a peice of fruit every day now) And if Janai "wins", Amaya has to allow herself to be pampered at the hands of Janai or her handmaidens. (Amaya HATES letting herself rest or relax unless she's forced and Janai's love language is acts of service and gifts lol)
How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. It's simultaneous. VERY VERY gentle with each other, but the Sun herself blushes at what she hears
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. they love physical affection. Snuggling is mandatory.
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? - if they can conceive though magic, one. Janai would carry, as she would believe it her duty as queen to carry the heir. Amaya would do most of the early childcare though, to allow Janai to reclaim her strength and her queenly duties :)
How many children will they adopt? - They formally adopt Callum and Ezran after their wedding, not forcing them to live with them or anything but to solidify the unity between their kingdoms and to ensure Callum and Ezran can always have motherly figures. (Amaya basically adopted them after Sarai's death and loves them like her own, they just make it official.) They also, while informally, adopt Soren. He isn't technically their son, but he's much younger than either of them and never really had stable parents, so they assume that role :) He accidentally called Janai "mom" once and she cried to Amaya about it for hours because she was so grateful he looked up to her.
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Again, Amaya does most of the early childcare, so her. But she's a firm believer in early potty-training because she dealt with Callum and Ezran when they were little and no way in hell she's doing that again
Who is the stricter parent? - Amaya seems scary, but she's such a caring mom. Janai tries to enforce rules, but doesn't believe in punishments, just corrective behavior. Both of them have the mental development of kiddo in mind, and they collaborate on everything :) the worst punishments for their daughter are NEVER more than a reprimand and some very thoughtful discussion.
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Big bro Soren! Once kiddo's old enough to do school, Mum is back to being full-time Queen, and Mom is back to being the head General! So Soren babysits and teaches them how to properly do dangerous shit, and stops them from doing anything that will seriously hurt her
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Amaya would actually chuck somebody out the window if her kid doesn't eat all 3 meals, so either SHE does it, or she instructs a handmaiden to do so (if her and Janai can't make it home on very rare occasions)
Who is the more loved parent? - Both have pros and cons :) Amaya is the "fun one" and she loves to joke around, but Janai is the queen of pep-talks and really well-needed hugs. (janai is a better hugger, but only ever hugs her family so everybody assumes amaya's the more physically affectionate)
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- ... Soren. Amaya would get frustrated ith not being able to properly read lips froma a distance / not having an interpretor, and Janai can't sit through those meetings without getting pissed that her kid isn't getting the accommodations she needs. Soren's used to doing PTA stuff because he (secretly) volunteered at the school to get out of his house as a kid (viren is a shitty dad)
Who cried the most at graduation? - Amaya would UGLY CRY at anybody's graduation, especially her kid's or nephews' or Soren's. Janai would be proud, and make sure the kid knows this, while Amaya just fuckin sobs
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Janai's the queen, so she'd get them out of trouble but make them do community service and help with whatever they did. Unless it was completely justified, in which case, she'd be a proud mum. Amaya would commit a crime for her kids, so. She'd be the one in trouble. Getting her kids out of trouble. And Janai would just sigh and let her go because that's her wife right there.
Cooking:
Who does the most cooking? - The handmaidens, Janai never really learned because she was busy and always had somebody to do it for her, and Amaya can't cook for shit. She'll eat just about anything from her army days, so she doesn't care to make it taste good. And no way Janai will allow her wife to eat terrible food. Plus the Sunfire elves use more spices and have different cultural ways to eat it than members of Katolis, so she shows her traditional Sunfire cuisine and Amaya goes NUTS because it tastes so good :) Amaya can make a mean sandwich though
Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Janai. She's used to being catered to, and has specific things she likes and doesn't. And Amaya would eat a stick of butter covered in dirt if it was what she got served
Who does the grocery shopping? - Handmaidens shop for all the dinner/formal meal food, because they do the cooking, but Amaya shops for fresh produce for snacks and informal meals, and goes to the baker's once or twice a week for fresh bread :) she actually secretly loves domestic errands
How often do they bake desserts? - Amaya loves sweets, so she usually gets a few pastries when she's at the baker's. And if her nephews are home, it's jelly tarts every day
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Both love a good chunk of meat. Janai doesn't eat some due to cultural reasons, but isn't a huge fan of vegetables. Amaya likes the textures in salads and vegetables in general. She's a happy girl if she has any food though
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Janai is the hopeless romantic in the relationship, so she goes all-out for anniversaries. Sunfire elves don't traditionally celebrate those, but her years with Amaya are precious and will eventually draw to a close. (elves live much longer than humans usually. janai tries not to think about that though)
Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Amaya is more likely to suggest going out for food, she wants to try as much traditional food as she can, and EVERY family's way to make it. She loves learning about her wife's culture. But for dates, Janai is more likely to invite Amaya anywhere.
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Amaya would burn the food (or leave it totally raw), but Janai would get frustrated and could accidentally go into heat-being mode
Chores:
Who cleans the room? - Amaya HATES cleaning, but she spent years in the military and so it stays in tip-top shape. Janai usually just gets the handmaids to do it though.
Who is really against chores? - Janai doesn't like chores if she's by herself, but loves to help her wife with them. Amaya loves doing domestic tasks (except for cleaning. That can go fuck itself) (she does it anyway)
Who cleans up after the pets? - Handmaidens clean up after Embertail and Aegis, and Amaya cleans up after the kids usually. Soren tries to do his part with a little stray cat that he brought home though
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Amaya would do it in a pinch, but would also HATE doing it
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Amaya. She's never fully sure if the Sunfire elves accept her as Queen Regent, and worries about making everything perfect for her nephews.
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Amaya. Janai doesn't clean. Amaya is also more likely to lose cash though
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Amaya loves feeling clean. Janai takes long baths only if she's really tired or taking one with Amaya.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Janai loves spending time with the pets, and Amaya loves going for walks, so they do that together
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - EVERY SINGLE HOLIDAY. Amaya goes all-out for all of them, Sunfire aand Katolis holidays alike.
What are their goals for the relationship? - No goals. They don't need them. They're the only people they can NOT have goals with. And that's the best they could ever have
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Amaya hates mornings with a passion, but wakes at 5am sharp every day (military habit). Janai wakes when her body wants to, but never after 7am. Unless she's sick. Amaya is the most likely to STAY in bed, though, if she doesn't have any reason to leave, she'll just lay there and enjoy the fact that she's alive.
Who plays the most pranks? - Amaya is a little shit. We all know this. Janai almost never sees it coming. She tries to pull pranks sometimes but Amaya always sees them coming.
that's all!! :) hope you enjoyed if you read this far!
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scoots into your asks about the commander love interest prompt.
i dont know who to ask you about so take your own pick but can i get uhhhhh
1, 4, and 10?
Omg I'm actually just hoarding these prompts atm (for later when I've had more time to post more of her fleshed out lore so it isn't all just in note form on my end sjldfsf), but for you, I'll still bite! (Tho a lot of answers could be subject to some change in the future based on what might develop down the road aslfjsf)
Fortunately (or unfortunately) I only have the one OC (Mourynn) bc otherwise it'd be too overwhelming for me lksjflksdf. Anywho!
1. Who are they and what's their dynamic with the commander?
The main pairing I have is Mourynn x Caithe, and since they're both Firstborn (albeit Mourynn was a very late bloomer, like... a year late. More on that later), they have a couple dynamics going on. First being (what I've always interpreted as) the intrinsic bond Firstborn share. With Mourynn being the youngest (at least in my timeline), she looks up a lot to Caithe (and the others), and Caithe is also one of the only ones who can read her social cues and is patient with her (especially in the early years), and especially so since the Shadow of the Dragon still appears in her dream, so they still have that shared link + Wyld Hunt (though if anything it was more like a rescue mission as Mourynn would've died too it/was too physically weak at this time, and only remembers the bit at the end of the dragon attack. So Caithe is a bit of a hero to her to some degree as well).
There's another dramatic lesbian arc in between involving Faolain as well (all 3 actually), but that's a hot mess for another day.
During the Commander era, since basically her whole Commander arc is "Imposter Syndrome the Musical™", and with Mourynn feeling constantly behind the other Firstborn Luminaries, and trying to fulfill an important role that's partly due to trying to prove to herself (and others) that she is indeed capable. She is a bit naive in the beginning with trying to impress Caithe and fulfill their shared Hunt, and feels lost/depressed when she isn't around during these times.
Basically there's a lot of slow burn and silent gestures and quiet intimacies and moments going on, but there's still the extra layer of the Faolain break up that Caithe is also struggling with, making Mourynn is too afraid to tread further due to the sensitive situation. In general they more or less have the same loner vibe, but Mourynn's a bit more whimsical and accident-proned. They're just glad to have each other around and lean on each other in different ways, a comforting bond with a bit of a mentor dynamic sprinkled in. Caithe is also one of the only ppl who understands Mourynn's weird quirks.
4. What was their initial opinion of the commander? Has that changed at all?
I guess most of this was already answered above (lol). I'd say Caithe became a bit more proud to see her grow into her role as time went on and became more of her own person (and get a little bit more confidence). The dragon thing was a bit of a shocker though. Other than that, I'd say, surprisingly, opinions shared remains fairly constant (mostly bc they've known each other for so long)
10. Are there any events in the story that happen differently because of/to/involving them?
UHM A LOT TBH. I'm lowkey using Mourynn's lore to also change a lot of points in the game story to better fit what I like best and want to see a bit different. In the case with Caithe, I'm having her involved a lot more (for self indulgent reasons), and bc there's a lot of situations I could expand upon. Also I'M INCLUDING ALL THE STUFF NOT INCLUDED IN THE ORIGINAL HoT STORYLINE!!!!!!!
One very notable moment I have down is involving the Exalted and Aurene's egg. The Exalted DO NOT like Mourynn (jungle dragon reasons and all, they see her more as a threat sent by Mordy, and Mourynn will wind up hating anything gilded/gold bc of them bc of Exalted trauma), and with Caithe taking the egg first, that combo makes them both fairly distrusted by the Exalted (and others), which is... kinda bad. They both have to defend each other AND Aurene's egg, all while trying to convince the Exalted they are trustworthy (along with like, everyone else...). Then there's the Vinetooth Faolain fight... (that's gonna be fun :3c firstborn x firstborn Wynne mirroring, plus just the dynamic the 3 of them have in general. Mourynn almost dies, but that's normal. Caithe will get to do more fun things during the fight too)
#ask game#sry for the long answers laksjdfljf#a lot of it is kinda vague but I have most stuff in jotted point form notes atm aslkdjfls#also that was very sweet of u to send the ask regardless hehe ty Cheddar <3 you didn't have to do that haha
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re: shipping ask game. what are your kiradax thoughts?
Hi, anon! Thanks for sending this in. Kiradax is a pairing I do ship.
What made you ship it?
I sort of saw it as soon as my wife made me aware of it? We were talking about f/f ships in trek & he went "kiradax is a popular f/f ship for ds9" & that just immediately made sense to me, not because they're the only two women on the main cast (!) but because they genuinely vibe well together. Both Jadzia & Ezri by the way - Kira & Ezri got way less scenes than Kira & Jadzia (& they didn't get a whole lot) but I still like the dynamic they've got going on & I think they'd both find something in each other.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
For Kira & Jadzia: I like that they're both incredibly good at their job & that this is something they understand about each other. I like that they're both a little allergic to compromise & I like to think about what that would look like in a relationship. I also like that they both come from difficult pasts & that identity issues is something they both struggle with (who are you/who were you/who do you want to be - both Kira & Dax, both Daxes, have to deal with those questions), & that they have different outlooks on life which would make for interesting tension between them. I also also like that they're both hot (I am but a simple lesbian, after all).
For Kira & Ezri: Ezri is a mess in a way that's much more in-your-face that Jadzia was, & so is Kira at that point of the show, & so their vibe would be very different. I don't think it'd necessarily be toxic per se but it would definitely be difficult because of the context (war!) & because they're both going through literally everything at once. I see them getting together a few years after the end of the show though, once they've both settled into who they are & have had the time to process everything that happened.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
It's hard to have an unpopular opinion about a ship that's basically a rarepair. What do people think about Kiradax that I disagree with? I'll have a look at the tag real quick, hold on.
I'm back from the tag & there really isn't much to disagree on - there's quite a bit of fanart (which is lovely!) but I didn't find many textposts/opinions. I don't read a lot of fic in general so I haven't read a lot of Kiradax either. The only thing I can think of is that I don't think Jadzia would be "introducing" Kira to anything & that I'm actually quite sure that despite her apparent confidence, Jadzia would need some time & guidance from Kira to be as comfortable with things as she would like to be. Does that count?
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My Main Ships (in the AU)
Figure I’ll list the ships in my AU. Some of them are what the tender youth would call ““problematic.”” I see them as ‘compelling’, ‘having actual stakes,’ and having challenging conflicts beyond ‘will they love meee in this coffeeshop?’. Many of these people canon and OC have been with this AU since its inception and serve up the many themes found in it.
Nemesis/Jill
The bread and butter of this AU. Full of complication as to why each proceeded with *dramatic handwave* this. A lot of unhealthy coping with their mutual and separate traumas (other than you know that whole trying to kill each other biz). Also, fun toying with that human/monster divide and how intimacy is wildly different between the other in monstrous ways. Is by far the most complicated ship. Gets very unsettlingly trippy with that 'mental connection' they have these days.
Nemesis/Zeus(OC)
I was apparently doing monstery brocon/twincest before it had a name (also lol myth shout out)? In seriousness, this is one of the most toxic ships in the AU because the two essentially are what happens when abuse travels down the line leading to unhealthy copes. It just happens to be between two highly dangerous monsters who both lack the concept of what family much less consent is (or even orientation; neither gets what that is, gender is 'what humans need us to be') while raised in horrible captivity, with one very out of his damn mind. Also noting that this AU doesn't deal in 'perfect' victims.
Chris/Sheva
A tragic pair that came to be out of Chris cheating on Jill out of loneliness and the distance Jill’s trauma caused. Things resolved where these two became an item (with Jill’s blessing even) but the vibe of Chris settling won't leave Sheva along with the torch for Jill Chris denies is there. He loves Sheva, he truly does, but that feeling for Jill is there, and Sheva, despite it all, hurts from that fact (never mind the guilt of at one time being the other woman).
Ada/Carlos
The spicy bi panic of two free spirits who know who they are and what they are about. Meeting up by ‘chance’ or rather by ‘plan’ as what are the odds of a spy and a guy for hire meeting up at the same places? They clearly run in similar circles but the attraction and fun of having a good time is there. Funny enough, one of my most healthiest of ships.
Shana(OC)/Jessica(OC)
My too wholesome to live lesbian ship. One is a BSAA ‘green’ who after years of taking jobs under the table fighting BOW, can work on the up and up to fund her wife’s MS treatments. Aside from some of Shana’s work history (and the depths she’d go to save her wife), these two are just deeply in love with each other.
Bonus round: Not as featured but part of the AU *lore*
Brad/Gwen(OC)
The secret between them – Brad hooking up with a too young Gwen and ending up with a love child – was what resulted in Brad living in fear of doing more wrong to her and his son, Tomas. Secretly paid money and cared for them at her request as Gwen didn’t want all their lives destroyed. Was it right? No, but this dynamic worked until someone found out using it to blackmail him into leaving Alpha Team behind at Spencer Mansion for hours.
Trent(OC)/Gwen(OC)
Trent and Gwen found themselves teen parents with the arrival of Tomas (he didn’t know Tomas wasn’t his). Trent was defeated by the prospect of his plans in the military being derailed and turned to drinking. He loved Gwen and Tomas but was prone to flirting when not sober. Gwen, hardworking and from the ‘wrong side the tracks’ sees herself as pragmatic and tried to manage the situation she found herself in with all the foibles of a teen that grew up too fast. Working jobs with a fake ID, she fought for her little family and cared for Trent and Gwen but held resentment to him not being reliable hence her staying out late and drunkenly hooking up with Brad. Tomas was her whole world and would crawl through hell for her son. Trent and Gwen are a hot mess that had Raccoon not happened would have probably either got their shit together or broken up.
Ghandon(OC)/Tracey(OC)
The put upon Nurse that actually cared for her ‘sons’ the NE-Ts: she read to them, talked to them like ‘people’, was a true ‘parent’ to them, watched as they gained more and more of a personality as the parasites learned. She had to ‘compete’ with Simon Ghandon’s attentions towards them who were not even remotely wholesome, to the point she played into the man’s delusions to gain the boys some respite. It, unfortunately, only worked for so long.
Ghandon(OC)/His ‘boys’(OCs + Nemesis)
Man with a God Complex + closeted + given complete control over 4 powerful BOW units. What could possibly go wrong? This is the main reason Nemesis has rage issues, control issues, lacks boundaries/has no idea of consent (other than not being human, so it’d been hard to grasp such a human-based concept anyway), and despises humans. Is one of the reasons (next to Nemesis) Zeus has really borked ideas on ‘love.’ This ship bracket is not just toxic, but hellish.
Wesker/Jill
Started as a side fling (not sexual but sexualized) feeding into Jill’s secret masochist tendencies (because no one was out about such things in the era of DADT and Anita Hill) that turns into a plot to manipulate her actions like with Brad and Barry. He intentionally knew the fallout would cause tension between her and Chris; then 5 happened. Oh boy did RE5 happen. Let’s just say he fucked her up mentally, emotionally and physically and continues to after his ‘death.’ Wesker is to Jill as Ghandon is to Nemesis.
Wesker/Excella
The Regional Director high on her own supply (and coke and wine) and the manipulative bioterrorist who plays along to get what he wants- what could possibly go wrong? Game playing was afoot, especially with her known jealousy toward the puppet, err Jill.
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