#it's not gonna be my baby so just leave it all ambiguous!
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my two hot takes of the day: canon Revan isn’t actually a bad NPC and any canonized version of Revan would still suck
1. is the novel terrible and its only redeemable feature the fact that despite best efforts, Karpyshyn somehow wrote gay Revanderous fic? absolutely, yes. but despite the terrible setup handed to them, the SWTOR writers actually managed to do some interesting stuff with the character, from the identity issues to his complete breakdown on the foundry if you play light side, to the entirety of imp side SoR (which, for some reason, has the vastly superior scenes for him??). if you ignore the whole canonized PC thing he’s not worse than other major NPCs? i dare say he’s actually done better than some of the big players in KOTFE.
2. do you really think that if they’d canonized f!Revan, the writing would have been that different? do you really think the novel wouldn’t still try to go for the blandest cishet experience, possibly this time with weird shit regarding Revan popping out babies (or Bastila getting a new side character bf i guess, depending on whether they wanted Shan descendants or Revan descendants. hell, if they really wanted to piss people off... Bastila/Carth lmao)? honestly. unless you played the most basic supposedly cishet light side f!Revan, i highly doubt the canon/novel version would have been all that closer to what you actually played. would f!Revan have been neat in itself? sure. but considering that having a canonized version of your customizable PC that josses all your bazillion neat headcanons is always going to suck, i wouldn’t actually want mine to be closer to the canon version.
in conclusion: unless the remake devs are completely out of touch, of course they’re gonna do a customizable PC. anything else would alienate nearly the entire existing fanbase, including the dudebros, since a pure (SWTOR) canon game would mean they don’t have a DS path any more. and beyond that... does anyone really want a repeat of the canon fiasco? do you really think you’d be all that much happier with whatever character they’d write for it this time?
#kotor#revan#h o n e s t l y fingers crossed there's no second canon version at all#i wouldn't even want a canon nb revan because i just don't want another canon attempt *at all*#it's not gonna be my baby so just leave it all ambiguous!#...tbf i also don't want disney star wars to muck around in the old republic time period at all
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—✮⋆˙ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃!
✦ a/n: please don't romanticize this irl | armin is your jealous best friend | enjoy!! 😚
✦ pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader
✦ taglist: @ringsofsaturnnnn @dilfkentolover @ambassadorarlert @i-literally-cant-with-this
✦ warnings: cheating | coercion | ooc armin? | pet names: angel, baby, pretty girl | oral sex (f) | orgasm control | nipple stimulation | unprotected penetrative sex (piv) | amateur porn | creampie | you both send the video to your bf lol | reader is racially + bodily ambiguous :)
✦ word count: 985
armin hates your boyfriend.
he just doesn't understand what you see in him. he could treat you so much better... why can't you see that? if you won't take him at his word, he thinks, he'll just have to show you instead.
it wouldn't be the first time the topic of leaving your boyfriend came up in conversation, but it typically didn't get as tense until now. his hand gently caresses your thigh as he leans in close to you. he watches the hair on your skin raise at his touch.
his lips curl into a devilish grin. "let me show you how you could be feeling, y/n. you don't know what you're missing."
you knew better, in your right mind, but nothing felt more right than being this wrong. his hot breath against your skin and his hand sliding further up your thigh makes your pussy ache, further clouding your judgement.
"armin, we—"
"we what? shouldn't do this? no, angel. you shouldn't. but you want to, yeah? i can tell. just say the word." he breathes, tracing his fingertips across your inner thigh.
you sigh. he's right; he always is. he can read you like a book and you both know it. "one time won't hurt, right?" you think, then nod in agreement. "o-okay. just this once though."
he moves quickly to get you out of your clothes. he swipes his finger up and down your slit, collecting your sticky slick on the tip before circling your clit. "mmm. your pussy's so wet for me. you want me more than you realize, huh angel?" he taunts, moving his finger down to your entrance. he pushes his finger into you and pumps teasingly. armin lowers his head then flicks his tongue lightly against your clit, causing you to arch your back and buck your hips against his face.
"slow down there, angel... if i wanted you in control you'd be riding my face. we're going at my pace, understand?" you nod in agreeance, much to your chagrin. "good." he replies before returning his tongue to your swollen bud, this time with a bit more vigor. you reach down and grab his hair as a familiar flutter in stomach begins. "armin–! please i-i'm gonna c–! ahg!"
"what's that, angel? i didn't quite get that." he says condescendingly and lifts his head to look at you, rubbing your clit tauntingly.
"i'm close..." you breathe. he watches your chest rise and fall.
"really? already? your poor excuse of a boyfriend... he's never tasted your sweet pussy, has he? tell me... how many times do you have to fake it with him? when was the last time he made you cum?" his words hit like a ton of bricks. your boyfriend never went down on you but always expected you to. he used to make you cum early on, but admittedly the spark has faded. "your silence says it all, pretty girl."
he dives back in between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit hungrily and fucking two of his slender fingers into you. for the moment his motive shifted from proving himself right to making you feel better than you had in quite a while. his hand slides up your body to massage your perky tits and pinch your nipples gently.
"ah–! armiiiin–!" you moan as a rush of the senses washes over your body. your legs tense and shake as you ride out the height of your orgasm, slurring curses under your breath as you collect your thoughts. he takes a final slurp of your juices and you jolt at the sudden stimulation.
"felt good, yeah? i'm not done with you yet, though." he winks and presses his lips against yours. you unhesitatingly return the kiss, subsequently tasting yourself. you moan into his mouth as he teases your cunt with the tip of his cock. "hope missionary's alright. it's my favorite." he smiles and pushes his length further into you — hissing as your walls clench and suck him in. you shut your eyes blissfully as his cock fills you. he reaches besdies you for your phone and opens the camera.
"fuck, you feel so good." he groans, aiming the camera down at his cock thrusting slowly in and out of you and his thumb swiping your sensitive clit at the same pace. you open your eyes to see him with your phone out.
"you're—ah!—recording?" you ask, already stupidly drunk on his cock. "mhm. we're gonna send this to your stupid boyfriend. you gonna leave him for me aren't you angel? tell him how good my cock feels." he growls and thrusts into your pussy faster and harder.
he pans the camera up to your nodding head. "feels good 'min", you moan, "you fuck me so good. so much better than him." you look at the camera and armin groans.
"keep looking at the camera baby... just like that. fuck you're so pretty." he huffs, panning the camera back down to your pussy getting fucked.
"ngh–! gonna cum again-!" you mewl as your walls tighten around his length and your second orgasm washes over you. his thrusts become gradually sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
"taking my cock so good baby. can't get enough. y'gonna milk me dry" he mutters under his breath. he inhales sharply and his cock twitches with each spurt of cum. "fuuuuck–take it baby, take it just like that." he groans as the final string of cum shoots out. he lets his cock soften inside you as he catches his breath, then points the camera at your pussy dripping with his cum.
he presses the button to stop recording then hands you your phone. he kisses you, then asks if you're actually gonna send it to him. the two of you send the video to your now ex, and not even five minutes later, your phone starts to ring.
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#armin arlert smut#armin arlert x reader smut#armin arlert x reader#armin x reader#armin x reader smut#armin smut#attack on titan smut#aot smut#shingeki no kyojin smut#snk smut#armin aot#aot armin#snk armin#armin snk#x reader smut#armin arlert#armin arlert x fem reader#armin x fem reader
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cw: requested! smut. full on. cunnilingus. strap/harness. possessive bada hitting it from the back 🧎♀️
a/n: feedback is so greatly appreciated. i rarely write full smut fics so im shaking in my boots about this one. thank u for reading!!
The universe really had it out for you today. You tried to have a simple conversation with annold dance partner, but now you're in front of your girlfriend, sprawled out as she's knuckle deep in your cunt, leaving soft kisses on your lower stomach,
"Does that feel good, baby?"
You whine as a response, back arching into her touch. She's been edging you for an hour now.
You wouldn't have been in this predicament if you had just kept your mouth shut. You'd decided to talk up your old dance partner at a party you and Bada attended together. You didn't think much of it until you looked down at your phone. You knew you were in some deep shit, but you couldn't help but play into Bada's possessiveness. It wasn't often that she'd get into moods like this so you could not take this opportunity for granted.
Your old partner makes a subpar joke and to you, you act as if its the funniest thing in the world. You double over, giving them a very nice view into the low cut top you were wearing, grazing their arm, and giving them a cute giggle. It was all fun and games until you felt Bada's chest against your back, one arm snaking around your waist, the other grabbing the drink from your hand and taking a sip herself.
Bada's presence in a room never fails to make people gasp, especially in a room full of both seasoned and rookie choreographers/dancers. She was extremely popular and had the talent to back it up. On top of that, she stands quite tall at around 5'10 and happens to be one of the finest people in the world.
So imagine your previous partner's surprise (and fear) when the Bada Lee peering down at them with an intimidating stare, almost daring them to keep it up with her girlfriend. Bada sets your drink down on the counter and extends a hand out to your partner,
"Hi, I'm Bada, Y/n's partner." Purposely using "partner" to describe the ambiguity of your relationship. Your previous partner looks scared shitless, their hand shakes as they reach out to meet Bada's hand in a weak handshake,
"N-nice to meet you! I'm Y/n's old dance partner."
Bada drops her hand and smiles a smile that would seem kind to an innocent bystander, but you recognized the glint of anger her eyes, and in the way she grit her teeth in her response. Her arm tightening around your waist,
"Hm. I don't think I recognize that name. Would I know your work from anywhere?"
Your ex partner just blinks.
"Well, Y/n, its about time for us to go, huh?"
Your voice shakes as you say your next sentence, doing your best to stay strong,
"Actually, do you mind if I meet you at the car? I want to exchange numbers real quick."
Bada's jaw tightens her eyebrows raise to the sky and you're ready to bust out laughing at any point now. Her face quickly changes back to a sickeningly sweet smile,
"Of course baby. Don't be too long, we've got a long night ahead of us." And with that, she saunters away, not turning back once.
Once you've finished your conversation, you walk out of the party. You see Bada leaning against her car, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You try to blubber out some excuse as to why your conversation lasted an additional ten minutes, but Bada is having none of it.
Bada grits her teeth, "Get in the fucking car."
No way you're saying no to that. You get into the car, Bada slamming your door shut. As you're driving home her hands are gripping the steering wheel hard.
"Baby you're gonna hurt-" You are quickly silenced with a stern side eye. The rest of the car ride is silent. It's silent as you get out of the car, into your apartment complex, in the elevator, the hallway of your floor, and silent as you shut the door behind you. As you turn around to walk further into the apartment, you bump into a sturdy figure, stumbling back just a bit. When you look up, Bada is wordlessly staring down at you.
She's thinking about ways to punish you. She wants to make you as frustrated as she is. She wants to see you whine and beg for her. She wants to watch as your body writhes under hers as she makes you feel so good. Because you're hers. And it seems like you've forgotten.
So, here we are. Earlier she'd taken her time unzipping your dress, kissing down your shoulders. Leaving hickeys on your chest, down until she reaches your lower stomach. She was being so honey sweet, you had no idea what was in store for you. You've been on edge for so long now. Your brain was fuzzy and the only thing you could think of was Bada's hands in your cunt, her mouth dipping down to circle around your clit and suck.
Bada coos at you, "I know baby. It hurts doesn't it."
You nod your head, a tear rolling down the side of your face. "Good God. Bada- oh fuck- i need to cum."
She chuckles and shakes her head, removing her fingers from your weeping cunt.
"Beg me."
You squeeze your eyes closed,
"You are such a dick."
Bada stands, making her way to the drawer located in the nightstand on her side of the bed. She pulls out one of the many toys you both use.
"Keep it up sweetheart. It's okay. I'll fuck it out of you."
Bada unzips her pants, a harness already present. She giggles when she sees your eyes widen. She leans down, face so close to you that when she talks, you feel her mouth against yours,
"I knew you were gonna be a fucking brat the minute we walked out of the house," She stands upright once more. She makes her way over to the edge of the bed,
"You wore that skimpy ass outfit and expected me to be okay with someone seeing you like this? hmm?" She grips your hips, forcefully flipping you over.
"So the minute I saw you make eye contact with me while-" Bada starts pushing her strap into you and groans, "While you gave that girl false hope. I realized just how fucking reckless you are."
You whine, the silicone cock strapped to your girlfriend reaches so deeply into you it nearly hurts. You pull the sheets above you but Bada tsks,
"Don't fuckin' run from it."
Her arm loops around you to wrap her large hand around your neck, pulling you flush against her still clothed chest. She kisses down the shell of your ear,
"You gonna be good for me, honey?"
You muster up all of the energy you have left in you,
"Fuck off."
Bada chuckles, kissing your cheek. She grabs your hips and pulls you back towards her. You groan and immediately your body goes nearly limp. Bada snorts, "Just a cock-hungry whore, hmm? Looks like you remember exactly who you belong to," She grinds her hips into you, "Nobody could make you fall apart like me, isnt that right baby?"
Your whines coincide with her thrusts into you. She was right. You'd never been fucked like this before Bada. Everyone else was just too soft for you, but not Bada. She wasn't afraid of breaking you, which is exactly what you wanted. You need Bada to break you down and build you back up from nothing. Bada speeds up her thrusts, hips just slight of slamming into you.
"T-Thank you Bada."
She grins against your neck, "You are so very welcome, sweetheart." She lets go of your neck, leaving you to slump against the sheets, the only thing holding you together was Bada's hands gripping your waist, pulling you back against her to meet her in each thrust. She could tell how close you were by the way your hands gripped the sheets. She loved seeing you like this. Pliant. Ready to take whatever she gives you. She thinks about how much of a brat you were earlier and smacks your ass twice in succession.
"You gonna keep being a fucking brat? Or do you wanna go back to being my good girl? mmh? My angel?"
Your cries get louder as she grinds against your g-spot, "Wanna be your good girl- fuck. please let me cum-"
Bada laughs at you, "Say it again and I'll let you cum."
At this point, your brain is mush. Your body tingles and you can feel one of Bada's hands smooth down your back, pressing between your shoulder blades. She was fucking you into the mattress.
" 'M yours Bada. Your angel, please-"
Bada uses the hand pressing between your shoulder blades and runs it up to your hair, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you against her once more. She leaves feather light kisses on your neck, contrary to her forceful thrusts. She makes it back up to your ear, voice barely above a whisper,
"Cum."
You fall apart at this command, writhing against bada, moaning out so loud that she makes a mental note to apologize to your neighbors the next time she sees them. But she grins nonetheless, loving how you're unraveling against her. Your little fists reach for anything to grab on to, trying to anchor yourself back to reality and bada groans, she loved this. She loved you. And hopefully you remember just how much you love her too.
Once you stop convulsing against her, she gently lays you against the bed, pulling out and taking off her strap. Just as you start to regain clarity, wondering where your girlfriend went, Bada is by your side with a warm cloth, ready to wipe you down. She figures you'll both shower in the morning. You watch as she cleans you up, gentle as ever. Her cheeks have a faint flush to them. her bangs sticking to her forehead. You silently thanked the universe for blessing you with a Bada Lee. As you continue admiring her, you notice her avoiding your eyes altogether. Your brows furrow-
"Bada."
She hums without looking at you.
"Look at me."
She freezes for a second and then continues cleaning you up.
"Bada lee-"
"I can't look at you right now."
you look at her, dumbfounded.
"You just fucked me within an inch of my life and you want to act funny?"
Bada just lets out a dangerous chuckle,
"Unless you want me to pin you back down for round two, I suggest you stop asking me to look at you."
You sit up, hand grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look at you.
"Who said I didn't want to go for a second round?"
#smut#bada lee#bada lee x reader#bada lee req#bada lee smut#bada lee texts#bada x reader#swf 2 x reader#swf2
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Kinktober Day 16
Roleplay
MINORS DNI
warnings: soft dom top gn genitals ambiguous (kinda, reference to them having a cock, but could be strap) reader, sub bottom Barbatos, (faux) virginity kink, premature ejaculation, roleplay, barbie's genitals are kinda ambigious too.. youre just messing w his hole he could be rocking w whatever
"Has anyone ever touched you here?" you ask softly, pressing your fingers against his hole. Barbatos whines, his face flushing as he shakes his head no.
It's a game, of course someone has touched him there, you were balls deep inside of him just last week, but you're so far into the game that for a second you believe him.
"That's okay darling, I'll be so slow," you rub gently against his slick entrance, "and so gentle with you," you promise.
"Thank you," he mumbles softly, twitching against your touch. You press a finger into him slowly. Barbatos clenches around you, scrunching his eyes closed, "oh," he gasps softly.
"Does it hurt?" he shakes his head at your question,
"No, no. It is strange," he admits, squirming under you, "but good," he breathes, his eyes fluttering open as his hole clenches around your finger. "Touch— touch me more, please?" he begs. You moan, getting to work on stretching him open for you,
"Of course baby," you kiss his inner thigh, and Barbatos shudders, letting out a breathy sigh. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," you nibble at his skin, "gonna make you feel things you've never felt before,"
"Please, oh, please," his voice is so quiet— just barely above a whisper— as he pleads for you. You slip in another finger, and his back arches, a high-pitched moan leaving his lips.
Scissoring your fingers, Barbatos opens up for you, slowly but surely getting ready to take your cock.
"It feels— I feel so guh-good," he confesses, sounding amazed, "you feel, ah, so so deep, please, am I ready yet?" You shake your head, but feel your patience thin as your loins burn with lust.
Adding a third, your curl all your fingers towards his bladder and Barbatos lets out a hiccuped moan, his eyes going wide. Your jaw drops as you watch him cum from just your fingers. It's been a long time since he's been so worked up, so sensitive. You work him through it, thrusting your fingers quickly into his wet and worked hole.
He comes down with a pleased sigh, relaxation settling into his bones. He gives you a bashful smile, a downright adorable blush working across his cheeks.
"Sorry," he mumbles. You lean up to kiss him, keeping your fingers lodged deep inside of him.
"You don't need to apologize, my love," he bites his lip at your words, "that was so hot. It must have been overwhelming to have my fingers fucking—" and the way he lets out a soft gasp at your crass words, like he's never heard you say it before, only adds to your arousal— "your tight hole. Felt too good you just didn't know what to do with yourself, isn't that right?" He nods, tucking his hair behind his ear.
"Yes," he confesses easily, squeezing around your fingers, "I still want you inside me, if that is still something you want?"
"Oh yes Barbie," you tease, kissing him again, "though I don't know if I can keep my promise to be gentle with you."
Barbatos' eyes twinkle, and a mischievous smile works it's way onto his face, "That is quite alright, beloved. I think I can take it."
#bet you all thought i was dead huh? well big news#my newest special interest released its grip on me just long enough for me to pop this out lol#so here is virgin barbie teehee what a cutie pie#sub obey me#spice#cw roleplay#kinktober/2023
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Addition to the cast
gojo x fem reader
no warnings! Pure fluff🦆 not proofread
When you saw the 2 lines on your 5th pregnancy test, you knew it was set in stone. You were pregnant. Damn.
You felt a mixture of nervousness and happiness in you, you were wondering how you were going to break the news to satoru.
You both had been in a serious relationship for about 4 years, and married for a year. The topic of kids and family have come into the picture before, but it always ended ambiguously.
That was where your nerves lied. What if satoru didn't want this? What if he gets mad? What if he leaves?
Before you could bombard yourself with more questions, you heard the jingling of keys outside your front door. Satoru is home.
You started panicking and took the pregnancy tests to hide them in a cabinet, your heart thumping in your chest.
"Love? I'm home! And I brought mochi!" He called out. You walked out from the bathroom to the front door, satoru's eyes lit up the moment he saw you. He did a little jog over to you and gave you a big hug.
"Good evening pretty~" You could hear the grin in his voice. Being in his embrace made you forget what you were going to tell him for a second, after coming back to your senses, you grabbed his biceps and told him to sit with you on the sofa.
"Is everything ok? You didn't give me a kiss :(" His lips formed and adorable pout, sulking over the lack of affection from you.
You sighed deeply, "Ok, um. First of all, I want to say that I love you so so much, and that I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore after this-"
"What in the world are you talking about? Sorry but you're stuck with me no matter what." He sounded a little hurt that you would even think of him leaving you, after everything.
"I'm pregnant."
You let out a breath of air you didn't even know you were holding.
"What?"
You wanted to dig a hole in the ground and stuff yourself in there. The way he replied, he sounded like he was in disbelief. Oh god, he's angry isn't he. You felt tears pick your eyes, before you knew it, you were crying softly.
"Hey,hey! Why are you crying? It's ok. Love, you're pregnant. I'm going to be a fucking father! You're gonna be the mom!"
Sniffing, you looked up at him, puzzled. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Huh? Aren't you mad? We didn't really plan for this to happen.."
Now it was his turn to be confused.
"Mad?? Why on earth would I be mad? If I was going to start a family with someone, it's 100% going to be with you. And hey, don't worry about planning– just say the word, I'll buy it."
You felt like you could breathe again. A small smile appeared on your face.
"I love you so much, don't ever think otherwise. My pretty wife and my precious girl are the best things to ever happen to me."
"Girl? How'd you know the baby is gonna be a girl?"
You said giggling. He went on rambling about how he can predict and see the future and that he's some sort of god, you weren't really listening though. Basking in the bliss and pure love from your husband. He noticed that you were staring at him and he caught on, with a fond smile on his face he said,
"You still haven't given me a kiss ya' know?"
With that, you giggled and smashed your lips on his. It felt like fireworks were exploding in your body, you have kissed before millions of times but every time you do, it feels new.
You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. His hands stroking your arms up and down softly.
"I love you so much toru. So, so much."
"Love ya too sweets, can't wait to try the weird pregnancy foods you'll crave."
#jujutsu gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#ITS 12AM AND IM BORED SO I WROTE THIS LNFAO
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“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„
Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader
Origins | DMC3
Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than
You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him
Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀
Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do
But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one
Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf
Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you
“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”
Gives you the MEANEST side eye
Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀
Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦
You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)
Bonding
Me when might controls everything 🫦
Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal
Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️
He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face
He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin
Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants
DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham
New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction
You give me this and I give you that typa thing
Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante
Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity
Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up
Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)
Daily
Doesn’t celebrate his birthday
Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to
So no surprise parties please🫶
Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀
Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart
A very dramatic mf
Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes
Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look
Baby let ur hair down🫦
Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀
I NEED MORE POWER
Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate
Infinite punching bag
Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)
Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing
When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭
Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him
Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight
“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”
“Shut up!”
He loves you, I promise.
Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc
After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)
Y’all would prob live together
And they were roommates 😨
FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son
“Nero is my son?”
“You have a son?”
“I didn’t know..”
“How did you not know?”
Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5
He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe
Honestly I think he can cook
More of a baker methinks
He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself
No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.
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day 12 of ai less whumptober: self harm (done via inaction to direct harm) + ambiguous ending!
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You don’t notice until a thorn pierces your lung.
There’s been an odd pressure building up in your chest for a while now, maybe two months, but you dismiss it easily. Allergies or lack of exercise could explain it.
You’re in Demonology 102 when it happens. A sharp pain near your heart.
You gasp sharply and Mammon, sitting next to you, gives you a concerned look. You take a couple steadying breaths, trying to tune back into the teacher, but it’s hard to ignore that burning hot ache.
You whimper as your pain tolerance gives and you lean over in your seat, clutching your chest. Mammon’s kneeling in front of you in an instant, blue eyes frantic.
“Idiot, what happened?” “Knew something was up.” “Not gonna die on me, are ya?”
His words feel distant. The wet on your cheeks is startling. When did you start crying?
You whine and Mammon’s chest is now in your face, warm and soft, and smelling like him. Then you’re in the air.
Brisk steps lead you out into the courtyard, through the beautiful flower garden, and into the Demon Lord’s Castle. Vague voices, mildly familiar, fill the air frantically.
Faces surround you.
Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Mammon’s eyes all bore into your weak figure.
“What happened?” sharp words from Lucifer.
“Should I ready a portal to the human realm, my Lord?”
After the hospital visit, you start coughing up the petals. Red roses, pale lilies, baby’s breath, and some other beautiful leaves speckled with your blood you can’t identify.
The first time it’s a single rose, a partially bloomed bud, over dinner. You cough and cough, and you thought you were going to hack up a lung, but a single flower falls from your mouth.
The table had gone quiet, Mammon, Levi, and Asmo had been leading conversations and they’d gone stark pale and quieted down.
All eyes fall to the red rose blossom lying on your plate. It’s quite a beautiful flower, if not the reason it came to be.
Lucifer said your name, voice uncharacteristically hollow. You didn’t reply at first and Mammon had shook you to get you to look away from the flower you’d bloomed.
You met Lucifer’s eyes, the same shade as the rose that tore your esophagus up, shellshocked and hollow.
No one had acted quite the same after that.
They’re worried, of course they are. They’re worried like any good friends should be, but that is just the problem.
-.-
“Come on, you have to get them removed,” Satan urges. Your heart constricts dangerously, like a vine strangling around it.
You pull your lips into a thin line, pained half smile, and shake your head no.
“I can’t. Being in love, even if it’s unrequited, it’s so beautiful. I’d let my body turn into a garden of thorns before I’d get them removed.” You hug the book you’d been reading tight to your chest and lean against the wall, carefully gauging his reaction.
Satan’s brow pinches, “okay, at least tell me who.”
“Don’t try and place the blame on anyone.” You chide lightly.
“I just want to help you,” his voice leaks pain and you motion him to come closer.
“Satan,” you smile more genuinely this time. When he reaches you and kneels to be at your level, you lift a hand up and smooth it through his hair.
“I love you, MC.” Satan’s voice breaks a little, and when it does your heart shatters.
“I love you, too.”
-.-
Asmodeus halts in the process of dabbing your face, a mix of a frown and a grimace crossing his own. You tilt your head when he pauses, and he speaks.
“Have you thought about… confessing? To whom the flowers are for? Because, doll, if they’re for me, I hope you know I absolutely adore you.”
You watch as he purses his lips, uncharacteristically worried about how you should feel about him. The heart in your chest pounds heavily and your mouth has gone dry.
“I think…” you want to say which flower blooms for him, but think better of it. “I love you, Asmodeus.”
His demeanor breaks and a weak smile shines through, “I love you too, my darling MC.”
-.-
Mammon has been avoiding you. It’s obvious, seeing as before this he clung to you every chance he got. He’s stopped sneaking into your room at night; stopped linking arms with you on the walk to RAD.
It hurts.
“Mammon, have I done something wrong? Something to offend you?”
“Huh?! No, you’re fine…” He’s such a liar.
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
“I am not!”
You remain silent. He cracks.
“It’s the flowers.” Mammon sighs. “I love you. I don’t want to have you leave me.”
-.-
Leviathan tries not to make direct eye contact with you when he passes your designated controller. His fingers brush your hand and he jolts away as if your touch hurts.
You sigh.
“I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Levi flinches into his seat, “no! No! It’s just…”
You make to stand, a clench in your heart.
“I don’t want to assume things, but I… I love you.”
Oh.
“I love you too, Leviathan.”
-.-
Beelzebub and Belphegor approach you together, both mildly apprehensive.
“MC, we couldn’t help but notice,” Beel starts off.
“Linnaea borealis, it’s the twin flower, are they for us?”
“Yes,” you whisper ashamedly.
“Oh, MC, we love you so much.”
“I wish you hadn’t doubted that.”
-.-
“Just tell us who the final flowers belong to.”
An embarrassed whimper leaves you and you curl tighter into Mammon’s hold.
“No one is gonna be upset, ya know. We all want you to be okay, you idiot.”
“Yeah,” your voice comes out dry and your lungs hurt with the word. The roses constrict around your heart. “There’s no use. It’s okay, though. I’ve been selfish enough already.”
“It’s me.” Lucifer says, standing tall in the doorway. “I wouldn’t claim so if I were not certain. It’s me, isn’t it, MC?”
Your eyes flicker down in shame.
“Yes.”
-.-
The House of Lamentation’s garden has never been more beautiful.
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paring: 3. simon 'ghost' riley x male reader
rating: M, MDNI
cw: reader has a very strong photographic memory and doesn't know how to let go, lovers to strangers, ambiguous ending, ghost sucks at apologising.
a/n: I proofread this <- haven't proofread this and things mind not make sense towards the end. might take a bit bc to right this, I'm taking care of a baby chick.
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You remember how it is to love him. A feeling so strong it swells your heart with affection every single time you caught his gaze on you, felt his skin under your lips, heard his voice against your ear.
It's like a stab to the heart to find him standing before you after so long. Your chest aches at the sight, squeezing with longing and betrayal and so much love for him.
“You're alive,” you say, your voice cracking around the words, and swallow your feelings with vengeance, “ten years.”
Ten years. Saying it out loud cements the realization that he was ripped away from you and never did anything to come back.
“I—” you shove the door to his face the moment he opens his mouth but he throws his arm against it to keep it from slamming closed. “Just hear me out!”
It's then that you notice he isn't alone. It's then that you notice his attire is not suitable as civilian wear. It's then that you realize that he is not here for you.
Not exactly, no.
You leave him at the door, step deep into the room and head for the last door of your corridor.
You don't wait for anyone, but you know for a fact that he knows his way to the room with or without your aid.
The light flickers overhead, it's a surprise it works at all. There's no window to let the air in, so you'll have to put up with the dust and stuffiness. You haven't opened the door to this room in years and it shows.
There's a mess of documents and pictures in the middle of it all, and you're struck with the memory of you standing over it with a lighter in your hands.
He was gone, you couldn’t continue to—
With a sigh, you move to get rid of all the rubbish you left so long ago and ignore the footsteps moving to check the room for whatever.
Someone approaches, crouches opposite you and starts searching through the mess.
“You were gonna get rid of these too.” Simon holds the booklet of pictures as he flips through it, running gentle fingers over the cover. It isn't even a question, he simply knows it. There's a note of sadness in his voice mixed with resignation and it makes your blood boil.
It's true then, that he doesn't care one bit about what you had together. So ready to give it up at the first sign of hardship.
“Obviously,” you say with as much venom as you can muster, stealing the album from his hands and shoving it aside —away from his gaze. “You went MIA, then confirmed KIA soon after I started searching for you.”
I couldn't go through with it. The only thing you did manage to do that day was throw the lighter into the bin and miss.
Did he do it on purpose? Made them tell you he was gone so you would stop trying? Whatever his reasons, ten years with no word only to come back because he needs something...
“This all I am to you, ain't I?” you say —because despite your field of work you have never learnt to keep your mouth from running, — wave your hand at the room, and stare at him with your jaw set.
“Look,” he starts, but you're already standing and turning away. He jolts forward and grabs you by the arm, “bloody hell, we don't have time for this.”
“Of course,” you say and watch his eyes grow wide at his own words. “no time for this.” You were a fool to think there had been anything at all.
“That's not... That's not what I—”
“I'll help you with whatever you need,” you cut him off and tag your arm free. “You know my price already.”
There's a hidden door built at the very back of the room, and despite the ten years of negligence all is frozen in the same neat and perfect condition you've left it years back. It's a disorienting contrast with the previous room.
The change of temperature as you step through the door is refreshing, settling over your shoulders like a familiar embrace. There are cabinets lining all four walls, carrying an insane number of papers and folders and books. Despite the incredible jump technology has gone through its progress, a paper document is still chosen over a digital file.
If they're seeking your help then hackers are of no use for them, which in turn means whatever they need has long been lost in the past.
This room is the reason you're still alive really. You haven't touched it in years nor do you have any physical need for it, but the simple knowledge that you are in possession of it makes you invulnerable. Mind maps are crucial for organizing information, sure, but no one will find any use for this room if something happens to your brain.
“So? Who's and which skeleton in the closet do you want me to reveal to you, so you can go and ruin their life?” You open a drawer at random, pick up the first folder your fingers touch and flip it open. Truth is you have always been quite fond of puzzles and none of these documents mean anything at all. It's just a bunch of random words written using cross writing.
Simon had found it ridiculous to write whatever you had to say and then turn the page ninety degrees the moment you run out of space.
But that was the beauty of it. Never mind that you only use gibberish sentences as a guide line to refresh your memory, but the puzzle that cross letters were kept your mind busy.
You find him standing by the door when you force yourself back to the present. He hasn't said a word, nor has he dared to do anything other than close the door behind him and watch you without moving any deeper into the room. “You used to say that every time someone you hated asked for your help.”
And it's the little things he would notice and remember, that had your heart first beat a little faster back then. The way he would take it as a vantage to express himself when he struggled to process his own emotions. That he went all soft and delicate despite knowing for a fact that you weren't made of glass. All that and more, is what made you fall for him.
Every single memory is so vivid in your mind but the betrayal and pain and anger are just as fresh in the forefront of your mind that you can't help but sneer at him. “Yes, glad to know I haven't changed at all in the past ten years.”
You're not being petty, you really are not. Because despite it all, you still love him. Just as much as you had the first time you fell for him, the first kiss you shared, the first ‘I love you’ you pressed into his skin, the first date you took him to.
The first time they told you you'd lost him forever.
Your feelings have only grown, and the pain stabbing through your heart has only grown with them. You know that if you let yourself hope even for the shortest moment, you'll break and will never be able to piece yourself together.
Photographic memory might be a cool power, a service demanded by the leaders controlling the world, but for you it is nothing but a spiteful curse.
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Genuinely curious, what’s up with Noir’s age? And what does it have to do with his 08/09 run? ((You may ignore if you wish :D))
i no longer have to do an extremely long explaination about comics noir because it has already been done here, by foolsocracy!!!!!!! really great breakdown of his very vague age, which is never said outright in the 08-09 run, only implied!! my own personal take on this is that he's 17-turning-18 in the first one, just about graduated high school but not able to afford college (see the panel below LOL)
this also got a little longer than i thought it would, so under the cut for the rest of it! the tl:dr is "itsv!noir is not the same as comics!noir, and people saying that he's 19 isn't strictly true. to me, he's around 30!"
eyes without a face (the 09 run!!) only takes place 8 months after, in september 1933, which makes peter 18-turning-19. this is more of a headcanon though!! (see the noir birthday poll, which made me a noir-is-a-december-baby truther)
(peter being a libra is mentioned once in the first issue of amazing spider-man (2015), mostly as a punchline, and a specific date of october 10th was given in another issue that i have lost. other media, like with the mcu, has his birthday on august 10th. but to me noir is a sagittarius and you cannot pry that from me)
the 2020 run of noir begins establishing the year as 1939, making peter around his mid-20s, and 25 if you believe me on the 'peter was 17 in noir 2008' LOL.... i won't lie though i haven't read this one properly i very quickly skimmed so pinch of salt regarding my takes on the 2020 run
noir being in his teens during the first original runs is why "itsv!noir is 17-19" goes around so often! i've seen that on tumblr, twitter AND on tiktok and i don't mind what people hc, but it has become a pet peeve when people say it like its canon even though it's never been mentioned by the writers or the art book. itsv!noir is similar to his comic counterpart, but his differences in his origin story make me interpret him as a different noir (like how peter b.'s dimension is 616B, making him... 90214B?)
again, we are straying from itsv canon/etc here because i'm deranged, but i personally hc noir as being 32! some of my friends think he's in his mid-20s, others think he's older, but really the only reason is that 32 is the midpoint between the other two peter parkers: ripeter was 26 and peter b is 38. he's also voiced by nic cage, which makes me think older in the first place!
i just like the idea that he's more experienced that ripeter, but hasn't gone through as much as peter b. he spends most of the movie being broody ("moral ambiguity of your actions!", "matches burn down to my fingertips", etc etc), or snarkier than you'd expect ("it's that easy" "who are you again?" "you gonna fight or are you just bumping gums" etc etc). he also very sweetly tells everyone that he loves them before he leaves !!! i feel like it can in fact be in character for a peter parker in his late 20-early 30s, distanced from his tragedies in his own world by time (he doesn't forget them, that's different !) being able to look out for the spiders around him.
okay now we are VERY deep into hc territory, but it makes him able to balance out the rest of the itsv spider-gang as an older-brother figure who's able to guide peni, miles and gwen but also be able to act as a voice of reason for peter b. and ham if the sitauation calls for it. that being said noir is still peter parker and is therefore capable of spider-esque tomfoolery, which can lead to him misjudging the need for a snarky one liner ("this is a pretty hard core origin story"). my characterisation of him is also very inspired by heyitsspiderman, the itsv fic that changed me for the better, and noir isn't even in it that much LOL
veering back into itsv!noir's age and your actual question though: he's always read older in the movies, and not at all 17-19. noir is always going to be around 30 (32 if i have to give a number) to me!! if anything, he did go through the same kind of 'canon events' as comics noir did, but is an older and more experienced version of him, with tweaks to the backstory (like a radioactive spider instead of a spider-god, and webshooters instead of organic webbing). there are reasons ofc to see him being younger (egg creams are non-alcoholic, and that if it's 1933, his comicsverse self would be 18-19 too) . however you must consider that sony didn't expand on this and therefore it's up to fan interpretation and also that
#this kind of turns into meta . sort of . sorry about that#and i know some people take those jokes noir makes as like. just very blunt observations of what is happening#i personally believe they are jokes that aren't landing. or just him being a bit annoying <3 i love him for this#i can talk forever and forever about movie noir. its how i got into him in the first place . picked me up and swept me away#and now i overthink and read too much into his like. 6 mins of screentime#also the rich beautiful itsv noir backstory that exists only in my mind..... which is mostly the same#just with small tweaks and adjustments. its MY SIDE CHARACTER and I GET TO CHOOSE THE HCS#eg. the insane 'peter quits working at the bugle very annoyingly for everyone involved before becoming a PI' like this shit just#swirls in my brain. forever and ever.#noir#answered#edit: sorry im just realising this is boiling down to itsv noir is freshly out of his 20s#therefore experiencing post 20s clarity and is not yet going through a peter b-like midlife crisis#and is not a teenager anymore and doesn't have to battle puberty as well as supervillians#so he's somehow doing a little better than the rest of them and able to pass on funny little tips and lifehacks
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Could you do another chapter installation for Vander x Pregnant reader?
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Pairing: Modern!Vander x Black!Fem!Reader
Type: Headcanons
Synopsis: A continuation of the headcanons of Arcane characters with a pregnant!reader; this is specifically for Vander and how he’d react to being a father figure once again!
Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of labor, brief allusion to post-labor pains and fatigue, also a brief allusion to Vander 'handling things if a baby daddy pops up
A/N: Lord I lowkey forgot I did these headcanons, it was so long ago…back when I had my first ever case of baby fever lol. Not gonna lie it took me a while to actually sit with this one bc I don’t have the same drive as I did when I first made these headcanons, so I hope they sound alright. Also, this can be taken as romantic or platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose for that reason.
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Vander takes special care in learning how to aid you during your pregnancy. His kids are his by bond; adopted from old friends and off the streets. He’s not familiar with the whole pregnancy process, so he tries to prepare himself. He is, in fact, not prepared.
You would commonly find him sitting at the kitchen table while waddling down the stairs for a class of water, sitting on his phone or at his laptop, looking at articles on how to prepare for being a newborn’s dad, or on amazon for things to buy for the baby’s arrival. He’s a very dedicated man!
You wanted to have an at-home delivery, of which Vander was originally against because he would much rather have had the professionals handle the delivery. Not that he didn't trust your judgment, that’s far from doubt…he just doesn’t trust himself. He’s about thirty years of rough edges and has only known harshness. He doesn’t know the first thing about infants, and the fragility of them scares the living shit out of him.
When the child is born he is absolutely mesmerized by them. How something so tiny can release the shrillest of cries, how they practically fit in the palms of his hand. This may not be his kid, but he knows for sure that the connection he feels to this tiny human in his hand is just as strong as any biological connection could be.
Being a mother is exhausting, Vander learns. The exhaustion that racks through you day in and day out from taking care of your newborn does a number to you, and he sees it. He tries to ease the burden by taking over night shifts so that you can sleep. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but he gets the hang of it after a couple of weeks.
He becomes super dad very quickly - as if he wasn’t one already. He keeps the baby very entertained while you’re healing and getting yourself back together after the labor.
In spending more time with the kid he also becomes protective, as one would suggest. So you better hope no baby daddy drama comes around…cuz Vander not having it at all. He will do some serious damage to that dude if he tries anything funny…and we don’t wanna see Vander get angry now.
But overall he’d ve a very loving and supportive person throughout the pregnancy and the first stages of your child's life in whatever capacity you want him to be in, whether it be platonic or romantic. Nevertheless, he does view your kid as one of his own and will always treat him as such.
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Some fluff. I feel like some people want Buggy fluff.
I had a procedure in July, which left me with scars on my stomach where my uterus is. And when I was "healed" I went to the beach in a bikini and a lot of people stared at me. It made me self-conscious about myself, and I felt like a freak. So. This one shot is called Scars. I'm gonna try and be as ambiguous as possible so that way it can be as truthful to everyone as possible
There's not really a fitting gif for this story... but I like Buggy's smile!!!
Scar Tissue
On the warm sunny days you would usually set up a blanket on the main deck and sprawl out in your bathingsuit to catch some rays, there's nothing you loved more than basking in the golden sun while listening to the waves lap against the hull of the ship.
After a recent battle that left you with new scars on what used to be your "perfect" skin, it's been harder to go out and soak up the sun. Buggy noticed you getting mopey and depressed and he deduced it was because of lack of sunlight. Because men have no understanding of women. And your obviously a plant. "C'mon sweetheart, just humor me- go out in the sun for a few hours like you used to and tell me how you feel after, and if it dosnt work I will continue to try and make you feel better. Please?" Buggy asked pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. He looked at you with those soft eyes that he only ever had for you. You sighed leaning back in the bed.
"I don't want to" you muttered. Buggy's lips pursed and moved to one side in a puzzled face. He then hovered over your body before pressing his whole weight on you and holding you close.
"Please Baby, it'll be good for you. And besides- I have to get some kind of work done today so I think it's best if we both leave the bedroom" Buggy smirked against your skin.
"Fine" you groaned and then squirmed put of Buggy's hold. You went and put on your bathingsuit and grabbed a towel, before you left the room you took a look at yourself in the mirror seeing your scars, your smile faded as you looked at yourself.
"Hey (Y/N)- you look beautiful," Buggy smiled, his hands detaching from him and floating over to squease your shoulders reassuringly. His head then floated over to kiss your cheek. You laugh looking at him, and then his body which was standing infront of the dresser.
"You are so lazy" you giggle. Buggy chuckles as his limps reattach. You take one last look at him before leaving to go and sit on the top deck. You fixed yourself your favorite fruity drink and then laid the towel so it was perfectly flat against the deck you sighed in content as you laid on the towel and began to drift off under the warm sun.
"You'd think all those scars, and she'd lose some of that fat," one of the crew mates said, causing the others to laugh. You sat up and looked over at them, who were all below deck looking in the water. The crew mate kept making scar and fat comments, which made everyone else continue to laugh and kackle loudly at the jokes. You looked down at your ((where ever you may have scars)) and blushed in embarrassment and then covered yourself with your towel and ran back into the captains quarters.
You laid on the bed, still wrapped up in your beach towel all day. Your inner thoughts had left you frozen just staring at the wall. The door to the bedroom had opened and shut again, and the room filled up with the smell of your favorite dinner. Buggy sat on the bed on the side that your back was facing. He placed a hand on your back, running his hand up and down reassuringly. "Sweetheart?" Buggy muttered softly. "I brought you dinner," Buggy said, smiling slightly.
"I'm not hungry," you mutter, hiding under the towel.
"You need to eat something (Y/N)" Buggy sighed.
"I'm not hungry," you said again. Buggy looked down at the plate and got up and set it on the nightstand next to your face, he kneeled down on the ground looking into your eyes, his fingers slowly began to caress your nose lovingly. You blushed, looking into his gentle eyes as tears began to well up in your own.
"The guys were worried about you." Buggy said, and you scoffed. "They were talking about a fish," Buggy chuckled.
"What?" You asked, shocked. You were always the one who was secure and radiated self-confidence. You couldn't believe what he had just told you.
"Yeah. A giant inedible fat fish they had caught, " Buggy laughed again.
"It's not fair that you're laughing at me. Considering no one can say nose or knows in your presence, " you mutter blushing hard in embarrassment.
"You know why I think everyone is making fun of me all the time?" Buggy asked, bopping your nose softly. "Cause when I look in the mirror, I see a freak." Buggy admitted. "And I try the whole confidence thing by being the star of she show and pulling off flashy acts, but... at the end of the day. I'm still just some guy with a big ugly nose, " Buggy said, looking down at the ground. "I get it. Right now, you think you look like a freak. And you think you look bad. That's why when people are laughing, you think it's because they're laughing at you. Out of all the people in the world, I feel like i can understand that most of all. But (Y/N) I think you're beautiful the way you are. And that should count for something, " He continued. He started to look around the room nervously. He had never opened up to anyone like that before. You knew it, too. You felt your heart fill up so much it might explode if he keeps pouring his own heart out.
"Buggy," you begin, reaching your hand out to cup his face, "I love you for who you are. Insecurities and all, " you smile, placing a soft kiss on his nose. "And I love the nose," you smile seeing his face light up.
"Really!?" He smiles brightly.
"Really"
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There is a particular brand of Trump Apologism from the Wonk Standpoint that I particularly hate, that tries to Well Actually something by shifting the goalposts. MR is giving me one today it seems, about the NATO comments:
Long-time MR readers will know I am not fond of Trump, either as a president or otherwise. (And I am very fond of NATO.) But on this issue I think he is basically correct. Yes, I know all about backlash effects. But so many NATO members do not keep up serious defense capabilities. And for decades none of our jawboning has worked.
Personally, I would not have proceeded or spoken as Trump did, and I do not address the collective action problems in my own sphere of work and life in a comparable manner (“if you’re not ready with enough publications for tenure, we’ll let Bukele take you!” or “Spinoza, if you don’t stop scratching the couch, I won’t protect you against the coyotes!”). So if you wish to take that as a condemnation of Trump, so be it. Nonetheless, I cannot help but feel there is some room for an “unreasonable” approach on this issue, whether or not I am the one to carry that ball.
This idea, that like "oh you know he may have phrased it weirdly but this is a real NATO problem ya know" is hopelessly disingenuous: how he phrased it is the problem! If he just talked about how NATO allies are free-riding on defense procurement, a thing everyone has been saying for 20 years, it wouldn't be news! The news is that he just casually mentions the idea that he would love to see our allies invaded! He is running for President! Its literally a diplomat job! He sucks at it to a hilarious degree! That is why this is a story!!
It actually is fine to, behind closed doors, go to NATO partners and say "okay, we are gonna set a deadline that if you don't reach force readiness the US is leaving NATO" or w/e. I don't think that is wise, NATO is still a net win for the US, you gotta appreciate that these things work dynamically - note how NATO partner Poland is stepping up to the plate right now because they have a strong reason to, and NATO makes that easier for everyone involved. But anyway, fine enough if you think the gambit can work.
But what you don't do is publicly cast ambiguity over your mutual security deterrents when you yourself haven't decided on them. Will Trump pull out of NATO? Who knows! He hasn't said he will. Will he back NATO allies in war? Idk he publicly says maaaaaaybe not. But if you are Russia, and you hear public comments like this, perhaps you might think huh, you know, I could roll the dice, invade Estonia! And then Trump doesn't back down because its Tuesday or w/e, and suddenly you are all at war. Because you intentionally cast doubt on if your alliance was real because you felt pissy one day!
I spend my life shitting on how basic IR theory is, because it is, but sometimes life makes you realize exactly how much more basic everyone else is. However, Tyler Cown, you are not basic. You are a very smart person. You know all this. Stop trying to be a uwu Straussian Hot Take clever little baby boy and score "both sides" points on the ledger in your status brain to appease your audience.
I don’t usually blog on “candidate topics” or “Trump topics” but
That "but" is a war crime against rhetoric, I would convict you at Nuremburg for that alone.
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hey guys. Do u even care about what I have to say. Thats right baby. It’s a mini rant. Young Garmadon edition and the horrors of white boy Star Wars core.
Okay so. Erm.? I don’t like garmadons child design in the show. This guy is way too twink coded as a young adult for me and that’s wrong. He’s a beast. And also))??? Lots of paragraphs on Wu depression. Thats the synopsis now look below for further horro r
Hello??? Dang man tatooine is calling ???? IM. SORRY THAT WAS MEAN. I’ve always felt like the spinjitzu bro books did a better job with his design, but brunette just isn’t it. Black hair. Right now. Make it naturally white but also make him fucjing stupid so he dyes it with Ink because he doesn’t want whit4 hair cause he’s DUMB.
Look alive. Make him wear a ponytail and give him the black dyed hair COWARDS.
Anyways that parts over. Now I’m going to talk about my issues with how people draw him in his human form a lot.
I feel like the twinkification is real. All human designs I’ve found of Garmadon that don’t use legos ambiguous yellow color are pasty white and this madness must STOP!!! I think if u wanna make him a cracker it’s ok. It’s fine. But it is a little boring seeing the same designs scatter my Garmadon picture wall(/J I DONT HABE THA)
‘And also while I’m at it, I’m gonna be real and say that any design for wu in the series is pretty good. Still mad he looks like a normal guy. TBH. Many fan designs give him more dragon like traits, and I think that’s so cool, but I’ve always had a specific idea I’ve never seen executed personally. I think Wu would chop his horns off if he had them permanently out.
Wu clearly isn’t a fan of just showing off his dragon or Oni traits. He straight up doesn’t do it, even as a kid (he should honestly be shown with those traits cause he really doesn’t give a fuck as a child) and I believe that his tormented old man position (see the many drawings and tweets from the shows authors and writers) he wouldn’t exactly be drawn to having his traits on display. The completely reasonable solution? Scar himself permanently by wacking them off with a blade. Sounds like something he’d do in young adult hood. His horns being out insinuates he can’t just shapeshift to make them go away, so erm!! Pretty smart solution ngl!!!
‘’Now it’s time for Wu trauma oooooooo!!!!! Oh my god part of his soul is GONE????
In one of the spinjitzu bro books Wus soul is forced into a little puppet. At the end of the book, the puppet is still alive and moving. When the ninja ask to see a puppet show before Wu recounts this, he has a physical reaction.
so. Wu is having a great time. Also, in one of the comics (forgot the name and I can’t for the LIFE OF ME remember where I read this) he confronts. Basically the embodiment of his fears. Basically he doesn’t want to become like his SHIT father who is literally god. leave him ALONE.
So. Uhm. In conclusion. Whirlwind (wus canon nickname) and Softie (Garmadons canon nickname) need to get their shit together <33333333
#ninjago#lego ninjago#my rants#rant post#wu ninjago#ninjago garmadon#lord garmadon#young garmadon#very specific tag but ok#who made that#young wu#THERES ANOTHER???
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Best Kept Secret Q&A
contains spoilers for all of bks !!
thank you @znerac for asking these !!
Is there anything you would of written differently? Why, and what would you of done?
the short answer is yes lmao.
the long answer is also yes but with a bunch of explanation. writing bks chapter by chapter and posting as i go is great and also not great for several reasons. getting immediate feedback is always great, and it pushes me to keep writing but it also means that i can't change things once they're written.
if i could the main things i would change would be :
i would rewrite any and all reader descriptions. in the early days of bks it was just a silly story that i wrote for myself. that being said i did my best to write the reader as ambiguous but a lot of my self bled through. very specifically is the fact that i get very very red when i'm embarrassed. i don't know the exact line but there was at one point in dins internal monologue something along the lines of "you blush blah blah blah, he wonders how deep the crimson tint goes." so i would change all of that for sure
on a less serious not i would rewrite all of chapter seven LMAO. i was stressed about six being the first smut chapter and i convinced myself that there needed to be more dirty stuff since i'd already started with it. i am haunted by the chapter seven blowjob. it feels so out of place to me like it's not needed, it's gotta go, i hate it but can do nothing about it.
hypothetically, If a movie/Show director came up to you to make a producion based heavily on BKS, would you take the opportunity?
yes and i would do it lin manuel miranda style by insisting that i play the lead and then i would demand pedro pascal as my counter part (he'll def take it, im convinced that man will do any movie.)
what inspired you to write bks?
a lot of things!!
mostly music, all sorts of songs. when i started it i had also just finished queen charlotte. (if you havent watched queen charlotte and like bks i highly recommend it.) i would say that bks!reader was based on charlotte early on. (i'm also gonna use my favorite line from queen charlotte in the epilouge)
and i just love telling stories. i love making these worlds and the people in them and this was the first time i ever put it into words!!
how do you think writing and posting bks has affected you? Positively, Negatively? What do you think would of changed if you didn't write it?
definitely both but the negatives aren't bad, and the positives make up for it.
bks in it's conception was always intended to be a coping mechanism for me. at the time of it's start my best (and realistically, only) friend was getting ready to move away for college and i realized that he was the only person i ever spent time with and i needed a hobby. i tried a few things until one day writing stuck. the intention was to have something to keep me busy but i ended up really loving it.
there's never been any external negatives, it really is just that i can be hard on myself but at the end of the day it's been a huge point of growth for me.
@knopes-waffles thank you lovey for sending these !!
was there a particular reason that you chose blue as Kodo’s color?
terrible answer to a great question but uhhh no lmao
i just had to pick a color and this is what my fingers typed lol, i knew from the get go that din's favorite color would be green so i had to pick something that wasn't that.
thank you to the anon who sent these !! (i assume these were from the same person bc they came in and the same time!!)
will din and queenie have more babies? or just grogu and their son?
i suppose we'll have to see ;)
(although after bks 28 this is answered haha)
where will they raise the babies? in the cabin?
i think so !! i like to think that they live in the cabin, bks!reader became attached to naboo and bks!din will happily live wherever she is. i also like to think that they travel though. they leave naboo as often as they can, din likes to show his children the galaxy so when they're older they definitely invest in a ship
thank you anon !! luv you !!
what was your absolute favorite scene to write?
there's so many gahhh im gonna try and narrow it down to a top three:
#1 : Chapter 16 - their first kiss
this was a big deal to me, i worked for quite some time on that scene. i had several long conversations with friends about it because i wanted it to have the weight of a scene from bridgerton. i love love love bridgerton, it's my guilty pleasure, and i wanted that scene to make me feel the way bridgerton love confessions make me feel. i needed an "i burn for you" and i had a lot of different versions but i eventually settled on "I ache." because i wanted it to be something that hurt, i think that bks!din is complicated (i sound so pretentious rn im so sorry) in a self hating way that makes even the idea of being happy extremely painful to him and i wanted to get that point across
#2 : Chapter 23 - the markets
the markets in general were always so so fun to write but the lunar markets especially. getting to write them as a normal couple shopping for sex toys was so so so fun, i remember being so exhausted writing this chapter but i loved it so much i just had to finish it.
short story break but i was up until 2 am writing this chapter, it was halfway done and i was supposed to be up at 7 to drive my grandma six hours to visit my aunt for a week. i texted her at 2 and said i was going to bed and i'd see her in the morning, she texted back and said she couldnt sleep so we just got in the car and went. when we got to my aunts i finished the chapter and then passed out lmao, editing it took ages bc i kept falling asleep
#3 : Chapter 3 - reading the smitten paladin
the entire scene where she's trying to not think about din while reading her porn book is always gonna be an all timer for me
(bonus: the epilouge has been very special to me. getting to write a happy ending for these characters that i have put through so much has been extremely healing for me)
thank you @darthbeebles !! <3
Were there any scenes you wrote/wanted to write but had to cut for some reason? I’d love some deleted scenes if you have any <3
so so so many. i will cover most in the little what if thing later this week but the biggest one was a masquerade ball.
i so badly wanted a scene where she was dancing at the ball and there's a masked man who asks for a dance with dark hair and a mask that only covers his eyes and GAH im making myself angry just thinking about it because i just couldn't make it work
i tried it on so many levels, but at the end of the day the climax of the story didn't work if she knew what he looked like. the identity swap twist didn't work as smoothly and after several attempts to work it in i had to scrap it
thank you @raintheegg my beloved for sending this in!!!!
What is your favorite characteristic about bsk!din?
very easily his devotion.
it makes him easy to write bc he has one character goal and it to keep reader as safe and happy as he can manage. it also helped me add in the vague religious themes because he really is just that in love with her right from the start
hi anon !!! thank you for sending this in!!
You don’t have to draw it out if you don’t want, but I’d love to see your vision for inside their closet in BKS!!! It feels like such an important space that I want to understand it exactly how you meant to portray it — 1000 rounds of applause for your writing, it was an incredible journey you took us on 🥲🥲
thank you so so much <3
i wanted to build distinct set pieces in the world, the closet, the nook, the cabin, etc. and the closet was based on my own closet!! i used to sleep in there with all of my pillows and blankets, i have some pics, i don't have any good ones because it's been a few years but these are the ones i found!!
thank you my sweet anon!!
what was the hardest chapter to write?
very easily chapter 26.
i had a very specific vision for it that i'd been working on for months and i wanted it to go over well. the rule i use with plot twists is that it either needs to not be guessed before it happens or it needs to executed in a pleasing enough way that if you did guess it you don't care or you feel accomplished. i couldn't be more proud of how it turned out
thank you anon for the ask !
why is kodo’s fav color blue
i thought about this one again and i did remember that i needed it to be an eye color so it ended up being between grey and blue and i went with blue!!
thank you anon who is definitely not @torizle-blog1
why are you so sexy and hilarious and perfect and awesome
years of practice.
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ok bit a background and context for something i'm gonna post later (probably... eventually... if i manage to finish it) but in the meanwhile
time-travel idea from an au which has been living non-stop in my head for the last weeks. in this au (no details, just ideas floating around), instead of damon and elena dating, there is this weird dating?not dating? denzo which is hella confusing to everyone because they're close always touching and being in each other space but!!!? we just saw damon making out with a random girl and enzo being cool??? about it so they're not dating then? right?!? (i just love the idea of undefined relationship between damon and enzo, just them being bestfriends and maybe they have sex maybe not) (somewhere in the other side alaric is groaning and despairing because "of course they're not just bestfriends!! damon and i weren't like that!! i mean yeah damon doesn't know what personal space is when drunk and is all over you whether you want it or not but we weren't like t h a t" but nobody can hear him (except maybe jeremy who chooses to ignore alaric because? he doesn't want to know or more importantly he doesn't want to think about what damon and enzo do in their free time thank you very much!))
okay i didn't plan on going that much into denzo (seriously the bestfriends ambiguous as hell thing l o v e. i t!)
but what is important to know is the things with hell happened (different from canon, notably no katherine as queen of hell) it's all cade and they failed to stop him so hellfire starts spreading and everyone is killed one by one. important thing to know now is last scene of this au is bonnie who just got killed with caroline arriving to see damon on the ground with bonnie in his arms (enzo and stefan already dead) and then she gets killed by cade. cade is about to kill damon with hellfire but before he gets burned he finds himself in front of emily who tells him he'll have a chance to start over because with cade winning, there is no balance anymore. with nothing left to lose damon accepts and emily sends him back to the past
so damon is thrown back during season 2, where everyone hates him and doesn't trust him at all, his last memories being caroline (with whom he developed an okay relationship) and bonnie (bestfriend and one of his favorite people) dying. he feels very disconnected (everyone is so young, only caroline is a vampire and even then she's a very baby vampire and bonnie hates him, his brother distrusts him) and there is a change in his behavior so obvious everyone notices and is very suspicious of it and it's too much for him. and then he remembers enzo is still a prisoner to augustine so damon leaves because he can't leave enzo to be tortured when he knows he's alive
bottom line, things happen with damon having memories from the previous timeline and with enzo present who is very disturbed by his friend because?!? fifty years alone and the man who abandoned him and left him to die suddenly comes back to free him, killing everyone on his way (he's still a bit convived this is a very elaborated hallucination) and then tells him he killed the woman he loved and he is acting so strange wtf? he's the one who was prisoner and alone and tortured for decades?? why damon looks worse than him?!
#absently alaric realizes that maybe the personal space thing is a damon thing#and enzo either simply doesn't care#or is just as bad#jeremy thinks alaric has too many opinions on denzo#vampire diaries#damon salvatore#enzo st. john#denzo#mystic falls gang#fic idea
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20 questions for fic writers
Thank you @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @liminalmemories21, and @orchidscript for tagging me! How did you know I love random questionaires about my fic writing. 😂
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
109! I celebrated hitting 100 recently (technically still celebrating, I suppose).
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,220,396. I had a goal to hit 1 million before the end of last year, and somehow I've written 220k since then???? Howmst?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
RWRB, TMFU, Loki
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (RWRB, E, 20k; couples therapy AU)
Nova, Baby (RWRB, E, 66k; spy AU)
Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, M, 7.8k; professors AU)
All the Old Showstoppers (RWRB, E, 20k; celebrity bake off AU)
Always Where I Need To Be (RWRB, T, 5.4k; roomates AU feat. David)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do but I am now horribly behind because y'all are so lovely and I am a little overwhelmed. I like to respond because people took the time to leave a comment and I want them to know how much that means to me (it's a lot. it means a LOT). I promised I WILL get to them eventually!!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Definitely Who's Gonna Love You (The Mandalorian), which is a no-comfort breakup angst fic. I wrote it after having my heart ripped out by reading two unhappy ending fics lmao. Have never gone back to the truly unhappy ending again. (I have done some bittersweet or ambiguous ending fics, but those don't reach this level.)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics have quite happy endings, but I don't think you can beat a fluffy ending at the end of a long fic. I often go for the chapter full of pure, tooth-rotting fluff (after tearing your heart out lmao). That means Nova, Baby, Love is a Losing Game, A Good Man Is Hard To Find, Amor Magnus Doctor Est... probably the most pure fluff at the end.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've had some here and there. One particular person who just kept coming back and I'm like just stop reading????
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do, but when it comes to one shots I'm probably more likely to leave it out. My smut always comes with plot and/or lots of feelings. I like writing it best as part of a larger story, actually.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I haven't for a while but I have two requests I need to fill. Previous crossovers have been The Mandalorian/Battlestar Galactica (because badass ladies named Cara/Kara), and The Mandalorian/The Witcher (because surly dudes with accidentally adopted children). Oh I guess my most recent was TMFU/Glass Onion (because Hugh Grant).
(If you're wondering what the requests are, it's TMFU/Loki and TMFU/RWRB.)
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yup! Four fics, all TMFU (three by the same person). I am always happy to grant permission!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I've got plans with @cricketnationrise.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Can't choose! I love all the ships I write for—that's why I can't stop.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't think I have one of these. I have one abandoned WIP that I've anon'd because I hate it lmao. Generally if I want to finish something, I will.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Plot (I unabashedly love many of my plot twists), action sequences, dialogue/banter, world building, characterization?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Although it should be straightforward because see: action, I feel like my smut is kind of lackluster. Sometimes I hit the notes just right and it really works, but other times I feel like people just get bored.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'm unlikely to do it unless I have a native speaker I can run it by (I have some wonderful Russian friends who have been vital for this for some TMFU fics).
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Xena: Warrior Princess
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I will scream about this one until the end of time, especially since it's relatively low kudos'd: the 60s chess AU, Love is a Losing Game. It's my most complete and well-structured novel, and I promise you don't need to know anything about TMFU to read it.
Tagging @cricketnationrise, @14carrotghoul, @inexplicablymine, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @three-drink-amy, @petrodobreva, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @leaves-of-laurelin, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @celaestis1, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @nicijones, @thetamehistorian, @jettestar, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @heytheredeann, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mirilyawrites, @dewdropreader and an open tag for anyone who wants to do it! (sorry if you get multiple tags on this one, tumblr was being a bitch)
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