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offsidekineticist · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday (August 8, 2023)

I might take this down later...but since I'm probably about to hyperfocus on BG3 and almost certainly will never be able to focus enough to write the freaking novel that builds up to this moment anyway, here's Theo doing [spoilers for True Aeon Ending]. It is long. Sorry about that. Don't worry, I'll still post about Theo and stuff (BG3 bard is fun enough that Theo is about to take a little trip to Faerun), just gonna take a break from Aeon Theo for a bit.

Cw: spoilers, character death, lack of closure

"You won't hear me pleading. Let us finish this experiment once and for all."

An aeon–a common aeon born of star and light–would have no choice but to enact swift and fatal justice. But you are not a common aeon. You are born of soul and flesh and bone, and you see another way.

"I am not here to judge you, Areelu Vorlesh," you say. "I am here to make you whole."

You are an aeon, one of the judges of the universe. You can look into the souls of mortals and see their deepest secrets. And though it has been easy to forget these past months, you are mortal, too. A crime against the cosmos–an aeon born of bone and flesh and soul. An imbalance that must be corrected as much as the worldwound must.

You will correct them both at once.

You look into your own soul, and you see the scars where Areelu tried to use you to patch the holes Pharasma left in her son's soul. She did her work well, but his soul was too tattered and yours too strong, and so the hybrid of the two took the shape of your soul. You see the pieces of his soul, and you look into the past, into the days when it was whole, to find its true shape. There is enough of him left that with knowledge and power, he can be re-formed, if only for a time.

But that will be enough. You think of a dying child who proudly showed off the proof of his ailment as "color I gave Mama to give her good days," and you think of how a day can be more precious than a century if you spend the first with your loved one and the second alone. And so you look at the not yet criminal Areelu Vorlesh, at her cells and her organs and her blood, and you draw out enough–just enough–to build into a body, leaving a wound in her chest that will never quite heal. You rip the foreign pieces out of your soul, ignoring how your wound burns worse than any pain you've ever felt, but you press on still. You feel your power waning, your connection the monad fading as you tear out the foreign parts of yourself. Still, you persist, for as long as you have the power. Your aeonic vision fades, and when you see the form of Areelu's son appear, his soul restored, you see him with mortal eyes.

Areelu has forgotten you entirely, wrapping her son in a hug and weeping while he freezes, confused and embarrassed, and you know that the danger has passed. Her body is weak from her sacrifice. She will never survive if she tries to use her own soul to open the worldwound–too much of her body's strength now belongs to her son. You don't know how long her son has until his soul unravels, unstable as it is–perhaps days, perhaps years. It does not matter. His soul is too weak to survive the ritual, and Areelu would never trust anyone else with such power. They are no longer a threat. You gather them up, and with nearly all of your strength you send them far away from Threshold to somewhere the witch hunters will never find them–to a too-small house in Finderplain, where they can plan the marvelous adventures they will have with this new time they have been given.

The burning in your wound spreads out over your body like blood poisoning. You are not an aeon, not anymore. Soon you will not be anything. You have stopped the creation of the worldwound. You have stopped the creation of yourself. It was perhaps unorthodox–a solution no other aeon could choose–but that is why the monad chose you, why it created an aeon from flesh and bone and soul. You do not need to feel the universe humming in approval to know you have done well.

"Tell me we didn't just fight our way through the heart of the worldwound, defeat hordes of demons, and travel through a disturbance in the fabric of time itself just to give a happily ever after to the Architect of the Worldwound?!" Regill shouts in anger, his fury so great you can see the color returning to his features. "After everything–"

"There's been enough hurt, Regill," you interrupt, your voice soft and vulnerable and truly yours for the first time Areelu fished you out of the Sellen River. "If I have to unmake myself, I'll do it with mercy.” You watch as Regill’s rage transforms into naked shock, and then horrified realization as he finally understands. There is no after the Crusade for you because there is no Crusade, and there is no you. This has always been the plan–it could end no other way.

You begin to fade, and the last of your power goes first. Your star goes out and the black hole dissipates, and you see the stars and space fade from your hands, leaving only bleached flesh. Without the aeon’s calming presence, you brace for the flood of terrifying emotions, but for once your emotions are calm. You have done well–you were mortal and aeon, just as you were meant to be, and everything that is not fear and satisfaction has faded into the background except…

Regill is watching. He is watching in horror as you are unmade in front of him. You open your mouth to give him some reassurance, some last inspirational speech to carry him through this moment. But the coldness of the aeon is gone, and all you can feel are fear and pride and love, and of all the things you wish you could have had, there is only one you still can. So you stumble forward, almost falling as you go, and wrap your arms around your brother. He's startled and tenses up, stiff as a board, but you don't care. You gave up your future long ago, and you already feel your past fleeing. The present is all there is, and soon you won't even have that, so you do as you like. You hug your brother and feel his life and know that he will persist long after you've gone, just as you always knew he would.

“Remember me?” you whisper, putting the last of your power into making it possible.

“Always, Commander,” he replies, voice strained, and already you have forgotten what plea he is answering, but you can hear he is upset, and you know it is your fault.

"I'm sorry," you say, and you've already forgotten why. There is nothing to be sorry for because it never happened. But it feels right to say, and you know he remembers why, so you say it anyway. "I love you," you whisper, and you've already forgotten who he is. No–you have not forgotten, you simply never met. There was no you to meet him. But still you love him, and that love will be the last part of yourself to fade away.

There is a gnome in your arms. You know he is in your arms and that you love him and soon there will be no you to hold him. You don't know who he is or what he is to you. He is everything and nothing to you all at once, because everything is nothing to you who never were. You think you feel him relax slightly as the last part of yourself slips away into oblivion. You think you feel a hand on your back returning the embrace, but there is not enough 'you' left to be sure. You are not aware of your body dissolving into light in the gnome's arms–there is no you to be aware. There has never been any 'you' at all.

There is a gnome in the heart of a prison hugging himself because a body turned to light just as he began to return its embrace. He drops to his knees, the weight of all that never was too great to bear, whispering words he never said, not even in the never-was. The poor thing is mad–he remembers someone who never existed; he speaks to someone who is not there. Perhaps that would give you comfort if you existed. The world is made of stories, after all, and someone remembers yours. Maybe someday that will be enough to let you exist again. Maybe then you will both say the things you should have said but never did in the never-was. Maybe then there will be a happy ending.

But not today. Today there are no demons and there is no worldwound. The mad gnome is gone, returned to his proper time and place. Now there is only a prison that will continue to exist, and a family that will live again, and a country full of people who will not be wiped out.

This is not The End. It cannot be The End. A story cannot end if it never began. And so instead, looking upon Sarkoris and Mendev and Finderplain and all of Golarion and seeing the millions of stories that will not end today, we call it something else.

In the beginning…

#oc: theoven derenge #pathfinder wotr #knight-commander oc #pwotr pals #regill derenge #areelu vorlesh #Areelu's son #Aeon path

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cynicalclassicist · 6 months

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Musings on Chibnall Sontarans

I've decided that it might be fun to try writing down some Doctor Who thoughts rather than just musing on them to myself. I freely admit that it's a tad rambling and I might diverge on the topic a bit but this is just me putting some thoughts down.

But the only way I'll ever get any better at writing posts like this is to write them.

Some thoughts on the Sontarans that I mused around.

I think that I prefer Chibnall's take on the Sontarans the most.

A recurring criticism that I saw of the Sontarans during Moffat's era was that they were being played for laughs too much. To be fair, the Sontarans don't really appear in force during much of his era. It's mainly just Strax, who is framed as a comedy Sontaran. It gets bit more complex when you see that when he first appeared there was a bit less of that comic tone, but after he joined Vastra and Jenny he was largely there to be the comic relief in the trio.

And when he briefly reverts back to his normal self in The Name of the Doctor it is effective, before he... gets disintegrated or erased, I'm never quite certain which.

But then you have scenes in The Time of the Doctor where the Sontarans don't seem to realise how an invisibility shield works and are there for a one-off joke.

The Sontarans don't really show up much under Peter Capaldi, Strax turning up in the first episode which is about it.

You may wonder why. Did they not fit Moffat's tone of more reflective and experimental takes with 12?

The boring answer for why the Sontarans didn't turn up much with 12 is... they just didn't. It's not really like the Daleks and to a slightly lesser extent the Cybermen, where it's sort of expected that each Doctor meets them.

The Sontarans were often seen as the third of the villain races in Doctor Who, behind the Daleks and Cybermen. But now they've been sort of eclipsed by the Weeping Angels. You can see that in how in The Time of the Doctor promo it had Daleks, Cybermen, Weeping Angels, Silents... something something joke about not remembering them. And that Hell Bent had in the catacombs a Dalek (that I headcanon was left over from The Apocalypse Element), a Cyberman and a Weeping Angel.

And likely Moffat didn't really feel that there was much more to do with the Paternoster Gang. I didn't object to them not turning up again in 12's era and I don't object now.

The Sontarans in Pond Life were a bit more traditional in that they're menacing, Pond Life being the piece Chris Chibnall wrote... which leads back to the original point.

The Sontarans in Flux are presented in a much less comical light. This is probably the most effective that they've been on-screen since... The Invasion of Time, where they came close to conquering Gallifrey. But in Flux they are shown massacring their way through 19th century British soldiers, having inserted themselves into history and conquered a large portion of the world. In the same ep they've easily conquered modern-day Earth. Then later that series they conquer Earth quickly again, having engineered a plan across decades with another alien to weaken Earth's defences.

I would say that you do see some of the flaws in Doctor Who: Flux from what I've said here, in that there are two invasions of modern-day Earth by the Sontarans this series, apparently un-connected, as it's not clear if the Grand Serpent helped in their War of the Sontarans invasion. I know that Flux was cobbled together in very difficult circumstances, and it does kind of show that the scripts have had to be forced a bit so they all sort of fit together, with the odd ending which seems to forget that most of the Universe was destroyed. I hope that we get something like a Writer's Tale one day or even adaptations of the original plans, like Big Finish has done for some Classic stories. Maybe novelisations? Anyway...

Along with invading Earth, the Sontarans trick the Daleks and the Cybermen, who they often play second fiddle to, into being destroyed by the Flux and come very close to becoming the main power of the Universe.

Though the Sontarans have often been seen as rather comical thugs, with full-on attacks we do see that they can be cunning. Flux does make them worthy of their status as one of the Universe's top warrior races.

Now I don't think that the Sontarans need to be too serious. You can still play them for laughs in their belligerent nature. Their whole Imperialism is always subject to mockery. The Time Warrior starts with Commander Linx annexing the Earth. You get touches of that throughout. Commander Skaak tells the Doctor that they are invading during the Crimea War as they wanted to ride a horse... That image of a Sontaran on a horse is brilliant. And of course, a Sontaran getting addicted to chocolate.

I kind of like some more attention being drawn to the alien biology of Sontarans, with details like them easily getting a sweet tooth and the detail about them having trouble on Earth so needing to refuel every 27 hours. You might argue that this is the sort of weakness that would have been brought up earlier, that it would have worked as a weakness for another alien race, and that the Sontarans already have that probic vent weakness. Yes. But DW being in new stuff after decades is... meh, it happens. Though it's odd that Svild still goes through this sleep when he doesn't have access to the ship. Maybe he has supplies?

A scene which feels symbolic of the move to more brutal Sontarans over the bumbling Strax happens in War of the Sontarans. Svild feels more Strax-like, even while he is imprisoned boasting about defeating human scum. When he goes back to the Sontaran base he is told by his superior that he is a disgrace and killed.

I would hardly say that this is a personal attack on Moffat's way of doing the Sontarans. The mentality of presuming that different writers are attacking each other like they are rival politicians I find to be very reductive and needlessly provocative. It does feel though like a reminder that Strax and the way he acts is not typical of the Sontarans. It's as if Strax is being killed but it's not Strax, as to kill Strax here would be a bit much.

There is also a much nastier feel to the Sontarans. We are used to Strax talking about killing human scum and off-screen he apparently killed numerous horses, but we don't see him doing that. We know that it's his usual boistering. But the Sontarans in Flux do show that it's not just talk.

In their first scene in The Halloween Apocalypse a Sontaran tells another how disgusting they look, a meaner kind of humour. The Sontarans seem to revel in how nasty they are. They mockingly tell human captives to keep their last words to themselves before killing them. They even massacre all the Lupari save for Karvanista (that is done a bit quickly I agree). They trick the Daleks and the Cybermen into a trap.

I have noticed that Chibnall seems to prefer writing nastier villains, which you see with Solomon (it counts as he wrote the episode), Tzim-Sha, the Reconnaissance Dalek, the Spy Master, Ashad, Tecteun, Swarm... this deserves it's own essay. All I'll say here is that the world is showing so many real-life monsters it doesn't seem too implausible to depict characters revelling in their evil.

It is worth noting, as I am fond of doing, that there is a sort of Russian element to the Sontarans. In a way they seem a metaphor for the likes of Putin. After all, they take the place of Russia in a changed timeline. Then resorting to a long-scale infiltration of Earth's defences, including defunding UNIT, obviously alludes to Brexit and the weakening of British defences. Probably why the Master and the other top villains of the Whoniverse assemble around Russia in The Power of the Doctor... but that's another story. That needs its' own essay too.

And their leader rides a horse.

The Sontarans are opportunists here, not planning the Flux but certainly taking advantage of it. What the Flux is... well, it can be interpreted in various ways. It could just be a general worry of complete annihilation. The main villains in this series, the Ravagers, are basically Gods of Nihilism, believing in simply the destruction of everything and seeing it as a duty to bring about inevitability. Kind of like the Anti-Logopolitans... or an Anti-Monitor, if you're going DC comics. And that story had the villains taking advantage of the trouble to try taking control of the remaining Earths...

Unfortunately, some of the dialogue does lean into unfortunate territory. "If the Flux is destroying the universe, if planets and stars are being wiped out, there will be displaced creatures who need a home. Somewhere to take over." It does sound like it is leaning towards the great replacement, the scaremongering that people like Douglas Murray snarl about, of how European culture will be replaced. I don't think that was the intent, aliens whose planet has been destroyed invading Earth is very standard sci-fi, from War of the Worlds to a lot of Doctor Who. It's probably just unfortunate phrasing. Reminds me of Lawrence Miles going at Mark Gatiss over The Unquiet Dead having aliens pretending to be vulnerable then invading in force. Could that be argued as more problematic? I won't debate that here. The other showrunners have done their show of problematic stuff and comments but that doesn't really make it any better and if I go on about this then it looks like I'm excusing it.

Of course, if we're talking about Doctor Who writers going great replacement that's probably more Gareth Roberts, considering he writes in Douglas Murray's shitshow The Spectator now. And Strax was based on a concept he had... but moving on as he's a sore spot for many Doctor Who fans because of how clearly he rejects the mentality of the show.

It did occur to me that if the Sontarans were travelling back in time to invade human history in a big sweeping universe-threatening adventure which involves multiple Doctors, that sort of makes Flux the closest thing to a live-action adaptation of Doctor Who Legacy, a fun little game which ran from 2013-2019, as Tiny Rebel did not want to renew the license with the BBC. I suppose that Chibnall gets the blame for that as seeing the complaints over the lack of Christmas specials has demonstrated to me that lots of people don't seem to entirely understand how much power the showrunner has.

Moving back... maybe even the design of the Sontarans seems to hark back to their earlier nature. As opposed to the sleeker, more realistic look of the Sontarans from The Sontaran Stratagem onwards, these Sontarans are more Classic in design. The blue armour and smooth skin is replaced by the black armour and rocky look of the Classic series. From what I've seen (but that's my circle so not sure how representative it is) a lot of fans actually prefer this design.

To quote a site that I found recently...

"I don't know that I'm a huge fan of the new Sontaran design - Commander Skaak kept reminding me of George C. Scott - but I do like that it was a deliberate nod back to the initial Sontaran mask as designed for 'The Time Warrior,' with the hairs and pock marked skin. Kevin Lindsay, the actor who played Linx in that story and who received a shout out in this episode's script, suffered from heart trouble, and that initial mask caused him a lot of breathing problems. So much so that when they brought the supposed 'clone' of Linx back the following season they'd had to re-make the mask for the sake of his health, and they used that opportunity to clean up the look a lot, removing the hairs and giving the skin a much smoother complexion. That was the general Sontaran aesthetic they used thereafter, and I like the nod to the original concept." (https://www.douxreviews.com/2021/11/doctor-who-flux-chapter-two-war-of.html)

They even have a Sontaran in The Halloween Apocalypse stick his tongue out!

For the sake of completion I may as well show how it changed from Commander Linx to Commander Styre.

I actually asked @dalesramblingsblog about this comedy stuff recently and got a response. Yeh, Sontarans have always had a comic edge. https://dalesramblingsblog.tumblr.com/post/733709232342499328/if-were-going-on-the-making-affectionate-digs-at

Maybe this whole post is a waste of time... Anyway, it's kind of fun writing these. I should do more. I might quibble on some details but it's honestly nicer saying how I liked something in Doctor Who.

#doctor who #sontarans #chris chibnall #war of the sontarans #doctor who flux #you don't have to like it to admit there are things to analyse #fuck putin by the way

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roundbrackets · 2 years

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Everyone Can Write Fan Fiction

But Who Will Read It?

What Makes a Fic Popular?

Let's set the stage. A long, long time ago, I read one ST:TNG fic from Usenet -- I wanted Troy and Worf to get together -- ten years later, I found myself binging Drarry on Archive of Own. These days I read and write Dramione and support-read my friend's obscure anime fics.

Note that that's one powerful gateway drug. Don't forget, the next time you social-vape - even if it was just the once, you'll probably end up doing meth in ten years.

Anyway, when I say "fan fiction" you now know I mean the Harry Potter fandom exclusively.

One of the first fics I read was Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain. It's fantastic. If you haven't read it, you should. I'll wait.

I graduated from anonymous reader and joined AO3 in December 2020. In the spring of 2021, I deleted my first Dramione because seven chapters in, the storyline contradicted itself so much it was impossible to follow even for me.

I poured my heart and soul into the next fic, and it's still up. It has a publish date of September 2021 and a modest 2,300 hits and 39 kudos as of today. While at the time I was astonished to have readers at all, now, almost a year later, I find myself asking:

What makes Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain so good, and how can a story I put so much effort into not garner more attention?

Well.

It's plausible that my fic is just terrible, but I posit that plenty of extremely popular fics are plenty terrible. So if it's true that terrible fics can have thousands of kudos, then we probably need to define what terrible is and what other factors might come into play.

In some number of posts, I'll talk about craftsmanship, storytelling, writing for your audience, promotion, and discoverability.

But I've got to warn you right now: At the conclusion of the series, I will still have written 60k words garnering < 500 kudos total with an average of < 20 kudos per fic. The least loved has 0, and the most (one presumes) has 77. The median is 9. While it is true that this is a journey of discovery - I want to know why popular fics are popular - the chance of me finding the recipe to success is slim.

I'm using kudos to measure success, even though one could use hits, subscriptions, comments, or bookmarks. You could even add comments, bookmarks, subscriptions, and kudos together, call that number engagement and use that. I believe engagement is a better measurement of actual success, but kudos is good enough at my level and less work.

Here's an awful picture I made. You're welcome.

#fanfic #fanfiction #dramione #drarry #harry james potter #harry potter #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3fic #writing #writing fanfic #ao3 author

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bluberimufim · 3 months

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Sip of Snips - "dry"

I'm on a speedrun again. Woohoo.

This snippet is centred around a funeral and a corpse, so... trigger warning? It's from chapter 16 of "Devourer of Souls":

Asha's corpse looked cold. Empty, even. Her skin was strangely pale and greyish, as if it belonged to a poorly-made doll and not someone who'd been alive mere days prior. Her eyes were closed, and her face had no expression at all, too neutral to be human. It was an unpleasant event, spent in horrible and uncomfortable silence. The healers came and went, accompanied by a few soldiers. There was weeping, but not a lot. Everyone knew that the Master Healer Lady would die eventually. No use mourning the inevitable. Seth stayed the entire afternoon, with Theo by her side. She'd never liked looking at dead bodies. They gave her a weird filling in the pit of her stomach. It all seemed very wrong to her. Even so, she forced herself to gaze at Asha's face - or the face of the body that had once been Asha. She'd wanted to die. And even now, with her tears already dry, she couldn't help but feel happy for her. She could finally sleep.

Yooo this kinda connects to that one snippet I posted a while ago. The one about Asha dying.

A side not about sipofsnips: I think I'm gonna start doing it with B&W instead of DoS because a) it's easier for looking up words due to it being very big and varied; and b) I don't feel like giving away stuff from DoS I can post as a cool snippet later. I'll also probably do it less frequently because I keep forgetting and speedruns are not a good posting model.

That was all.

#my wips #writing #writeblr #devourer of souls wip #sipofsnips #snippets

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twiliastral-squids · 6 years

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I drew so many doods this afternoon it’s such a nice feeling :’D

Cirrus: @peachysquids Jello: @jello-slosher

#if i don't post it now i will probably forget it later i weep #nsdkfj i had so much fun drawing all of these pvq #splatoon 2 #Ankou #Cirrus #Aaron #Nerium #Goyangi #Jello #inkling boy #inkling girl #octoling #octoling boy #octarian #splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon oc

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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I Miss You 3/3

Jason Todd X Reader

Batfam x Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, showering together

Words:1548

All the fears and worries can melt in one day

Hours after Dami and I looked at the open house, I step out of my doctor's appointment. My little brother Damian in the car waiting for me. I step out of the building and walk to my car. I come to a halting stop seeing a different Wayne.

"B-Bruce" I stammer, shit! I look for, Damian "w-where is Dami?"

"he's home" he answered bluntly

What do I say? Pretty sure he as figured out I'm pregnant "I looked at a open house today.. I love you guys but I think it's--" I stammer as I force the tears back. I don't want to cry.

"we will discuss this further over dinner" he directly said

"I don't want to go home right now" I admitted, I don't want to face the rest of my family right now

"I have something else in mind" he answered

My words stuck in my throat. I was expecting anger but he was calm, though nervous maybe? He steps to the passenger door of the car and opens it. I step into the car, sitting on the passenger seat. Bruce, shuts the door. I take a shaky breath. I really hope I don't start crying. I just am hoping for his approval. The car drive was quiet. We sat in a room with only a few tables. It was just the two of us, Bruce likely not wanting any reporters in a personal family business. I sat on the chair in front of the round table. Bruce sitting next to me.

"is Jay aware of this?" he asked with a stern tone

I roll my eyes irritated with my love "no, I haven't been able to get ahold of him.. I am really sorry that I didn't tell you. No offense but you're kinda hard to read dad" I sigh deeply with a tear falling. So scared of rejection. I dry my tears looking straight at the ground. I don't want to disappoint him.

"Y/N" Bruce said softly I lift my head to face my adopted dad "I'd advise you, to not think I am ashamed of you for any absurd reason. I intend on not allowing you to leave. You are in a delicate state. When we return I'd advise you to sleep" he firmly said seeing that I am lacking sleep no thanks to Jason "I'll see what information I can find on, Jay" he assured

I began to cry of joy. I reach to Bruce and hug him. He carefully wraps his arms around me.

"thank you! Thank you! Thank you, dad!"

"before I forget you are to not leave the Manor without someone to accompany you"

I chuckled with falling tears, he's so protective. Hour's later in the family room at Wayne Manor. I stood in front of my family as my siblings sat on the couches and Alfred stood beside the left couch. Cassandra, softly smiles to me. She didn't have to use words, I knew. She was telling me not to worry. I cleared my throat. Every eye on me. I take a shaky breath. Damn I hope I don't cry. I'm just glad my sister's and Damian aren't rating me out.

"there's something I need to tell you all. I don't know.. If you will be.." I take a shaky breath unable to form any other words, just say it! "I'm pregnant" I blurted out

Alfred's eyes instantly swell and shake. Dammit if he crys I'm gonna cry. Tim, softly chuckled in response. Did he know? Steph probably couldn't keep her mouth shut. I look at my oldest brother with a heavy heart.

"is that why Jay isn't in, Gotham? That asshole!" Dick appalled with a enraged look on his face

Tim, face planted knowing this will not end well. Barbara scolded her boyfriend by hitting his head. Thank you Babs.

"you fool" Damian muttered

Offended I abruptly kick Grayson's shin "OUCH!!" he yelled bending his knee upward in pain

"you jerk! He doesn't even know I'm pregnant, and you're lucky you even know, asshole!" I exclaimed with a broken voice on the verge of tears

I step to leave

"congratulations Ms Y/N. I am delighted to hear the beautiful news" Alfred softly said

My heart melts. I softly smile to him and step out of the room through the hallway to the staircase. I go to my room taking Bruce's advice. That evening after a, small nap I hear my door knocking.

"who is it?" I asked

"your favorite brother!" Grayson said

"you kinda lost that title" I said irritated

"c'mon Y/N I'm sorry... Would you please open the door so I can make things right with you" he begged

"I don't know.. I'm still pretty angry about what you said about, Jason" I said annoyed

"I have a present for your baby" he said in bribing tone

I open the door seeing Grayson holding a small stuffed toy elephant. I lightly shake my head. I hold it and see Tim smiling as he walks up with my favorite bowl of fruits. I feel my hormones getting the best of me. This is probably one of the sweetest things they've done for me.

"Aww you two are gonna make me cry" I said with a brittle voice

"that mean you forgive me?" Dick asked with a hopeful tone and smile

"hmm, fine"

"ha! Told you it'd work!" Grayson exclaimed gratefully

"please" Tim rolled his eyes "just cause she forgave your stupid ass, doesn't mean you are the 'favorite" he smiles to me "I'll be the favorite don't worry Y/N" Tim kindly said

Moments later in my bathroom alone. I strip down to nothing so I can take a shower. I gasp as the door opens I turn seeing, Jason!! Before he could say or do anything I ran and captured him into a passionate kiss. He parts with a smirk. My arms around his neck and his on my face

"well hello to you to sexy" he smirks realizing I'm entirely exposed

"dammit, Jason" I lay my forehead on his, my lips tremble as I grip his collar "I was so scared"

His face drops "I know. I'm so fucking sorry. Roy, didn't tell me it was going to be so dangerous" he apologized "my fucking phone couldn't pick up signal" he growled to himself

"it's OK I was, just was so worried about you" I began to cry "I m-missed you so much!"

"I know" he kisses my cheek "I missed you to beautiful"

He holds my arms Jason gazes me up and down my body. TELL HIM!! My breath hitches with my needed word's trapped in my throat as his eyes stop at my swollen abdomen. My muscles tense up and my heart races. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He remains silent. I take a shaky breath.

"J-Jason" I softly said my words stuck in my throat, as I cried. Please don't be mad

"I'm a fucking dumbass for leaving" he said with a brittle voice

I shake my head still unable to form words as I cry. Jason, strips down. We both step into the shower, together. He turns the water on. His hand within inches of bump. Jason, carefully ran his knuckles up and down my bump. Jason, began to stutter

"hey, look at me" I told him, he lifts his head to me his eyes swelling "don't you dare start to blame yourself for anything.." I began sobbing that made him frown, I can't believe he's really home! "the b-baby is going to love you"

He kissed me deeply. I part from his lips. He began to weep my heart sinks. He kisses my cheek. Afterwards Jason and I wearing our pajamas. Both of us in my bed the soft covers laid on our legs. My head resting on his arm. He had his large hand on my bump gently rubbing it with his thumb. I am so sleepy, Jason's soothing touch is nearly too much.

"so besides the obvious. Anything else happen while I was gone" he whispered with a yawn

"well, I hope you don't mind I told Dami he could come have quality time with the baby, whenever he wants to"

"fine by me love" he softly smiled

"oh! I almost forgot I went to a open house. I want you to look tomorrow" I said running my fingers through his hair

He chuckled softly warming my heart "wouldn't happen to be the disease infected and haunted house"

"how did you..." I was surprised

"my damn phone blew up when I finally got signal. Damian was hellbent on telling me that any house you told me about was horrifically unsafe and a bunch of shit, that I needed to come home right away" he rolls his eyes at himself "but before you have another reason to kill my stupid ass. I didn't call or text you because I wanted to surprise you" he fondly looks at my bump "but I guess you surprised me"

I smile softly placing my hand above his own "believe me it was a surprise to me to" then for the first time, I feel a gentle kick from our child

#batfamily #bruce wayne #batfam #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd #Pregnancy #Unplanned pregnancy #Sweet Bruce Wayne #Good dad Bruce Wayne #Fluff #Comfort #Humor #Batsis! Reader #Batsis!#Batfamily

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the-insomniac-emporium · 2 years

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J Watches Arcane: Ep. 4a, Random Thoughts/Play-By-Play

Oi, only took me fucking months to finally get off my arse and watch the next episode, oops. What can I say, I'm allergic (and yet addicted) to sadness? Anyway, these are just thoughts that I have as I watch, with timestamps. Nothing super in depth, but I just enjoy keeping track of what I notice (might forget otherwise), and it helps with forming bigger pictures with the scraps later on.

Under read-more for length and spoilers (obvs). Seriously, tho, I had a lot of thoughts on this one, even if you ignore the parts that can be summed up with "J, your gay is showing" or "J, your gender envy is showing". I mean, seriously. I mean, like, I had to break this into two parts for formatting reasons. It's kind of absurd. Ends at roughly 22 minutes into episode 4

(1:53) WHAT IS THAT. I WANT TWENTY. FLUFFBALL. Why have I not heard of this fella before?

(4:29) Right up until this shot, everything post-intro/opening gave me low-key Bioshock Infinite vibes. I really should finish that game...

(4:42) Well, first of all, let me just say that I'm glad Caitlyn's mom is still a milf, I guess. Second of all... I know that there's a timeskip between episodes 3 and 4, and I think I read it's somewhere around 7 years, but the contrast between hearing Cassandra talk about Jayce now compared to the last time they interacted is just. It's there. I'm thinking about it. She's a politician, tho, yeah? Feels like she's got experience with putting reputation/public image first. Guess I'm just noting that here in case it pops up again- good source for conflict, yeah?

(4:52) MY WIFE! My wife has a dumb hat!!! I love her dumb hat!!!

(5:29, "we really have descended to anarchy") I am going to melt over her smile oh my god. Also, I appreciate her and Jayce's friendship/basically being siblings (which I have heard a bit about). The way that Cait is so clearly miffed about her post/things with her mother, but still softens up to joke around with Jayce- and the fact that Jayce took the time to come over in the first place :D

(5:55) OH IS IT MY BOY? IS THIS THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF MY GROWN UP BOY? I legit don't know if Ekko's role in the firelights (is that the right name? I have been trying to avoid spoilers) is, like, a huge thing/big reveal, so I don't know if I'll be upset that I got spoiled on it ages ago

(6:22) MY OTHER WIFE. Not to, like, make 50% of this post about how gay I am but-

(6:40) oh hey cool, I got the name right. also just want to say I fucking LOVE the firelights' designs, everything from their outfits to their tools to their sick ass hoverboards

(6:58) that was the smoothest fucking thing I have ever seen oh my god. if I was there to witness that, I would be proposing on the spot. marry me, cool mask man

(7:42, "oh no, she's here") is it my other other wife? is it time for me to start crying, from here until the end, as the chances of recovery slip further and further out of her fingers? will I weep neon pink tears of grape soda gamer fuel glimmer, as the echoes in her skull overwhelm? oh, to be so small, in a world so big and so loud, to feel like one must scream onto the void until their lungs give out, if only to be seen at all- if only to prove that you exist-

(8:52, "... hi")... I mean, like I said, it's a build up, ya know? the end of the rope doesn't feel as bad if you never saw how long it was to begin with, after all

(8:53, *click*) lmao never mind, love my poor, poor feral lass

(9:24) and so it begins. Or, well, it doesn't so much begin as it starts to rear it's ugly head. One thing that I've noticed, and will probably make a separate post for at some point (so the thought doesn't get lost in this jumbled mess), is that the little flashes we see of Jinx's hallucinations here aren't new, per se. Literally in the very first scene of the whole ass show, when the enforcers are walking through the smog, their masks glinting in the firelight, we see those flashes of comic-esque facial expressions, the sort of "signature Jinx graphic". From a design standpoint it's neat, but more importantly, recalling that from the first episode is a great way of showing two things.

Firstly, Jinx has been going downhill for a long ass time. It's not that what happened at the end of 3 completely broke her, it's that life stuck its fingers in the cracks of her mental state, and starting tugging until everything split apart. Also want to say that the fight scene between Deckard + crew and Vi + crew in ep1 also highlights this, specifically with the way everything goes into slow motion, and we Powder at the center of it all, back against the wall, eyes wide and panicked, unable to do anything- because poor girl is probably remembering that shit on the bridge

Okay, tumblr is making me break this up a little, please ignore this random thing, something about a characters-per-block limit?

Secondly, that whole opening sequence sets up the entirety of Powder/Jinx's trauma. Violence, flashes of light, clutching desperately to those who offer her comfort, culminating in the first major loss: Her parents.

Point is, this shit hurts my emotions. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk, and please remember that I am not a psychologist/therapist, just a writing nerd with a skeleton full of closets :) yes I know that I fucked that one up, but honestly I think it's funny enough to keep

(11:13) oh. oh, Viktor, time will never be your friend, will it? Deep breaths, love, what you do with what you have will be more than enough. Also look at the little fluffball, back again. Look at them, Viktor, they will give you serotonin

(12:00) these are forbidden candy. I will fucking eat them. Jinx would take one look at these and cronch on one too

(12:35, "the next chapter of Hextech") oh, so you make it stable and the first fucking thing you build is a weapon? please tell me I'm looking at this incorrectly, but that looks like Vi's punchy gauntlet. *three seconds later* okay cool, it has other applications. had me worried there. I mean, I know it will be used as a weapon tho, so... it's a mixed bag :)

(14:00, "a decade?" "it zips past you in the blink of an eye") Heimerdinger, my dude. I know you're small and maybe can't see Viktor's face as well, because you as so close to the ground and so far away, but look at him. Are you really telling me that Heimerdinger is not at all aware that Viktor's health is declining? Has he grown so accustomed to the endlessness of his own life, that he has no concept of the fragility of humanity? just feels a bit insensitive, don't it?

(15:13) why hello, Ms. Bond okay, glad cameras are a thing, even if they're kinda basic at this point. wanted to make sure that my eventual dumb fics can include cute couple photos

(15:44) Cait. Cait. my god. Was that really the best landing you could do? What the fuck. Do they not make sure enforcers know how to get around a little? God, that landing was so loud. Loud landings = hard landings, hard landings = painful landings. You want soft, quiet ones, and not even just for stealth. The process just makes it a hell of a lot easier on your joints!

(17:16) um. okay. sorry, did... did Silco turn The Last Drop... into a night club?... no no no, it's okay, that's fine, no worries. I am just... surprised, is all.

(17:22) is this that one very minor side character that some folks on tumblr are really gay for, but not everyone I've seen can agree on their gender? and also they don't even have a page on the Arcane wiki? and I did definitely check because I saw a picture and suddenly understood tumble's interest?

(18:19, "the world's growing smaller every day") did Silco read that one post I made the other day, when I was having a breakdown at five in the morning?... is he disagreeing with me because I disagreed with him about how it feels to drown, or is he replying to the ending of my post, saying that "hey, no worries, the world does eventually get smaller?". anyway this has been a stupid joke

(18:27) Hawkeye?... oh, nope, just my gf again. sitting in the rafters (very gay of her, if I do say so myself). also, I love that Silco does not react at all to her dropping down directly onto his desk. How many fucking times has she done this? How often did she scare him before he got used to it?

(19:30) this part here is specifically aimed at me. because the creators know I hate eye stuff. I am taking this personally, and not just because it gives me an excuse to pause the show and not look at what I assume is about to be eye needle time. *half a second later* I hated that. Why didn't I just hit play while not looking at the screen? Oh, right, so I could see if I was right and then post about it, duh

(20:28) if anyone is still reading at this point, they're probably tired of me pointing out the fact that I have a crush on essentially every female character. So. Hey look, it's Mel, I can't wait to see what she's been up to :D

Okay, yeah, breaking this into two parts because I've now hit the whatever limit twice, and I have literally never done that before today, so...

#j watches tv #j watches arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane netflix #arcane meta #not super meta but there are parts where I go into it

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years

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Imagine # 559

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If either gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

Words - 1,388

*Alvey is probably OOC, because I haven't actually watched the show Kingdom, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

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"Baby wait!" Jay called out chasing after (Y/n) as she stormed out of the house, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Fuck you Jay!" She hollered over her shoulder, slapping him across the face when he pulled her arm back. "I loved you, I trusted you!" She sniffled trying to choke back her tears. "And you broke my heart." She muttered before leaving. He didn't try stopping her, her words were like a dagger to the heart. Tears began to well in his eyes as he thought about how bad she must be feeling, his breath quivering when he realized he may never gat her back.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"I'm coming I'm coming!" Alvey called out to whomever was banging on his door, a little annoyed that someone was there unannounced. "(Y/n)?" Alvey frowned holding the door open, looking at her tear stained face in confusion and concern. "What did my son do this time?" He growled pulling her into his chest, coddling her as she began weeping again. "He cheated on me Al." (Y/n) cried into his shirt, her hands grasping the sides of the garment tightly. "He did what?" Alvey growled holding her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes. "He was with some tramp Al, he was fucking some whore behind my back!" Her lip quivered as she spoke, a fresh wave of tears falling from her eyes. "Oh baby." Alvey cooed in a comforting way, pulling her back into his chest. "Come inside honey, come on." He ushered her inside kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot, refusing to let her go. "Jump sweetie." He instructed pulling her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips when she jumped. "It's okay I've got you." Alvey whispered into her hair walking her to his bedroom, where he gently laid her down on his bed.

"I've got you now sweetie, forget that asshole." Alvey muttered tucking a stray hair behind her ear, laying beside her face to face on his bed. "I gave him my heart Al, and he fucking threw it away." (Y/n) sniffled through her sorrow, while Alvey toyed with her hands soothingly. "He never deserved you baby." He wiped her tears away, before kissing her forehead. "I trusted him." (Y/n) whimpered softly. "I know." Alvey pulled her back into his chest, now laying on his back with her on top of him. "Al?" (Y/n) sniffled looking up into his eyes. "Yeah honey?" He whispered stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Why are you always so sweet on me? I know you and Jay have your differences, but he's your son, and you've always sided with me and not him." She frowned a little trying to understand the man before her. "Because I love you (Y/n), I have since I first laid eyes on you. But I respect you enough to not say anything or act on it while you were with Jay." Alvey answered her truthfully, his words stunning her momentarily. "I think I love you too..." (Y/n) admitted while chewing on her lip. "You've always been in the back of my mind, but I pushed those thoughts away because of Jay." She whispered a blush of embarrassment fanning her cheeks. Whatever doubts or anxiety she had quickly washed away when Alvey pulled her into a kiss. A fire igniting within them as she deepened the kiss, moaning against his tongue.

"We shouldn't." (Y/n) whispered pulling away from Alvey, only for him to catch her arm a lay her back against his chest, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Why because of Jay?" He frowned his chest tightening painfully. "No because it isn't right." (Y/n) turned away focusing her attention on the wall. "You felt that spark, I know you did. You can't deny what we've got (Y/n). Give me a chance, and I'll make you the happiest woman alive." Alvey gently turned her head to face him, kissing her with as much passion as he could manage. "Please." He rasped against her lips. "Let me love you the way you deserve." He moaned kissing along her jaw, his hands roaming her body shamelessly. "Al." (Y/n) moaned as he nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck, tangling her fingers into his hair. "(Y/n)." He groaned as she subconsciously grinded down into him. "Love me." She whispered her initial thoughts of doubt washing away, with passion and need. "Always." Alvey murmured against her lips before kissing her, slowly pulling her shirt off. His heart hammering in his chest at the sight of her bare breasts.

⚠️A little smut⚠️

"You're incredible." Alvey gasped out in awe at the sight of her, slowly running his hands up her sides. Looking to her for confirmation before touching her intimately, groping her breasts with care when she nodded her head yes. "So beautiful." He muttered before sitting up to kiss her again, chuckling against her lips as she pulled at his shirt. Only pulling away from the kiss to remove his shirt, pulling her back into him by her ass as he locked their lips once more. "Alvey." (Y/n) cooed tugging at his belt, desperate for him to remove his jeans. "Fuck." He groaned as she grinded into him, kissing down his neck as he worked on his belt.

Flipping them over after unbuckling his belt, Alvey pecked (Y/n)'s lips then stood from the bed. Removing his jeans, then helping (Y/n) with her pants, smirking at the sight of her black lace panties. "Fuck." Alvey groaned as (Y/n) spread her legs to reveal that her panties were crotchless, making him paw at his still clothed cock. "I need you Al." (Y/n) moaned her right hand slipping between her thighs, playing with herself. "God I fucking love you." He breathed out crawling back onto the bed, resting himself between her legs. "Fuck me." She bit her lip seductively. Running her hands down his back, and into his boxers, squeezing his ass playfully. "Anything for you." Alvey chuckled sliding his boxers off, letting his cock rest against her clit, teasing her. "Please." (Y/n) pouted thrusting her hips up for a little friction, moaning softly as he rutted against her. "Ready?" Alvey brushed her hair back with one hand as he lined himself up. "Yes." (Y/n) smiled pulling him down for a kiss as he eased into her, the both of them moaning into each other's mouths as he bottomed out. "Don't hold back." (Y/n) whispered tugging Alveys bottom lip between her teeth, gasping when he began trusting into her mercilessly.

⚠️Smuts over⚠️

---A few days later---

"(Y/n) will you answer the door?" Alvey called out after a series of knocks rung through the house. "Sure thing." She called back as she approached the door, having already planned on answering it. "Jesus Christ so it's true." Jay scoffed rolling his eyes at the sight of (Y/n) answering his fathers door. "Jay what are you doing here?" (Y/n) frowned crossing her arms. "So you leave me and start fucking my dad?" Jay growled pushing passed (Y/n) and into the house, looking for his father. "Fuck you Jay you were the one that cheated on me!" (Y/n) hollered slamming the door closed behind her, then shoving her way passed her ex. "Were you fucking him before you left me?" Jay accused grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. "Let go of me!" (Y/n) growled ripping her arm out of his grasp, her back colliding with Alveys chest. "Don't fucking touch her." Alvey glared down his son, wrapping a protective arm around (Y/n). "How long have you been fucking my girlfriend!?" Jay shouted at his father. "Not until you fucked up, and she became your ex. You had your chance with her, and you threw it away for someone else. Now get out of my house." Alvey warned gently tugging (Y/n) to stand behind him. "I can't believe you... Fuck you, fuck the both of you." Jay shouted angrily before storming out of the house. "Are you okay?" Alvey asked turning his attention to (Y/n). "Yeah I'm okay." She offered him a reassuring smile, giggling when he kissed her with that same fiery passion.

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