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ceapa-mica · 4 months

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The First Date 💌 - a Thrawn headcanon

I got so many views for my NSFW alphabet, I couldn't keep myself from writing another Thrawn headcanon! 🤗

This one is SFW, there's no mention of Reader's gender.

When Thrawn tells you he would like to get to know you better and asks if you want to spend the evening with him you agree without having to think twice.

Later you find a box on your bed containing a beautiful dress. Somehow it's exactly the right size and in your favorite color. You never told Thrawn either and are not sure how he could have known.

There are two places where a date with Thrawn could take place. One being his quarters on the Chimera and the other a not very well known city on a backwater planet.

Let's start with the scenario on the Chimera.

Your dress turns some heads on your way to Thrawns quarters. It's not regulation after all and the entire 7th fleet will gossip by the time your date is over.

Thrawn wants his private life to remain private. Unfortunately for you, that means lots of secrecy. He won't share words of love and affection in public, no physical touch beyond what is considered ‘professional’ either. You keep a strictly professional relationship during working hours.

Tbh either way, your relationship will be the biggest open secret aboard.

Thrawn assumed the dress would suit you well, but when he sees you wearing it in the flesh his heart skips a beat.

He ordered the good food, none of this mess hall mush, and a large portion too! It's the best food you've eaten since you joined the Imperial Navy. Along with that a bottle of fine Alderaanian wine he kept for special occassions - the expensive one!

Thrawn is suave af, and sincerely interested in you. When he said he wanted to get to know you better he meant it.

You are the first human he ever dated. It's a new experience for him and it fascinates him how different it is from dating a Chiss. Humans are just so much more expressive with their emotions. While this could be seen as a weakness by others of his kind, he admires it. He admires you.

You tell him about your life away from duty. Your family, your hobbies, your dreams and aspirations.

When, in return, you ask him about his life he starts talking about art. His favorite artists, art of cultures he admires etc. You're a little bit disappointed he leaves questions about his family and general heritage unanswered and skillfully turns the conversation back to your interests or his interest in art and warfare.

This is your first date, what did you expect? Thrawn has a mysterious aura for a reason. For him to tell you about his home you need to establish a relationship first.

It was a pleasant evening. He insists on taking you back to your quarters.

When you arrive at your door and make sure it's just the two of you, he leans in for a sweet kiss.

His lips are softer than you imagined. He tastes like the dinner you just ate and like something that's so distinctively him.

Being so close to him, you notice for the first time that under the scent of standard issue Imperial soap™ and aftershave lies his very own musky scent. He smells different from humans, somehow crisp like a winter breeze.

That moment of closeness passed too quickly for your liking. You wish each other a good night and he leaves you alone in your quarters.

Let's say you won't be able to sleep for a while, his kiss being the only thing on your mind for the rest of the night and the days after.

Now let's look at the other option - going out with Thrawn - a date away from the Chimera.

You meet at a small shuttle at the Chimera’s hangar. You notice it's the first time you see him unaccompanied by his death troopers outside his office.

You blink in astonishment at his attire. Instead of his pristine white Imperial uniform he wears a black civilian suit without the chest candy indicating his rank.

He refuses to tell you where he wants to take you. It's a surprise, but a welcome one.

The city he visits with you is only a short hyperspace travel away. The planet is relatively unknown, but it's rich with culture.

Before you leave the shuttle he takes out a pair of green shaded sunglasses. It takes everything in you not to laugh at his appearance.

He explains that he wears it for safety reasons. Leaving the safety of his fleet puts a target on his back, and being seen in public with you puts one on your back as well.

He takes you to a picturesque part of town to a small restaurant where you sit in a dimly lit corner.

You chat about basically everything I have already named above.

The food served in the restaurant is exotic, unlike anything you've ever tried before. You and Thrawn choose anything that sounds delicious from the menu. The food is better than anything the kitchen droids on the Chimera could ever cook.

Thrawn tells you he heard of this place’s excellent cuisine last time he visited the planet incognito to attend an art exhibition.

Slow jizz music plays in the background and it feels like time has stopped completely, at this moment it's just the two of you, you've only got eyes for each other. (He took off his shades since the corner where you eat is quite secluded) Thrawn feels the same and it intrigues him.

You're a little tipsy from the wine by the time you leave the restaurant. The date night is far from over though.

He takes you to a historic building that houses an art gallery.

It's the middle of the night, but Thrawn notified the owner, who he knows due to his past visits, and they let you in. You have the entire gallery for yourself with no prying eyes.

He explains different art styles and points out details you wouldn't have noticed without him.

You eventually come across a painting by an artist you've never heard of. You love the style, the image itself and how the colors compliment each other. It speaks to you in a way you can't explain.

Of course Thrawn knows all about said painting and answers all your questions.

You wonder why he has become a Grand Admiral and not an art critic.

You tell him how much you appreciate spending time with him. For once not occupied with destroying rebel cells, you get a glimpse of the man behind the stoic facade.

Your words mean so much to him. There's a romantic tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Once the chance presents itself, he pulls you into a dark corner behind one of the large curtains, your faces are close, his gaze wanders from your lips to your eyes for consent.

As soon as you nod, his warm soft lips are on yours, the kiss gentle, but it quickly turns passionate as he deepens it, his tongue begging for entrance.

His hands start roaming your body. It feels like he's everywhere all at once, his unique scent surrounding you and his taste on your tongue. He's respectful though, keeping his hands away from intimate areas. It's your first date and you're still in public, remember?

During your little makeout session you lose your sense of time.

Tbh you wish this moment would never end.

Once you separate for air, he caresses your cheek. For a fleeting moment there is a softness in his scarlet eyes you've never seen before.

From that moment on he calls you 'ch’eo ch’acah' when you're alone with him. You don't know what it means at first. One day he will tell you, and it might be just the first of many Cheunh phrases you will learn from him. (it means 'my darling/beloved')

The evening went by way too fast for your liking. You both agree though that you enjoyed yourselves and want to go on another date in the future.

You return to the Chimera and he drops you off at your quarters before heading to his own.

You don't know where this blossoming relationship is going, but it definitely feels right.

Please keep in mind that Thrawn keeps your relationship secret to keep you safe from harm. Only at the point where your relationship is serious enough (like engagement) will he admit to it to others.

One more thing: A few days after your first date in the city you receive a package. It contains an exact replica of the painting you liked so much. It comes without a note, but you don't need one to know that your feelings for the Grand Admiral are in no way unrequited.

Let's visit a Thrawn relationship headcanon next time! This was only the first date.

Feel free to add to this headcanon! ❤️

#grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn fanfiction #mitth'raw'nuruodo #blue man hot #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars

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johns-prince · 1 year

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Y'all I see talk about John being the codependent one between the Lennon-McCartney pair, as if Paul wasn't off in Scotland having a literal spiraling breakdown over the heartbreak and shattering of his world and reality as he'd always known it, of no longer having John, his partner since they were teens, and the band they'd put their spark to give it life (George's words not mine), whilst freshly married with a wife and kid(s).

As if Linda didn't out Paul as being desperate to write with John again.

Paul the family-man man, had to be told by John, the not-so serious family-man man, that he couldn't just come showing up around to play guitar and hangout whenever he'd like, like it was the old days again—I've got a baby in the house Paul you can't just come ringing and knocking at whatever time you want, I'm a (her) husband™ now.

It wasn't John doing that, it was Paul.

I can't stress this enough that both of them were literally balls-to-the-walls crazy about their relationship to each other, their collaborative partnership. Like it was borderline unhealthy, let's be real, let's be frank, how territorial and possessive and near obsessive (full obsessive let's be real Paul's just a teeny bit better at masking it) they were about each other.

The codependency came from both of them.

Not for nothin' if it hadn't been for Linda, Paul might've gotten just as bad about the whole divorce and heartbreak as John had (not just the substance abuse like alcohol but going from one extreme to the other about what they had)

But like all you gotta do is look at how Paul always seems to find a way to bring up and mention John in nearly every interview, or how he dreams of John often and they're usually good dreams, or that he'll imagine John's with him in the room and like they're having a jam session to work out his music, or Paul labeling what they had as soulmates, or how he almost fully insinuated that if he'd been a girl then maybe he could've done something about Yoko, or the fact Paul had (has?) A six foot tall photo of him and John taken by Linda writing lyrics sitting very close in an office, or Paul refusing to acknowledge the fact John was dead and gone for like months, or Paul locking himself in his studio after John's death and blasting (Just Like) Starting Over on repeat for like days, or how apparently for awhile Paul kept talking about John in the present tense (even though John was dead) and it low-key freaked some people out, or Paul believing he witnessed John's spirit in the studio he was during the interview, or him thinking a white peacock that appeared suddenly during a photoshoot of him, Ringo, and George, was John, or the playback static at the end of their recording 'Free as a Bird' was John because Paul swears he heard in that static John Lennon, or his once joking? of wanting his son to name his grandson Lennon so that put together his grandson would be named Lennon McCartney, or—

Basically what I'm trying to say is John wasn't the codependent bff here like he was but so was Paul they were each other's codependent butt-buddy bffluv4eva.

#mclennon #i feel like im gonna get crap from like. not being... not being Something enough about this. what im trying to say.#NUANCED. i might get crap for not being nuanced enough. idk idc

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blake-elladonna · 1 year

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♡ Deliverance ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟑𝟖

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟑𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Kunikida’s heart stopped when he saw you with his notebook in his hands. Did you see what he had written about you? Why did he have to be so foolish and leave it behind; and how can he find out how you feel about him?

Kunikida’s head went dizzy, fuzzy and light. He was going to pass out. You were in front of his desk, stood with his notebook in your hands.

He opened his mouth to say something, to stop you, but nothing came out. He wasn’t sure if it was because of your overwhelming beauty; the way the sunlight peeked through the uncovered windows of the office or the way that you looked over to him and smiled. But he kept coming up empty handed.

“Kunikida, sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything. Dazai just told me you could help me out with something.” You had an awkward smile and Kunikida cleared his throat, walking over towards his desk and taking his book from you.

His heart beat pounded when his fingers grazed yours for a short moment; and he stuttered, “Did you read anything interesting?”

“I didn’t read your soulmate list if that is what you are worried about. I have some self control. Even if I was a little curious.” Your confident smile lessened the burden he felt on his back. At least you didn’t find out this way; the most anti-romantic way imaginable. He would have never forgiven himself for being so foolish.

“So, Kunikida..” “Yes, what is it?”

“Is it true that anything you write in your notebook comes to fruition?” Kunikida scratched the side of his head while he adjusted his glasses with one hand; trying to calm himself down. Why were you asking this so suddenly? “Well, in some sort of capacity; yes, but there’s some conditions. For example, the pages only create nonliving objects and it can’t create anything larger than this book here.”

“So, you could make something for me?”

“Of course!” Kunikida cleared his throat when his words came out in too much of a hurry, too eager. What is wrong with him. But that made you laugh with your hand reaching out and touching the back of his hand. “Thank you..”

He once again cleared his throat. Reaching for his pen as an excuse to take a step away from you; opening his book to an empty page. “What is it you would like for me to make?”

“A reservation for two at the really nice restaurant down the street, the one where the moon and the stars are visible so beautifully at night. Booked for Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not sure I can..” Before he finished his sentence, your finger lowered his book to place a piece of paper atop his page. “Dazai kind of told me what he read earlier..but the joke is on him. I already had plans to ask you anyway.”

Kunikida stood in silence until you started to widen your eyes. “You aren’t rejecting me are you? I mean, was he just messing with me? I swear I’m going to..”

Kunikida silenced you by stepping forward, his arm tucked beneath your torso as his book laid open flat against your back. “Kunikida..?”

Your breath and heart sped up against his chest; and with the small space your face turned a shade of pink. “I’m not rejecting you.” He said. His arm pushing you further into his personal space. “I’m going to spoil you my entire life.”

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almostoreghano · 1 year

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Edgar Allan Poe NSFW alphabet (K - O)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! MDNI!!!

TW/CW: kinks (praise, bondage, light degrading, overstimulation and orgasm denial), sex, public sex, oral, bottom!poe, top!reader, brief mention of reader in a lingerie, Poe in a skirt, brief mention sex toys, body worship, marking, edging, teasing

Note: I feel like I went all out with this one—will not waste anytime mentioning Poe Whimpers™ and Poe’s Slutty Waist™ because yum 🥰 also this is still gn!reader even though lingeries are mentioned, if you want to imagine something else that is entirely up to you 🤲————————————————————————-

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink

No matter how many times you both have sex, he’s still afraid that he’s not pleasing you. Even if all he does is breathe, tell him he’s a good boy—it makes him weaker every time. Bonus points if you get his classic whimper 😔✊

Light Bandage

As mentioned in a previous post, Poe has never gotten this far in a relationship before, but he’s not opposed to trying new things with you. Since it’s his first time attempting being tied up, please be gentle with him.

Light degrading

Poe doesn’t mind having harsh words thrown at him while you make love, but please don’t make him cry to hard.

Overstimulation

Poe will never admit it, but you can see in his eyes that he loves being overstimulated. Especially if he has a blindfold on, he loves how you always take him by surprise by continuing to fuck him/stroke his member even after he’s released. By this point he can’t even formulate words from the pleasure he’s feeling. If you really want a pretty sight, keep the blindfold off and move his bangs away from his eyes. Please have a safe word with him though!!

Orgasm denial/edging

When you don’t let him cum right away, before you even tell him to he’s already begging for you to give him permission. Even though he’s desperately begging for you to quit teasing him, he secretly enjoys it.

Marking/biting

If you want to make his knees buckle, kiss his neck. If you really want to make him fold, kiss his neck with the intention of leaving marks. He might complain that his collar doesn’t cover where you’re marking, but he’ll willingly turn his neck more giving you better access. He also loves when you mark his thighs. He loves the adrenaline rush as you slowly make your way up towards his dick—that alone can and might make him cum.

Body worship

He loves when you compliment him during sex. Please tell him how beautiful his slutty waist is (kiss his waist too it needs lots of love). Also compliment his thighs, Edgar 100% has thick thighs and they need just as much appreciation. Not only do your words turn him on, but also boosts his confidence.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The living room

If Poe becomes really impatient he won’t make it to the bedroom, which is most times. He doesn’t usually have guests aside from Ranpo, so he’s not to worried about being caught bent over his own couch. Karl usually senses the sudden change in atmosphere and runs to Poe’s office while you both have your moment.

The bedroom

As you two become more comfortable with each other when it comes to sex, he likes to surprise you when you come home in your shared bedroom. The surprises might include him waiting on your bed naked, Poe holding a lingerie he prayed you would wear for him, him in a little skirt or sex toys.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Poe isn’t the type to be turned on by a single touch, but he knows when your intentions are far from innocent. He’s usually found hunched over his desk working on a novel, but when you slowly glide your hand down his chest, he sits bolt upright. If he’s feeling confident, he’ll return the seductive motions and might pull you into his lap.

Your voice is another turn on for him. Doesn’t matter if it’s high or low, as long as you use that seductive tone on him, he practically melts in your arms.

As mentioned in another post, he gets turned on when he needs help but you’re either on the phone or in public and cannot ease his boner. Sometimes you let him help himself or gently touch his dick. (Poe is way to loud so this might not be a good idea)

He loves when you kiss him in a way that tells him that as soon as you both get home, you’re going straight to the bedroom. Just the way your lips linger on his—to others it looks like an innocent, long kiss, but Edgar dearest knows better by the glint in your eyes when you pull away.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into knife play. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just one of the many things in life he doesn’t have to experience.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has zero experience with oral whether it be giving or receiving. That being said, the first time you try oral, he would be the one giving. He normally feels like he hasn’t done enough (which is why he needs constant praise while you have sex) so he will gladly give oral—the cute little noise he makes are criminally adorable and I will die on that hill. He is open to receiving especially in the heat of the moment while you’re teasing him.

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trashworldblog · 1 year

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puppet history theory time!! whats gonna happen this friday???

okokokokok there some stuff to unpack here

(disclaimer! i will be posting about this ep and the finale right after i watch it right when it comes out!! so please avoid my blog until you have seen the most recent episode)

so next week is a BIG episode, i honestly was expecting the finale to be The Big Episode but its possible that both of these episodes are Thicc with lore. Makes sense, theres alot of elements to the story that needs to be wrapped up (minus whatever cliff hanger that shane will leave us hanging until s6).

I thought that we would have to wait for the finale to see this scene, but since the disclaimer, i think we'll be seeing shane in ryans chair on friday! super excited to see what deal/meeting he's having with the devil. Ive heard of a ton of good theories (if you want to read my whole breakdown of the photo look here). now that i know that it has to fit with what we know now, im assuming its Executive Producer Shane Madej™ having a serious talk with the devil. I think the hologram is going to fail, revealing the devil to be somewhat responsible. The details to How he's responsible (or if we're gonna get a nod to demon shane) are pretty unclear, which is exciting!!

my main ideas are

1) shane made a deal with the devil in order to keep the show running. He may be a demon, but it will be subtlely implied for the people who Know™

2) shane just learned that the professor was never really here and is kinda pissed that he has to deal with this bullshit. he has to finish this show and deal with the logistics of having the devil on your payroll. In this one i imagine Executive Producer Shane Madej isnt super attached or passionate about the show and is there just to get his job done (funny becuase obviously irl shane is very passionate about puppet history :) )

I think ryan's fate isnt looking very good so far. Its good that he clearly knows that something is up, but he isn't sure what it is, and seems to be getting involved. He's tried to buy the genie lamp, he's been testing and pushing "the professor" at every turn and continues to get weird and Not Correct vibes from "the professor". i think all this meddling will probably get him caught or hurt. I think theres two ways ryans fate can go he either

1) is caught red handed or off guard by "the professor" (or whoever is behind "the professor") and is hurt in some way. being turned into a puppet, meat suit, or to be eaten are my top 3 picks. If i had to choose, meat suit ryan being controlled by a puppet who doesnt know/remember how human bodies are controlled would be really funny. hijinks, office shenanigans, everyones confused faces, 10/10

2) ryan actually figures it out!! (yay beef boy!) I just can't stop thinking of this line from the professors funeral song. I know shane is always foreshadowing stuff so it Feels like that but, it could be nothing.

In this theory I'm imagining ryan finally pulls back the curtain on the hologram live on puppet history and the person behind the hologram is left exposed and suprized, making it so ryan (and the crew) can put a stop to the hologram. Ryan has been building up his courage to touch "the professor" or the box and its possible that he'll finally get fed up enough that he just does it. After that they might jump to Executive Producer Shane Madej meeting with the devil.

Now, I know its sad, but we have to talk about it.

What will be the fate of our favorite dino family?

Well...

I would love to think that that star that just keeps getting brighter is anything other then a meteor that is going to kill all the dinosaurs.

unfortunately,, this lines up so we can assume,,, this is what killed the dinosaurs. (sorry!)

and if we look closer at this photo, you can see a t-rex and a pterodactyl next to the adorable lil hat and glasses. :(

does this mean i think the dino professor is dead?

no.

He has the knowledge of his past, and he has his satchel. He probably stayed as long as he could, left his hat and glasses behind, and faked his death so he would be off the genies radar for a while. Then he time traveled to current times and has been sneaking around the puppet history and watcher set trying to stop the genie/devil.

The biggest piece of evidence for this is in episode one where theres some noises in the background while "the professor" is on stage teaching and ryan asks

"yo is this place haunted?"

I think the noise they heard is from the dino professor moving around trying to piece together what to do next. It would be best for the dino professor to do all that moving while "the professor" is busy teaching, so that he's less likely to be caught.

WHATS IN THE BOOXXXXXX

I know it has to be important. It has to. Im on board for the dino professor to be in the box. Im not as confident in my theory about the box, but! thats ok!

my thoughts are, if the dino professor is going around the set loudly in ep1, i would expect that to continue to happen more and more throughout the season. However, that has not been happening. So I think the dino professor made it to the puppet history set, made too much noise, escaped to watcher HQ where he was caught by "The professor" and was locked into the box.

Episode 2 started with ryan pointing out the chains on the box. At first i thought the box would progressively get more and more locks and chains, but it didnt. Making me feel like putting the dino professor in the box wasnt part of the plan, but "the professor" added a lock and chain and thought "that'll do".

I think in episode 1 the box was powered on jelly beans, coveted cups, and whatever other magical professor stuff was lying around. After "the professor" caught the dino professor, he needed a place to hold him. Why not this box? i got a lock and chains, that should hold him in the box! And from then on, the dino professor has been stuck in there. All those glitches? might be the dino professor trying to escape the box so he can save and forgive his favorite beef boy.

(a fun idea supporting this is the end song that is usually the backup vocals and instrumentals has been replaced by what sounds like the song playing in another room, possibly becuase the real professor is in the box, barely able to hear what is happening on stage? credit goes to the wonderful max for figuring this theory out with me, truly genius level thinking going on there)

I think i can see either see

1) the dino professor saving beef boy by cutting off the power in the box, leaving the person in charge (probably the devil, maybe the genie) exposed. this either happens live durring puppet history, or the professor escapes the box, and saves ryan from being killed/puppetified just at the last minute. The jist is, the professor saves ryan.

2) or.. ryan breaks the box or touches "the professor" exposing the hologram, and saving the dino professor from being stuck in the box. aka, beef boy saves the professor.

I can see this whole arc taking place over one or two episodes. If the dino professor is saved before the finale, the finale might be a reunion and celebration of the real professor finally coming back and teaching again. and ryan will be relieved when he doesnt win.

ANYWAYS thats my theories!! ill be sure to update yall after the episode on friday! im so excited to see if this is the path shane decides to go down. i feel like theres so many cool ways this shows lore can go and this is just a few of them. knowing shane, its gonna be crazy and entertaining the whole way through.

Super excited!

#beth's lore dump #puppet history #puppet history lore #watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #we are watcher #watcher entertainment #the professor #puppet history season 5

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holybananaoafshoe · 4 months

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Team Dynamics

Scary Dog Privilege 🐺 2/10

They go on many grand adventures…that always go wrong one way or another.

Xiao, at one point, contemplates creating an adepti good luck charm for Benny because Archons is the kid unlucky.

Do you know how many times he or Kazuha saved the kid from an unintentional demise? Too damn many.

Like Xiao is concerned for his well-being at this point.

How the hell does this kid function????

To be brutally honest, Xiao joined them not only to ensure the Walking Disaster’s safety, but to figure out how *vaguely gestures to Benny* he works.

I like to imagine Xiao as the tired babysitter from The Incredibles and Benny as Jack-Jack

He doesn't think the charm would help, but he makes one out of some leaves and twigs anyway and gives it to Benny.

Benny is so touched??? Xiao made him a good luck charm, but not just any! An adeptus good luck charm, so maybe it’ll help ward off the worst of it.

It uh…..certainly wards off like the minor bad luck like he doesn’t burn his food or stub his toe as much.

Kazuha? He’s just enjoying the chaos.

I like to think Kazuha joined Benny because it seemed like a nice change of pace and puts his observation skills to the test

Sadly, the wind can’t warn him fast enough on most days

He’s very observant (apart from the wind thing lmao) so he’s the first one to notice if something is bothering Xiao or if Benny is hiding how he’s feeling

Or if someone hides their wounds.

Interpret that as you will. I like to think Xiao or Benny would.

Xiao, to appear tough and because he’s used to working alone ever since his siblings passed. Benny because he wants to make sure the others are okay first, and maybe he feels bad about his luck rubbing off on them and doesn’t want to bother them more than he already has.

The Wind Thing™ is amazing to Benny and he’s in awe of Kazuha’s attunement to nature and the general awareness he has for their surroundings.

It kind of freaks Xiao out just a little.

A *tiny* bit. It’s just enough that when Kazuha first mentions that the wind told him something Xiao is giving him slight side-eye and a thought of Oh no he’s crazy flits across the back of his mind… until they investigate and find that Kazuha was right.

Xiao himself has really really good intuition from years of fighting, but nothing quite like the wind telling him something.

If it works, it works, so long as Kazuha isn’t bothered by it, he supposes. (Part of Xiao wonders if it was an evil demon or spirit… he definitely Did Not spend a week or two trying to make sure Kazuha’s wind thing wasn’t something he should conquer or banish or get that kid with the high yang energy…. Chongyun, to exorcise)

His extremely calm demeanor is slightly off-putting to Xiao

Despite that, Xiao notices when Kazuha starts to slow down in a fight or when cracks start to show in his calm facade (more on this *later*)

I like to think Kazuha reacts more internally than he does outwardly.

Like Kazuha does show emotion, but is more low key about it.

*The stove explodes and Benny just laughs. He’s covered in soot and his clothes are singed, but he smiles and tells them he accidentally got the lizard powder he has on him too close to the fire* “Ah I should have been more careful, I must have forgotten to take this out of my pocket when I was with Klee and Albedo a few weeks ago…”

Kazuha: *staring wide eyed with a strained smile* I… see, it’s lucky we weren’t too close then. *pats Benny’s back and helps clean up the camp*

Kazuha internally: What the fuck was that? Holy shit, I thought we were going to die… I might actually die if I keep traveling with him holy shit. How is he still alive????? How am I alive????

((Xiao stopped being surprised at the unlucky after traveling with Benny for a week))

I also like to think that Kazuha and Xiao will look at eachother like they’re in The Office once they’re used to Benny’s luck

*Benny burns the food once again* “Aw, man, I left it on too long!” *Kazuha looks over to Xiao, who had just gotten back from collecting firewood, like can you believe this kid? And Xiao just shrugs*

How does Kazuha say the most profound shit casually like it’s any other Tuesday??? Xiao is somewhat convinced Kazuha either had 1. Something traumatic happen to him or 2. Was definitely a priest or something at some point.

While Benny is like 75% sure Kazuha is some kind of poet that writes under a pen name.

He totally tries to discreetly figure out what Kazuha’s author name is lol and when he outright asks and Kazuha denies being an author all Benny can think is: “I see, he’s a private person and doesn’t want his identity to come out.”

*proceeds to try to “protect” Kazuha’s different identities anytime he thinks they’re getting exposed*

It goes on like this until they learn about Kazuha’s backstory (more on this *later*)

Xiao is like 90% sure Kazuha is high in one way or another half the time, and honestly? He'd join him if he didn't have to be the fucking sane one in the group.

Benny??

He’s just so happy to have travel companions tbh.

Benny keeps the mood up and his happy-go-lucky attitude often rubs off on the others

Even Xiao will find himself smiling slightly at Benny’s excitement

Though, his travel companions are a bit strange, but, hey, his dads at the guild taught him not to judge a book by its cover and it turned out Xiao and Kazuha are pretty cool!

And! They don’t seem to mind his bad luck!

Benny is the mastermind behind their expeditions and adventures, be it commissions that he gets through the guild or a rumor he’s heard in Liyue Harbor.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact headcanons #team dynamics #scary dog privilege #Bennett #Xiao #Kazuha #you know they'd all be a little off put by Xiao and Kazuha #Kazuha is at least a little bit more of a “normal” wonderer/traveler #but xiao is like the silent judging type or at leadt you think he's judging lmao #benny is so happy to have traveling companions

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The Big Leagues™︎

part four : hancock

>> the big leagues™︎ is a series of origin stories that express my takes on the pasts of the companions. there is no sole survivor included in these. please do not regard these as canon, and no characters belong to me, all belong to bethesda and the writers of fallout four

! TW ! heavy angst / light cursing / mentions of asthma & not being able to breathe

please note: this is john before he turned into a ghoul, which is why you’ll see mentions of hair and skin. no specific colors or details stated, imagine him how you like. age is also not mentioned because i had no clue

ALSO gave mcdonough a first name because I couldn’t find it for the life of me, if you know it please tell me!!

The sun sat high in its place over Diamond City, gracing the settlement with its bright, beautiful rays as numerous ghoul families were forced through the gate and into the hostile world beyond with guns pointed at their backs.

John was nauseous. Standing on the lift that went up to his brother’s office, he could see the face of each and every ghoul Diamond City Security was shoving out the door. It made him sick. After all, they were just people, right? People that looked a little different? People whose bodies got ransacked from the radiation but still have enough strength to live? Shouldn’t they be celebrating that they survived instead of treating them like they were a disease? A plague that needed to be wiped from the streets of their cities? There were families, children, being thrown out on the doorstep of Diamond City like trash. The Security guards were screaming at them, shouting at them to get out or they’d open fire. Every smooth-skin in the city was standing outside to watch, calling them names and slurs that weren’t heard in the city before today. Before his brother’s election.

A geyser of emotions were welling up inside of John. Sadness, guilt, a deep rage that was burning against his brother that he’d never felt before. Before he could stop himself, he’d slammed his fist on the big red button, and he ascended toward his brother.

He numbly crashed through the office doors. There his brother stood, looking out over the city, watching the ghouls scramble to gather their things and get shoved around by the security and locals. John didn’t quite know what to say, but that was fine, because his brother spoke first.

“I did it, John. It’s finally mine,”

John drifted up behind his brother, raising his hand to place it on his shoulder but he stopped short. “Please don’t do this. Please… James, don’t send them out there to die. They didn’t do anything to you. They’ve been living here peacefully for years. Please, call it off.”

“I can’t do that,” He stated, staring out the window like he was in a trance. “I don’t have anything against the ghouls, you know that, but I’m just giving the people what they want. I cant betray the voters.”

John clenched his fists, the angry fire burning within him growing brighter. “There’s children out there, and you’re shoving them into the ruins. This is bigger than you being mayor, than you betraying the voters, this is the deaths of dozens.”

“People in power have to sacrifice to get their positions,” James stated.

John could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his angry breaths increasing in speed. “You’re not sacrificing something of yours, you’re sacrificing people! Living, breathing, innocent people!”

“I’m not the first and I won’t be the last,”

John ran a stressed hand through his hair, the familiar feeling of hot, rage-induced tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. He hated that he cried when he got mad. He always did it as a child and it made him feel weak in front of his brother. “Please. Please don’t send them out there to die. I’m begging you. I’m begging you. Kick me out, do something to me, but not them.”

“Don’t be so emotional, John,” James stated blankly. “You’ve always been the one to get upset.”

“Don’t be so emotional-“ John trailed off, throwing his hands to the side. “You’re sending two dozen people, men and women and children, to die! How can you not care?!”

“Don’t make a scene,”

“What happened to you?! I always knew you were a douchebag, but this?!” John didn’t realize he had hot, rage filled tears streaming down his cheeks until he sniffled. “Who are you?!”

“I’m your brother,”

“No you’re not!” The younger of the two let out an enraged sob, hiccuping like a small child much to his disdain. “The brother I grew up with wouldn’t kill innocent people! What happened to you?!”

“Are you crying, John?”

“Piss off,” He hissed, turning away from his brother and lacing his hand into his hair again. What happened to his brother? What made him change so much? Was it power? He could feel his asthma acting up again, threatening to restrict his breathing like it had so many times before.

“Calm down or you’re going to have another attack, like you used to when we were kids,”

John whirled around like a madman, glaring at the back of James’ head. “Piss the hell off! Don’t sit here and pretend like you care when you won’t even look at me!”

His brother didn’t respond to that, instead, just listened to John cough lightly into his sleeve.

“You’re a monster.” He muttered.

“Aren’t we all?”

John was breathing like he’d been running a marathon now, the air forcing itself in and out of his lungs with a familiar violence. “You’re killing innocent people.”

“Like you haven’t killed before,”

“Not for fun. Not for the people,” He hissed, wiping a layer of hot tearstreaks off of his face just for another to take their place. “Please… please, don’t do it. Please make them stop.”

“You’d be a weak leader, John,” James stated simply, still not bothering to peel his eyes away from the window. John tugged at the neckline of his shirt, lungs begging for relief. He needed a hit of something, anything right then.

“I wouldn’t… kill my people,” The venom dripping from his words was so thick he hoped it might actually poison his brother.

“Has it occurred to you that they aren’t dead?”

“What do you thinks gonna happen to them beyond the walls, huh?! They don’t know anything about living out there because they lived in here!”

“You teach a kid to swim by tossing it in a lake.”

“And then it drowns,” John spat. Funny enough, because right then, he felt like he was drowning. He couldn’t breathe right and the anger inside of him was boiling hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. He was shaking now, his entire body trembling under the force of his emotions. He sobbed again, audibly, cursing himself for it afterward.

“Look at you, John. You’re weak,”

A new feeling sprang to life inside of him, something like betrayal. Pain. “I’m not-“

“You’re weak,” James cut him off, but didn’t look at him.

“I don’t send people to their deaths to get what I want!”

“Because you’re weak. Too weak to do what needs to be done. Too weak to handle what comes with living in this world,”

“Look at me!” John latched onto his brother’s shoulders and shoved him around. He didn’t look dazed, or annoyed, like he’d expected, but instead, was wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear. The smile of a crazed man that made John pause. Where had his brother gone? Buried inside the mind of a psycho? He let go of James’ shoulder and raked both hands through his hair, tears derived from an emotion separate from anger spilling down his face as he looked at his brother that wasn’t his brother anymore. They’d never been close, but their parents were dead, and he was all John had. And he was gone now, too. Buried inside the shell of a man he once knew.

James’ face contorted into one of worry, but it was painfully, painfully fake, only throwing salt in the wound when John realized his brother didn’t actually care about him anymore. “Calm down, John. You need to breathe.”

John flinched away from James’ hand when it drifted toward his shoulder, snapping: “Don’t touch me!”

His mind drifted back to all the times James had at least tried to be a good brother. When he would drag John across the city to his house when he was high out of his mind. When he would stick around as the drugs faded away to be there just to help him get grounded again. When he held his little brother the night their parents died. It was years ago, but it was still vivid in John’s mind. This wasn’t his brother. This was a monster.

“Come here,” James outstretched his arms as an invitation. John wanted nothing more than to take it, to sink into his brother’s arms like he had the night their parents died and cry out all of the swirling pain, rage, and betrayal that made his mind and body so weak. But he couldn’t. Because this man wasn’t his brother anymore, he was a murderer.

“No,” He croaked, the voice coming out of his mouth not even sounding vaguely familiar in his ears. He flew into a coughing fit, gasping for breath. He felt James’ hand on his back. He turned and slapped it away like it was toxic. “Get off of me.” It came out as more of a desperate whimper than an actual order, but James obeyed, taking a step back.

“Let’s do your breathing exercises,”

“Piss off,” John said again. He didn’t even freaking remember the silly little counting exercises his mother used to make him do, and he knew James didn’t have a clue. He finally got ahold of himself, turning and walking, albeit rather sideways, toward the door.

“You’re leaving, John?”

He didn’t respond, just hurried to the lift and slammed the button again, gasping and blubbering like a child. He needed to leave.

#fo4 hancock #fallout four #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #john hancock fo4 #mayor hancock #john hancock #hancock #diamond city #mb; big leagues

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Hi, hello, I really need to get these ideas stuck in my head out, PLEASE IF YOU TAKE INSPIRATION OFF OF THESE PLEASE TAG ME IN IT I'D LOVE YOU FOR LIFE.

Batman Drabbles/Headcanon/Oneshot/Random Ideas Dump

Soon to come up with idea dumps for other fandoms too. Please, tag me, like I said above. I'd love to see if you've written something based on any of these. But you don't have to, I'll find it eventually as I scroll through tags of the same characters and fandoms over and over.

Most can be X Readers, Headcanons, or some other stuff. I'll label it if it could be offensive, like yandere works or possible smut, don't worry, but you can totally make any of these have smut/yandere if you so choose. Also, this idea dump thing is a work in progress, and I'll (hopefully) add more later on. And unless I specify a version of the character, it's all up to you!

Normal Prompts/Ideas

Whichever Scarecrow/Johnathan Crane has the Grandma issues, I need a lil thing of some sweet old lady thinking that he's her grandson. Even though he's like, in full scarecrow gear. And this little lady keeps saying he should eat more, cause he's looking thin, or that he's such a ladies man, giggling to herself. He doesn't have the balls to tell her that he's not her grandson...Or that he's a villain. But eventually, he spills the beans that he's not actually her grandson, and that his real granny was a jerk (still won't say that he's the Scarecrow however). And she's just like "I'll be your new grandma, don't you worry sweetie, now come inside, and tell me more about yourself." And this man Is on the verge of tears. After, he now 100% calls her grandma, and will not take shit from anyone about it. Calls often, and always leaves her house with a full stomach and a smile on his face.

Okay, but imagine being someone watching over the Riddler as his probation officer, essentially making sure he doesn't go back to his evil ways, as well as help him rebuild his life. Edward, however doesn't. And slowly, but surely, the two start to bond. Could be platonic or romantic.

Batman dealing with an assassin for hire, not knowing who they are or who hired them. And once he defeats them, he has to hide the look of horror on his face as he takes off their mask and it reveals the identity of his dearest friend. It only dawns on him the next day he hears their name on the news, only confirming that his worst dream has become a reality. So he visits you, not as Batman, but as Bruce. He sees your reasoning, and he can only hope you get better. He doesn't want to have to fight you once more.

Any Villain hunting a security guard down during an Arkham breakout, for whatever reason of your choice. But luckily, another villain, who they have grown close to, comes and saves the day. The only thing they ask for in return, for a place to lay low...AKA, their apartment. Could be platonic or romantic.

A heartbreaker breaks the heart of whichever villain you choose, and a local bartender (who really doesn't care that their main clientele are villains), tries to ease their woes with some comforting words and booze. Could be platonic or romantic.

BTAS Riddler during his rehabilitation meeting an interviewer, of whom he finds their questions unique and refreshing compared to the others. Luckily he sees them at the celebration between Wacko Toys™ and The Riddler, interviewing a few guests. Riddler tells them to relax and let loose a little, and to get off the job and dance with him. Luckily, they're more than happy to oblige.

Song Inspired prompts/Ideas

Once again, if you like the song/idea but not the character, you can totally change it, it's your story not mine. And if you think a song doesn't match the prompt, then I literally don't care, cause I'm not seeing you write a fuckton of Batman shit. /j (I do actually care, just please don't say anything)

Arkham Riddler - Best Friends, right? (Amy Winehouse)

Riddler and the character have a rocky relationship/friendship. Things never get physical, obviously, it's normally quips at the others intelligence or deep rooted insults. But you slowly start to realize it's his way of keeping you out, he's afraid to trust you. To let you in. It's up to you how the story goes. Could be platonic or romantic.

Any Villain - Hold Up (Beyoncé)

Any villain helping a friend (or crush, depending on the kind of story you want it to be), beat up an ex of theirs. Imagine them ranting to them about how bad they were to them, and they're just like "Fuck them! We should jump them!" And they're just like "FUCK YEAH." Could be platonic or romantic.

Capullo Riddler - Year Zero (Ghost)

If you read the comic Zero Year, you'll know that he calls his reign on Gotham city "Year Zero", so whenever I hear the song I think about him promising how great his reign will be to his partner in crime, promising them how unstoppable they'll be, just him and them on the top of the world. Could be platonic or romantic.

Riddler - Me and Your Mama (Childish Gambino)

I don't know, whenever I hear this song I just feel like it's repressed feelings coming out. So I thought of Riddler and whomever getting high with each other, having a good time, then he started to reveal his feelings for them. Honestly, you can totally switch Riddler out for someone else, it's up to you.

TW/Not for everyone

Including the song fics, and normal Prompts.

Prompts

(TW: YANDERE) Whichever villains you desire all talk about their obsessions, how they make them feel ect, but as each person talks about their obsessions, they slowly start to realize they are all obsessed over the same person. Whether they team up or not is up to you, but there is definitely tension in the room when they all figure it out. And the first person to figure it out is now looking among the group as they speak about the same person in shock, rage, and more or less, well, dying on the inside. UGH THE DRAMA!

(TW: POSSIBLE/IMPLIED SMUT) This was originally made to be a headcanon thing, but it could be anything of your choice! (within reason, cause not all of them would do this) any villain as a "paypig" (also known as someone who likes someone dominating them financially, like taking their money. While some just give them the money not expecting anything and simply find that hot, others can want to be degraded or publicly humiliated.) I was thinking it could mostly be any version of the Riddler (Looking at you BTAS and Paul Dano Riddler fans) or the Penguin, but feel free to choose any villain. Whether they leave it for them in their apartment or send it to them online, depending on when the series takes place, is all up to you. Go ham with it.

(TW: YANDERE) Dealing with Two-face as a new employee at the asylum, specializing in anger management, exclusively for him, funded by Bruce Wayne. And while to them it seems to not be working at all, to Harvey it's a different story. You've caught their eye, and they're gonna hunt you till the ends of the earth, whether you want them to or not. (And then I added a quote because I thought it up just now, pretty swag if you ask me)

"This wasn't chance this time, no, it was fate. You came to the asylum just to help little old us, and then you start to grow on us. And I know we started to grow on you. This was more than luck, no, it was destiny, my love. We belong together."

(TW: THIS COULD BE CONSIDERED YANDERE, IDK THOUGH) Riddler keeping his eye on a little private detective, impressed that they were smarter than the average Gothamite. Soon, before he can give them a real challenge, he finds out they're leaving town, never to return. He doesn't understand, you'd never be out of a job in a city like this! That was until he heard that a certain villain tried to nab them, to get rid of the only interesting thing in this god-forsaken place. No, this will not STAND! Now, he's going to give the little detective a letter, if they're as smart as he hopes, then they'll know where to meet him. He hopes to make you... Reconsider your plans on going. Could be platonic or romantic.

(TW: YANDERE, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE) This was made to be Headcanons, but do what you will with it. Any villain/hero finds their kidnapped 'partner' with a gun, threatening to kill themselves if they don't get out, or at the very least be able to go outside more. The character of your choice will have to try and coax them out of it, how they do it and how it ends is entirely up to you.

(TW: HOLY FUCK, SMUT) Okay, here me out, I'd love some mutual masterbation between Young Justice and his partner....Then again, it's more that he jacks off and says out loud what he's thinking about, and they just listen with great interest about how much he wants to please them, to hear their breath quiver. His whimpers of excitement when you get closer to him are heavenly. Yeah, just a thought.

(TW: YANDERE) Look, I love Scarecrow as much as the next. But it's honestly weird how much of his yandere stuff is that he's fallen for an ex-student of his. I mean, yeah they're consenting adults, but geez, kinda weird. To me, a more viable way for a teacher scarecrow to have a person of interest is another teacher, or if you like it, a student-teacher. Think about it, for a normal teacher, he sees that they are more favored than him by students, so he cares to ask how to make his class more engaging. Romantic tension ensues, but nothing becomes of it because they want to "be professional", too bad he's anything but. And for a student-teacher, It'd be that they're learning how to be a responsible teacher, and have great interest in the subject of fear, although that is not what they will be teaching. Scarecrow considers them to be his assistant, and decides to get to know them more. Too bad he's gotten a bit attached. Either way, both of these ideas end the same way in my head, the ex-teacher, Jonathan Crane, revealing his new identity, the Scarecrow, to the public. And he's made sure his lovely little teacher has front row seats~ (P.S. Please don't attack anyone who has written scarecrow x student stuff, obviously they are both adults, and have the right to say no. This is not shade to them. I just wanted another option for those who feel uncomfortable with that, but like teacher Scarecrow. Thank you ^^)

Song Inspired

Scarecrow - Tonight you Belong to Me (Patience & Prudence)

(TW: YANDERE) I have two ideas for this. 1) he chases a victim of his down, but they don't know how much he knows about them. Or 2) Dancing with a kidnapped victim significant other of his to this song, humming the words of the song in their ear, trying to be romantic and ease their nerves, but it doesn't help at all.

Any Villain(s)- Back to Black (Amy Winehouse)

(TW: DEATH) The villain(s) of your choice go to a good friend's funeral, saddened by their recent departure, and decide to attend undercover. Sadly, not many arrive at the funeral, and even worse, they are asked to say a few kind words for the departed. Now it's just got a bit more complicated than just grieving, do they decide a lie about how they knew them, bend the truth? It's all up to you. Meant to be platonic, but could be romantic repressed feelings.

Anyone - This Year (The Mountain Goats)

(TW: IMPLIED DEATH/BREAKUP) Any person of your choice dealing with the first year without their significant other, made to be headcanons, but honestly you do you.

#batman #story ideas #story prompts #dc villains #yandere #yandere batman #yandere riddler #yandere two face #scarecrow dc #penguin dc #paul dano riddler #btas riddler #yandere scarecrow #dc x reader

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Sicktember Day 14: "I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am"

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Damon Gant, Manfred von Karma Notes: It is Old Man Hours™. I am Not Sorry™. It may or may not Happen Again™. Manfred does not need friends; they disappoint him. Do not concern yourself with the mere possibility he may have looked on in envy when overhearing a discussion between two friendly attorneys in the office lobby. Do not even think about the potential feeling he may have that something is off when entering his office doesn’t immediately spawn a visit from Damon Gant, who is not his friend. Set in 1999 for the very important reason of Franziska being born and also The Phantom Menace is in theaters. Yes, both are very important to this entry. The elder von Karma sister is finally named because I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer: Adelaide. I was holding off until I finished a PWKM with her that’s been long on hiatus, but I grew impatient with myself.

@vonpharma, please enjoy the sillies.

Damon Gant, Deputy Chief of the Los Angeles district police department, was a nuisance. This was obvious. Anyone who had shared a room’s oxygen with the man would most likely agree. At least, Manfred von Karma thought so.

If anything, a morning without being loudly greeted by the man ought to be considered a most welcome change. At least, Manfred von Karma used to think so.

It wasn’t that Manfred was lonely. No, not at all. Even if his attempts at calling to check on the status of his wife and newborn second daughter were frequently shot down by the servants who answered the phone, he was not at all lonely! In fact, this morning, he listened to the conversation between a younger prosecutor and his bothersome defense attorney friend. It was beyond Manfred’s comprehension why such intermingling would even be desired in the first place, but he listened.

He even bothered to remember the topic of the conversation, however dull it was, being the release of some ridiculous science fiction movie. The defense attorney had seen it already with his son and was inviting this prosecutor to see it with his family a second time. It was quite comical! Two grown men being so openly fond of their childish interests! Not to mention a father exposing his child to lowbrow, newfangled computer animation-aided drivel passed off as cinema these days, and twice at that! That was not at all anything Manfred would ever want to waste his valuable time doing.

Yes, his time was incredibly valuable. He already spent so much of it reviewing case files he had read and reread several times this morning, which was highly important; as was the time he set aside to enjoy a cup of tea served by his secretary, imagining the framed picture of his firstborn daughter on his desk was the girl’s actual presence savoring the moment with him. The lack of interruptions made the ongoing day perfect and not at all concerning once he considered the notable absence of a certain deputy police chief.

He was especially not concerned once that absence was minimized into a mere tardiness, with a hacking cough from Gant replacing a typical, obnoxious greeting at Manfred’s office doorway.

“Manny!” Gant finally called out to him.

Somehow, this version of Gant calling out to him with a significant lack of familiar energy managed to bother Manfred even more than usual.

“Damon Gant.” Manfred addressed him as he typically did, a subtle attempt at correcting Gant’s informality that never truly succeeded. Whether Gant continued using nicknames out of spite or simply because he could not get the hint was a mystery. “You’re late.”

“Late?” Gant shook his head. “I’d say it’s more that you’re early!”

“It is nearly 2 o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Early for a man I expected to have at the very least planned a trip back home!” Gant amended with a shrug.

“Why would I do that when there is still so much to be done here?”

Gant perused through the collection of family pictures on the prosecutor’s desk, provoking a scowl from Manfred each time he left one out of its original place.

“Because a little birdy told me you’ll be adding to this collection, soon enough!”

Manfred furiously and meticulously placed each framed photo back into their original positions. Inconsiderate didn’t even begin to describe Gant’s carelessness, especially as he soon started coughing over Manfred’s head with what can hardly even be called an attempt to cover.

“Yes, I am awaiting Adelaide’s school award ceremony pictures to be developed. She’s set a new record for her age group in how many accolades she’s won this year alone.”

“No, Manny! Your new family member!” Gant shot a disappointed look at Manfred. “For shame, not being present to see your own baby.”

“Tell our family’s midwife who won’t let anyone besides a select few servants enter the entire east wing of the home.” Manfred responded glumly. “She’s far more overbearing than the one we had when Adelaide was born.”

“I see now!” Gant clapped his hands together. “You’re drowning those sorrows in your work, then! Typical Manny!” He let out his trademark jovial laughter, at least until that cough overtook him yet again.

“Would you please stop drowning me in whatever illness has you in its grasp? In fact, why not take leave for the day to avoid the risk of infecting everyone else?”

“You worry too much, Manny! I’ve…” Gant stared into space mid-sentence. “I’ve taken a reasonable amount of medicine to lessen all those infectious symptoms.” Either he was lying, or neglected to realize that coughing all over another man’s desk was infectious in its own right.

“Define ‘reasonable.’”

“Of course!” The deputy police chief rummaged through his conveniently large suit pockets and pulled out a bottle of what Manfred recalled to be absolutely sickeningly syrupy blue-green liquid. Gant then went on rambling about how effective it was, before suddenly trailing off-topic into a tangent Manfred couldn’t bother to try understanding.

Manfred couldn’t help but notice the large letters advising how the medicine should be used: “TAKE BEFORE BED,” “DO NOT DRIVE OR OPERATE HEAVY MACHINERY,” and of course “FOR NIGHTTIME.”

Not only was Damon Gant a nuisance, but now Manfred was suspicious that Gant was unable to read. It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon and Gant had proudly announced what was either impatience or incompetence when it came to taking cold medicine.

Manfred was now presented with the choice of either taking matters into his own hand to prevent the disastrous results of allowing Gant to stay at the office and eventually drive himself home or allow said disastrous results to occur.

“That’s it.” Manfred stood up and inhaled deeply. He may have just taken in thousands of germs in doing so, but his exasperation was too much to go without expressing. “I am escorting you home.”

“Aw, you’re worried about me, Manny?” The way Gant cooed was all the confirmation Manfred needed that he was far too overmedicated to be either out and about or driving home.

“I shouldn’t be worried about you.” After all, Gant was merely another cog in the Los Angeles legal district machine. “But,” Manfred added quietly, “for some reason, I am.”

Gant let himself fall over to be propped up by Manfred, who couldn’t tell if this was intentional or merely an effect of the nighttime medication.

“You’re a good friend, Manny.”

No, no. Manfred von Karma did not need friends.

He did, however hard it was to admit, need Gant.

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I bumped into this moment some time ago. I never noticed it before, and some thoughts sprouted from it. I thought I’d write one of my rambling about my strange theories. I should have kept translating the rollercoaster fic but I wrote this instead (I’m at chapter 7 by the way)

Facts to be taken into consideration: we are at the end of episode 3.01 "Revenge is best served cold" now and Grissom gave the plant™ to Sara in episode 2.15 "Burden of proof". So, plants are already something to them, at the moment. Also keep in mind that "[i]n Roman mythology, Flora is the goddess of flowers: a symbol of beauty, youth and new beginnings. The word ‘flora’ identifies the natural realm of plants and flowers."

So -

We see Sara entering the office and being intrigued by the plant that Grissom is arranging on the table. No wonder, she likes vegetation. The moment she enters the room, Grissom raises his eyes from the plant and has the time to notice Sara's reaction. It's when their eyes meet. The camera lets us appreciate Grissom’s reaction: when Sara moves her look upwards from the plant and stares at him in a sort of inquiring way, Grissom's eyes widens a little, his look softens, his mouth moves in a restrained smile. His body seems to acquire a prouder posture. "Here my present for you, again," he seems to say.

They must have talked about the original plant™, at the time of "Burden of proof". One doesn't receive a plant from Grissom and just goes “oh, ok, great, let’s move on”. To say the least, they go to him and say "thank you", right? Even more so when the receiver of the plant is Sara. It must have been a very cute moment to see ― I imagine it happening in an isolated place (the locker room or the car while driving to a scene, maybe), they both trying to keep tenderness under control, unsure about the words to say, afraid at the same time to say too much and too little.

Now, months away from that moment, unexpectedly Grissom's "Here my present for you, again" is dropped. I like to think that Grissom decides to make such a scenographic presentation for his explanation of the case on purpose. To please her.

At the beginning of the episode, upon hearing Hank tell Warrick to say hello to Sara, we see Grissom turning to Hank in a sort of “feed someplace else, boor” way. He perceives, maybe for the very first time, that Sara is having something going on with that primitive. Because of that, on the crime scene that he, Warrick and Sara are working, we see him sharply tell her to take one of the chairs of the poker game to the lab ― so she'll stay away from Hank. For the first part of the episode, we see Grissom being kind of apart from Sara: despite her keeping invading his personal space, they works almost always separately, we see them in a scene together only few times and he almost never interacts with her (when he doesn’t shoot her meaningful and lost looks). At one moment, we see him working in solitude listening to an aria. Here, it seems to me, something changes in his mind.

The aria Grissom is listening to when Sara arrives in the room is not a casual one. It's from Leoncavallo's "Pagliacci", an opera revolving around jealousy. The piece of music of the scene, in particular, is “Vesti la giubba” (“Put on the costume”). It is sung at the end of Act I by Canio, who is preparing for the comedy as Pagliaccio despite having just discovered his wife Nedda's betrayal. This aria represents the concept of the "tragic clown," who sustains his comic role without showing any upset, but inwardly experiences a personal drama - which is exactly what Grissom is living at the moment. While he’s there in his melancholic solitude, Sara arrives and stops the music right when Canio is asking himself if he’s even a man, trying to muster courage and enter the stage (instead of just being just a clown ― on the stage and in his personal life). Grissom has not seen her arrive, he’s focused on his papers, and it's only when the music stops that he sees Sara. It's now, I like to think, that something inside his mind changes, now that he's on the edge of facing his destiny, about to renounce to happiness once for all, brave like that part of Titanic's crew who in the bowels of the ship kept the machines working until the last moment before the sinking.

Sara must have appeared beautiful in his eyes - I mean more beautiful than usual. Indeed, throughout the episode she looks really great, fresh, happy. Cheerful. And that makes Grissom's heart bleed. But, all of a sudden, he might have realized that the smile now adorning her face is a different smile. One of those shy smiles she shoots him when she feels embarrassed. Embarrassed because of the feeling that keeps them bound one to the other since they first met.

Let's get back to the beginning of the episode for a moment, just before Grissom implicitly sends Sara to the lab. Warrick notices that one of the chairs he's examining with ALS is dirt with what he thinks is urine and asks confirmation of it to Grissom. He confirms that and explains, "Game like this (poker), leaving the table early could be perceived as a sign of weakness." It's possible that when he finds Sara in front of him more beautiful than it has ever been, Grissom applies this rule to his relationship with her: he decides to not leave the table too early, he decides to fight for her girl. He's indeed a man, not a clown.

In this term, it's curious what he says to Sara when she, upon stopping the music, asks him what he's got. "Suspicious waitress," he replies. It's the reference to something suspicious, something like a "lie" that strikes me. The waitress is lying, if we're talking about the case; but if we render the sentence in a broader and general meaning, a woman is saying or acting falsely. These are the very first words Grissom says to Sara in that scene, "a woman is probably saying or acting falsely". Just like in the case of the statement about the game of poker, let's now apply this new sentence to GSR. The only woman that really is in Grissom's life is Sara. So we might say that Grissom says "the waitress is lying" but he means "you (Sara) are lying. All your cheerfulness is just a façade, the smiles you throw around are just the show of a clown. The very smile you just made now, in this room populated just by you and me, so sweetly and timidly happy ― this is your real smile. And you just made it to me."

It's as if the words of the Leoncavallo's song now shift "owner": they could be applied to Grissom at the beginning of the scene, but could be applied to Sara now. Sara is the one mustering courage to step away from Grissom, despite her feelings ― despite their feelings. She's mustering courage to establish a new relationship with another man, since the one with Grissom seems impossible to achieve. She, like in the opera, exemplifies the entire notion of the "tragic clown": smiling on the outside but crying on the inside.

And we finally arrive at the "Here my present for you, again" moment. Given all that was said before, Grissom interprets this new plant as a means to make Sara remember the secret feeling they’re sharing for each other and make Hank vanish from her mind in any shape or form. As though this new plant could mark a new beginning.

I like to think that it works, in some part ― at the moment, at least. I like to think that in front of the new plant they share a moment of secret intimacy and, at the memory of when they talked about the original plant™, their hearts melt a bit with tenderness. I like to think that when Grissom's explanation concludes, Warrick leaves and they are left alone with all their emotions cradling their hearts and minds. Maybe she tells him something about the plant he doesn't know. Maybe they talk about botany. Science has always kept them together and so now botany becomes the spark igniting a genuine and bright discussion. One of those discussions where they feel free: science is a neutral contest ground, personal matters are not directly involved and this makes them enjoy the discussion unhindered.

Maybe, just like at their first meeting, during a discussion about anthropology, Sara was the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask Grissom to dinner, now, during a discussion about botany, Grissom is the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask her to dinner.

I like to think that the plant finally ends in Sara's hands. Maybe she asks what it will be of it and Grissom says that she can keep it. "Here's my present to you again," he means.

Alas, we all know what follows in the evolution of the series, and the cold shower Grissoms receives in the following episode. But most importantly, we all know how the story finally ends. 🥰

I probaby missed a lot of points, but I hope you enjoyed the typos at least

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I just wanna say, I ADORE your fic “What Used to be Mine”. I reread it whenever I just need to feel a cathartic ache and relief. So I have a numbered list of thoughts that have popped into my head each time I do:

the title is a reference to is a reference to the “Healing Incantation” from Tangled, right? Have you seen any of the animated series? Because it’s set post Movie and there’s a “Decay Incantation” (something something every light has a shadow etc) that makes me think of Dean in this fic, and how he’s mentions he realized he was “rotting” in his room. The Incantation goes “Wither and decay, End this destiny, Break these earthly chains, And set the spirit free, The spirit free” * so…yeah, in my head he’s been chanting this at himself the whole fic basically haha ☹️ (also the healing spell is a bit more…selfish? And the decay spell is more…sweeping/broad? “Give back what’s mine vs Set it Free” hmmm 🤔)

Also with the title, it makes me think of “She Used to be Mine” from the musical Waitress, it’s a lament of the titular Waitress (who loves baking pies for her diner and that’s the only positive thing she has left she at this point) over the loss of who she used to be, how life and her job and her dirt bag abusive leech of a husband have drained the life and vitality from herself. She’s mourning the person she was, that she considers separate and dead from herself now, but the issue is she’s pregnant now and she doesn’t know what to do, so she’s singing to her unborn baby (the line “…but now I got you. You’re not what I asked for” is to the baby) that, “that old me would have been a good mom to you, but not me” and a faint hope maybe this will situation will make her try and not just accept her life now. I don’t know that Dean has ever liked himself enough to be nostalgic for who he used to be but it does give me Dean&Jack feelings, maybe the nostalgia for old Dean was a Dean that has an alive Cas, that Dean could have been good to Jack. But if we make the “you’re not what I asked for” more general could be Dean to Cas (especially in like a 2014 Dean to say a later canon Cas… maybe a AU where Dean does die post Soul Bomb and that Cas meets a 2014 Dean that survived Samifier?) sorry tangent lol

I adore your Garth and I like to imagine post fic a lovely gentle family supper with Cas meeting Cas jr and Garth being so very happy to see Dean doing better. And that they do those suppers at least once a month as a reward for Garth doing all he could to keep Dean doing, all his favorite people in his pack sharing a meal

a) Speaking of post fic and the people looking after Dean, I do wonder about Sam once he finally learns Dean is alive and so is Cas. Either we get our patented Emotional Bro Moment ™ and slow path to healing. Or like, Sam sees Dean is alive and ok and so is Cas and Sam, who I assume has been feverishly hunting for Dean 24/7 since he ran away, is like, “you good Dean? Cas you staying with him? Ok I’m going to the Bahamas for a month talk later bye” and 4 b) does Sam ever find out just HOW bad off Dean was when Cas found him or is that just between Cas and Dean?

I adore just how NEEDY Dean is for Cas once he’s back and ooohh delightful co-dependency and it’s just so so Dean. I like to imagine he gets better about needing Cas touching at all time but he’s still always clingy. And that he sometimes just NEEDS as close as possible (nightmares, post a dangerous situation, Cas got away from Dean in the grocery store for too long, etc) and maybe Cas is like, “Dean if I could I’d be as close as possible all the time but unless I possess you I won’t be able to do [x]” and Deans like “…yes”. Because what could be closer? Maybe not full time and Dean likes Cas’s body a LOT but maybe as a sometimes thing Dean needs to feel Cas in every cell of his body and soul AND go to the post office/interview someone for a hunt (if Dean ever does hunt again even occasionally) so Cas hops into his body for an internal bear hug since he can’t do so externally without people lookin’ funny as they shuffle along

I might remember other things but again! love this fic so much! Sorry for rambling so much!

❤️❤️❤️

*vid of the Decay incantation here https://youtu.be/_jZ6LTmyW6U?si=8tSj36trhI5H-7uP (here they found the new Incantation and are like, what does it do/can we use it to defeat [insert big bad here]? And this is the result oops. There are even more Incantations but they have SPOILERS, as it’s about 2 different powers (Sun Drop/Moon Stone) struggling for balance etc etc it’s a 3 season show with LORE and it’s vry good. The LORE around the Moon Stone is why Rapunzel has her long hair back because she touched some magic moon stuff and the her hair grew back and…)

Oh! I wasn’t the only one to connect “She used to be mine” to Dean, here

It works very well it turns out!

But as a bonus question, do you think there’s a version of Dean that the Dean at the end of the show would nostalgically think was “good enough” for Cas? As like another denial tactic, where Dean of now is like, “yeah Cas loves me and I love him but as I exists now I don’t deserve him like I would have before I [pre Hell, before Dean was Jack's John Winchester (even temporarily), Pre Michael, Pre Divorce arc, etc], but now I just gotta stay just friends for his own good”.

Thanks again for writing a fic like “What used to be mine” that gets my brain whirring and my heart fluttering

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Hello, anon!!

Tumblr isn't letting me format this answer at all, which is super fun and has been just a joy to repeatedly struggle w! I'm gonna try to keep my points short since this is a v long post lol

Firstly, your meta is v cool and i hate to disappoint you, What Used to Be Mine was chosen arbitrarily as the title bc it was on the mood playlist I made while writing the fic, and then i was struggling for a title, opened the playlist, and it was the first song title i saw (and yes, it's the version from the Broadway show lol)

I love Garth, he's under-utilized T A T

As for the reunion scene, I've actually thought a lot about this. Tbh i'm bad at being succinct lol and I just knew that if I *wrote* the reunion scene, it'd be another 20k words, and I had too many WIPs going on at the time to dedicate energy and time to that.

In my mind, I think the reunion would be complicated. I don't think Dean and Cas would tell Sam how bad it got - Dean runs away, in part, to protect Sam from seeing him at his absolute lowest. He's parentified and wouldn't want to put that on Sam. So, I think ultimately, Sam would be told that he doesn't need to worry about the why or how, just be glad Cas is home and Dean is okay, and he'd be reluctant at first, and then kinda pissed off.

What he dealt with, with Dean in that fic, was emotionally exhausting. And then he was kind of abandoned. Being told to just shut up and smile wouldn't go over well w Sam, and it might take Garth's intervention to smooth things over, and remind Sam why it's a bad idea to poke at wounds like that, and to just let Dean have his privacy. With how codependent Dean and Sam are, i think it would just make Sam v angry that he's being shut out of the conclusion of MONTHS of agony for them both, but he'd eventually, gradually, release the resentment he might feel over it.

I like to think the Cas/Dean reunion scene in What Used to be Mine is a reflection of how they met in Hell; Dean not believing it, then fighting it out of fear or realizing he's being saved and not wanting to be, and then finally acceptance and surrender -- the neediness at the end i meant more to be... idk. like. upsetting? it's Dean at his most fearful and his most repentant. everything's always disappearing on him, people and opportunities and he felt what it was like to have even the memory of Cas stolen from him, so that moment, when he's sobbing and on his knees and clawing at Cas to get closer, it's more a sad, animal reaction than what i imagine as Dean being needy. but also i get what you're describing and i love needy!Dean in fic lol

im not entirely sure i understand what your last question is, but if im understanding it; i am sure a post-canon AU argument could be made for Dean circumventing any romance w Cas bc he feels undeserving, that's v in-character tbh. Dean's self-hatred is integral to a lot of plot on spn lmao it would stand to reason that Dean could, in theory, work through the shock and fear of being attracted to Cas, feeling that intensely for his best friend, who is a supernatural AND guy-shaped, and he might even accept all those things and come to the conclusion that he reciprocates romantic love, and then self-sabotage bc he's self-punishing. That absolutely tracks

I'm so so so so so glad you enjoyed What Used to be Mine!!!! ; u ; it means so much to me when folks talk to me abt my fics like this, i love seeing meta and talking abt the details and what-if's!! i hope i answered all your questions :333 feel free to send more any time u wanna talk abt any of my fics!! this really brightened my day ; u ;

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There are no narrative inconsistencies in RT's Act 4. Period. Zero.

Also known as: my friend channeling her inner Cegorach, to deal with Act 4 shenanigans.

Obviously full of spoilers and critique bordering on venting. But in a hilarious way.

Me & the gals read it and had a good laugh, so we poked her to share it in public, but she's too shy. So now I'm going to share it. With her permission, of course XD

There are no narrative inconsistencies. Period. Zero. None.

Act 4 starts with the portal spitting us out on Janus, annoying Muaran.

“Fucking mon-keigh…” greets Muaran, despite us being allies. Once again, I beg Muaran to give me some colony projects, but he ignores me. We make our way back to my voidship with me wiping my tears away, while Yrliet pats me on the back sympathetically.

“Lord Captain! It is high time you do something about your xenos pet!” says Argenta and Heinrix the moment I finally sat my arse on my stupid throne. I look at them dead in the eye, tired of repeating myself, then I give them the middle finger. “Argenta, how about I lash you instead for what you did?” I add, but she ignores me. Everyone ignores what I just said, and I begin to question if Argenta ever admitted doing what she did. 'Okay. Must be the trauma induced delusions imagining these things, then’ I thought to myself, deciding to forget the whole thing.

Time to retire to my chambers for some peace and quiet.

KnockKnock. Idira wants to speak to me. KnockKnock Heinrix wants to speak to me. KnockKocno, black screen wants to speak to me. KocnoKoco, uh, wants to speeketh to meeh!?error?error??crash to desktop. Reboot required. …I meta-reload and decide to leave my chambers without resting. The cursed knocking finally ceases. The error filled warp releases us from its grip.

Let’s get down to Rogue Trading business.

“Anything interesting occurring in my absence?” I ask my bridge officer. “Lord Captain, Winterscale had misplaced himself in one of his jungle planets, Chorda allied herself with Lord Calcazar taking Footfall from us, and all of our colonies are on fire.” “Terrific news.” In no hurry, I make my way to scan random planets for resources which later I will find out I can’t even use. There is no more content. “Funny how little actual Rogue Trading I do when it’s basically my only fucking job…” I mumble to myself while finally turning to see what’s up with Chorda.

Bzzz! Zbang!

“Lord Captain!” Uh-oh. “What now?” I ask, hopeful for content™ “Lord Captain, we have intercepted an anomaly that almost collided with us,” reports my Vox Mistress. “Okay? Anything else about it?” I ask. “No, nothing else to report.” “...” “Then why the dramatic interruption? Is this not leading up to anything? My journal entry did not get updated. What was the point of this?” My Vox Mistress shrugs, “Only the Emperor knows, Lord Captain.” “...”

We reach Footfall, and we find out that Chorda is hanging Pirates for Piracy on a Piracy planetoid. “Hm. How does that make any sense? Is it not easier to just bomb the entire planet instead of purging it manually like this?” I question the logic of it out loud to no one in particular.

Chorda smirks smirkingly at my arrival. With the attitude of Paris Hilton welcoming some schmuck into her 5 stars Hilton hotel. “How do you like my deliverance of Imperium justice, RT?” she smugly asks. I frown. “How do you like this planetoid barren of any life forms if you plan on killing every single man here?” She ignores my questions and suddenly declares me to be placed under trial. “Sorry, what did you just say? A trial? A 3rd trial after I just escaped from Commorragh? Are you okay?” ‘Am I okay?’

Feeling overwhelmed by the stupidity of this narrative I pick up her spoon to eat this random man’s brains raw. Marazhai, for some reason, is into it. “You are disgusting” says Chorda, who 5 seconds prior also partook in eating this poor sod’s brains. “And you are a hypocrite who has peas for brains. Is that why you’re doing this? To replenish your non-existent brain lobs, perhaps?” I say, unimpressed with her insult.

In a flustered panic, Chorda shares Vladaym’s location and tells me to go kill him, despite me making it clear I despise her and want her dead. “Why are you telling me th- Oh for fu-, you know what? Nevermind. Let’s just go.” We leave.

We reach Vladaym's super secret hide out. “Hello to you, you sneaky rascal” I greet him in a friendly manner, because we’ve already established we’re allies. “Your Ladyship, you might not have a lot of love for me or our business-” “What?” I interrupt him. “What do you mean, Vladaym? I traded with the Kasballica. Do you even check your statistics? I am literally your number 1 store buyer. I send Footfall provisions. I kept you in charge of Footfall under Valancius’ wing. I was nice to you personally. What do you mean, I don't have a lot of love for you???!”

I get ignored, as per usual.

“Yo” says Hieronymus, making an aquila gesture greeting. “Yo” I salute back, making an aeldari greeting gesture in return. “Did you know I’m a piece of shit who indoctrinated Chorda since she was little to be the ultimate heretic killing machine? This is why she is the way she is btw.” Hieronymus admits with little prompting. “Oh, spare me her sob story! Are you serious?!” Hieronymus doesn’t respond, just soullessly stares at me, giving me nothing.

I become desperate.

“You info dumping her sob story on me, ONLY WITH A DOGMATIC DIALOGUE OPTION, is all this game gives me to make me like her enough to redeem her AS AN ICONOCLAST? How does that make any sense?! This is truly all you are going to give me??” I grab onto Hieronymus’ sleeve, having lost it entirely. The priest looks down at me with pity then shrugs. “The Emperor bestows a lot on his followers, my child. The gift of logic and sense however... were omitted here.” “Omitted? You mean just for this quest only, right? This is simply a flaw, a hiccup in the overarching narrative, and not for the rest of the story, father? Right? Right, father???” “...I am so sorry, my child. But while we’re at it, I must warn you. You will aggro my boss fight regardless of what you do during this quest.”

I stare into the dirty rooftop of the bar, to avoid tears leaking out of my eyeballs. The dirty metallic rooftop stares back. "I am not possessed or insane. Everything around me is simply too bugged. Nothing is real." I mumble crazily to comfort myself. The dirty rooftop then laughs at me, seeing how I have not reached any of the conviction point thresholds that are required for anything during this act.

I snap and let out an inhuman screech, pressing the quit button.

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Justice for Augustus

“Gluttony

1: excess in eating or drinking

2: greedy or excessive indulgence”

One of the Seven Deadly Sins, Gluttony represents overindulgence and consumption. Gluttony is hoarding resources for oneself to the detriment of others. It’s closely associated with Greed.

In a more literal sense, Gluttony refers to overeating, and all images of Gluttony are.. incredibly unkind to those of us who are fat and live in a world that sees us as people who are lazy, who lack self-discipline, and are generally burdensome eyesores. Fatness has been used symbolically in images and illustrations to represent wealthy and powerful figures of controversy, ‘fat-cats’ who abuse their power in order to hoard material and symbolic assets.

In the time of the Donald Trump presidency, of all the things one could mock him for, jokes about his fatness were everywhere. Trump served as the proverbial Gluttony figure of that time, the anti-fatness lightly coated in a façade of commentary.

Imagine seeing your body represented on a magazine cover, except when you look closer, it’s portrayed for disgust or as a warning. They say, “you don’t want to be like this, and you should be ashamed if you are.” If I never see another health magazine cover with an image of someone looking down at their large belly, toes on a scale peeking up at the numbers scroll wildly, it will still be too soon.

Over the years, I have struggled with my body image. I was raised in the 90’s, a chubby, cherub-esque child who simply existed. By the time I was in Kindergarten, I became very aware that something was wrong with me. “What did you do over summer? Go to fat camp?” said a little asshole kid – whose name I still remember, by the way.

This was not made easier by my Mom, who grew tired of my adorableness when I turned six, and immediately jumped on the fad diet bandwagon, determined to get me to be a normal, acceptable size that would not make her look like a neglectful parent. Fad diets were my life for twenty-three years, up and down my weight yo-yoed constantly. I went from starvation diets to protein heavy diets, to supplements and cleanses, and, of course, prescription intervention. I learned early to think about certain foods as good or bad, and often snuck and hid food from my Mom to avoid chastising and the sound of her red pen on a notebook page, tracking my every calorie.

I had parties and get togethers with friends a lot as a kid, not only because I was lonely and wanted company, but because my parents would go out of the way to make the party exciting for others, by getting the best junk food and snacks. It was a prime opportunity to sneak and hide things I was otherwise forbidden to have much of. There were times I ate out of the garbage, or kept perishable food in unsafe conditions to make it last.

Disordered eating has a varied history, where those who become too thin are victims and those who become too big are irresponsible. So here we are, The Fats ™, destined to become life lessons for other people. You don’t want to be like us.

This past week, I have been thinking about this more than I had in a few years. For Halloween, my office decided to turn our space into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory – which, great in theory, challenging in practice. The room itself was exhausting, but turned out well and rewarding. The on theme costumes that followed were the issue.

Early on, we had enough people committing to being the main character group, of which was left none other than Augustus Gloop.

“Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, you dirty, greedy nincompoop..”

At first, I volunteered, mostly thinking it would be hilarious to do the version from the 1971 Gene Wilder film so I could wear lederhosen. But, as time drew nearer and nearer, and grocery costs shot upward, I found less reason to buy something I would only wear once. Instead, I decided to do the 2005 version – a striped turtleneck and cuffed jeans. Simple enough, right?

I kept putting it off, finding reasons to not yet invest in a costume until a week and a half before Halloween. When I started looking, and nothing by that description could be found in my size, with the exception of a $50 top from one of the over-priced plus sized brands that is actually fast fashion. (You know the one.) Of course, I wasn’t going to buy that. I also didn’t want to paint a plain turtleneck – I couldn’t find any in my size, but even if I could have, I fucking hate the feeling of turtlenecks. I had accepted defeat – rather graciously – and was prepared to throw together another costume, something I was actually passionate about.

The whole purpose of this theme idea was to fulfill a plan created by a coworker that was meant to happen during covid. This is to be her last year before retirement and she’s dealing with some difficult life situations. When I told her I wasn’t going to be on theme, I could see the disappointment on her face. This is a coworker I’ve grown very fond of, and knowing this was her last big Halloween office throwdown, I decided to suck it up and do what I could.

I wore a striped t-shirt (though not the right colors) and jeans. The shirt was slightly too short for my torso, and a bit of my tummy showed. Since the outfit wasn’t accurate, I went all on in commitment, covering my entire head in chocolate brown paint, making little drip streaks on my neck and face.

Dressing up is something I always love to do, but I just wasn’t quite feeling this one. Was it because it was 6am and I was covered in painter-grade acrylic paint instead of makeup? Maybe, but even my partner noted I looked uncharacteristically unenthused. I didn’t read too much into it, noting it had already been a busy week at work.

At first, I was really enjoying the reactions I got from people, even though I had to explain who I was multiple times. I think at one point I got tired of explaining and simply said, ‘the fat kid who gets stuck in the pipe.’ The more eyes were on me, as the painted head did make me quite striking, the more I felt uncomfortable in the shirt I was wearing, showing a bit of my fleshy, squishy belly. I was also suddenly aware of how much space my body takes up.

At some point around mid-day, I realized I was dressed as the personification of fat stereotypes – a character with no real redeeming traits, simply existing as a short-lived fat joke and an attempt at a lesson for children. Augustus Gloop represents Gluttony, overindulgence, greed, stupidity and clumsiness.

“If you are wise, you'll listen to me. What do you get when you guzzle down sweets? Eating as much as an elephant eats. What are you at getting terribly fat? What do you think will come of that?”

People who worked in my building and recognized the character sang the movie songs at me, and laughed at how funny they were. I also won the award for the funniest costume – the judges cited my commitment.

“I don’t like the look of it.”

As soon as the events were over, I peeled every bit of that paint off my head, leaving a little trail of flakes all over my office desk and down the hall into the women’s room. With it went some of my eyebrows, but I didn’t care. I needed to get it off. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I needed to sweat and this plastic, constrictive substance was preventing me from doing that.

I began to worry people would see me as this gross charicature of fat people, and I walked back to my desk with my hand holding my shirt down.

Augustus Gloop is meant to be a nine-year-old boy. A nine-year-old! He is held personally and fully responsible for his eating habits, his greed, and his clumsiness that causes him to fall in the river of chocolate. His punishment is not just getting stuck in a pipe, fully on display for everyone to see him while Oompa-Loompas sing about his fatness, his life is being threatened by the possibility of what happens where the pipe goes.

A subtle reminder that this is a child being treated this way. Not his parents, but him as a person.

As a kid, it always disturbed me that we didn’t get to see the other kids come out of the factory at the end.

“I don’t like the look of it.”

In my mind, Augustus did nothing wrong. I feel sorry for Augustus. He isn’t given a personality, but is still treated as having enough agency to be punished for his actions, which likely correlates to how his parents influenced him. He exists for the joke and as a morality lesson. That poor kid never stood a chance.

It was a heavy day for me, but god I’m glad it’s over.

#fatness #body shaming #body positivity #willy wonka #cw trauma #tw body shaming #augustus gloop #fat kid

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kedreeva · 1 year

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Yeah my laptops os definitely has a personal vendetta against you and that is why i have been unable to use my graphic tablet for a couple months now

Funnily enough about 1 hour after sending that ask i encountered Another one of my kids in public transport on the way home and my first thought was that i mustve summoned him with the previous ask

Now

I CANT BELIEVE THERE IS LIKE AN ACTUAL BATHROOM SCENE™ i thought the fucking robin and steve bathroom floor scenes for the fic™ that was lead to the proper beginning of the undoing of my sanity were just like a fucking thing in that fic i didnt know they were A Thing™ goddamn

AND STOP TELLING ME INTRIGUING STUFF ABOUT THE DAMNED SHOW CAUSE I CAN ONLY POSTPONE WATCHING IT FOR SO LONG WITH MY SANITY IN SHAMBLES

Goddamn it kedreeva ive never even properly Encountered either hopper or dmitri but now i am Invested in them i curse you to continue thinking about them in those circumstances until YOU crack and end up making something about the fuckers

Also no worries about taking a bit to reply idm in teh slightest i just thought tumblr mightve eaten my ask cause it does that quite a bit but yeah im glad youre getting your shit done (unlike me whos currently writing this reply in an attempt to further postpone making a google forms for a fucking poll that was supposed to be done hours ago so that tomorrow it can be sent out cause i fucking need the results by monday at the latest- and NO this ISNT _That_ assignment thats about to make me fail that class this is a completely different very very urgent thing im ignoring gotta love the executive dysfunction)

*soft gasp* the bathroom scene is so good....

You must have seen gifs of it! I've reblogged a few!! I will make some gifs tomorrow, but please... imagine.... Steve and Robin have been drugged with something to loosen their tongues, Steve's been beat to hell (robin was hit once, for spitting in a Russian officer's face), they've both just gotten ill, and they're slouched on the filthy floor in separate stalls of a movie theater bathroom. And to check if the drug is still in their systems, they start asking each other questions, and Robin's question is: "Have you ever been in love?"

And Steve tells her yeah, with Nancy Wheeler. Robin scoffs, but then softly asks him if he's still in love with her, and he thinks about it a second, and then says no, and she asks why not, and he starts to tell her that he found someone better for him. Someone that makes him laugh, someone that he has fun with, someone he should have been friends with long before now and he doesn't know why he wasn't except that he was an asshole before, and cared about things that didn't matter. And the cinematography is showing Robin in the other stall with her head in her hands, and when she doesn't answer, Steve slides under the stall wall to join her in her stall and asks her what she thinks.

And Robin tells him the girl sounds amazing, and Steve looks her in the eyes as best he can with only 1 good eye at the moment, and tells her earnestly "she is." and she tells him but the boy isn't thinking clearly. Then!!!! She asks if he remembers when she told him about the class they shared, and he says yeah, because it was like an hour ago, and she tells him well, she was jealous of Steve because Tammy couldn't look away from Steve, and Robin wanted her to look at her.

And Steve, precious baby boy, tells her, but Tammy is a girl? And Robin says his name, so soft, like he's being an idiot because he is, and he gets it, and leans back, thinking, and Robin looks a little crushed but she stays, she waits, she prompts him for his thoughts, and he says, like, yeah, it's fine but you need better taste in women. and then they start loudly singing like muppets and that's when and how Dustin and Erica find them.

You HAVE to see this scene, but I think I actually like the interrogation room floor scene a LITTLE better because Steve's beat up, but they haven't been drugged yet, and Robin comes up with a plan to jump-walk the chairs they are bound to over to the torture devices table to get something to cut their ropes with, but they just. fall over. and Steve - who is beat to hell - hits the ground with a pained noise and the utter silence of someone fighting not to make more of them, and Robin's shoulders start shaking and they're bound back-to-back so he feels it and immediately pulls himself out of his pain to tell her "it's okay, it's okay, don't cry, robin." Except, she's laughing because she cannot believe THIS is how she's gonna die or that this is WHO she is gonna die with.

And then Robin's telling him she sat behind him for a year and he never noticed her, and that he was a dick in hs but she wanted what he had and he softly confesses it wasn't worth a goddamn thing, actually. He tells her he wishes he had known her back then, maybe he'd have passed the class and be on his way to college, and she tells him she'd have no idea there were evil russians and she'd be slinging ice cream with some other schmuck.

and he just

so softly

admits that he has liked being her schmuck.

"It was fun while it lasted," says the boy that just tried to reassure her they weren't going to die.

breaks my heart, Delightful.

Episode 3.06 and 3.07 if you wanna find them :)

Also if you need more answers to your poll, you can send a link in and I'll post it. I hope you're able to find the drive to do your other assignment, I am rooting for you!

#anon asks #asks #Anon (Delightful)#stranger things #buckington besties

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the-official-account · 1 year

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I've had the autistic vellum head cannon for like...an hour. Here's some thoughts/fic ideas

No real spoilers!! For friends in the early'sodes

At some point, Vellum gets overstimulated (the hands-on-your-ears kind, I imagine the irritable kinda is ...normal. because the world is loud as shit) and Spar is really helpful cause he assumes Vellum is getting a migraine on and takes him somewhere quieter and dark & it's really sweet :)

Iris and Vellum being ND buds has already kinda come up in my fic (post-edits) but I'm saying it again. Two techs who together know 90% of the random facts that exist in the world. Iris coming into Vellum's office like "sit down. I NEED to tell you about the lastest theories on Ignacio" and Vellum's into magic so ofc he's so down. They're FRIENDS your honor! Or they become friends!

Vellum gets bored/understimulated and plays with destiny until she goes and just takes a nap. And spar is like "you tuckered her out, huh?" And Vellums like "I am a persistence predator, she is an ambush predatory. Of course I did" and spar's just kinda like ??????

Spar having that moment a lot in general. The "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about but I love you"

Vellum really liking the texture of Spar's turquoise tie and fiddling with it whenever Spar let's him because Sorel was right it IS soft

Just. All of the deep pressure therapy hugs. Get that Marvelous Attorney Woo shit in here because that one scene made me CRY it was so good & so cute

Vellum trying to be a Good Partner™ further into his and Spar's relationship and making all kinds of plans until Spar (professional investigator) is like "not that I mind? But why do you do exactly one gesture per week?" And Vellums like "ah—" (Spar tries to show him he can be spontaneous and it partially works and helps vellum chill but also sometimes a bitch likes to plan and that's ok!!)

Vellum has memorized The Rules™

Spar fixating on something (am I making this ADHD/autism? Idk. You decide, whatever.) To like an unhealthy degree. I case or whatever. And come like 4pm Vellum's like "you haven't had lunch. We're going to have lunch. I'm going to keep bothering you until you have lunch" cause Spar usually eats three meals a day and often physically exerts himself, and he NEEDS to stay nourished. Those are The Rules™

Vellum usually asking Grey about The Rules™ when he's not certain about them but he's trying to figure out when and how to introduce spar as his partner (romo edition) and he can't ask Grey and so he's just like ughhhhhhhhh

I just wanna see Spar's reaction if Vellum every walks him through Morality Math™ outloud and like the end result it good but some of the justifications in the middle sounds mildly-to-incredibly fucked up. like, Vellum has made up his mind about the trolley problem in MANY variations

STIMMY VELLUM. CAUSE ITS CUTE AS SHIT. Maybe a stim where he twirls his cane when he's sitting. And the classic hand flaps because those are always wonderful.

This plays into a fic idea I have but Vellum being cautious around the folks in Clovenheart because he knows he's a normie and The Rules™ say he should be extra courteous and he tries not to overstep. But when He becomes spar's Partner (romo) Brunhilde keeps trying to treat him like a son and Vellum keeps accidentally being too polite until she's just like "Look kid, when you walk in would you mind giving me a hug? Do you not like hugs?" And he's like "no I like hugs I'll do that" and they have a sit down to hash out The Rules (Son in Law edition)™

Vellum being really confused/upset as to why someone reacted a certain way and unsure about how to navigate it and Anya using her ability to walk him through it

Anya using her ability to understand Vellum when he can't communicate as well too!

Anya and Vellum bonding over law because those!!!! Those are a lot of rules? And spar is in the corner outwardly like "oh my godddd" and inwardly like "my friends are having fun together and I am hanging out watching them talk this is nice :)"

Vellum being a picky eater but in a sensory seeking way. He grew up on super bougie food and has a hard time eating bland stuff

Spar being all blank-faced Intimidating while Vellum's using him to stim (tapping on him, playing with his hand, etc.)

Spar having a moment when something bad that happens gets to him so much he just breaks down and Vellum steps in in to make sure they're safe and Spar has a place to decompress and all that. And the next day Vellum start's to feel guilty for being OK in the face of what happened and Spar talks him through that <3<3 ah, homosexuality

Bonus that DOES have spoilers for maybe episode 20? 22? Idk:

Vellum doing research on how to be a good big brother and Spar sitting down with him to talk about his experience as a sibling and just just hold Vellum as he talks about how scared he is of fucking it up, wahhhhhhh

#eventually im gonna lose the energy & time to post quite so much #but then i wilk have this backlog to go back to and enjoy again!#posting for my mutuals who are catching up and my headmates who wont remember this later :)))#building a comfy little nest with posts as my sticks. arguing about them like thise two eagles #edil chats #three of hearts #three of hearts pod #agent kaolin vellum #agent meriam felspar

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