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happy74827 · 8 months

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No Ordinary Life

[Sam Riordan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: The group had almost ran out of options on what to do with Sam, but Andre had decided there was still one more option to explore. And that option, was you. (GIF credits: @heronamedhawks)

WC: 1,179

Category: Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

We don’t know much about Sam as of right now, but I do know I would literally die for this boy. He and Emma really deserve the world, and they fr better have their happy ending (which seems impossible given the universe they live in, but one can hope). This definitely deserves a part 2, depending how well it goes, but for now enjoy the purity that is Sam.

Edit(2023): Hey I finally made the part 2, check it out here

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As Sam walked down the bustling halls of Godolkin, he couldn't help but feel like an outsider. All around him, kids with extraordinary powers, kids like him, were chatting, laughing, and walking to their classes. They were able to use their gifts freely and openly, and they were respected by others for it, but Sam didn't have that luxury. Honestly, he couldn’t remember a time that he did.

All he remembered was the woods, his brother, and the constant pain of being hunted.

His hand unconsciously traveled to top of his head, pulling the hoodie that Emma had lent over to him farther over his face as he tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible. It wasn't easy when the hallway was completely crowded by nosy students, but he did his best. That’s all he could really do.

Emma and Marie (as he found her name to be) were by his side, protecting him for the skewing eyes of others. For the most part it worked, except it drawn more attention to her due to that odd system that Emma had acknowledged him about. A rating, whatever that was.

It was cool to know that his brother had been ranked number one, though.

If Luke was still… No, don’t think about it, Sam.

He shook his head, ridding himself of that train of thought. There was no point in dwelling on the past, and thinking about his brother wouldn’t change anything. He was gone, and Sam was left alone.

His thoughts were interrupted by Jordan, who he was still slightly confused about. He? She? They? They seemed to have been good friends with his brother and they were friendly enough, so Sam didn’t really question the matter too much.

Plus, he kinda enjoyed the subtle sarcasm that Jordan would once in a while use. It made him feel like a kid back in school. So for that, Sam was thankful.

“Dude, this has got to be the stupidest thing we’ve ever done,” Jordan had said, turning to the guy walking besides them… Andre. Sam didn’t know what to make of him, or anyone really. He had always been so closed off from other people, that now it was almost a bit overwhelming.

But at least he had Emma, so he didn't have to worry about the social aspect too much.

Andre gave Jordan a sideways look, a small smirk on his face. He seemed pretty chill too.

“Listen, I don’t like this anymore than you do, Jordan,” Andre stated, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But with everything happening, and with Cate… this is our best option.”

“Yes, let’s bring the kid with a bounty over his head into the place where they’re all going to be looking for him. Great idea, Andre. Seriously, how did I not think of it first. Soooo smart of you, dude. Good job. I'm so glad we're friends, really I am.”

Jordan rolled their eyes, and Andre just looked away in annoyance. Then, to Sam’s dismay, an awkward silence fell over the group. Once again, Sam was struck by just how different his life was now. It was like he was suddenly thrown into another world, and he had no idea how to function in it. He was so far out of his comfort zone that he couldn’t even see the zone.

Sam glanced over to Emma, and saw her smiling encouragingly at him. He tried his best to return the gesture, but he felt like his face muscles were going to fall off if he forced them any longer.

After what seemed like hours, but really only a couple minutes, Andre halted in front of a random dorm room door, and turned to face the group. He sighed, his face set into a look of grim determination. Then, he knocked.

Three times, Sam counted. Three knocks.

The door opened almost immediately after, and the man who answered had to be the most handsome human being Sam had ever seen. He had short black hair, a sharp jaw, and a dazzling smile. It was actually kind of intimidating.

“Whadda’ want?” the man asked, his voice a rich baritone. Sam didn't know why, but it felt like the man was judging him. His eyes scanned over the group, lingering on Sam for just a second, before returning back to Andre.

Andre cleared his throat, a bit nervously, but he didn’t get a chance to speak as Jordan scoffed, shoving past the man and into the room. Emma followed, giving the man an apologetic look as she did. And thus, everyone followed, leaving the man alone and bewildered in the doorway.

Once everyone was settled inside, the man shut the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at Andre, his eyes burning holes through his head, but Sam didn’t pay any attention towards him anymore. All his eyes were on the strange girl in front of him, you.

You were sitting on the floor, legs crossed and a bored expression on your face. Your eyes were half lidded, and you seemed to be lost in your own little world. Andre had mentioned you, a little. Said that you were the person he had called earlier, that you would help them figure out what to do with Sam, and that you knew and could a lot of stuff. But he had never told them how gorgeous you were.

Your hair was down, and looked so soft that Sam just wanted to touch it, run his fingers through it, and feel the texture. You had a cute little button nose, and a round, chubby face that was just too adorable. And your eyes were so expressive, a mixture of colors that swirled and shone and sparkled in the light.

Andre had called your attention and you snapped out of it, blinking a few times before glancing up at him. It was then that you noticed the others, and you stared at them all, wide eyed and open mouthed, but that was quickly replaced with a smile.

“Hi, Andre! Wow, you must be Jordan… Marie… and Emma? Right? Oh, and you must be the kid Andre talked about, oh my gosh. It's so nice to finally meet you all. Sorry I didn’t say anything when you came in, I was just finishing up this thing for Kota. Oh, Kota! You're still here… hi. Wait, why are you all here? You weren’t supposed to be here until 2:00, and it's only-”

You looked down at the watch on your wrist, your eyes widening even more when you realized the time. You had been talking so fast that no one had been able to get a word in edgewise, but you had managed to finish what you had to say, and it was all so rushed that it was hard to keep up.

The only thing Sam could focus on was how despite all of that rambling and mumbling, you were still keeping that bright smile that never seemed to falter. A truly happy supe? He never thought it would exist. Even Emma, as sweet and pretty as she was, tended to falsify the smiles she had. Sam only saw her real one about three times. He cherished them, of course. Every single one.

You stood up, brushing yourself off and fixing your clothes, and walked over to them. Your hand was outstretched, and your smile was radiant. Sam could practically feel the happiness radiating off of you.

You looked so innocent, so sweet and pure. He could hardly believe that you were a supe, but the fact that they were all standing here said otherwise. You had power, and you knew how to use it.

Jordan and Marie seemed to have recovered from their daze, and the two shook your hand after Andre. Marie had even introduced herself, and it ended with you in giggles, telling her that you already had known her name.

Emma was next, and she had taken your hand immediately and shook it.

Then it was just him that was left.

He stood frozen, staring down at your outstretched hand. He could feel all the eyes in the room on him, and he just knew that his hood was starting to slip.

His instincts were yelling at him, screaming at him to run. To get out of there and stay far, far away from you. From everyone.

But he couldn’t.

So, instead of fleeing, he slowly, cautiously took your hand in his. It was small, warm, and fit perfectly.

You smiled again but this time it was strictly for him, because of him, and it made his heart beat just a bit faster.

He didn’t even realize it until your smile has widened, but he had pulled down his hood, letting you see his face. He didn't understand why he did, and a part of him wanted to pull the fabric right back over his face, but it was too late now.

The damage had been done.

Sam didn’t have a chance to scrape off the dried blood off his cheeks, another result of an accidental outburst, and he could feel your eyes rake over his face, taking in every single detail.

But it wasn’t judgmental, or critical.

No, there was something else in those swirling eyes of yours, and it was then that he noticed the little flecks of gold hidden in the sea of color.

Sam was a bit embarrassed, to say the least, and he tried to pull his hand away but your grip only tightened, and he didn't have the strength to resist. He felt your hand go up his arm, unraveling the hoodie that clung to him like a second skin.

The others didn’t seem to do anything as you pulled the material above his elbow.

Your eyes roamed over the scar that stretched across his forearm, and he knew what was coming before the words even left your mouth.

Sam couldn’t bring himself to look at you as you asked the dreaded question, and his eyes were glued to the floor.

It was Emma who answered, her voice barely a whisper.

Sam despised the pity in your tone. The last thing he wanted was to be pitied. He didn't need or want anyone's pity. He was fine. Everything was fine.

The silence shattered as you took a sharp breath, but Sam couldn't bring himself to look at you. Not when he knew the look of pity in your eyes.

You released his arm, the hoodie dropping to the ground, but Sam didn't even register it. He stood there, frozen, as you slowly reached out your hand towards his face.

"Before I do anything, I want to warn you so it doesn't scare you. Is that okay with you? I just... I want to make sure you're alright. But if you don't want me to touch you, I won't. I'll respect your boundaries. Just tell me, okay?"

Sam blinked, his head tilting upwards, his eyes wide with surprise. There was no pity in your eyes. No negativity or degradation. Only a gentle concern and kindness that he had only experienced in these past few days.

Your touch was tender, and he felt a warmth spread across his face. He couldn't bring himself to deny you. So he nodded, and a small smile appeared on your face. It was still a smile, but a different kind. One he had never seen from you before. And once again, that smile was meant just for him.

Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, capturing Sam's attention. He hadn't noticed before, but the entire room was filled with interconnected lights, forming a grid-like pattern. They began to glow, pulsating and shifting with each passing moment. The light danced across the walls, creating mesmerizing shapes.

Sam was captivated by the whole process. And then, the lights suddenly stopped, freezing in place. Sam expected them to return to their normal brightness, but they grew brighter and brighter. It was then that he noticed your hands. They were no longer touching him, but rather, they hovered above him, palms facing his face. A peculiar expression settled on your face.

Sam didn't know what it meant, but he didn't have time to wonder because, in an instant, your hands transformed into light. It wasn't like beams shooting out of your palms, but rather, golden particles that flowed around your body and traveled along the lights, intensifying their brightness. Patterns began to form and move.

Sam watched in awe as the shapes transformed into pictures and scenes. The colors melted and shifted together. Light filled the room, washing away the world around him, leaving only the vibrant colors, the images, and your face.

Your face, so close to his. The smile still adorned your lips, and your eyes shone like stars, the brightest things in the room. Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Reluctantly, he admitted that the light was beautiful, just like you.

It was the most extraordinary sight he had ever witnessed. It was as if the sun had exploded, its light spreading across the room. The colors danced along the walls, forming vivid images. Sam saw a field, a house, a family. He saw his old friends. He saw him. His brother, Luke.

Sam's face crumpled, and a sob escaped his throat. Tears blurred his vision, but they were absorbed by the light, vanishing as soon as they fell. You remained a silent observer, watching over him as the colors gradually faded, and the world returned.

The room was as bright as before, but everything was the same. Sam could still see the concern and worry etched on your face. You reached up to wipe away his tears, but this time he flinched back, and the contact never happened. Your hands fell to your sides.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your lips trembled, trying to hold back your emotions. But a tear escaped, rolling down your cheek. Andre cleared his throat, breaking the spell. Both you and Sam turned to face the others.

They were all watching, expressions of shock and confusion on their faces, except for Jordan, who wore a mask of indifference.

Andre and Emma stared at you, mouths agape, while Sam saw the tears in your eyes, the fear evident on your face.

Of what, he couldn’t tell. As of right now, there were so many things you could be scared of. With The Woods, being the thing that contains most of it all, It was hard to pinpoint one specific reason.

Then, just like before, Andre's voice cracked as he decided to interrupt Sam’s thoughts.

"What the hell was that?"

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chvoswxtch · 2 years

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tell me i'm wrong

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: you've been dancing around your feelings for matt murdock for over a year. what happens when he confronts you about it?

warnings: cursing, drinking, some fluff, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 7.5k

a/n: no one asked for this. this is purely me being a selfish slut for matt murdock. friendly reminder that if sexual content or smut makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip this! as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

I slipped the key into the lock and turned it quietly, quickly letting myself in and gently closing the door behind me. After twisting the lock back into place, I made my way down the entryway and turned the corner to head straight for the fridge. The light from inside was the only illumination coating the otherwise dark apartment apart from the quick flashes of light from the giant billboard outside the window of the living room. I let out a huff as I scanned my alcohol choices, standing up on my tiptoes to see if there were any better options on top of the fridge. No such luck. I was about to reach for one of the shitty beers inside when a voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing?”

I screamed as I spun around, slamming the refrigerator door shut with my back as I braced myself against it. I squinted my eyes to see the shadowy silhouette of a figure sitting on the couch. I ran a shaky hand over my face, attempting to get my breathing back under control.

“Jesus Christ, Matt. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“I realize that, smartass. I thought you’d be out..doing your..thing.”

“It’s still early.”

“I didn’t realize criminals followed the designated hours allotted for illegal activity.”

I could hear him snicker, and I just knew he had that stupid smirk on his face. I had known Matt Murdock for a little over a year after I started working as an assistant at his firm along with Karen. After a few high profile cases, they were getting more clients than they could keep track of and needed the extra help. Thus started my complicated relationship with Matt Murdock. Well, it wasn’t really complicated. I complicated it. I immediately developed a crush on him, and he was a flirty little shit that only made it worse. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was doing, or if he was doing it on purpose.

I had accidentally found out about his nighttime activities two months ago when I walked in on him changing out of his costume. He hadn’t shown up to the office that day, and Foggy kept insisting he was probably fine, just sick, but I couldn’t let it go. New York was a dangerous city, and Matt was blind. Or, so I thought. I had used my key he had given me for emergencies and let myself in, calls of his name dying on my tongue when I saw him standing in the middle of the living room with his helmet in his hands. Suddenly, everything kinda clicked. He was always running off at odd times, bailing on drinks after work, constantly not answering calls or texts, and there were always bruises and cuts popping up he would make simple excuses for.

We had both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. There were a million thoughts swirling around in my head. I honestly didn’t know if I was surprised or pissed. Panic was evident on his face as he approached me slowly, like he was terrified I would bolt if he moved too fast, and had both of his hands held up in front of him.

“I..I know how this looks.”

“It looks like you’re going to be late for court. Get dressed and move your ass, Murdock. I’ll deal with you later.”

For once Matt Murdock had been rendered speechless, and I took pride in that. That charming fucker always had something to say, always had to have the last word. Even though I had promised him we would talk later, I avoided him like my life depended on it. I didn’t show up to his place later that night. I ignored every single one of his calls and texts. I called in sick for two days. I wanted him to know how it felt, to worry, and to be on the other side of a broken promise. To have absolutely no idea what was going on. A piece of me felt betrayed. I know I didn’t have a right to feel that way. Matt was my boss, and sort of my friend, but he owed me nothing. Especially not a secret like that. But still, it stung. I felt like I had been lied to the entire time I had known him.

He had showed up at my apartment that second night I didn’t come to work, letting himself in through the window. I had a feeling he would. He wasn’t known for his patience. Although I must admit I was a little disappointed he didn’t show up in costume. I was on my third glass of wine and feeling brave, swirling the burgundy contents in my glass as I stared over at him.

“Tell me, how does a blind guy climb up a fire escape? Or are you even really blind?”

“I told you about my accident.”

“You did. But how am I supposed to determine what comes out of your mouth is true and what’s bullshit?”

“I..it’s complicated.”

“Then spell it out for me.”

Matt had finally given me the truth. He came clean about everything, about his heightened senses, about how he was trained as a kid, when he decided to become what he was. I still didn’t fully understand how he was able to do what he did, but I tried not to push it too far. In an odd way, it made things better between us. He didn’t lie anymore about what he was really up to, he promised to keep us updated on where he was going in case something went wrong, and he always promised to be careful. His suit and helmet may have been damn near indestructible, but he was still human underneath. While I knew he could handle himself, I had seen the video evidence, I still worried about him. And every night for the past two months, I found myself unable to fall asleep until I got the one message I had made him promise to send me every night.

I’m home.

“Are you just here for my beer?”

“I was hoping for something a little stronger, but I guess I’ll have to settle.”

“Wow, stealing from a blind guy. Have you no morals?”

“Hey, I was gonna leave a twenty on the counter.”

“How generous of you.”

“Do me a favor next time you do a beer run, get something good. Not this German shit. I’m talking Mexican Lager, maybe a little beer salt, some limes. Be considerate of those who raid your stash while you’re out making the world a better place.”

I twisted the top off the bottle and threw it into the trash, making my way over to sit down on the couch opposite the one Matt was sitting on. I could see him better from this spot. The light from the billboard made the red of his glasses almost glow. I rarely ever saw Matt not in his lawyer gear, or his other suit. It was refreshing to see him in a black tshirt, that looked like it had been dried one too many times, and a pair of dark gray sweatpants. He looked..cozy.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I feel like even if I say no, you’re going to anyway.”

Matt pursed his lips into a pout of contempt. I had been getting fed up with his teasing, so I decided to start dishing it right back. It was kinda fun to get him all riled up for a change.

“Go ahead.”

“You’ve been..oddly calm about all of this. I mean..even from the moment you found me in the suit. I was expecting you to-”

“Freak out?”

“Well, yeah. Or at the very least, lecture me. I got an earful from Foggy when he found out.”

Matt had sat up a little straighter, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands in front of him. There was a time when I thought I could shamelessly stare at him without fear of being caught damn near drooling. In the beginning, I did. I didn’t panic when he turned his head towards me, because I didn’t think he could see me. I didn’t think I was getting caught. Of course after Matt had told me the truth about his abilities, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole realizing that he had been aware the entire fucking time.

Letting out a sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair and took another sip from the beer.

“You’re a grown man, Matt. Nothing I say or do is going to change your mind. You’re going to do what you want regardless of what any of us say.”

“Yeah but..you’re the only one that’s a little..warmer to the idea. You’ve had no apprehensions about it, not once. You don’t think it’s wrong?”

“I’m not exactly the person you should be asking that.”

“Why not?”

“Because my moral compass isn’t exactly as straight as everyone else's.”

“I want to know what you really think. You’ve been holding back.”

“Does it matter?”

“It does to me.”

“Aren’t you Catholic? Shouldn’t you only worry about what God thinks?”

“He’s..a little hard to get a hold of sometimes.”

“She.”

Matt perked his head up, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth as he looked over at me incredulously.

“I thought you weren’t religious?”

“I’m not. But if there is a God, she’s a woman.”

“Fair enough.”

There was no easy way to get out of a conversation with Matt Murdock. Once he had his teeth sunk into something, there was no letting go. My choices were to give in and give him what he wanted, or deal with his relentless pestering until he got it. I let out another deep sigh as I leaned back into his stupid expensive comfy couch.

“I know there’s an idealistic part of you that thinks the system works. But I also know there’s a more realistic side of you that can acknowledge that often, it fails. If you didn’t feel that way, you wouldn’t be running around rooftops in your little red number every night. I don’t believe in absolutes. I don’t think there’s just good and evil, or black and white; there’s a lot of gray area. I guess..that’s where you come in.”

“So, you don’t think it’s wrong?”

“The short answer? No.”

“But you feel for them.”

“You forget I come from a family of criminals.”

“But you didn’t end up like them.”

“Because I chose not to. That doesn’t mean I’m not sympathetic. I got lucky. I made my own choice. Some of those people out there..feel like they don’t have one. So yeah, maybe you get them put away and they’re out in a week or a month, but that’s a week or a month they have time to make a choice of their own. And if they make the wrong one, then you’ll be there. Look, I don’t like that you’re out there every night putting your life, and your career, at risk. But I also get why you do it. There are those assholes who think they’re above the law because they pay the ones that enforce it to work in their favor. So if they lie under oath, it’s only fair they get to meet the Devil.”

“You worry about me?”

There was that signature, shit-eating grin on his face. God he was insufferable sometimes. I wanted to climb across this coffee table and smack it off, but he would probably have me pinned down before I had a chance. On second thought..might not be such a bad idea. I groaned in exasperation, finishing off the bottle in my hand.

“Yes, Matthew. I worry about you, alright? Sue me.”

“I know a good lawyer.”

“Oh fuck off. Look, can we save our Hallmark moment? Or do you feel the need to milk it for all it’s worth?”

Every single one of his stupid perfect white teeth were on display as he grinned widely at me, his broad shoulders moving slightly with every snicker that came from his chest. Matthew Murdock had to be the most infuriating man I had ever met. It was like he lived to tease and test my patience.

A comfortable silence washed over us after a while. My thumb lightly brushed over the label on the bottle as I stared out the window, thinking about what might be waiting out there for Matt tonight. No matter how much I didn’t want to, my mind always drifted to him. I was constantly thinking about him. My thoughts often wandered to the night he had told me the truth, about everything.

That night, realization dawned on me like the first sun after a long winter. He knew. He knew all along that I had been watching him, staring shamelessly. He always heard the way my heartbeat quickened whenever he entered the room, or was suddenly close to me. He could feel the rise in temperature in my cheeks from his lighthearted flirting. He knew..but never said anything. Never acted on it. After his confession, I crossed off the possibility that he had no idea what he was doing to me. Maybe it was really all a game to him.

“What is it?”

“Huh?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t know why you still bother trying to lie when you know I can tell when you are. Besides, I can practically hear the words buzzing in your head.”

“Okay, your hearing isn’t that good. And I’m gonna keep practicing my lying skills until one day even I can trick the human lie detector, Matthew Murdock.”

“Lie detectors actually don’t work very well. They’re kind of bullshit.”

Normally I wouldn’t concede in our banter so easily, but it was getting late and I was exhausted. I was also completely on edge knowing at any second, Matt was going to subject himself to the violent dangers of Hell’s Kitchen leaving me a mess of anxiety waiting on that one message that would finally put me at ease.

“Come on, talk to me. I still got some time to kill. Tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours.”

I racked my brain for anything I could use along the lines of what was running through my head without completely giving myself away. I curled up into the side of his couch, resting my hand on my palm as I looked over at him.

“What..what do you see, exactly? I know you kind of explained it to me..but I’m just curious. I mean is it like..sonar? Shadows or shapes? White noise?”

“It’s more like..a world on fire.”

“Well that sounds..pleasant.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why do you ask?”

Shit. I tapped my nail lightly against the side of the bottle, shrugging my shoulders a bit now that I knew he could tell when I did that.

“I’m just..trying to understand. Foggy..um..he always says that you always know when girls are pretty so..I guess I was just wondering what you saw. When you look at people, I mean. You can..see them.”

“Short answer, yes. In my own way, I can tell what people look like.”

Maybe that was it. Maybe he could see me, and wasn’t impressed. Maybe he didn’t think I was as pretty as all his other girlfriends and that’s why he never said anything. Leave it to me to not even be a blind guy’s “type”. It certainly wasn’t because we worked together. That didn’t stop him and Karen, which was a painfully awkward conversation to have with her once she found out about my infatuation with him.

“I know that you’re pretty.”

My head snapped in Matt’s direction and I expected to see his usual stupid smirk coating his lips, but he was just smiling. A real, genuine smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Was this a trick?

“What?”

“I said I think you’re pretty.”

“Oh..Foggy tell you that? You know you can’t trust his judgment after tequila.”

The smile on his mouth only stretched further as he shook his head slowly, bracing his palms on his knees.

“No, I can tell for myself.”

I didn’t know what to say. Matt had never called me pretty before. He flirted with me like it was his own personal mission from God, but I never thought he actually found me attractive. I didn’t know he could. I promptly became self conscious of the fact that I was wearing a flimsy tank top with a cropped zip up hoodie and a pair of leggings that had small holes forming on the inner thighs where they had been worn down. I didn’t think he was going to be here, so I didn’t bother with changing. I had never had a reason to be self conscious about my appearance with Matt before. But now I knew that he could see me, and thought that I was pretty.

“Does that bother you?”

“What?”

Matt rose from his spot on the couch, taking careful steps around the coffee table until he could take his place right beside me. If he moved even a centimeter closer, his knee would brush against mine.

“Does it bother you that I think you’re pretty?”

“Oh..um..n-no. But..you knew that already..right?”

“I wanted to hear you say it.”

Matt was closer in proximity than he ever had been before, and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. I had to stop myself from leaning in to nuzzle his neck. His large hands were braced against his thighs, as if he was waiting for something. I loved Matt’s hands. I knew what they were capable of, but I wanted to know what they could do to me.

“How does it make you feel?”

“What?”

“That I think you’re pretty. How does it make you feel?”

“Matt-”

“Don’t be shy, Y/N. Be a good girl and tell me how it makes you feel.”

Good girl. Those two words went straight to my core and caused me to press my thighs together tightly, which did not go unnoticed by Matt. He noticed fucking everything. His eyebrows rose slightly above his crimson colored glasses, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, did you like that?”

I didn’t know if my frustration was purely sexual or just due to Matt being a cocky son of a bitch but I couldn’t stand to be around him for another second. I hadn’t eaten since lunch so I was pathetically buzzed off of one beer, further intoxicated by the scent of his cologne that had weaved its way through my lungs, and internally begging to hear more filthy words fall from his graceful lips in that dangerously low voice. As much as my body was screaming for his touch, my brain reminded me just how much he pissed me off. I slammed my empty bottle on the table as I stood.

“I am so fucking over your little games, Murdock.”

Matt’s hand darted out in a flash to grip onto my wrist, not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough to let me know I wasn’t leaving. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked down at him and swallowed thickly. There was a somewhat pained look on his face and his jaw clenched slightly.

“Don’t. It’s not a game.”

Without warning, he pulled me down onto his lap with an ease that caused a sharp gasp to fall from my lips at just how strong he was. His arm snaked around my back, trapping me against his firm chest so that our faces were merely an inch apart. I flattened my palms against his chest, not like I could push him away even if I really tried. I could feel his warm breath fanning over my lips.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that I read this all completely wrong, and you can walk out that door, and we can pretend that this never happened. I won’t bring it up again, I swear. But if you do want this..God, I need to know.”

My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears it was deafening. I wondered what it must sound like to him. To me, it must have resembled a hummingbird fluttering around in a cage. But for Matt, it had to be far more intense, like a marching band plowing right through my ribcage. I reached up with trembling hands, grabbing onto the sides of Matt’s glasses and gently pulled them off of his face.

I always thought Matt’s eyes were beautiful. There were swirls of deep caramel intermingled with honey golden embers and splashed with tiny flecks of jade. He brought his other hand down to rest on my waist, his thumb pressing light circles against my hip bone through the fabric of my leggings. God did I want to kiss him. I wanted to throw caution to the wind, bite the bullet and finally get what I had been craving since that first day.

But fear crept into the back of my mind and turned my blood cold. What did this mean? What would it change? Would I be just another shiny new toy that Matt would discard in a month once he got bored? I didn’t think I had the grace to carry on with business as usual like Karen had. This would change everything for me. There would be an entirely different rendition of “normal” if we crossed this line, and I had no idea what it meant to Matt.

“Let it go for tonight.”

“Let what go?”

“Everything you’re worrying about right now. I promise whatever happens, you and I will work it out together tomorrow morning. Line by line.”

“Matt..”

“Tell me you want this, Y/N.”

“You can hear my heart.”

“I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it. Please.”

My mind was swimming with curiosities and consequences. I could give in. I could relinquish complete control and finally get to have Matt Murdock like I had been dreaming about since we first met. And even if the flame burns out too quickly for my liking, at least I’ll always be able to remember this night. And if I don’t, I could spend the rest of my life wondering what I had missed out on. Agonizing if I had made a mistake. Which was worse? To have a little taste, or nothing at all?

“I..I want this. I want you, Matt.”

In an instant his lips were crashing onto mine, grabbing onto the back of my neck to pull me impossibly closer. Our teeth and tongues thrashed together with insatiable hunger. Matt’s kisses were rough and needy and it lit a blaze within me. I had never wanted someone so badly. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head to the side, granting himself full access to my neck. He left a burning trail of kisses down my neck and I whined when I felt his teeth sink into the juncture above my collarbone.

“Your scent drives me fucking crazy. Ever since you first stepped into the office..it was everywhere. It still fucking is. Doesn’t matter how many times I wash my clothes, how long it’s been since you’ve been in the office, or my apartment, your fucking scent is everywhere..and it goes straight to my cock. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to excuse myself to go fuck my hand in the bathroom like a horny fucking teenager because of you?”

“M-Matt..”

His fingers swiftly tugged at the zipper of my hoodie, shoving it down my shoulders and throwing it across the floor. He gripped the top of my tank top and ripped it completely in half like a piece of paper, carelessly discarding the scraps. A gasp of surprise left me but was completely cut off by a loud moan when Matt pulled me roughly down onto his lap.

“Can you feel that? Can you feel what you fucking do to me?”

I could feel the entire outline of Matt’s hardened bulge as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down even harder against him. I let my head fall back and moaned wantonly at the feeling of his hard on rubbing against me right where I wanted him. I was surprised he had actually unclasped my bra instead of ripping it off with all of my other clothing. My nipples instantly peaked from the rush of cool air and goosebumps littered my naked skin. My mouth hung open at the contrast of Matt’s warm large hands fondling my breasts, squeezing them roughly. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, alternating between sucking and biting down on the sensitive flesh. He splayed one of his large hands flat against my back, keeping me in place so I couldn’t escape the delicious torture.

“I can fucking smell your arousal. I can smell how fucking soaked you are right now. Fuck..I can’t wait to tear you apart.”

I whined as I gripped at the collar of his shirt, giving it a light tug hoping he would get the hint. As he pulled his shirt off his head, I took the opportunity to rush forward and drag my tongue along the sharp outline of his jaw, nipping at the skin under his ear. He grunted as he suddenly shot up with me in his arms, turning slightly to drop me onto my back on the couch as he ripped my leggings down my thighs. I gulped as I watched him shove his sweats down, climbing onto the couch on his knees in front of me. He flashed me a devilish grin before sounds of seams ripping and tearing filled the ear. My mouth hung open in shock as I stared at the remnant shreds of my panties in his hand.

“Matt-”

Before I could register what was happening, he placed one of his large hands over my mouth and shoved two of his fingers into my soaking pussy. I whined against his hand, staring up at him above me with wide eyes.

“Shh, you’re gonna be a good girl for me, aren’t you? Gonna let me take what I want? Gonna let me use you like my own little whore, yeah?”

A fresh wave of arousal flooded between my thighs. The sweet, charming Matt Murdock was long gone. The devil had come out to play.

Matt wasted no time settling between my thighs, diving face first into my pussy like a man starved. I cried out in pleasure as he bit down on my clit, soothing it with his tongue before sucking on the sensitive nub without remorse. His beard burned as it rubbed against my thighs, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. One of his hands clamped down on my thigh to keep it spread and he locked my hips down in place with his arm so I couldn’t move at all. All I could do was lie there and take it as he took what he wanted. As he worked me over with his tongue, his fingers explored deep inside of me, curling up upon exit every now and then and brushing against that special spot. I wasn’t going to last.

“Matt..M-Matt fuck..I..I’m g-”

I nearly cried when he roughly retracted his fingers and removed his mouth. I shot up instantly to reach out for him, face contorted in annoyance and ready to protest. His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to get me to stay still. A warning. I grabbed onto his wrist with both of my hands. My entire body felt like it was on fire. His lips were red and swollen, and coated with my wetness that was dripping down his chin. The smirk on his lips grew more wicked by the second.

“I didn’t say you could come. You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock, understand? You have to earn it. You have to prove to me that you’re a good girl, and beg for it. If I even think you’re going to come without permission, I will tie you up and leave you here all fucking night. Tell me you understand.”

“I..I u-understand.”

“Good.”

I sucked in a deep breath when Matt let go of my neck. His large hands gripped my hips savagely and he flipped me over without hesitation onto my stomach. He shoved his knee in between my thighs to spread them apart, pulling me up onto my knees so that my ass was straight up in the air. I whined loudly when I felt the sting of his palm slapping harshly against my ass. I didn’t have to turn around to know there would be a perfect outline of his hand. I could hear the rustling of clothing behind me as he shoved his briefs down his muscular thighs.

“Give me your hands.”

I swallowed thickly as I turned my head slightly so that my face was flush against the cushion of the couch, reaching my hands behind my back. Matt took both of my wrists into one of his hands, holding them firmly against my back. I surged forward and cried out when he abruptly shoved the head of his cock into my needy pussy. He didn’t give me time to adjust and before I knew it I could feel his hips against my ass as he fully sheathed himself inside me. I heard a guttural groan rip through his chest behind me and it went straight to my core.

“Fuck..you’re even fucking tighter than I thought you’d be. Gripping my cock so fucking good.”

Matt’s thrusts were rigorous and unrelenting as he pounded into me. My body surged forward with every powerful snap of his hips. I had never been fucked like this before. My head was spinning and it was becoming more and more difficult to stay up on my knees with the pace Matt was fucking me at. I felt him grab a large fistful of my hair, yanking me backwards so that my back was arched even more. I moaned sharply at the new angle that allowed him to drive deeper inside of me. He was so big and thick, and it burned delectably everytime he pushed in further.

“M-Matt..please..please I-I can’t..”

“Gonna come already? Don’t be a greedy slut. I’m not done yet.”

“I c-can’t..c-can’t hold it..”

“You better fucking find a way to hold it.”

I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t think I could handle it if he stopped. I needed him. I dug my nails so hard into my palms I thought they would bleed. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying my hardest not to combust. I clenched my pussy around his length which earned a luscious groan from deep within his chest.

“Fuck angel..you want it that bad, don’t you? Want me to fill this pretty little cunt up?”

“Yes, yes, yes..please..please-fuck..”

Matt let go of my hair and moved his hand between my thighs, beginning to rub his fingers over my clit at a brutal pace. I jerked back against him and nearly screamed at the contact, feeling that band within me dangerously close to snapping.

“Go ahead, angel. Come for me. Let go, and don’t you fucking hold back. I want it all.”

My thighs shook as my orgasm hit me like a tsunami, leaving my body a convulsing mess against him. I moaned his name over and over like a prayer, grinding my ass back against him as I tried to survive the aftershocks. Matt moaned loudly as he spilled inside of me with a vengeance, leaning forward over my back to clamp his teeth down on my shoulder. I whimpered softly as I felt his tongue brush over the spot to soothe the pain.

I cried out again when I felt his length slip out of me, only to be replaced by his fingers as he cupped my pussy, keeping his release inside of me. His hot breath fanned over my ear as he nipped at it, speaking lowly in a gravely tone.

“Don’t think I’m fucking done with you yet.”

I whimpered at his words and nearly fell apart all over again. It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. Matt maneuvered me back onto his lap, spreading my thighs on the opposite sides of his. As fast as he withdrew his fingers from me, he was pulling me down onto his half hard cock until he bottomed out inside of me. My mouth hung wide open and I wanted to scream at the sensation, but I couldn’t speak. I could feel him everywhere. I had never felt so full and so whole.

“You gotta earn this one, angel. Show me how good of a girl you can be.”

Matt wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, caging me against his chest once again. My thighs burned and felt like jelly, I wasn’t even sure if I could move. I didn’t know if it was my own desire or my need to please Matt, but somehow I found my strength. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders for support, beginning to rock my hips back and forth slowly. I whined from the sensitivity, leaning in to bury my face into the crook of his neck.

“That’s it..just like that. Look so pretty when you’re taking my cock, angel.”

The embers had been reignited and the fire began to grow within my belly once more. I took the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck, sucking softly at the nape of it. The breathy little moans that left his lips only spurred me on further. I bit down gently on his neck and heard him hiss, roughly digging his fingertips into the flesh of my hips. I couldn’t wait to see the marks he had left on me tomorrow. I wanted to make one of my own.

I sucked aggressively at the skin just above his collarbone, testing my luck as I bit down harder than I had before. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my throat again, bringing our faces closer together as the corner of his lips curled up in a snarl.

“Did I say you get to fucking tease?”

“N-no..I’m sorry..”

“Then what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I..I just wanted..wanted t-to make you f-feel good too..”

“You wanna make me feel good? Ride my fucking cock.”

Matt smacked his hand against my ass sharply, earning another loud moan from me. His grip on my waist tightened as he leaned back against the cushions to stare at me. I bit down on my lip hard, starting to move my hips in slow figure eights. I was trying so hard to keep a steady pace, but I couldn’t focus. My body felt weak and my brain was erratic from how turned on I was. Matt’s patience wore thin as he held me steady and began to snap his hips up into mine repeatedly, causing me to bounce on his cock at an unforgiving pace. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, digging my nails into his shoulder as I held on.

“Oh fuck..fuck fuck fuck..fuck Matt!”

The apartment was filled with sounds of his thighs slapping against my ass, his cock pistoning inside of my gushing pussy, and the violent growls that rang from his throat. I felt like he might actually tear me apart, and God what a way to fucking go. I grabbed onto the back of his neck tightly, pressing my forehead against his as I moaned even louder. I was gonna break.

“M-Matt..I..I..”

“Come. Come all over my fucking cock, angel. Let me have it.”

I crushed my chest against his, holding onto him as tightly as I could as my second orgasm tore through my body with retribution. I was a screaming, incoherent mess as wave after wave of pleasure racked through me. I could feel Matt’s hips stutter slightly as he came with a loud grunt, coating my walls with ropes of warmth once again. My heart pounded violently in my chest and I struggled to take in oxygen. I was shaking in Matt’s arms as he held me, nearly on the verge of tears. I had never felt so good.

Matt gently ran his fingers through my hair, brushing it out of my face as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head. He lightly trailed his fingertips up and down my spine slowly, brushing his nose along the curve of my jaw until his lips were on mine. His kisses continued along my neck as he whispered softly in my ear.

“Can you give me one more baby?”

I started to panic. I didn’t know if I could physically or mentally take one more. I whimpered as I hid my face in Matt’s neck, tightening my grip on his back.

“Matt..I don’t-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ll help you. Just one more for me, baby. You can do it, I know you can.”

Matt slowly lifted us off the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around me and his length still settled inside of me as he carried me into his bedroom and laid me down gently on the bed. He kept himself inside of me the entire time. I panted softly as I looked up at him. He placed his hands on either side of my head, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned down to brush our noses together.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

He gently pulled my legs up to wrap around his waist, taking one of my hands and intertwining our fingers together as he held it by my head. The way he was looking at me made butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I felt my heart squeeze in my chest. The devil had his fun, now my sweet, charming Matt Murdock was back. He kissed me gingerly as he began to lazily move our hips together.

My entire body felt like a live wire and every time our hips connected it sent a jolt of electricity through me that made me wanna scream. It just felt so good. I couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down my cheeks or the sobs of pleasure that sounded from my lips. Matt pressed his forehead against mine as he lightly brushed the tears away with his thumb.

“I know baby..I know. I feel it too. I’ve wanted this for so long Y/N..wanted you for so long. God, you have no idea. You belong with me, Y/N.”

I didn’t trust myself to speak. I didn’t know if I could tell you my own fucking name if you had asked right then. The only thing I could focus on was Matt and how perfectly we fit. I squeezed his hand tightly, feeling myself being brought closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. Matt leaned in to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. I reveled in the feeling of his body weight on top of me. It felt right. I felt safe.

“Matt..”

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well for me..so so well. I’m so proud of you, angel. Just a little longer baby, I’m almost there. Can you hold on for me just a little longer? Gonna make you feel so good baby, I promise.”

I could hardly hear Matt’s saccharine voice as my third orgasm of the night was steadily approaching. Matt gripped onto the sheets beside my head and sped his pace up just a bit. I didn’t have time to warn him, but he knew. He could feel it. He gently grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine, his voice shaking as he spoke.

“Let go baby, let it all go. I’m right here. I’m right here..I got you. I’m right here, angel.”

My vision became fuzzy, somewhat resembling the inside of a kaleidoscope, and I thought I was going to black out. It was like a bomb inside me had exploded, sending fragments flying that left me shaking uncontrollably. Euphoria rushed over me in unrelenting phases, and it felt like I was free falling throughout space. Matt Murdock had completely ruined me. It took several minutes before I came back down into coherency.

As my vision came back into focus, I could see Matt still hovering above me. He was lightly brushing his thumb across my cheekbone in a loving gesture, a small smile languidly forming on his lips.

“There you are. I missed you.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, turning my head to lean further into Matt’s touch. I was still trying to regain my bearings as I breathed heavily. Matt leaned down to press gentle kisses to my forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. He slid his length out me as carefully as he could, but even just the brush of his pubic hair against my overstimulated clit sent another jolt through me and tears pricked at the corner of my eyes again. I whimpered as I could feel a rush of warmth between my thighs where his three rounds of release had begun to spill.

“I’m sorry, angel. I know. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get you some water.”

I couldn’t move. It felt like there were invisible cinder blocks all over my body holding me down. No one had ever made me come like that, let alone three times in a row. Matt emerged a moment later with his briefs slung low on his hips, a glass of water and a small towel in hand. He sat down beside me, weaving his arm around my back to hold me up against his chest as he brought the glass to my lips.

“Here, baby. Drink as much as you can.”

Once he was satisfied with my water intake, he began to cautiously clean me up with the warm towel. I gripped onto his arm when he touched me where I was sensitive, to which he kissed my temple as a silent apology. He hooked his arms under my knees and back, shifting me over onto the part of the bed that wasn’t drenched with our release. As he laid down beside me, he carefully swung my leg over his waist and held me tightly against his chest.

I could finally hear his heartbeat for once with my head on his chest. It was fast, but steady and strong. I lightly traced my fingertips along the scars that covered his skin. The action quickly sobered me up as I glanced out the window, wondering how late it was.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you..still going out?”

“No. I used all my fighting bad guy energy to fuck you senseless.”

I immediately blushed and hid my face into his neck, lightly slapping at his chest.

“Matthew!”

“What?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. That was what had started all of this. Those little words had jumpstarted the best night of my entire life. But I couldn’t stop myself from letting my mind wander about how long this night would actually last. His words from earlier echoed loudly in my mind. You belong with me, Y/N.

“Did you mean it?”

“When I said you’re beautiful?”

“No..when you said..I belong with you.”

Matt turned his head slightly so that he was facing me, cupping my cheek in his large hand while his thumb lightly ghosted over my bottom lip.

“I meant it.”

There were so many questions I had, I couldn’t keep track. How was this going to work? How could it work? What if it ended badly? What if something happened to Matt? I was completely exhausted both physically and mentally, and every question that popped into my head only made me feel more lightheaded. I knew Matt could hear my heartbeat going frantic again when he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Hey, I told you. We’ll figure it out in the morning. Together. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“Get some rest, angel. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I had no idea what tomorrow morning would bring, but at least I could take comfort in knowing that I was waking up in Matt’s arms. We would figure it out, together, line by line. And oh, it was definitely fucking better to have a little taste than nothing at all.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fic #daredevil #daredevil smut #daredevil fic #foggy nelson #karen page

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faebaex · 2 years

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comfort request !! as i was watering my (35+) plant collection today i realized that 90% of them have mites and there’s no way to save them (including very sentimental and expensive ones ;-;)

this may seem a bit silly but i straight up sobbed over the loss for awhile.. could i possibly get some short comfort hc’s with malleus and jade ? (written for a gn insert, doesn’t have to be romance :’))

- 🌱anon

Comfort Headcanons

author note: oh no I'm so sorry ;-; it's not silly at all, that must have been absolutely devastating to discover! As soon as I read this, I knew I needed to break my accidentally, lack of internet induced hiatus to try and help -deep breath- bring out the boys!! (⁠╯⁠ರ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠ರ⁠)⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

characters: Malleus Draconia x gn!reader, Jade Leech x gn!reader

Malleus Draconia

Himbo dragon man

Okay so bare with him bc he is a little dense but as soon as he finds out you're upset, he is THERE. Like appear out of nowhere kinda there. Will probably make you jump a little ngl

Suddenly warmth will envelop you as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest

"My dearest, what has happened?"

If you don't answer, he'll cup your face and tilt your head until you are looking at him. His expression is so tender it'll be hard not to melt into him tbh

Possessive dragon instincts make him want to crush whatever has made you feel this way, no matter how small. But he knows that's not always appropriate. May hold you a little tighter though

He will get you whatever you desire if there's a chance it'll make you feel better. Boons for days. Pick your poison! You may even need to rein him in a little, actually. To him, it doesn't matter if it's impractical as long as you are smiling again

You will spend the rest of the day wrapped in his arms either way. Cuddling you, playing with your hair, telling you stories. He's not the best experienced with physical affection so it will seem a little clumsy and odd in places but he's really trying his best

He will wait on you hand and foot. Want a beverage of some sort? He shall prepare it for you, don't move. A snack? He will source it for you. A chore needs doing? He's already taken care of it, worry not.

May even low-key be a bit suffocating, but he's receptive if you tell him he needs to tone it down a little. This is all new to him after all.

Jade Leech

This bastard (affectionate)

Likely to stumble upon you upset on accident tbh. Like he's just finished his shift at the Monstro Lounge and returns to his room only to walk in on you upset.

Will immediately close the door to ensure your privacy. Thankfully Floyd is still on shift otherwise he'd probably try to squeeze you

He will sit beside you and take hold of your hand, caressing it patiently

"Would you like to talk about it, seashell?"

He doesn't mind if you don't want to tell him, he'll focus all his attention on you either way

He can always go sleuthing later, after all

Your problems/woes magically solved themselves? How convenient!

He'll patiently list off some options for you - would you like to go to the Monstro Lounge for a meal on Azul's tab? Or perhaps you'd like him to cook for you instead? Maybe a movie with some of your favourite snacks?

Whatever your choice, he'll pop his hat gently upon your head and set about to action your request

Jade's physical comfort is more discreet. He's not the type to pull you into his lap. Instead, he just gradually edges closer and closer to you without you even noticing

One moment your eyes are on the screen and then suddenly you and Jade's arms are touching. Then suddenly you're leaning into him. Then his arm is around your waist and that signature smug sharp toothed grin is hugging the curve of your ear as he rests his cheek against your head. He knows what he's doing

All of his affection is soft and unassuming. He’s arguably the more dangerous and the one you should be wary of the most of the Leech twins but once he lets you past that cold, exterior barrier, he is so gentle and attentive that your mind would spin.

His demeanour is also much softer with someone he’s actively pursuing, which is something only you are privy too, so handle with care.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst malleus #twst jade #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #jade x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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an-android-in-a-tutu · 1 year

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Listen, you can come up with any number of things Dean might have done offscreen to help cas and prevent him from being homeless, no evidence against it, or like in some cases, directly contradicting what we see on screen, sure whatever. I actually think it makes more sense if Dean gave Cas enough to keep him afloat for a while, because like while you and I can agree that sleeping on the floor of a gas station isn't great, it's a fuckin monumental achievement for a guy who has literally nothing to his name and no experience with human society. It honestly makes more sense if he got some help.

Sure, fine.

Doesn't change the fact that he got turned out of the warded bunker where his well equipped hunter friends lived when there are angels hunting him down to kill him.

Like Cas died that episode. He only survived because Sam and Dean showed up for a last minute save and Gadreel healed him. Whatever reason Dean gives him in the moment, and however understandable his justification after the fact, he is choosing, explicitly, to let Cas face this alone, to risk Cas dying because of it.

And whatever, you know. It's a terrible choice on the guys being forced to make terrible choices show. Risk your friend's life to prevent your brother from almost certainly dying. The whole point is not being able to find a solution that saves everybody and we can work around the writers kinda doing a shit job at closing off other options.

But to pretend that that isn't going to have a long term effect on Dean and Cas' relationship is like. Ridiculous. For one thing, fucking up the relationships is half the point of forcing a character to make a choice like this. Cas probably spent months thinking that just the inconvenience or potential threat he posed by staying was enough to make helping him not worth it, and that doesnt just evaporate when he finds out the real reason. And yeah, Cas' survival odds were probably better than Sam's in that moment, but the choice was still: which of your loved ones are you gonna save? And Dean didn't choose Cas.

I'm sure he understands and accepts that, but not having it affect the way he sees their relationship would be even worse writing than having Dean do it to him in the first place.

#spn #supernatural #how do we all forget about the murderous angels #that killed Cas in the same episode where he gets turned out

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karume-everything-else · 11 months

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𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊 (𝙼𝙿𝟷𝟶𝟶) 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛'𝚜" 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙵 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 🤔

I just typically don't mention gender or describe Reader if it doesn't affect the story... it's just part of my writing style, though that can be fixed.

Today was going to be very strange, both of the tennis teams were practicing together with the fitness club. The fitness club wanted to join just to get some cardio in for the day, but the tennis teams had games over the weekend. This much practice was a good thing, but Momozo was having a hard time pushing everyone else's thoughts.

Knowing what the other person was going to do ahead of time was nice, but the fitness club had such wild thoughts. It really threw him off his game. Especially when his own girlfriend was so close.

Being around so many bulky guys, and the boy's tennis team had you feeling a little nervous. While you mostly played singles matches, doubles were the most efficient way to practice this afternoon. Unfortunately, that also meant merging with the boy's team for you.

On the bright side, you were paired with Momozo. Which didn't help the usually calm dude in the slightest.

The one mind he couldn't read clearly, even with his advanced psychokinesis. It was a huge part of why he liked you so much to begin with. Actually being able to enjoy quiet time with you instead of having to mentally yell at you.

Though, his mental projection worked too well for his taste. At least when it came to you.

Having seen you walk up to him like that and just quietly ask if he thought you were cute, just out of the blue in the middle of recess. It had him shaking and asking if you had psychic powers too.

Thankfully, and oddly, you didn't. But that still meant you had a strange mental block that prevented him from reading your mind while simultaneously hearing his thoughts loud and clear. No one had any kind of explanation for it, that's just the way things were.

Sitting on the bench, Momozo wasn't fully prepared to hear someone ask about you. Much less Mob.

"Hey, so... how is it that you and that girl work so well together?" Mob fidgeted with the end of the school's racket, "Are you using your powers for that?"

Momozo scratched the back of his head, "Well... yes and no. She, uh... I can't read her thoughts too clearly but she can hear my thoughts even when I'm not forcibly projecting them. Its kinda weird and not intentional. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought it was odd. Since the tennis teams are split and all, its really cool how in sync you are." Mob looked right at you, thinking about something else, "That and I've seen you two around the school. Is she nice?"

He could only nod, "Yeah, she's very nice. And funny."

Mob just barely raised an eyebrow at Momozo, "Are you two good friends then?"

"We're dating. Actually."

"Oh. That makes more sense than."

You walked back over from the vending machine. Knowing that you wouldn't get any more practice in until everyone on the tennis team had a turn. Which only left the bowl-cut boy Momozo was talking to and you didn't know who he would practice against. Not when everyone else in the fitness club paired off.

Unless he was going to switch in at some point. That was always an option. Until then, the three of you would just sit and make small talk with the rest of the tennis team and fitness club. Though most the people on the bench were boys who you didn't k ow very well at all.

Keeping to yourself and your hobbies like this was really making a dip in your social life, but Momozo was already making plans to go on a hike after the season ended. Maybe you'd see about tagging along, make a few more friends yourself.

#x reader #ask #mob psycho 100 #momozo takenaka #mob psycho momozo takenaka #momozo takenaka x reader #lumaniii

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janiedean · 10 months

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Hallmark-inspired J/B AU crack because... well, it's been a while since the last AU crack and tbh I was kinda starting to miss it! And also, I recently ended up rewatching this silly comedy from 2012 called Undercover Bridesmaid.

So, the movie is about this tall, blonde bodyguard from a private security agency. Some rich Texan businessman hires her because his daughter, who's about to get married, has been getting death threats from an anonymous harasser and will most likely make herself an easy target during the ceremony. The daughter is a ditzy airhead chasing dreams of romance and a perfect wedding and won't take the threats as anything but a joke in poor taste, so calling off the whole thing for now is not an option, and neither is having a bunch of big menacing guys in suits shadow her every movement on her big day... so the rich Texan has no choice but to hire the one female bodyguard the firm can offer and task her to befriend his daughter so she'll want her as one of her bridesmaids, allowing her to do her job without being noticed.

Which actually does happen, to the point the Texan's daughter actually starts to consider the bodyguard a dear friend, and even the bodyguard, a very strict and closed-off type, starts warming up to her. She also starts to warm up to one of the groom's friends, though, which is a problem because she can tell he's hiding a secret and that makes him a possible suspect...

Ofc, there's lots of shenanigans, including the obvious "woman who's not very girly at all and is very serious and tough gets stuck with a bunch of other women who love all things girly, mushy, and romantic" humor and "everyone is hiding a secret but no, nothing to do with the death threats" subplots. And ofc, the bodyguard has a tragic backstory where she was left at the altar by a shitty boyfriend so now she hates all weddings...

Eventually, things come to a head on the wedding day, when the groom's friend decides to confess his feelings to the bodyguard while also coming clean about his secret (he isn't some rich law graduate like he's been telling everyone, he's actually still doing a bunch of odd jobs to hopefully earn enough to start studying law some day soon)... but to hear him out, the bodyguard forgets her duty for a moment and lets him draw her away from the bride and her friends, and that's when someone tries to shoot the bride.

She runs back in time to prevent anyone from actually getting hurt, but the rich Texan is beside himself with rage and fear and starts berating her in front of everyone for walking off with some guy instead of doing her job, blowing her cover, firing her and telling her she'll replace her with one of her other colleagues (and to hell with "perfect wedding" appearances), and demanding to know if she's made any progress in finding out who's trying to harm his daughter all at the same time. The bride feels hurt because she thinks her new friend was only pretending to like her as part of her job, the groom's friend is hurt because he told her a secret he felt ashamed about when she was hiding from him that she was on the lookout for a whole assassination attempt, and... pressured by the rich Texan and unable to explain herself in the ensuing chaos, the bodyguard lets slip that she briefly suspected the groom himself but apparently his secret was just that he was slinking away with some other woman. Only to eventually resist the temptation out his genuine love for the bride, sure, but again... angry shouty fathers and people going "wait, you're a bodyguard!?" everywhere and words not coming out like they should.

Dejected and feeling like she's failed on all fronts, the bodyguard still sends the bride a video showing the groom not actually doing anything with the other woman. After receiving it, the bride forgives him and doesn't call the wedding off, just postpones it, but when she tries to call the bodyguard (presumably to say something like "I'm sorry I reacted so badly, I hope we actually are friends, will you please come to the wedding anyway?") she doesn't even pick up.

So the groom's friend figures out what's going on and goes to visit her at her firm, where's training in some kind of gym room, and there's an actually quite sweet scene where he puts on boxing (?) gloves and lets her punch them again and again to finish exercising (and probably also to vent, she needs it) while he tells that he should have understood right away that she was only hiding stuff from him out of necessity, that nothing's changed between them, and that she should let herself free to feel and to care for and be cared for by other people instead of trying to keep everyone at arm's length like she's been doing ever since the "left at the altar" thing.

He finally convinces her to show up at the wedding, not as a bodyguard but as a real bridesmaid and friend of the bride this time... and, obviously, she ends up figuring out exactly who the real culprit is (it's another bridesmaid, whose family business had been cheated out of some lucrative deal by the rich Texan) and stopping another murder attempt in the nick of time.

As you may have already figured out (XD) I'm thinking of Brienne as the bodyguard and Jaime as the groom's friend. Her initial uneasiness around the other bridesmaids would be easy to translate into her comparing herself to a bunch of conventionally pretty girls in very feminine dresses, and her dislike for weddings might come from The Bet either going WAY too far and somehow ending in a fake proposal or from her learning about it at a wedding where she naively agreed to come as some jerk's plus one. And his secret could be that he's been cut off by Tywin and now he's struggling to make his way in the world all on his own unlike all the other rich people in the wedding party. The boxing scene would, ofc, still happen. ;)

I'm less sure about the bride and her father, but I was thinking... Sansa and Ned, maybe? She'd be a lot less of a "spoiled sweet" airhead than her movie counterpart, but she could be marrying Sandor after getting out of a bad relationship with Joffrey and too anxious to put the past behind her and "seal the deal" on a brand new start to think clearly, making her more romantic and dreamy side resurface. While Ned would just need to be less of a rich ass (really, it would only require a bit of a different attitude and a different motivation for the villain), but he could still lose his cool with Brienne right after witnessing a murder attempt on his daughter.

Sandor as the groom, too, would need a different subplot than "he has a bit of a wandering eye but really he's loyal"... but the "other woman" could turn out to be someone he met in a support group for victims of familial abuse and only there to offer emotional support in case all the wedding preparations and the tension risked making him freak out in front of Sansa's family.

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO I HADN'T MANAGED TO CHECK TUMBLR UNTIL TODAY AND I WENT LIKE WOW HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME THIS IS THE PERFECT PLOT TO FIND IN MY INBOX SKLFJGDLJKDJLKSGLJDGKLJKGDGLJDKGJDKLJKDGLKGD OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING AND I WANNA WATCH THIS MOVIE NOW but in all seriousness your casting sounds good to me and tbf if jaime had to be the groom's friend then idk if anyone but sandor cut it and sansa/ned would work perfectly (ALSO I WANT THE BOXING SCENE NOW I'm gonna find a download for this thing pronto) I mean you can just make ned less of an asshole and the fake bridesmaid can be someone who wants to fuck ned's ethical business over I mean ngl could be roose who is in the board for ned's company and wants to take over so he thinks having sansa murdered and framing sandor would make him step down (???) could be an idea or could be cersei who hates sansa bc she broke up with joffrey and it had a bad public repercussion and is prob not even invited but brienne could just do her investigations and find out (DUNNO IF ANY OF THIS SOUNDS GOOD TO YOU LMK)

and ngl for sandor I like what you said but it also might be that in this version after Shit Happened™ his sister ended up adopted while he ended up in the system and she looked him up/found his info and wanted to reconnect so he's meeting her but without telling anyone bc he's not sure/he has trauma/he doesn't want her to end up in a mediatic mess bc he's not exactly marrying a no one and she's actually offering emotional support and when brienne finds out she's like okay sure you're good you say when you feel like it (??) but yeah I love everything about this I'm off to find a torrent THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GENIUS

#jaime x brienne for ts #reference #ask post #haljathefangirlcat #i haven't managed to write much lately bc i'm utterly exhausted but god i wanna do this so badly

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matan4il · 2 years

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Do we know if there was ever really any reason why they broke up the last half of 5 A?? It was weird when it happened but I never revisited it. It was such an odd choice to have the Halloween episode in between the hostage and hospital fire IMHO. Especially because it aired 2 weeks later. Just wondering if there was a significant reason why.

Hi Nonnie!

Yeah, everything around the Halloween ep that ended up being re-edited so it wouldn't be a full on Halloween ep was weird. Two things happened around it: this ep was originally meant to air as 506 (meaning on Oct 25, 911's ep right before Halloween). Eventually no new ep aired on that date, the ep that was supposed to air after it, "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" aired the following week (Nov 1, meaning on its original due date, but now being the new 506), and the Halloween ep, "Ghost stories," ended up airing on Nov 8 as 507, two weeks after it was supposed to air.

I heard two versions of why this ep was pushed back. One is that they had a special ep for The Masked Singer (it was the all-time countdown) for which they decided to use 911's Monday slot. The other is that due to covid, they didn't finish production for "Ghost stories" and needed some extra time. The latter explanation always felt off to me, because once they moved the ep, they also had to change the Halloween theme, cut off some scenes they had already shot (we know Eddie was supposed to be in this ep originally), which might mean they also needed to write in and shoot and edit new scenes to replace the ones that were cut off... All of this would have meant they would need even more time to complete this ep. Which might explain why they only took one week off and aired "Brawl" first, but... IDK, feels like this would have made it worse. Since they took a week off in any case, why not just air "GS" on Nov 1 and still leave it as a Halloween ep? It was still close enough to Halloween to pass.

So out of those two possibilities, I'd think the Masked Singer explanation made more sense. But only marginally, 'coz surely there could have been better time slots for that special that wouldn't hurt the production of their #1 scripted drama.

Another option, which I only offer as my own personal guess in hindsight, is that maybe around filming this ep they realized they'd have to fire Michael's actor, so maybe they needed to cut out some stuff with him that was originally meant to be in this ep. It's complete conjecture! I'm only entertaining this option now 'coz 508 was the ep in which Michael and David exited the show. That was surely a drastic change in plans for the show producers, and it seems to fit IMO with the drastic measures they took with their schedule AND filming. But I don't know anything for sure, we have no idea how things went down with the firing of Rockmond.

And yes, I also thought about this quite a bit, 'coz switching the two eps around (506 and 507), plus separating "Brawl" from "Defend in Palce" (508), made certain things not work quite as well.

I hope I managed to kinda help? Have a great day, lovely! xoxox

If you're looking for my ask replies, here is my ask tag! xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #because some of these changes affects buddie stoyrlines #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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penname-artist · 11 months

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Star Stable Changes Forever Tomorrow

Yeah yeah it's a Star Stable post, which is way outside my norm, but I wanted to talk about it dammit!

I've been really closely following the updates of the game for the last couple of months, waiting on this day when we get our new player character models. And, well...I've got some things to say about it right out of the gate.

We'll start with the good ones I guess?

the animations for the new characters are nice. They're smooth, they're readable, I like that we can blink and move and open our mouths now, that's a nice touch. Overall for their new animations they look fine.

The modelling they've done for the hands and feet are really nice, I look forward to wearing full gloves for the first time ever, as someone who religiously wears the fingerless gloves because I hate anything other than that

I am immensely excited about the hair styles they're going to produce; the colors are bright and inviting, the styles are clean and unique, and the longer hair styles will be getting a possible new rig in and of themselves to flow behind us when we run or while riding. I may live my life in a pixie cut but that doesn't mean my character has to, I am here for the big flowy hair!

A lot of the new clothing options that they seem to be coming out with alongside or right after the release of the new player models looks very detailed and appealing. We've had these already for a little while I think, but with the new models I think they're going to take this to the next level. I'm especially noticing this in the shoes, have y'all SEEN the new boots? Very happy to see this upgrade, I look forward to the snazziest of attire.

Okay. And then the faults. I wanted to make sure I made a good amount of praises before I started on my criticisms, because I didn't want to outweigh it too heavily. But the criticisms are many.

The body types feel unappealing to me, entirely. I do appreciate their inclusion of more body types, but in doing so they seem to have completely forgotten the existence of both skinny people and curvy people (and I am unfortunately both petite and hip-ish, which makes me feel kinda weird having a thin-ish but entirely flat-bodied model as my only option). Even the larger body types, with their modifications, feel odd and off-putting to me, I'm just not sure how to place them. It still feels like they've just taken sliders and made various parts of the body wider, but without adding any real definition to those areas or any types of changes to incorporate how a larger body type will move or carry weight differently. I understand their limitations, but I still feel I'd rather have less body type options with more attention to detail than more body types with less. It's a quality over quantity type of thing.

The FACES, as well. In nearly every face there's something off about the size and shape of their cheeks, they're large and puffed and pushed out ridiculously far. I have maybe one facial type that I kinda-sorta like, but all of them just do not appeal well to me, they feel oddly proportioned in the cheeks and it's constantly bugging me.

People have been mentioning this all over, but the body styles they've gone for do make the characters look significantly younger now, even though they're taller. They have very rounded and undefined shoulders, they're baby-faced, they have soft edges in all their limbs, and absolutely zero shape in their torsos. Hell, even the largest available body type scarecly does, which feels frankly insulting, that these characters shouldn't be allowed to have even the slightest indication of boobs. Or thighs, hardly. I understand not wanting to sexualize your new character models, but nobody was sexualizing the ones we've had for the last decade, and taking that away now when we were so used to it for so long is going to be weird and off-putting for a lot of people.

What I said about the animations in mind, I still don't believe we're entirely ready to release this character update. Yes, it's coming tomorrow. But I have already seen our previews and I'm scared that the game is going to instantly have three times the amount of bugs, TEN times the amount of ill-fit problems, from everything to feet not going in saddles to the horrific dance sequence issue. Just LOOK at this:

I feel like the team could have at least waited to get these other important and possibly game-breaking animation issues remade before their initial release, but I'm so used to SSO jumping the gun on their projects that at this point, I can't even be surprised. I expect at best for tomorrow to be slightly buggy and mostly okay, but probably not a good quest day, and at worst for the game to crash (which I think they're preparing to handle, given the release is on a Tuesday instead of a Wednesday. Do we all remember the time the physical servers exploded? YEAH, I'm prepared to see THAT happen again.)

Overall, while I am - and want to be - excited for this massive update, I still cannot help but feel the team is making too many extreme changes with too few quality tests to feel comfortable handling. It's severely rocking the boat of the entire game and playerbase, and I cannot be the only person desperately pleading for them to give us SOME semblance of nostalgia to keep. The lack therof is driving away so many veteran players, and it's going to keep driving even their newest people away if all they do is make massive changes to everything all the time. I'm telling myself this is just growing pains, and that once they're satisfied with the style they want, we'll have a semblance of peace again with the feeling of familiarity.

Until then, brace yourselves for impact, everybody.

This has been my SSO rant, I will now crawl back into the depths of my fandoms. Farewell and til the morrow, fans and freaks.

-Pen

#Star Stable Online #SSO #Star Stable #Star Stable updates #SSO new player character #SSO player character update #SSO rant #Star Stable rant

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imunbreakabledude · 26 days

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I'm sorry you gotta deal with that, I feel like my username wards off a lot of weirdos but a few still have gotten through the cracks and its caused me to turn off public chat at least in the really populated areas. Especially the skilling bosses and minigames though, I don't know what causes the public chat to be especially bad there. I like looking at peoples rsns though. My favorite ive found is 'I Poop Alone' which is an iron. But I've added you back and I should be on a little later, I escaped the house today so I've been a bit busy.

But on the tornadoes I get you completely, it feels like the tornadoes move an extra square sometimes just to screw with you. And on my last I swear to you the tornadoes lasted longer than usual just to stack me out on the last possible tick.

I think I will end up making an iron, with the release of Varlamore the early to midgame looks way more interesting and fun plus if I make it to bowfa down the line that'll at least be quite a while of playtime before that grind. Plus even if i don't like it I can just use the account as like a wildy boss scout or for like corp instances.

omg yeah even before i became a public chat off by default person due to people being strange and annoying about my RSN i always turned it off at wintertodt/tempo/gotr. and shooting stars. those are all the worst. I guess any activity where people are bored and know there's an audience for them to get a reaction out of, they feel compelled to say dumb shit just for attention? I don't get it. it's a shame because once in a while you can have a nice, normal, or even a bit odd but not skeevy chat with a rando in public chat, that's one of the great things about an mmo, but the loud minority of creeps make it hard to to put up with...

I do love a good RSN, i like that one lol though I do roll my eyes at UNCREATIVE edgy/raunchy usernames. if they're funny, 100%. example: "tztok-fatkok". hilarious, thematically appropriate. but something like "pussytits69," ew, come on, try to use more than one braincell... lol. there's also a sad (but small) amount of outright offensive usernames (like racial slurs/stereotypes). idk what makes people wanna do shit like that.

but RSNs like yours are top tier... the kind of thing that a kid comes up with and then becomes close to your heart. it weirdly bums me out that almost no one has numbers at the end of their RSNs anymore? except bots. everyone having to put numbers at the end or some xX Z3RKER Xx kinda shit is nostalgic as hell... lol

anyway... if you do end up making an iron, have fun! with varla there's definitely tons of early-mid game options that can spice up some elements that were boring but "mandatory" (not really, but due to lack of other good options) before. and you're right you can always use the account for something else if you want! so it might be an antidote to the burnout to immerse yourself in earlygame stuff again (while benefitting from new options/QoL changes like not having to do kourend favor again, lol)

#osrs sp #anonymous #ask

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thatoneguy031 · 11 months

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So, I realized that I never really did anything for Pride Month. My bad, especially since I'm a member of that group.

I know it isn't a lot, but what if I talked about where my characters sat on the LGBT spectrum? That works for you guys, right?

First things first, Delta. Hoo boy, is he an odd case. Like, he's obviously asexual, he literally doesn't even have genitals to begin with. But, as you'll see way, way later in his storyline, he is interested in the concept of romance. And, he follows the "It doesn't matter, love is love" mentality, so I guess he's panromantic? Is that a term?

On top of that, he's not really opposed to the idea of crossdressing or looking feminine or anything. He's the kind of guy to wear a full, Princess Peach-styled dress because it's comfy, or something like that. He goes by any and all pronouns, but I use he/him in my stories about him, for no reason in particular.

For Jason, he's ace/aro, simply put, clear-cut as his Oshawott's fighting style. Similarly to Ash, he doesn't really care for love too much, as long as you and your Pokemon are strong and give him a solid challenge, which you'll see more and more time passes(He referred to Bianca as "girlfriend," because they were just that close with each other to do stuff like that. They weren't dating or anything). The only "love" he shows is towards Jayden and his Pokemon, who is family and are considered family respectively.

Trevor, as I've mentioned before, is straight and questioning. He's always thought he just liked girls when he was in middle and high school, but his best friend, Bryant...

Bryant. Just Bryant.

...Yeah, that Floatzel definitely flipped Trevor's world view on its head, and now he's just confused. Please send your condolences for our turnabout Typlosion-Ampharos-Blastoise... guy.

Funnily enough, Smudge is the only character that I've made with the intent of being purely homosexual. At least, mostly, but I'll get to Chris eventually.

Smudge is pretty clearly into Charles, but their situation is kinda complicated. Smudge thinks that he doesn't have a chance in heck with Charles due to his childhood, so he sticks with them just being friends, and Charles thinks that Smudge is way out of his league due to the dragon's now-popularity, so he doesn't even bother asking him out. But, they do still talk to each other, and Smudge jokingly brought up the chance of them just making out once, which Charles clearly wanted. He denied it, though, in fear of looking too weird.

You know how I said I'd get to Chris's whole deal eventually? Well, now it's eventually(The first time I've followed up on that kind of thing in a while).

Chris had a rough childhood. He was often picked on, mostly because he was an easy target, but also because he was just a loser to his bullies. So, he never really got to even discover his options.

When he was turned into a Pokemon, he got to see the rest of Team 7(Besides Stephanie, because he already knew her from when he first arrived.) Insert some wacky, emotional missions later, but he sorta began growing feelings for Lucas, that Cubone I keep mentioning. It wasn't love, at least not at the time, but Chris definitely felt like he could connect with him more than anyone else on the team, since they've had similar backgrounds. So, it's not like he's dating Lucas or anything...

...But he isn't repelled by the idea of getting to know him a little more.

For yours truly, I'm bisexual. At least, I'm pretty sure I am. There's no real explanation for this. I kinda just discovered I liked dudes one day, and I rolled with it. Nothing special, no interesting backstory, that's sorta just... it. Point, blank, period, 'cause it ain't no question.

Off topic, I love the bi flag. It gives such a vaporwave aesthetic, and I can really vibe with that kind of thing. The colors blend in with each other so well, they're so easy on the eyes.

#pokemon #trainer jason #typhlosion #trevor typhlosion #smudge #noibat #chris noibat #cubone #lucas cubone #lgbtq community #lgbtq+#pride #pride month #pride month 2023 #delta #protogen #delta current #lgbtq

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corpsebasil · 3 years

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Easily Replaced | part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Kaz Rietveld didn't need a reason.

You knew this, of course, as you always had, but it was most clear the day you, Jordie, and Kaz stepped foot into Ketterdam. The two brothers were, as long as you’d known them, ambitious. Ketterdam would fuel that ambition.

"For you, Sankta." Jordie Rietveld laughed, and covered your eyes with his hands.

He was thirteen—much too old for you, as you were only eight, and though you were teased back in southern Kerch for hanging around with him so much Jordie was something like a brother to you. Your own parents were gone—your mother a woman who died too young and your father a mystery.

"I thought you were getting me food." Kaz scoffed, plucking the wrapped omelette out of your hands before you even had a moment to see it.

"Kaz!" You shrieked as you tore out of Jordie's grasp, lunging for the food, but Kaz simply laughed in return, looping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you along, sharing the omelette between them.

The omelette stands in Ketterdam were Kaz and your favorites.

"(Y/N), wait." Jordie called and you paused, turning to glance over at him. His expression was wide and happy—the happiest he'd been in a long time, since he and Kaz's father had died. "Welcome home." He said, and you smiled.

"WAIT!" You yelped, lurching into sitting position so fast your head spun.

He was there, you thought, still blinking away the image of Jordie from behind your eyes.

Your heart raced and your eyes stung as you stood, scanning the streets several stories below you. You’d fallen asleep on the window pane after sneaking into your room at the Slat—if Kaz wanted you gone that night, you’d be gone by morning just to spite him. If only so you had more time to snoop around.

You weren’t expecting the dreams again.

You wiped your hands over your face and sighed, blinking away the remnants of sleep and forcing Jordie to the back of your mind. Jordie Rietveld would always stay in the very back of your mind, in the dregs; you’d think about him only during your last breath, and wouldn't let yourself do it one moment before then.

You crept out of your room and glanced around its interior once more, hefting your satchel over your shoulder. You’d miss this place—you’d miss Ketterdam, but if leaving helped keep certain memories at bay and kept a certain someone from bashing your head in it was worth the risk.

Your feet were silent when you finally dropped to the streets outside and ran, taking back-ally's and fire-escapes and rooftops as you traveled across Ketterdam on a route few knew. Your mask was pulled up and your hood rippled behind you, your shape merely a black speck against the moonless sky.

When you reached the Crow Club you ducked the guards and snuck through a window at the top. If there was anything to be known about the heist for one million kruge the Dregs had been murmuring about, Kaz would know about it. And if you were anything you were vengeful, and you’d get that prize to earn your freedom or you’d die trying.

"The Orchid isn't Dime Lions turf." Kaz's rock salt voice reached you and you paused, one foot sinking into the plush carpet of your old friend's office.

"Well, it's a new acquisition." Another voice purred, and your blood ran cold.

You knew that voice.

That voice had haunted you for years.

"You heard it here first." The voice continued, and you dropped into a crouch, tugging your hood over your head as you crept towards the office.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Kaz was being held on his knees by a nondescript man with a sneer on his face while Pekka, Pekka Rollins, clutched Kaz's cane like he owned it. Your stomach rolled as you took in Pekka's face and you barely stopped yourself from gagging.

It was him.

It was the man who killed Jordie.

"Now, I know you saw Dreesen," Pekka continued, oblivious to the assassin hardly ten feet away who was contemplating his inevitable death. "You got the jump on whatever job he has. I don't know the details...obviously, just that you have a little travel hazard ahead of you. So. Here's the deal: you can do nothing—walk away from it. I'll tell Dreesen I'm taking over for you." He paused, a cruel smile on his face. "Then we're even."

"Not even close—" Kaz began, and you tensed. You knew the man holding him, touching him, was causing him agony.

You had to stop it. You had decided long ago that Pekka Rollins' death would be slow. You could make it last for hours—could make blades sing until he was nothing left but a scrap on a table, but something fast might have to do.

"The other option is..." Pekka began, leaning forward to press the beak of Kaz's cane against his jugular, and you lunged. "I'll cave your head in with your own—"

"Let go of him." You snarled and, quick as an asp, had one of your many blades nestled dangerously against Pekka's throat.

Kaz let out a sharp breath and tensed as the man holding him pulled out a gun, pressing it to his temple to balance the odds.

"Sankta Riipka," Pekka mused, seemingly unaffected by the knife against his neck. "it's nice to finally make your aqu—"

"Shut up, pig." You spat and dug the blade in deeper, your eyes snapping up to the man next to Kaz. You felt steel against your head and froze—

—you’d forgotten about the other member of Pekka's trio.

"By the time you kill me," Pekka began, oozing calm that made to your blood boil, "my friend here will shoot your friend. And then you." He made to twist in his chair and you tightened your grip, stilling him. You knew you were drawing blood. "You ought to make the wise decision here, Riipka."

"Let him go." You repeated, heart pounding violently, refusing to look at Kaz even as you felt the gun against the back of your head push harder. "Let him go or I swear on all Saints I'll slit your throat right here."

The room was quiet for several beats before the man holding Kaz shoved him, knocking your friend—was he your friend?—to the floor. You made no move to remove the knife—your chest was tight and your breathing uneven. Jordie's face was flashing behind your eyes and this moment, this moment, killing Pekka, was what you had been waiting for.

You could do it.

Why couldn't you do it?

You could—

"Stop." Kaz breathed and you froze, meeting his stare. His face was serious but his eyes—they were filled with pain. "Just stop."

"You should listen to Mr. Brekker." Pekka crooned and your gritted your teeth, biting back a snarl as you removed the knife and swung, knocking the gun out of the man behind you’s hands.

He threw his arms up and froze but Pekka simply laughed, eyeing you like you were a monkey at a circus. You felt small and, for the first time in a long time, like you were eight years old again, sweating with a burning illness and being sheltered by a widow who had no kids of her own.

You felt like you were eight years old, managing to survive the plague and stumbling down to the docks, half-drunk with a barely broken fever and finding Kaz laying drenched in sea-water on a dock, screaming at you in agony.

It was Pekka's fault.

It was all his—

"No one has to die today, Riipka," Pekka smirked at whatever he saw in your eyes and brushed past, chuckling to his accomplices as they left the office and slammed the door behind them.

The room was silent for several moments before you turned, watching Kaz as he stared at the floor, making no move to stand.

"Let me help you—" you began, reaching out to offer a gloved hand but he jolted, deer-in-headlight-eyes flashing to yours.

"Don't touch me." He snapped, face flushing, and the knot in your throat threatened to burst.

He pushed himself awkwardly to his feet and scrambled for his cane, one hand absently on his leg as he winced. It was terrible to watch—he was strong all the time, and so serious but this...

...this was him broken. And you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing it.

"I should've killed him," you started over, hands trembling as you resisted the urge to reach out to him. You didn't know if you wanted to help or if you just wanted, needed, his touch. "I should've—"

"You should've been gone by now." He swallowed roughly as his cane hit the floor with a thud, eyes snapping back to yours. "I had it handled. We all could've died tonight because of—"

"Don't you dare blame me for—"

"Well if you had just left when I asked—"

"I'm not leaving you!" You shrieked, yanking off your mask and hood so that you could breathe better. "You can boss me around and yell at me and treat me like Jordie was my fault all you want but—"

"I don't think that," he interrupted, his face stricken as he stared at you. "Saints, (Y/N)." You were silent for a moment, both breathing heavily, before he shook his head and turned away. "If you're not going to leave me alone, at least leave the Club. I can't—" he paused, sighing exasperatedly. "I can't deal with this tonight."

Without waiting for a reply he strode out the door and shut it, locking it behind him so you’d have to leave out the window. You waited for several moments until you were sure he was gone, strode over to the spare couch around the corner and screamed into the pillow until your throat hurt.

@iamnoobmaster69 @emil7y @balmasedas @euphoniumpets @subjecta13-thefangirl @itisroe @thefandomplace @ambrosia-v-black @i-padfoot-things @kaitlyn2907

hiii sorry I know this one was kinda angsty but it’s gonna spice up soon HA

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #wattpad #shadow and bone #six of crows #angst #Ketterdam #kanej #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #freddy carter #Jordie Rietveld

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boldlyanxious · 3 years

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Ooo hope you are drinking yummy things!! (I'm having a margarita rn haha)

Maybe Person A is the boss pretending to be an intern with Person B, but B is suspicious about how A has clearence to EVERYTHING in the building??

Maribat, characters of your choice?

Okay. My drink took a couple modification to get the mix right but now it's pretty great. Do here we have Roynette.

I spy Roynette

Enjoy.

Marinette was an intern, so she could get pretty much anywhere in the building but she would always have to stop for clearance at certain levels and her badge would be activated if she took much longer than then expected time on certain floors. Roy was also an intern and sometimes he just seemed to be around constantly. It didn’t seem odd at first. She definitely didn’t know all the interns at Queen Consolidated. There were far too many spread all over the building for her to have met them all. Usually the interns would mostly stick to one department but a few, like herself, were floaters. She wasn’t yet sure if that was a good thing because she knew so much about various things, or a bad thing because they had accepted her as an intern and they did not know what to do with her but had no reason to fire her.

But after a few weeks, she started to be suspicious of Roy. At first she thought he was just flirting with her. Now she knew he was, but also she thought he might be a corporate spy. He kept getting into places he should not have access to. Even the executive suites. Marinette was setting up a meeting room for a possible buyout of another company but there he was. He had tried to duck out of sight before she saw him but she saw the flash of movement. She only knew it had been him because she had seen his ridiculous red hoodie that he somehow got away with wearing while she was stuck in business wear and heels.

She didn’t know who to talk to. The only people around appeared very busy and they all seemed perfectly okay with him there. But she realized he had gone into the server room so she peaked in to see what he was up to. He was plugging in a laptop. She had no phone or ability to collect evidence. That was not allowed for someone of her rank, especially on the executive floor. She knew her badge would activate an alarm at any moment so she had to think fast. He definitely wasn't allowed a laptop in there

Suddenly, she realized that was the solution. If she shut the door it would lock down automatically. That would bring security. On top of that when her intern badge activated even more security would show up. She took a breath to calm herself and try to convince herself that he wasn’t as good looking and smooth as she remembered. It was all lies, but she really needed this internship to go well. Corporate espionage could do major damage to a company even if the spy made her knees weak. She rushed into the room and shut the door behind her.

“Marinette, Hey,” Roy said. He didn’t look worried. He looked happy to see her. “That door isn’t supposed to be locked, but I kinda like the idea.”

“Do not be suave with me,” she said, forcing determination into her voice. “I know what you are up to.”

“What am I--”

Roy was cut off as her badge flashed and a speaker by the door started beeping. Roy stepped close to her and looked around. When security burst in seconds later, he pushed her behind him. The security team looked around and then Roy commanded them to stand down just before Marinette saw Felicity Smoak enter. She was part of the reason Marinette had wanted to work here. Marinette shoved Roy aside and addressed the woman.

“This isn’t right. He is a spy and they are working with him.”

The room was still for a moment after Marinette pointed to Roy and then his accomplices on the security team. Marinette felt a sinking feeling as she was led to a smaller meeting room. She hadn’t thought that Ms Smoak would have been involved. Now she had lost her shot and would probably be dismissed because of it. She wasn’t waiting long when Roy entered and handed her an iced coffee made just the way she liked. Ms Smoak and Mr Queen entered right after. She knew this must be serious because they were supposed to be in a meeting very soon.

They all sat and Ms Smoak pulled out a file that she could easily see was her own. But she didn’t expect what the woman said next.

“We would like to offer you a permanent position effective immediately. The employment offer and package will need to be agreed upon but all changes will be effective starting with your day today.”

“What?” Marinette asked.

She looked at each of them smiling at her. They let her brain catch up before they explained that Roy was a partial owner and not an intern. As such he had access to the entire building and had just been trying to find a place to work where he wouldn’t be bothered for a bit. But they were impressed with Marinette’s attention to detail and her quick thinking response. They told her in the future they would provide other options than to lock herself in a room with someone who would likely harm her in desperation.

Marinette was still reeling when the meeting was over. She would be coming in next week to have a meeting about possible benefits and pay. She was stunned. She hardly noticed Roy leading her out after. She gathered her things and he walked along with her until she finally seemed to come out of her fog. He suggested she would feel better if she had something to eat so he offered to take her. She agreed but she was suddenly more nervous than she had been all day.

#roynette #intern Marinette #maribat #corporate espionage #boldlyanxious

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www-artforoddballs · 3 years

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Alright, so notice. Most of you probably know this, since you're following me for the Autistic Levi stuff (thank you, we're closing in on 100 followers!!!!), but people with autism can have "tantrums". I've kinda touched on this in a previous post (it's a full meltdown, but you can see that post here https://www-artforoddballs.tumblr.com/post/644803780958879744/autistic-levi-angstkinda-i-guess-this-is-him). For those of you who DON'T know, an autistic tantrum is not the same thing as what you'd think of in regards to a toddler or kid, it's just the word used for it. This is a mistake my mother and I made when getting the paperwork done while I was going through testing that later got cleared up lol

I had a tantrum yesterday, and so I figured that I could post about Leviathan having a tantrum, since it's still ready on my mind. I don't care if anyone else is proud of me for coping with it as well as I did, since it's a major improvement from last time I had one, but I am proud of myself!...with that in mind, here we go!!

There will be some angst in this post, like the last post in relation to this one, but like the last post, it turns out fine.

However.

Trigger warning for things such as self harm, both physical and verbal. If you or a loved one is self harming, either reach out to someone for help or reach out to that person to help, yeah?

OK on with the post.

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First of all, Levi's autism is part of why his brothers always agree to help when there's a raffle for tickets or something like that on the DDD messages, because he can get overwhelmed if they don't at least help, even if he doesn't win in the end.

They figured out that his autism was the culprit for this shortly after his diagnosis.

Now when I'm writing for Levi, I like to think that his diagnosis was around the early 1990s since, while autism was a separate diagnosis in 1980, it didn't really start becoming fairly accepted and expanded upon until 1987. Hence why everyone is mostly used to it by now, but are still sometimes off put by his odd behavior; for them, as beings that have been around since...the beginning of the universe, pretty much as far as we know, but for at LEAST since humans were around (so at VERY least 2.5 million years now, but potentially up to around 7 million years (if they haven't been around since the beginning of creation)), this would be like...I dunno, give me a second.

Waiting

Waiting...

Okay, so from 1990(earliest year I have in mind) to 2019 (the year it was released) is 29 years. That's a minimum of 1/86,206.89th of their lifespan, and a maximum of 1/475,862,068.96th of their total lifetime.

So this is a VERY recent development for them on the grand scheme of things, but I digress.

So they're still figuring everything out, especially as the human race continues to learn about the condition itself.

So the first time Levi threw a tantrum and they recognized it for what it was...it was certainly interesting.

What had happened was exactly the situation described; Levi had wanted to go to a concert in the human world and they were raffling off free tickets. Except, unlike now, his brothers hadn't offered their support. They hadn't in the past, why would this time be any different?

Except now they viewed it through a different light. Leviathan had an image in his head that he desired so badly and had asked his brothers to support him, hopeful, only to be rejected at every turn. That he was used to, but it was still upsetting.

He put that to the side, though. He really wanted to see this band, and these were VIP tickets where you got to hang out with the band for a few hours after the concert! They'd cost a LOT of human money, and while they COULD afford it, he knew Lucifer would be bringing hell down upon him if he used that amount of family funds on a concert. And his anxiety was already somewhat raised, so he decided to enter the raffle on his own.

He sat there for hours, waiting for the results to come in. He'd hyped this up in his brain the entire time; He'd win, go to an amazing concert, have dinner with the band, maybe even make some friends....!...and then the results came back. He hadn't won.

As per usual, our snek boi went into one of his rants about how unfair it was, but instead of going on a rampage or something like that, locked himself up in his room and cried, hating himself for getting so excited over nothing.

As I mentioned before, I've made another post about a tantrum/getting too overwhelmed slipping into something even more dire, as that's almost always what happens to me. This would be in the 90s, so this would be their first real incident with one of these moments where they had the proper diagnosis, so bear with me, there will be some angst here, but like the other post, it'll be fine.

So Mammon ends up feeling bad for rejecting his little brother, and, not knowing it was too late, decided to go to his room and offer his support. It was almost Leviathan's birthday anyways, and Mammon knew how rejection felt and how much it sucked. So, he knocked on Leviathan's door.

No response. He knocked again...still no response, but a quiet sob.

Right away, Mammon switched from semi-carefree to worried. "Levi...?"

Again, no response. He decided to just go in and check on his brother...

The door was locked. And he smelled blood.

"Leviathan, I need you to open the door," Mammon said with a half hearted chuckle, his voice now becoming slightly strained. "Because if ya don't, I'm gonna have t' break the door down."

"Just go away!" Leviathan cried from inside his room. "Just leave me alone, you jerk!"

"I ain't goin' anywhere. Either open the door or I'm gonna break it down. Those are your two choices."

A moment of silence, before Mammon sighs, stretching, as he transforms into his demon form.

"Alright, option two it is."

He rammed into the door repeatedly, before the wood finally splintered and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Mammon quickly looked around, eyes widening as he saw Leviathan digging his own sharpened nails into his arms, multiple raked wounds, made by the same culprit, carved into his skin.

"Levi...look at ya..." Mammon said, voice faltering, tears welling up in his eyes. "I...how long has..."

"Just shut up! Don't act like you care about me, I'm the freak of our family, remember?! I'm the one whose brain isn't right, I'm just a shut-in, good for nothing, re-!"

He was quickly cut off by Mammon going to him and hugging him.

"I don't care who you are. You talk about my brother like that again and I'll kill you. Alright? You're a little off, but you ain't a freak, and your brain works just fine as is. You're perfect just the way you are, and if anybody else says any different, I'm gonna beat them the fuck up. Including you. Got that? So what if you've got that fancy lable on ya now...? Labels like that matter, but it didn't change ya. You're still my cringe, annoying as hell little weirdo of a brother...and I wouldn't have ya any other way."

Leviathan fully listened to Mammon talk, before clinging to him, breaking down sobbing again, and trying to explain what happened through his tears, the older demon gently rubbing his back and allowing him to cry it out, making sure no more harm was done.

A while later, once Levi had calmed down, Mammon ruffled his hair.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Lucifer is already gonna kill me for breaking your door, but he'd be even more pissed if I just left you here with those wounds."

So they did. And Mammon, after telling a VERY angry Lucifer what had happened hours later, had surprisingly NOT gotten chewed out by the eldest brother. Instead, that day, the entire family had a long discussion, and they all agreed that if it was something as small as entering a raffle, or even if it was bigger but not an inconvenience to anyone in the slightest, they'd all help out from then on. It's not like it was hard, and it would save Levi from hours of stress and negativity toward himself and others around him.

They also made a plan for if a tantrum were to happen while someone was around, or if he became too overwhelmed and started to spiral...because, as annoying as he could be, Leviathan was still family. And they loved him, oddities and all.

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Alright, so...that was the post! I hope it was okay. I know I've written about this type of thing before a little, but different situations can end up with the same negative outcome, like being in an overwhelming situation, or not being able to change your thinking and not easily being able to get over your expectations. I've personally suffered with both, and it's a regular thing for me, so I like writing about it, because maybe, just maybe, it'll help someone out, or help someone that isn't autistic understand a friend or relative or classmate or employee better. And I love these characters, I really do. The only ironic thing is that I see so much of myself in Leviathan, but I adore him and despise myself. Go figure 😂

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed, and if there's anything you guys have questions about (in regards to me and my experience), or any specific writing requests, asks are fully open!

Thanks so much for being here to support me, you have no idea how much it means to a little oddball such as myself.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #autism obey me #obey me autism #obey me neurodivergent #neurodivergent #leviathan autism #autism #headcannons #obey me hcs

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kerra-and-company · 3 years

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Trahearne lives AU? I saw that in your fights ask, and i knew Trahearne is very much alive in your AU, but if you wanna elaborate on the details, I'm willing to listen ❤️

I love me a good Trahearne lives AU

Okay, so this ask is from WAY back when, but I wrote a fic for this! I thought about just flat-out explaining it, but I actually wrote a version of this way back when I was first trying to figure out my characters. That version's now deleted (though it's probably still floating around on someone's blog, haha), and this is the rewrite, which has the same general concept but I like a lot better. @i-mybrunettelady ANYWAYS: The basic details are that Kerra comes up with a very desperate plan that only works out because a) she's the one doing it and b) Mordremoth made a big mistake: even if you were formerly extremely powerful with regards to the mind, when you're down and severely wounded, don't bet against a very determined Commander whose strengths lie there, too. Hopefully this fic makes sense to people other than me, and hopefully you enjoy it! I just finished my summer classes yesterday, also, so to add one more, hopefully I'll have at least a little bit of a chance to write more things :D (See fic below the cut!) Warnings: HoT spoilers (kinda, because this is Not the canon ending, lmao), mindscape shenanigans

Kerra was unused to her mind being so silent. Normally, her brain moved a mile a minute—planning, worrying, analyzing—but now it could only focus on two facts. One: her brother wanted her to kill him. Two: she would not. Rel’s mouth opened and closed, his hands gesturing frantically, and Kerra realized the world was silent for her, too. Trahearne’s mind screamed pain, pain, pain, desperation, sadness, urgency, and his eyes met hers. She saw his lips form the word now, and her brain sparked back to life. “Put me back in.” She wasn’t sure if she was loud enough, so she coughed and repeated, “Put me back in.” Unheard by her, Rytlock said, “What?” Trahearne shook his head. “You have to.” Kerra thought he said her name, but she continued anyway. “I can kill Mordremoth. Without killing you. I can.” If she’d had time to analyze the situation, she would have been far more uncertain. They’d tried before, together, and it had taken so much power to get this far. But all Kerra knew right then was that this was the only option. She would allow no other. She realized that, at some point, she had fallen to the ground. She forced herself to her feet. The ground felt like the deck of that one ship in Lion’s Arch harbor, far away and feeling like forever in the past. Confusion. Fear. Concern. Hopelessness. Emotions swirled around her. Not mine, she repeated to herself. Not mine, not mine, not MINE— She blinked. In the space of a second, Kerra lunged forward and grabbed her brother’s hand. She could hear the shouts this time, but only for a moment. Thorns dug into her forearm. She tightened her grip. “Let me in,” she said, her voice forceful and every inch the Commander. And someone listened. The jungle around her faded, the tangled vines vanishing as the clearing reappeared. This time, she was alone, and yet not. If she’d been more coherent, she would have noted more details, like how the odd, grassy dirt was scuffed up from moving footprints, and how the color of everything was just slightly off, like the leaves of a poor plant belonging to a Divinity’s Reach noble who hadn’t bothered to water it. As it was, she just thought empty, but not, and moved on. Mordremoth. She was here for the dragon. Kerra’s hand tightened on her sword hilt as she called on her empathy. Her mind dredged up a faint memory of Aife and one of the only formal classes she’d ever had. It had been imperfect, but the Firstborn had tried, and it had helped. I know it’s a lot, her luminary had said gently. Focus. Close your eyes and breathe, Kerralind. And she did. Pain, fear, love, grief, desperation, sang out a faint presence by her side. Anger, greed, hunger, possession, sang another. Kerra reached, willing the first presence to strengthen, for her to feel those emotions more strongly. You are here. You are here. This is your mind, your body. Come home. “Ker,” she heard, soft and almost inaudible, and her eyes flew open. “Little sister,” Trahearne said. He was faint, nearly transparent. There were tears on his face, and she was sure there were tears on hers. “You should not be here.” Her mouth quirked into a weak, involuntary half smile. “Yes, I should.” MINE, the other voice rumbled, somewhere in the dark, and Kerra felt an uncomfortable pressure against her mental shields. She snarled, loud and vicious and sounding for all the world like Felix as she threw her body between her brother and the presence. “Neither of us are yours.” MINE, Mordremoth rumbled again, like thunder heralding a storm, and Kerra finally saw him—or what was left of him. A seed pod pulsed in the far corner of the clearing, half buried by vines. It was almost large enough to be a sylvari pod, but much more rounded, like the puff of a dandelion. I AM THE FUTURE. I AM THIS WORLD. YOU ARE MY CHILDREN. YOU. ARE. MINE. Kerra’s own anger burned in her eyes as she laughed, rough and loud and painful. She lifted her sword and pointed it at the seed. “Wanna bet?” YOU ARE MINE, the dragon roared, but Kerra took a step towards the pod, closing her eyes one more

time. His presence in her mind, in that emotions-place, was a conflagration, a mountain made of twisting vines stretching higher and higher and higher. It lunged for her, bouncing off her shields hard enough to make her head pound and body ache, and she screamed in wordless, silent defiance. NO. This is my brother’s mind, and my space, and our world. You are nothing here. As if she were trying to shut him out of her own mind, she willed his emotions smaller and smaller, and she, only half believing it, saw the conflagration behind her eyes slowly dim and the mountain begin to crumble. It struggled, bang, bang, bang against the wall, but though the shield cracked, it never shattered. You are nothing, Kerra thought again, as single-minded and determined as she had ever been in her life. She took another step forward, feeling Trahearne’s hand on her left shoulder. I am not yours to take, and neither is he. MINE! The seed shouted one final time. The mountain collapsed. Kerra opened her eyes. The clearing was glowing purple, and her sword tip was directly pressed against the seed. Mordremoth still snarled weakly, but the words were indecipherable. “No,” Kerra said aloud. “Never yours, Grandfather.” She drove the sword home, and the mindscape exploded in blinding light.

#gw2 #my fics #kerralind #trahearne #i mybrunettelady #i was Very nervous about posting this for some reason #but ye hopefully this answers your question! and you are welcome to ask more whenever you want! :)#and thanks a bunch for this one! <3 :D #also this does make aurene & kerra confronting kralkatorrik a throwback in a weird way to this #kerra has many feelings about the situation #and also i have several thoughts on the consequences of this whole thing that i am more than happy to share to #(if you want. but i'll also probably eventually post my thoughts regardless because they are Plentiful asl;djfadsf)#thank you again!

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anzcty · 3 years

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Analysing Episode 6 Sylvie - her actions, her choice and a whole bunch of theories (Spoilers!)

After watching the Loki finale, I have been scrolling through Tumblr for quite a long time. I already knew that people's opinions were gonna be incredibly different but I definitely did not expect this much negative backlash. Especially when it comes to two specific topics - the Sylvie and Loki kiss and Sylvie's betrayal (/choice/actions). I'm gonna be talking about the latter, for it is another time I'll talk a lot about Sylki's relationship. (Beware that this post is also really long though)

First of all, everyone has different opinions and I respect that. I absolutely adore movies, books, TV-shows and videogames because despite what's happening within the story, each viewer has the opportunity to see something else in what they are shown (besides the obvious canon). What I mean is that everyone interprets certain scenes differently and gains the opportunity to make up theories. Therefore I want to clarify that I do, by no means, want to force my views upon others. It's nice to see people talk about the Loki Series (as long as it doesn't get too negative and hateful, iykwim) because every viewer can share their specific experiences with it :)

I'm gonna analyse Sylvie's character a bit ( because, well, I'm bored and I kinda wanna protect my beloved character that I've only had for a few weeks >:^0 AND the only thing I could think about the past day was this episode) and try to explain her actions in the finale (keep in mind: not justifying them, but explaining them).

I'm terribly bad at concentrating on one single topic point so I kinda made a 'list' with questions and whatnot that I wanted to dive deeper into. Your thoughts are also more than welcome!

I already want to apologise for grammatical mistakes, for I am not a native english speaker.

Sylvie's reason for being taken away by the TVA is still kinda unknown

You know, I've heard quite a few theories about Sylvie's nexus event by now. Some people say that she got taken away because she was playing with her toys in a way that indicates her having a good heart (playing as a Valkyrie and wanting to save someone, another hint may also be the reaction she showed towards someone else who got kidnapped by the TVA, yelling at the soldiers to "help them out"). Another theory is that she already knew she was adopted, unlike Loki who found out way later than her. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but we never got to hear the actual reason why Sylvie got kidnapped. Even Renslayer didn't say a word about it.

Now I'm gonna come up with yet another theory. What if Sylvie didn't really have a nexus event in the first place how we know it? In the final episode, Kang has said that he has planned out everything beforehand so both Loki and Sylvie would end up right in front of him. Did Kang's plan also possibly involve him getting killed by Sylvie? Hear me out: We don't actually know if the Kang we saw in episode 6 is the actual 'nice' Kang and not one of his evil variants. He has already talked about 'reincarnation', so who says that after ending the first universial war, Kang didn't reincarnate into someone with an unpure heart (aka, one of his evil variants)? That'd mean that the real Kang would have been killed and the Kang we've seen in the finale is actually an evil version that simply lied to both Loki and Sylvie. Besides that, we also don't know if Kang actually had that 'point' where he didn't know what would happen next. The show revolves a whole lot around trust, not only regarding the characters, but also the viewers. Who's to say that Kang said the truth? Maybe he planned it all out: He created the TVA, let Sylvie get kidnapped and therefore give her a reason to hunt after Kang, who in return could reincarnate if he got killed OR get killed and therefore give his other variants a possibility to conquer the universes yet again. Don't you think that it was kinda suspicious that Sylvie escaped so easily out of Renslayer's hands? The one person who's probably closest to Kang? (Even though, yes, she doesn't know who he is but Renslayer seems to play a very important role in his plan). What if the Kang we saw was the nice Kang though? Would he plan everything up to a point where another universial war would break out because he might know that there is indeed something/someone out there who could end it and therefore, possibly end Kang as a whole or create a new kind of system revolving around the universe? And therefore, get rid of the possibility of another universial war happening? Who knows. I am definitely overthinking and reaching at this point. One more thing that stood out to me while thinking about the episode again today (which kinda weighs more into my theory of Sylvie being a keypoint (or rather a puppet) in this plan): Kang has talked about his Tempad and that he knew that he would need it to have enough energy. But for what? Yes, his initial idea was to give it to Loki and Sylvie to rule over the TVA, but what if it was supposed to be used for another reason? Sylvie used it to transport Loki back to the TVA (though I kinda think he was accidentally transported to another timeline, hence the reactions of both Mobius and Hunter B-15) and therefore get rid of the only thing that could prevent Sylvie from killing Kang. The Tempad was used to secure Sylvie's path and therefore eradicated Kang's only option of safety. You can see the Tempad loosing it's glow after Kang was killed, possibly due to Kang himself being the origin of it's energy. But maybe, it only had enough energy for one specific action: getting rid of Kang's protection. I do think that Sylvie is now stuck at this place and somehow has to find a way back to Loki's reality. The Tempad clearly doesn't work anymore (at least in my opinion) and there was quite a long shot showing the Tempad up close, which is kinda suspicious tbh. Also, something regarding Sylvie's unanswered nexus event feels kinda odd to me, too.

My theory in conclusion: Sylvie (and Loki) are unconciously helping Kang with his plan (a big, big, BIG plan). They're his puppets, especially Sylvie, because she's the one who created the Multiverse to begin with. Think about Loki, who was said to be manipulated by Thanos in Avengers? It's basically the same train of thoughts.

Sylvie does not take Kang's offer into consideration

To be honest, this was something to be absolutely expected of her. Sylvie was kidnapped as a child, taken away from her home and family, and had to grow up in countless apocalypses where she could never form a real bond with anybody because she knew that those people were all going to die anyway. (Please don't judge me if I got that wrong, maybe I understood the next thing wrong? Idk, if so, I'm very sorry) She revealed that she was kidnapped way before Loki was even born (something I have to think about, too, because, if Loki is the actual Loki the other variants are based off, why did he exist after Sylvie? Wouldn't that make him a variant of Sylvie instead? Idk timelines and parallel universes are hard to understand for me :') I'm kinda stoopid ), therefore she must've had spent several decades of her life running away. She had no life at all. Her only goal was to bring down the TVA and whoever is behind it, driven by pure rage, seeking out revenge for stealing her life and basically forbidding her existence. And now that she has found said person, the only thing that'd be right for her character would be to go for the kill. As immoral as it may sound, it is the only thing that makes sense. And I am actually very happy that Sylvie's goals didn't change besides the fact that she did indeed soften up a little and has gotten someone really close to her. In contrary, it makes sense for Loki to do the exact opposite. His goals have changed. He does not act the way he did in Thor or Avengers anymore. He has found another goal for himself: to make Sylvie feel alright. He has had immense character growth and didn't take a chance to change his goals back in the Thor movies or in Avengers, (....maybe later in Thor: Ragnarok, kinda). This is exactly what I think might happen to Sylvie, too. She is at the beginning of her character arc. She doesn't take the chance to change her goal, but goes for her original goal instead. Said goal does not really have positive consequences (though, maybe it might have some? We're about to find out), which results in a so called 'negative character development', which Loki has already gone through. I think that Sylvie is gonna grow as a character in season 2 and get a positive character development in addition, just like Loki did. I highly doubt that she's gonna become the antagonist, it does not make sense at this point.

Why does she not take Kang's offer (besides her very obvious intention ofc)? That leads straight (or not so straight, pun intended) to the next thing I wanna talk about. Sylvie's distrust in everything and everyone. Besides not wanting to let other people go through what she has been gone through and wanting to let people have a free will, she also does not trust Kang with his offer of 'ruling' the timeline. And it might be because she also does not trust the one she'd be ruling with: Loki.

Why does Sylvie not trust Loki?

I don't even have a specific answer to that, except that Sylvie has an incredibly thick wall built up around her. Loki has always been portrayed as the one you should not trust because he's known for backstabbing people. Loki could have thought the same about Sylvie, but he didn't. Due to his character arc, he himself has learned to trust other people and tries to redeem himself with making himself a person others can trust (He may project that onto Sylvie, meaning that he puts his trust into a Loki variant and therefore in himself, too). You can connect that fact with both Sylvie and Mobius. They're both people who are incredibly important to Loki. He wants them to trust him. He openly told Sylvie about his mistakes and tells her that he's not that person anymore. Sylvie on the other hand does not trust that easily and is - in my opinion - a very important key regarding Loki's character development. It is incredibly hard for Sylvie to trust others (probably due to her trauma) and it therefore creates a very difficult situation for Loki, where he has to 'prove' himself as trustworthy. It's basically about 'trusting yourself' if you put it that way. It's something Loki has to learn about himself: not betraying the trust of others. Sylvie might have to learn something like this, too: learning to trust someone else. It's kinda like a two sided coin - one side is about putting trust in others, whereas the other is about gaining trust from others (and what you do with it). (Good) Relationships in general are always based off trust and honesty. So in order for them to be able to have healthy relationships with others and themselves, they have to learn about trust within themselves (I hope you understand my point, I got carried away, sorry). Loki started to trust Sylvie very easily (maybe because of love? Maybe because of something else? There are still a lot of unanswered questions) whereas Sylvie doesn't trust Loki very easily. Sylvie's character arc might (hopefully) carry on with this topic in the next season.

Was that kiss initiated due to emotional or practical reasons?

Kinda both, somehow. I do think that Sylvie used the kiss to her advantage but you can also clearly see how moved she is while hearing Loki's words. Facial expressions are insanely important when it comes to acting and both Tom and Sophia delivered perfectly. You might've already heard of the quote "The eyes tell more than words could ever say". Look at Sylvie's face when Loki tells her that he wants her to be okay. She is teary eyed, sighs even. She is indeed touched by his words and I strongly think that Sylvie also has non-platonic feelings for Loki, despite barely showing anything.

Here's a snippet out of an interview with Sophia:

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Both Sylvie and Loki are said to be people who can not trust others. They both have a vulnerable side though. Loki clearly showed that several times when with Sylvie (singing to her, the blanket scene, the comfort scene in the room of the timekeepers, the confession of wanting her to be okay) and is also shown incredibly vulnerable at the end of episode 6: there are several shots showing him, crying. Sure, we have already seen Loki cry a few times beforehand but this time, it's different. He cries because the one person he is the most vulnerable with doesn't trust him, and that does hurt like hell. By the way, if you look at the close-up shot of Sylvie after she yeeted Loki back into the TVA, you can see pain in her eyes, too. But that pain quickly shifts into rage and determination. Something that I have to admit was incredibly well executed by Sophia and the people who directed this shot. Sylvie does show her vulnerable side for a brief moment before putting up her walls again and reaching for her goal.

In conclusion: I think Sylvie initiated the kiss as an emotional response to Loki's words but also used it to distract him to be able to kick him back into the TVA at the same time. Keep in mind that it was because he was in her way of fullfilling her goal. She didn't want to kill or hurt him, so she sent him away instead. So, yes, I think the kiss had both emotional and practical intentions.

Did Sylvie betray Loki?

Even though it really felt like she betrayed him, she didn't. Let me tell you why:

Loki knew exactly what Sylvie was gonna do after reaching the person behind the TVA. Loki supported her all the way up until Kang suggested a deal to them, that's where Loki's and Sylvie's paths divided. Loki is a very smart character, he outsmarts a lot of Marvel characters and therefore I think it's very in character for him to consider one part of the deal and outweigh the pros and cons. Not because he wants the throne, no, but because he wants Sylvie to be okay. A universial war could lead to countless casualties - possibly those people close around him, so of course he would want to keep her safe through that decision. Making them both rulers over the TVA and the sacred timeline would probably guarantee a strong protection from several threats. Also, maybe he thought about the possibility of Sylvie regretting her decision (which she clearly did in the end) and wanted to protect her from even more emotional pain. But as we know, Sylvie's intention has always been laid out in front of her and it didn't change. Loki knew what choice she was going to make and merely tried to change her way - without being successfull.

I don't really know what to think about this scene though. To me, it doesn't meet the requirements of a 'betrayal' but at the same time it does feel like one. It's very difficult to explain :'D

Also, I've seen some people asking themselves how or if Loki will ever be able to forgive Sylvie for making her decision. Let me assure you one thing: he will forgive her. He has said it himself: "I know what you're feeling, I know what you're going through". He has been at Sylvie's point, too. Not only once, but several times already. He seems to have learned from his mistakes, Sylvie has yet to do so. ("I betrayed everyone I've ever loved" is a line to keep in mind now, too. Maybe it could even be projected onto Sylvie this time, because Loki is indeed very dear to her) If there's someone out there who can empathise with Sylvie the most, it is Loki.

Why would Sylvie straight up cause another Universial War?

As I already said. Sylvie's arc is a negative character arc. It does not end well and causes a lot of chaos. Think about Peter Quill in Infinity War and his rage moment on Titan. They could have had the infinity gauntlet way before but Peter got emotional (understandable) and therefore destroyed the chance of an early good ending. The same happened with Sylvie. Her decision was mostly emotional, but also practical on the other hand (giving people free will and freedom). She will face the consequences and I'm pretty sure she's gonna redeem herself and tries to help fix the big mess she has caused.

Sylvie's breakdown

Another scene that was absolutely brilliant was the scene after Sylvie has killed Kang. She backs off slowly and then slumps to the ground, breathing heavily (now that I think about it, I think she even started to cry). She has waited for this moment her whole life, but now that it's done, it kinda feels like she didn't exactly get what she needed. Hunter B-15 has already mentioned it before that Sylvie needs to hunt the person behind the TVA down, unlike Renslayer, who only wants to find out who it really is. Although Sylvie might have recognized that this wasn't everything she needed at this point. We already got to know that she didn't have a clue what to do after she's done with the TVA. She didn't have a goal beyond that. And now that she has reached the point where she is clueless, she might have recognized what she really needed beyond finishing her goal: friends, a life, literally anything that doesn't make her feel alone. And she literally just kicked that one thing away from her. Loki, the one person who has been closest to her and gave her the feeling of not being alone anymore, the feeling of having a friend (or someone more than a friend), has been pushed away by herself. I think that in this exact moment where she sinks to the ground she recognizes that not trusting Loki was a mistake this time and that revenge isn't enough to satisfy her forever.

But maybe that one thing that will satisfy her for a long time is something she's returning back to in season 2. I am so excited to see her again and find out more about Sylvie's character!

Thank you so much for reading this! If you want to add something to this list or correct something or anything, feel free to do so. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Sylvie's character in the finale and what you think might happen with her in season 2 :) see y'all, stay safe and have a nice day/night!

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