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ma1dita · 2 months

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omggg hope you had a great birthday!! do u mind writing a remus x reader who realize there’s smth more than friends between them, thank youuu

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remus lupin x reader

a/n: gn!reader truly idk how this escaped me. me writing for my long lost husband in the year of our lord 2024?? this was so fun it felt like reuniting with an ex anyways fluff incoming

wc: don't... look at me... 1.3k

“So?”

“So what, Prongs?” Remus huffs, flipping through a textbook. Merlin knows why he even tries to study in the common room with the boys when all they do is badger him about nonsense.

“So are you and your little friend, well…more than friends? You two are attached at the hip, so where’d the little one run off to?” James teases, whacking his best mate with a throw pillow, “Get tired of you moaning and groaning about prefect duties?”

Well, that’s…you’re definitely not nonsense.

Remus blinks, brushing his hair away from his face and glaring at James before elbowing him straight in the gut. Tosser he is, acting like he knows anything about you or relationships in general when he’s been pining after Lily for years now.

You two are just friends.

Sirius lets out a loud laugh from his place at Remus’ feet. He’s leaning against the arm of the sofa, looking up at the sandy-haired boy with a cock-eyed grin, “If they were more than friends, Moony’s moaning and groaning would be appreciated and reciprocated, don’t you think?”

Peter snickers from the loveseat across the table. It doesn’t help with Remus’ mood, so he buries his head deeper into the boring History of Magic text, grumbling, “Don’t be crass. Just friends, is all. Don’t look too hard into it or you’ll melt what’s left of your brains.”

The three instigators look at each other, before looking back at their best friend. Just friends, he says. Sure, Remus’s the nicest guy around—a prefect even; the one that people count on to be the most morally sound out of all of them, the guy that people borrow notes from, politely laughs at jokes and makes people feel included in conversations. Sure, friends—they can believe that! Everyone wants to be Moony’s friend. But it’s the way they’ve seen him treat you that stands out.

Remus usually lags behind them now, breaking apart their formation in the halls (and yes, Sirius likes to be at the front of the diamond), pushing Peter up so he can wait for you after class. Also, anyone that could distract him from taking notes in Arithmancy is surely a force to be reckoned with (and a threat to Peter’s grades). He’s even gone as far as sidling up next to you during Potions and breaking their age-old rotation of picking partners since their first year (which left James with a botched Aging Potion, and Lily laughing at him as he limped out of class with graying hair and a hunchback).

So things were different nowadays, but one thing is for sure: Remus Lupin’s favorite game is being in denial.

“Maybe your friend knows about your furry little problem, Moons. Surely you really don’t think you’re gonna get any studying done with us?” James chuckles, before pushing his glasses up to clearly see the blush blossoming on Remus’s cheeks. Though it might also be anger, he couldn’t really tell—they’ve never seen him like this, ever; so blatantly obvious with how he feels about you even though he’d never admit it. It was quite refreshing to remember that Remus is still a normal teenage boy.

“You’re right, Prongs,” he huffs.

“I am?”

“I don’t know why I even bothered to try and study with you lot if all of you are too focused on me instead of studying!” Remus is shoving his books into his knapsack as the boys continue to rib at him to get him to stay. This essay isn’t going to write itself.

“Just playing, Moons!”

“Yeah mate, if you need an actual study date we know that’s not us, just hang around!”

Remus sighs as he’s looking at his friends' shit-eating grins as they go around him showing each other the map and pointing at something.

“What now?”

There’s a knock at the portrait, and the Fat Lady’s shrill voice could be heard from where they were sitting. Peter jumps up, sticking his face over the enchanted parchment as he giggles a bit like a schoolgirl, “It’s for you. Your friend’s outside.” They all cheer and laugh at Remus shaking his head, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder walking quickly away from them.

When he sees you chatting with the Fat Lady, it’s almost as if he’s in a stupor, studying every inch of your face until your eyes finally meet his and you grin and wave at him.

Just friends, he reminds himself.

“Hey Rem! Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the library together?”

Your voice is a treat in itself, he thinks—the lilt and manner of it so sweet and rich it almost reminds him of his favorite chocolate.

Good thing he has a sweet tooth.

Walking down the hallway together your hand bumps into his several times in passing, fingers ghosting against each other as if they were dancing, too close and then too far. Friends can hold hands right? Remus’s heart flutters as he thinks of the possibility like solving an Arithmancy problem. He supposes the boys and him don’t necessarily hold hands, but he imagines holding yours would be way nicer.

Is he sweating?

His palms are sweaty, forget it, and you’re just friends! You’re telling him about your day like you both haven’t seen each other in years, but he even sat by you at lunch earlier, much to the rest of the Marauders’ surprise. Though Remus supposes you could even make Divination sound interesting—maybe even make him look in the stupid tea leaves to see if you’re in his future, furry little problem and all. He realizes he’s been staring a second too long, bumping into you lightly as you stop in front of the library.

“Haha, you okay? You’re quiet today, Rem. Something on your mind?”

A lot about you, apparently, thanks to his meddling friends.

Remus scratches the nape of his neck as he grimaces, cheeks reddening again and instead of a response, he opens the door for you and puts his finger to his mouth as if to say “Shhhh….” before Madam Pince starts a fit at either of you. That, or him actually having to say how he feels.

How he feels… Well…shit.

You make a beeline for an open table near the corner, tugging at his wrist like it’s not making his heart beat out of his chest and Remus tries to compose himself, but then you look at him with your pretty fluttering eyelashes and he knows he’s utterly fucked. Pulling out your chair for you, you squeeze his arm in thanks and scooch your chair closer to his.

“Rem?”

“Hmm?” he responds, a strangled noise crawling up his throat as he coughs slightly, his arm landing on the back of your chair before he panics then realizes he’d look like an arse for pulling away.

Not that he wants to.

“How did you know?”

His heart genuinely stops. There’s no way you’ve caught on that quickly—especially not with him just realizing how he feels about you, his friend that he wants to be more and there is nothing casual about what he wants to d—

“How’d you know I was at the common room? You walked out just as I was about to walk in, I thought it was kinda funny,” you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear and he takes a deep breath.

You’re just friends. But he definitely wants to be more.

“The boys told me it was you,” Remus says, chewing on his lip, “Apparently they had a feeling.”

And now, so does he.

What’s worse is that Remus hates admitting when they’re right (which is rare enough in itself, he’ll never hear the end of it from their inflated egos).

What’s worst of all is that for the first time in his Hogwarts career, Remus Lupin ends up submitting an essay late.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ #made by ma1dita ♥︎#remus lupin fluff #marauders era

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mischiefmaker615 · 4 months

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Stress Management

Rating: PG13

Summary: Loki always notices when you're stressed, so what is he going to do about it?

Requested By: @eleniblue

Your finger tips lightly press into your temple with a rotating motion to try to ease the headache that threatened to appear. Your eyes stayed glued to the computer screen and your body in a hunched position as your brain stayed focused on studying. What time was it? did you eat? Did you go to bed at all? Nothing seemed to come to mind in remembrance, the only thing you had your focus on, was work.

Honestly you did this to yourself, but you were a caver. Many asked a lot of you, how could you possibly let them down and say no? well now you practically shot yourself in the foot with the amount of work you thought you could handle.

A pair of smooth, long hands rested against your shoulders, causing you to jerk as you practically gasped at the sudden interruption. Your thoughts and awareness seemed to snap to attention as your focus switched at the intrusion. Before you could say anything in panic, a hand gently clamped over your mouth to silence you, along with a low shushing against your ear.

‘’relax darling, it’s only me’’

Your body instantly relaxed at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and he immediately released your mouth, hands returning to your shoulders from behind you.

‘’you nearly scared me to death Loki’’ you scolded with a sigh, releasing your pent-up frustration as your eyes traveled back to your computer screen.

‘’what are you working on that brings yourself to neglect your personal needs darling?’’ he asked, his eyes moving to the screen before him in mild interest but traveled back down to you when the knowledge was foreign to him.

‘’just work.. lots of it..’’ you sighed and stretched, earning a satisfying pop from most of your joints before you felt his fingers and palms begin to knead the muscles between your shoulders and neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you bit your lip at the pleasure.

‘’it is necessary than the amount required of you?’’ he asked, almost already knowing the answer as you hesitated.

‘’.. they asked me, and I accepted.’’

You could almost feel Loki shaking his head as he walked around you to pull up a chair, turning yours to the side so you were facing him, earning a small whine that he was taking you away from your work.

‘’what is that?’’

The sudden question as he gazed at your face made you raise a brow at exactly what he was talking about. ‘’what do you mean?’’

‘’your stress darling, I could see it all over your beautiful face’’ he sighed, almost a ‘poor thing’ attitude as he cupped your cheeks.

‘’I’m fine, just a few knots here and there in my shoulders but my face is-‘’

‘’you may not see it darling, but I do. When you are fully invested in something and in pure concentration, the world is blocked out and you scrunch your features. You may not know it, but you do.’’ He explained gently as his thumbs began stroking your cheeks.

You blinked at him as he spoke, feeling fine than what he was telling you but.. more than half the time, he was right. No one paid better attention to you than Loki, he saw every detail of what you do.. almost to much when sometimes you think he was staring right into your very soul. From biting your nails when you were nervous, to shaking when you were excited and glancing to the left whenever you tried to lie. He saw it all.

‘’I’ll be fine, I just need to finish and then I can relax..’’

‘’when will you finish?’’

The hesitation confirmed you didn’t even know, thus having a lot to try to accomplish. Loki was no buying it. slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there before pulling away to move to a different spot above your brow.

The action made your thighs press together and a blush come to your cheeks as you closed your eyes, resting your hands on his knees as he used his hands at your cheeks to lean you more forward. ‘’L-Loki.. I need to get back to work..’’

‘’you need a healthy break, and what better break to fix this issue than with me helping you to relax..’’ it wasn’t a question as he dragged his lips to your temple, humming almost at the taste of you and the feeling of your smooth skin against his lips as he repeated the same action on the other side.

Your mind seemed to melt, your thoughts dissipating as he kissed at your cheeks, his hands running down to begin massaging your shoulders. all thoughts of work were gone, any thought really as your mind focusing on the feeling of pleasure he was giving you.

‘’relax darling, all will be well’’ he assured as his thumbs worked at a few knots at your neck while his lips finally pressed against your own, brushing them first in a small tease before deepening it with a slight lean forward.

Your hands traveled to rest against his shoulders, feeling how his lips caressed your own before his tongue ran slowly across your bottom lip. You immediately gave him access and he happily obliged as he massaged your tongue with his own, earning a moan from you. You felt him smile against your lips, giving you finally a moment to catch your breath before he kissed your forehead one more time before pulling back to gaze upon you.

‘’there you are darling, stress relieved and relaxed.’’ He praised and cupped your face again. ‘’please darling, don’t bite off more than you can chew.’’

You couldn’t help but get cheeky as you smiled ‘’well what if I wish for another session of stress management?’’

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle as he suddenly pulled you out of your chair with his hands at your thighs and switched you over onto his lap so you were swaddling him.

‘’then I suppose darling I’ve got some more work for you to do..’’

#loki x reader smut #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki smut #lokifluff #loki

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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okay, but like, imagine eddie had this really important test coming up in like a week, and he needed to study, but could not for the life of him start. he just couldn’t, his brain wouldn’t allow him.

but the second you offer him an incentive, saying something like if he passes he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants to you in the bedroom, you best expect this man to become einstein over night.

and when he hands you that test paper back with a big, shiny, red B? get ready for the night of your life. i’m talking thigh riding, edging, overstimulation, HANDCUFFS, the whole fucking thing.

eddie munson has completely taken over my mind.

OKAY BUT YES I CAN DEFINITELY SEE THIS

we all know he's a super senior for a reason, and i think it has more to do with slacking than understanding of the material. we know he's really intelligent, so i think it's more a buckling down issue than anything. then you come into his life during your first & only senior cycle, and you take a shine to him. you offer to tutor him, and those weekly sessions soon turn into a full-blown relationship. which made things a lot harder when he was supposed to be studying or doing homework, but you managed to hold out on him until he was done for the evening.

then the time comes for finals, when he has to really crack down if he wants to actually graduate this time. that's when you give him the incentive, telling him that nothing is off limits in bed if he passes that final and gets to walk that stage. let's just say that changes his tune really fucking fast, and you've never seen him hit those books harder than after that. and guess what? it fucking works. he announces to you that he got a B on mrs. o'donnell's final, which is what he needed to graduate. he presents the test to you as a knight would present a sword, on one knee with his head bowed and test extended to you. you're fucking proud of him, and tell him that tonight, anything he wants to do can be done. it's time to celebrate, and you're ready to hold up your end of the bargain.

it starts off with you grinding on his thigh. he's still fully clothed while you're undressed, hands cuffed behind your back as you glide along his clothed leg. he takes your hips and guides you, making you grind your clit against the bigger part of his thigh, swiveling your hips as you whine at the friction of the denim. he isn't satisfied until you've completely soaked his thigh with your first orgasm of the night, his mouth on your nipple as your cunt worked along his leg, your hands pulling at the cuffs behind your back. but of course, he isn't done with you; not by a long shot.

after that, he makes you sit on his face. he eats your pussy with fervor, big brown eyes looking up at you as he does so. his tongue pushes inside of you, lips & tongue massaging your wet, overcharged folds as he moans. you're whining, wanting so desperately to touch him, but he won't give in. he holds you firmly on his face as he eats your pussy, sucking on your clit so hard that you start seeing stars. you feel another orgasm coming, but before it does, eddie throws you onto your back and hovers over you with a smirk.

"no," he says. "you're not going to cum again yet. you're going to have to wait for that."

"but--" you begin, but eddie shushes you.

"no," he repeats. "not yet. you told me that i could do whatever i wanted tonight, right? well, this is what i want to do. i want you to be a begging, soaking, sobbing mess for me, y/n."

it's really hard to complain then, because he's got two fingers pushed as deeply as possible into your cunt. you're moaning, trembling as you try to hold back a climax that's creeping up on you. the coil in your lower belly is so tight that it hurts, and you're whining as you beg him again to cum. he laughs, rotating his fingers inside of you for a moment before fucking you on them as roughly as possible. the calloused tips curl against your g-spot, and you cry out as you feel your pussy clenching.

"wanna cum?" eddie taunts, pouting at you as he kisses you feverishly.

"mmm hmm," you hum as he draws back, looking at him in desperation. "please..."

"not yet," he says, withdrawing his fingers. so much wetness comes with them, and his fingers are sticky with your juices. "fuck, look at that. look how fucking wet you are right now."

"if i knew that you were going to be so mean, i never would have helped you," you tease, watching as he pulls his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean.

"oh, yes, you would have," he says, moaning as your taste floods his tongue. "shit, i can never get enough of how sweet your pussy is."

"eddie," you whine. "can you at least uncuff me?"

"soon," he says, grabbing your vibrator that he had nearby and turning it on. he holds it to your clit, cooing at you as he kisses you as hard as he can. "cum."

the words vibrate against your lips, and the toy barely touches your clit for more than a few seconds before you release. but even though you cum, eddie still keeps the toy against your pussy, even pushing it inside of you as you claw at your own palms, needing him to get you out of those cuffs more than you need air. he coaxes two more orgasms out of you just with the vibrator, and then he's forcing you to your knees. you know what he's wanting, and your cunt throbs at the very thought of it. you look up at him, and he tugs his aching, leaking erection from his pants before slapping it across your face.

"suck me off, baby," he says, holding your head up by your hair. "if you do it well enough, maybe i'll fuck you without the cuffs. if you don't...let's just say, you might not like what comes next."

you feel more wetness pooling between your legs, slicking your inner thighs as you whine. "whatever you want," you say, running your tongue along the big vein on the underside. "after all, this is your reward."

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader

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mr-clow · 5 months

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Ensemble 2: Greed and Politics. Part 1:

Quatl was disappointed. As a representative of the Gubni he had planned every move he and other representatives in the galactic council would make. It was easy to trick humanity’s delegate, so the other species could have a meeting to vote for the reclamation of several human colonies and distribute them between the other species. As he knew, the only ones against it were the KalHals, they were too attached to humanity, and the fact that those furred Sanaris held their vote and ended abstaining to take a position was also inside his calculations.

Even then, he had studied every other specie, and made whatever arrangements were needed to have the majority approval. The Rajne have been in this since the beginning, those tall humanoid shaped herbivores gave him the creeps, but they were as good as him to handle the council and both species coveted new systems, worlds and resources the humans had conquered through their unstoppable conviction. The SavJok and Naba never had a good relationship with humanity, as they had grave issues in the past and were glad to dismantle the human expansionist machine. They also chipped in with ships and military forces, as well the BitiOng who were always hungry for more space to reproduce and consume as any insect specie. The avians were scared, and they simply vote to avoid conflict directed to them, but they would not help, any species that had a depredatory past made them cringe and humans were the case. What Quatl could not stop wandering was why the Spin’d rejected the proposal. He had bought the delegated weeks before, those arachnids were easily convinced. The Spin’d delegate had got permission even to dispose a few hundred ships and their tribulation to the cause, and the morning of the proposal he renounced and was replaced by a totally new delegate that not only voted against the proposal but defended humanity.

Quatl stood and served himself another glass of water with added nutrients. It tasted awful, but being a council delegate didn’t allow him to pass a month with his legs buried to absorb nutrients from the soil. His several roots tapped the floor as he walked around his office and went out to the cells below the council. He cleared his mind of any doubts as he knew humanity could not win against five entire empires from different species, but still needed to understand why humanity had stopped fighting two rotations ago and retreated as they could to their home system without even trying to fight. That was not planned, nor expected, humans always fought, to death and beyond. Suddenly, they only fought for nine of their rotations and retreated without any notice, even the cries for peace from their calls stopped. Total and absolute radio silence.

Michael was tired and hurt, he tried to beak at least one of those dirty branches from Quatl when he heard what was proposed and approved in a session he was not notified. Several guards stopped him, gave him a beating and threw him in this dirty cell. He wasn’t able to notify anyone to prepare for the joint attack and he was sure that his team suffered the same luck as him or worse. As the countless possibilities consumed his mind an echo reached him and he knew Quatl decided to appear after ten days or so, keeping track of the time was difficult here.

Quatl – I see that the guards could have beaten you more, I regret stopping them so soon now.

The voice, dubbed by the translator that was placed over Michael’s ear, gave him nausea, there was nothing in the whole universe he hated more than this guy. As Michael saw something that might have been a mythological dryad, he stood, only to tower over this dirty tree with brains and spat through the laser bars that held him prisoner.

Michael – I would love to see if your people are as flammable as the vegetation from my world.

Quatl – Don’t waste your energy, human, it is useless. The only thing that you can get right now is a bit of information from humanity if you answer my question.

Michael – So, the almighty flower pot wants my help now. Tell me, what keeps your roots outside the dirt for so long.

Quatl – Mock me to your heart contempt, I’m free in the end. Now tell me two things, why did humanity kept their inner worlds so lightly guarded, it is not common for your species to lack military power everywhere you go.

Michael – You attacked directly the inner worlds? And you ask me this!? What’s wrong with you, those are mainly civilian worlds!!

Quatl - Human worlds for what I care. Why were they unguarded?

Michael – Mainly because no one would be so stupid, coward or dishonourable to attack those worlds.

Quatl – Ha! Really, you are so naive? And even after only nine days you start to retire, running away to Sol system cowardly?

Michael – Wait, what?

Quatl – Yes, humanity is surrendering their worlds, leaving them behind and running back without giving any fight.

Michael – That, you disposable piece of timber, I won’t believe. I know who we are, and we would never retreat like that.

Quatl – So, you don’t know why, too. This might be a problem and I’m loosing time.

Quatl left, leaving the human screaming things he didn’t care to hear. He needed to warn the others, but warn them of what, he wondered. The war was going so well that they were almost a quarter of a cycle ahead of schedule (Around hundred and fifty human rotations). They expected high losses in the first cycle, but humans barely gave fight the first rotations and suddenly they started retreating. He remembered that centuries ago humanity did several sneak attacks against the SavJok, this might be the case again. He started cunning how to convince the other species of this and to crush humanity until nothing was left of them. Quatl approached Kiltnik office as he needed to share this with the Rajne delegate.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #humans are space orcs #humans are space aussies #The bloody imperatrix

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zukkaoru · 2 months

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nikolai and teruko for the hc ask game..?

nikolai

Sexuality Headcanon: i don't think he labels his sexuality bc he doesn't seem like the sort to like labels sfdgfhk the hc i have written down for him in my doc is "silly & fruity" which. is probably about what his answer would be if you asked him his sexuality

Gender Headcanon: same as above; i don't think he labels it beyond "not cis" + along with that, any pronouns nikolai is something that has been rotating in my mind recently

A ship I have with said character: (fyo)nikonathan. thanks to nikonathan ceo louie <3

A BROTP I have with said character: i mean. nikolai and kenji. i did write 22k words about them. also nikolai & sigma! and nikolai & dazai can be so fun as well (emergency number laizai is sooo wonderful omg i love them)

A NOTP I have with said character: i don't think i have any? at least not any that are popular ships lol

A random headcanon: he likes embroidery,, i don't have any real reason for this; it just showed up in my nikolai & kenji fic and i was like. yeah. so true op

General Opinion over said character: he is SO fascinating. i want to study him like a bug i want to dissect his brain i want to put him in a jar and shake him around i want to peel back all of his layers like an onion until his raw core is on display and i want to poke it until he breaks

teruko

Sexuality Headcanon: bi maybe? alloaro perhaps? but probably actually it's "i'm too busy with my job to think about that rn" <- has been saying that for 30+ years

Gender Headcanon: i don't really have one for her

A ship I have with said character: also don't really have any ships for her,, i think she probably had some feelings for fukuchi but i don't Ship them

A BROTP I have with said character: all of the hunting dogs but especially tachihara!! also i think about teruko & sigma in last train home a lot. ALSO also i think she and elise should meet. i want to lock them in a room together just to see what happens

A NOTP I have with said character: all of them? idk like i said i don't really ship her with anyone but also i've only seen maybe one teruko ship so there aren't any popular ones that i actively dislike either

A random headcanon: she gives surprisingly good and wise advice, but only to people she cares about. tachihara is the most frequent recipient of it, but tecchou and jouno and even fukuchi have all found themselves looking to her for help when they need it. however, she usually has to (lovingly) bully them before she says anything helpful

General Opinion over said character: she's a queen. an icon. she probably gets unfounded hate bc she's a female character which means i have to love her even more out of spite. "annoying" female characters i still love you even when the fandom doesn't <333

#these two characters are both sooo interesting i really hope we get to see more of them #and nikolai especially has been occupying my brain space lately i have. so many thought abt him #ik my last two fics are pretty focused on him but agh i need to write MORE #ty for the ask!!#valleykey #ask game

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littledreamling · 2 years

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Something that's been rotating in my mind like pastas in a microwave lately is : how does Hob's brain, and particularly his memory, works with his elongated life ?

this is prompted by one of your latest reblogs regarding Hob's memory, the fact that's you're actually a student of science, and because I'm pretty sure you wrote or reblogged material for an AU in which Hob became a neurosurgeon instead of a History professor in modern days, which leads him to study people suffering of the sleepy sickness, which in turns leads him to Dream's identity, or something, but I cannot find it again on your blog and maybe I'm mistaken and this sounds completely out of the blue, apologies

Because, correct me if I'm mistaken but our brains aren't fully developed until ~30 years old, which is why it's easier to learn during this period of our lives. But then it retains a considerable plasticity and we may reprogram entire neural pathways for purpose they weren't initially generated to fulfill still (like when someone goes blind and they develop extremely acute hearing or sense of touch because the part of their brain previously alloted to vision has been reprogrammed for hearing/touch instead). Right ?

Which means Hob's brain and memory is functioning just as fine as any 33 years-old's, since he is sparred the decay of his grey cells. But also ... Hob's brain, and memory is, ultimately, finite. There's only so much grey matter his skull can hold !!

He has probably started establishing sorts of "well-memorising" rituals at one point in his life, to make sure not to forget certain precious memories ... and it's probably a non-negligible reason why he got into History too !! He gets to make a living out of churning and reflecting on the past and keeping it vivid.

But there are also parts of his brain, memories and skills that necessarily get overwritten by new memories and skills ? And of course, our brains aren't like hard drives, entire sections of his memory wouldn't suddenly be wiped out. Some memories and skills would simply wither away at the outskirt of his brain, rustying until they get vacuumed into oblivion ... but what do I know about how amnesia work ?? I'm just a Japanese undergraduate and a librarian who writes !!

But combining that with a warped sense of time passing ... Hob used to be excellent on horseback. Of course, he's ridden more horses than any rider throughout his life as a soldat and a bandit, and later as a knight. Sure his title was honorary, and he was no longer a warrior then, but one didn't carve out a niche in England's nobility for themselves, let alone hosted the Queen, without virtosity in horseback fox-hunting.

Then time passes, centuries come and go, and it's been a small eternity since Hob last rode a horse. And he misses it, but he's a busy man, and one does business much more easily inside of a coach than on a horse's back. Plus it's fine, riding a horse is like riding a bike, one simply doesn't forget how to once they've learnt it. Speaking of which, bikes are fantastic !! Such elaborate mechanic would have looked like witchcraft to actually-33-years-old-Hob and yet, it's one about anyone can afford in these days and age ...

Before he realises, centuries have passed without riding a horse. And then Hob finds himself invited to monitor a Renaissance Fair as an historian, and there is jousting on the program, and he somehow finds himself arguing with the knight-wanabees over the inaccuracy of their horses' harnessing, and all they can respond is that historically-accurate harnessing wouldn't be safe for them to ride with, and Hob finds himself oddly riled up by this, and he might not say it, but he thinks loud that "Ah ! Back in my days, people didn't need all of that frill, because we knew how to ride horses," as he climbs on one, intending on demonstrating the ease of today's riders ... and almost breaks his arm in his fall upon a few steps from his mount.

Hob Gadling might know how to ride a bike nowadays, but no longer a horse ...

Uh I might have wandered off a bit here, but my point is, for all the enthusiasm Hob carry with him throughout his immortality, an abundance of oblivion for an abundance of novelty and experiences is a price of which payment he cannot escape.

And that is quite dampening ... but I had to inflict this upon you because I want to hear your thoughts on it Ꮚ•ꈊ•Ꮚ

I’m actually screaming and crying about this, you have no idea. I’m going to try to keep this short because I have about four projects due tomorrow so I can’t devote an hour to pouring my heart and soul into this ask like I want to but this is actually making me go feral!!

First and foremost, I should say that… we don’t really know how memory works in the first place, even in regular humans. I mean yeah, we understand that memories go to short term and then get transported to long term, and there’s a whole lot that goes into that, but it’s kind of a squiggly, imprecise method (and I’m sure there are others who could offer far more insight than me, and I’d love to hear it!) so comparing Hob’s memory to ours is a little difficult, to say the least. But let’s for the moment, assume that his memory works the same way: he can only hold so much information in his brain. You’re absolutely correct about the brain’s plasticity and the fact that Hob would’ve been given his immortality pretty much at the height of his brain’s functioning power (as long as you subscribe to the headcanon that he was ~30-35 at the time of his and Dream’s first meeting) so yeah, he’d have a pretty good memory! But like you said, not infinite. He’s only human, after all, and this is where I blacked out and my angst brain took off in leaps and bounds (sorry @levi1088 for spamming you out of the blue and also making you sad, I’m about to do it again) because thinking about Hob’s memory, about what he’s lived through and lost and forgotten will always make me feel like my ribs are being ripped from my chest, so I’m going to endeavor to make you feel the same way because I’m evil like that

I can’t even begin to fathom all of the things Hob has forgotten over the centuries. Names, places, skills, scents. He always told himself that he’d never forget the sound of a blade being unsheathed or the gasp of air that a man makes when his lungs have been punctured, but he eventually does. When he watches period war movies, he criticizes the sound effects, claiming inaccuracy, but he also can’t remember what it really sounded like, only that it didn’t sound like that. He told himself he’d never forget his sisters’ names, but he forgot them long before he learned his letters (working at a printing press doesn’t necessarily mean he knew the words he was printing, especially because the majority of what he would’ve printed would’ve been in Latin, not English) and with no records, their very existence has disappeared into smoke and grave dirt. Can you imagine the moment when he realized he couldn’t remember his mother’s face? Or Eleanor’s? Or Robyn’s? When he realized he could no longer remember the scent of his childhood home or the sound of his father’s laugh?

His memory isn’t any better than ours! And I’d like to comfort you (and myself) by saying that Dream could conjure up those things in the Dreaming, but he can only draw from memory; once Hob no longer remembers it, it’s gone forever. AND THEN!! The warping of memories!! Every time you remember something, it gets rewritten in your mind, so even if Hob remembered every detail about his life (which we’ve already established that he doesn’t), he probably only thinks he does, because those early memories have been warped beyond belief. And he can’t go back and check because his parents were nobodies, his siblings all died in the plague, his friends died in war. None of them got portraits painted of them, none of them could afford the paper to keep diaries or sketchbooks. There’s absolutely no record of his childhood or home town or family or friends; he’s well and truly the only one left and god, doesn’t that just kill you?

But then (because I’m an incurable optimist and as much as I love angst, I love happy endings too) there’s always a silver lining. Hob is immortal. He’s lost everything. Every single item, every possession, every name, every single person except for one has been lost. He’s had six hundred years to come to terms with the fact that he will inevitably lose everything he currently has and that has to be okay. It has to be, because what other option does he have? He can’t be sentimental with objects because the constant sense of temporariness of every aspect of his life would drive him insane. Delirium would probably take up permanent residence at his flat if he constantly worried about everything he had lost over the course of his long life.

And I have to believe that this applies for memories, too. Hob strikes me as the type to let those kind of things roll off his shoulders like water. There’s nothing he can do about it, so why bother worrying about it? He lives his entire life in a completely transitory state; his memories are the least of his concern (as someone with pretty severe memory problems, this is a mindset that I have been forced to adopt because I, too, would drive myself absolutely insane trying to remember everything I had forgotten. If it’s important, it’ll come back to me, and if it doesn’t, someone will remind me. If neither of those happen, it’s usually none of my concern and 99% of the time, it never comes up again). And like, yeah, it sucks that he can’t remember his mother or his friends or his house, and he mourned those losses when they happened, but he’s constantly replacing those memories with new ones. He’s so invested and intrigued with the world around him and he’s always gaining new experiences; his memories come and go like the tides and he no longer gets upset at the loss of them, or at least, he no longer holds onto that mourning for longer than the emotion warrants; he grieves their absence and then he moves on.

Additionally, his memory might be finite, but the life lessons he’s learned and carried from one lifetime to the next are not. He doesn’t have to remember where he learned how to pick pockets to remember that he knows how to do it, if that makes sense. Some things transcend memory.

This might be a convoluted analogy, but I like to think of memory as a window looking into anroom with a timeline on the opposite wall. Wach person has a window to look through and they can only see the section of the timeline that corresponds to their life. The window can never get bigger, not for anyone. You can only hold a lifetime’s worth of memories. And the same goes for Hob; his window doesn’t stretch or expand any larger than anyone else’s, but it moves when no one else’s does. His window has the ability to slide along the wall, constantly replacing the memories that disappear from view with new ones. We’re all stuck with the lifetime we have, with the memories that we can create in the 70-90 years that we have (if we’re lucky). We all have our window, it’s just that Hob has the ability to shift his window to a new perspective, a new era of time, a new life. And I think he would think that was pretty cool

#this gripped my heart with a death grip and I’ve been thinking about it nonstop for hours now #I wish I was more well-versed in psychology so I could do this ask justice with over-education like I can with historical accuracy #sadly you all get just a normal amount of knowledge and lots of angsty thoughts about Hob #thanks for the ask!#this was a great thought exercise and I’d love to see anyone expand on it!#oops I spent an hour on this anyway #the sandman #sandman netflix #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #dreamling #neil gaiman

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demonzoro · 6 months

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For the character asks, 25 + each of the supernovas? I don't remember if I've ever seen you talk abt them and I'm curious. Feel free to skip any you want/don't have much to say about!

OOOOOH how fun !! please keep in mind that my first impressions are me at eleven so there might be a bit of a jump LOL

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

LUFFY – (first impression) funny monkey guy who RULES!! my #1. i loved his conviction and sense of "right" being people should be free to do what they want. (now) FUNNY MONKEY GUY WHO RULES. idk what else to add his portrayal has been so consistent even over the years, and so has my delight in him :]

ZORO – (first impression) fun but not as cool as luffy. kind of faded into the background for me with luffy commanding most of my attention. don't really get his deal lol. (now) brain chemistry has been altered forever. somehow overtook luffy as my fave?? i don't even know how that happened. i want to be him, i want to be with him, i need to study him, i need to rotate him in my brain forever

BLACKBEARD – (first impression) surprisingly profound tenets about the age of dreams still being alive. still kind of a weird guy. i enjoyed that he and luffy were complete opposites in stupid ways but shared a core belief. (now) i need him dead. why are you as a man with a RAFT for a ship messing up everyone's business like that.

BEGE – (first impression) i genuinely thought the little guys he kept on him were just that size (like gulliver's travels-esque). yes i'm stupid but also i was eleven. (now) FAMILY MAN... i really love his godfather vibe and his role in whole cake. can't say no to a wife guy who is ruthless at his day job <3

BONNEY – (first impression) LOVE how loud and unapologetic she was. saluting her common sense rip zoro you could never be her. (now) intrigued w her backstory ... i've only gotten up to the part where she's seen what they've done to kuma... really excited to learn more abt what's up w that

HAWKINS – (first impression) cool asf powers.... is he just as cool... i will stay tuned to find out. (now) ngl he's a bit of a pathetic wet blanket to me but his whole vibe still goes hard.

APOO – (first impression) this guy is really annoying i need him outta here. (now) this guy is really annoying in the funniest possible ways. blow their ass up with piano!! tumpet!! BWAAA

KID – (first impression) LOOKS SCARY... really cool powers but kind of annoying :/ luffy is literally cooler than you. (now) i truly don't know his deal but i like his scrappiness and loyalty to his crew. his powers are REALLY cool.

KILLER – (first impression) masked character with curved blades on his arms. instantly fell in love. cooler than his captain, get him more panels please. (now) sorry for pitting you against kid like dat... do not separate these two... i was so sad to see him w his mask off :( like an angel w/o wings.... to me....

OROUGE – (first impression) you. are weird. (now) IS HE RELEVANT ANYWHERE? I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE HE'S AT.

X DRAKE – (first impression) COOL DESIGN... an ex-navy pirate was such an intriguing concept to me. i wonder if no-one can trust him because he turncoated the navy... (now) TRUST NO-ONE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR AGENDAS ARE. very intrigued to how his undercover thing with koby pans out ..... i think i'm two character revelations away from being obsessed w him

LAW – (first impression) genuinely unsettling but he looks like he fumbled his wardrobe so bad. already could feel like sliding off my psyche luffy is literally right there. (now) unfortunately obsessed w him. i want to make more art/fic for him bc i have very specific thoughts about what he did in the timeskip. he's also the right level of goofy balanced w edgy that makes him very endearing to me....

send me a character + a number from 1-26!

#SORRY IF I HATED ON A CHARA ANYONE LIKES...#im of the opinion that one piece can make me love any chara #gawd it's been awhile since i read sabaody #im sorry i don't have anything deep to say #also saint lore where i didn't think much of zoro at first #bhbhebfhebhbfhe <- guy who has no idea what's coming #umbrace-ramble #answered

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tinytinybumblebee · 8 months

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I’ve been rotating your Omeluum secretly using a pacifier since he can hide it in his tentacles thing in my mind for days… so here’s more babey squid idea because I love him:

Since Omeluum gave up his ring of mind shielding for Tav I feel like he’s gotten especially paranoid about being found out by elder brains now more than ever, especially with the impending Absolute crisis and everything. Blurg knows something’s up with him, even though Omeluum is a very hard and diligent worker, he’s been too occupied with his studies lately, even for him—he hasn’t even seen his companion so much as doze off for a few minutes in the recent days. Finally he confronts him about it because scholars stop other scholars from completely burning themselves out and Ome reveals that he hasn’t been able to sleep or relax for even a moment because he’s worried he’ll get found when his guard is down… to which Blurg makes some connections mentally and realizes the best way to get him to relax is to help him regress, so he just gently takes Omeluum by the hand and whispers he can rest all he wants right now, because papa will keep watch and keep him safe, and Omeluum regresses IMMEDIATELY and exhaustion is already catching up as he finally gets a chance to escape his paranoia and relax…. as long as papa is there keeping him safe, that is, and Blurg would never take his eyes off him. (sorry for the essay djdhskcgsndg i rotate this octopus guy in my brain a lot)

Ome deserves to be gently rotated in everyone's mind😭💖

It must be terrifying for Ome to be vaunderable to the elders and flayers once more, especially since they're no longer in the underdark and so close to where the elder brain lays, ready to attack-

He'd definitely be working himself to exhaustion, but to never let that rest come in fear that he will be taken over by the control of the elder ;0;

The comforting tone of Blurg is enough for Ome to slip, pressing his body close to the hobgoblin, feeling those strong arms rubbing his arms as he's guided back to their quarters for well needed rest ♡ Blurg definitely pops a soother in Ome's mouth because that sleepy flayer's tentacles are clinging all over Blurg's face (kinda like how babies will mouth on their parents faces just,,,with tentacles xD)

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #bg3 #omeluum #blurg #i neeeed to do the save ome from jail quest but i gotta respec someone to have haste xD

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xenon-demon · 10 months

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Med student Steve & nurse Eddie for WIP weekend pls and thank you? 👉👈

i can absolutely do this for you gerry! also the people are loving nurse eddie & med student steve which is a pleasant surprise?? i figured i was being way too self indulgent by just Giving Steve My Job lmao

Same as before, this snippet is a direct continuation of the previous one for this fic!

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With that, he turns and leaves pathology, only the vaguest goal of finding a nearby ward in mind. Steve’s walking on auto-pilot, his brain cycling through everything he’s done wrong today like a planet orbiting a particularly fucked-up star. That quickly tips over into worrying about the things he'll get wrong tomorrow, too, because god knows there'll be a lot of them. It doesn't help that two of the other students on this rotation with him are people he doesn't know very well at all, definitely not well enough to commiserate with or gently probe to see if they're also struggling with the new rotation. The third student is also no help because it's Jason fucking Carver, one of the biggest gunners in their student cohort and a sanctimonious prick. God, if Steve keeps fucking up like this, Jason will probably report him to their academic supervisor for the rotation for professionalism concerns, or maybe say he wouldn't want Steve to be thrust into situations he's not yet ready for, and maybe he should give this rotation another shot? The worst part is the dickhead probably genuinely believes in the shit he's selling. Sorry that we don't all have orthopedic surgeon fathers bankrolling our way through medical school so we don't have to worry about anything other than studying, Jason— Okay, no. Steve stops where he is at the edge of the hallway, aiming to stop his thoughts in their tracks too. Steve loves a good bitch session, especially when he's having a day this awful, but this is getting unreasonably bitter and paranoid. Steve needs to take a minute and get his head back on straight before he does something he'll really regret tomorrow.

Make me write some of my WIPs! 🖋️

#charlie writes things #med student steve and nurse eddie au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #also if y'all don't know healthcare stereotypes: orthopedic surgeons are frat bros. they're ALWAYS frat bros.#mfs be out here doing bone carpentry

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singsweetmelodies · 3 months

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wait...........piarles 10 things au...... this idea is rotating in my brain PLS elaborate.

I feel like Patrick has to be Pierre? (bc rugged lil bitch (affectionate)) but also I cannot imagine Pierre ever doing something like that to Charles (as Kat) so please please please let me study your brain!! if anyone can get me to believe a characterization its you

well HELLO darling anon!! 😘 about the 10 Things AU - we've been chatting about it on the discord a bit, and i see 2 possible ways it could go.

one is, like you & i both initially envisioned, the version where pierre is patrick and charles is kat.

you see it, right? 🤭

as to the "but pierre wouldn't do that to charles" aspect of it all... well, to make it work, i think we'd have to go with a scenario where pierre doesn't know charles at all, and he's in a bit of a fuckboy era, so getting told to take out a pretty boy for a bit of cash sounds like the perfect deal to him.

(in this version of the au, charles would be a bit less of a sharp kat stratford figure and more of a "my dickhead footballer ex broke my heart so now i'd rather play piano than have anything to do with more boys." not that he'd be a weak character in any way - certainly, he'd give pierre QUITE a piece of his mind when pierre tries to pull the moves on him - but he wouldn't be quite as, well, bitchy as kat stratford is in the original, because that's simply not who charles leclerc is. in his own words - he is nice.)

anyways. so we have defensive, closed-off (but very endearing) musician!charles in this au, and fuckboy footballer pierre who initially gets paid to take him out - but when charles turns him down, he gets intrigued beyond the initial bet, and it becomes a personal challenge to him to get charles to go out with him. he's super competitive (as is charles) so of course it becomes a whole thing between them, until finally they mutually fall for each other. the paintball scene DEFINITELY features.

and, yes, there would be a scene where charles finds out that pierre was paid to take him out - and he's heartbroken, while pierre feels like the worst asshole in the world. because, yeah, it may have started out because of the bet, but it became so much more than that, and charles actually means everything to pierre now, and and and -

and, they kiss and make up, and pierre sneaks charles into a recording studio somehow as his grand apology gesture, and then they finally live happily ever after <3333

so it wouldn't be an exact 10 Things au - more just inspired by the excellent vibes & some plot details. and, you know, the infamous paintball scene.

but as i said - this is only one version of the au. there is another, as suggested by the brilliant mar @pinkierre, wherein pierre is kat and charles is patrick.

as mar pointed out: pierre is actually kinda the perfect casting for kat stratford?! he's snarky, sassy, and a little more openly jaded than charles is, so i believe he actually would deliver some of those zinger one-liners kat stratford is infamous for.

COME ON. there's a vision there, yeah?

and as mar also pointed out, charles would TOTALLY sing & dance a song for pierre on the bleachers to win him back. he would.

also, yuki would be the little brother in this scenario, and liam the one who hires charles to date pierre.

speaking of charles! charles... would be considerably less sweet than we traditionally characterise him. but this is not completely OOC, either - if you look at some interviews of teenager!charles... this boy was SAVAGE, and he did not give a single fuck. the only thing he really cared about was karting, and if we make that his motivation in this au too... well, maybe he needed some of liam's money for a new engine, or parts of some sort, or something. and he cared more about karting than he did about some sharp-tongued pretty boy.

but MAYBE, once he's tried & failed the traditional flirting moves - pierre, in no uncertain terms, informs charles that he is a TERRIBLE flirt, and he's lucky he's gorgeous otherwise nobody would ever go out with him - after that, charles tries a different tack, because he needs this money, and that's when he realises that pierre likes karting too, and has the same sense of humour as he does, and is just as competitive as him. and then they start to get along, and slowly fall in love, and then the rest is history!

this isn't the piarles dynamic i usually write, but imagine pierre with all his single-minded focus and passion dedicated to academics... and charles who's a bit less fussed about academics in favour of adventure & adrenaline. smash the two of them together!!

OMG. imagine now the party scene... pierre having a bit too much to drink, charles helping him out, the "your eyes have bits of green in them...!" it just fits so WELL, right? it could be so fun, omg.

so YEAH! those are the two options i (with some input from the brilliant minds on discord) can envision for a piarles 10 Things au. i think that both versions would be DELICIOUS fics, and if i didn't have a WIP list longer than charles' new ferrari contract, i'd definitely be adding it to my list of things to write 🙏

as it stands, though, this one will probably just remain a daydream... but OH, my gosh, what a delightful daydream!!

#asks & answers #anon #the piarlification of... 10 things i hate about you #not a sentence i ever thought i'd write... till last night haha #BUT OH MY GOSH #now that i've thought of this...#HOW FUN WOULD THESE AUS BE!!#both of them are brilliant and delightful in different ways #AAAAAAAAHHHHHH i wish i could write them!!#ah well. ah well #please enjoy the vibes & daydreams with me; anon <3333

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Spidey!Robin AU

this au from this post is still rotating in my head to the point of insanity so here are some ideas abt it

ronance|side-steddie

Robin didn't like spiders.

She wasn't afraid of them but most of them made her uneasy and she would rather not deal with them. Still, even with her uneasiness she could not bring herself to kill one. Which normally isn't a problem, Steve even if he himself was afraid of them, and Robin knew that, like Robin knew everything about Steve through years of exposure to him and extortion and possibly a case of their brains melting together, he would put a brave face and take care of it for her.

But Steve wasn't here right now and there was a spider on her desk. To top it, the spider itself was looking weird, almost intelligent. Maybe Steve was right and she was studying too much and her brain was going to fry up but she could swear there was something about the spider that made her think it could understand her.

"Here goes nothing." She mumbled to herself. "Okay little guy, I'll take you out the window but you need to stay put, no funny tricks!"

The spider predicably didn't respond.

"Jesus Christ Buckley, you're starting to talk to fucking spiders." She rolled her eyed and then sighed, and moved towards the spider with a sheet of paper. "I'm going to scoop you up on this thing buddy and then carry you to the window."

Still no response. She took a stabilizing breath and did as she said. The Spider, because at this point he deserved to be addressed with capitalized letters, was still staying put and letting itself be moved onto the sheet.

"Huh, this is easy." Steve always moans and complains all until the spider is out their apartment. But then, there rarely is a moment when Steve doesn't complain. Dustin always says he's like a grumpy grandpa, Robin just calls him bitchy. "We're almost there bud."

She opened the window and moved the sheet onto the window still. And then things happened so quickly she could barely blink. The Spider moved towards her hand and she went into the panic mode.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, get off, get off, oh my god, get off, this is not what we agreed on!" Trying to shake it off her hand she also moved closer to the window and that's when she felt it. A small pinch, barely noticeable through her panic. "What the fuck! You bit me!"

The betrayal she felt was almost as strong as her panic, she shook her hand even harder and that's when the spider fell of right into the open window.

Her first thought was, thank god.

Her second was, I'm never laughing at Steve when he needs to throw out a spider ever again.

The third was, oh god it bit me. I'm going to die.

So turns out she was not going to die.

After a panicky call to Steve and a visit at the hospital, it was confirmed she was fine.

So, she's not dying, great, mostly after a week the Spider was almost out of her mind.

And that's when she starts feeling weird.

After that, she discovers she has powers, she tells Steve like, the next day because she can't not tell Steve, c'man, they don't keep secrets so she becomes spiderwoman

Okay so Robin is a freshmen in college and she lives nearby campus with Steve who is also either a freshmen (had a one year gap) or a sophomore

Steve is the og man in chair but they need some way to hack the police radio to get intel and that's where they involve Dustin (bc Steve still is the babysitter, just without the upside down shit) and his tech knowledge, how Erica gets involved is anyone's guess (maybe she makes the costume, i feel like Dustin would definitely be the one to suggest a costume, the lil comic nerd) but she does and so the Scoops Team is like Robin's team of operations

Four months in and Robin is starting to get this vigilante shit. Unfortunately, she's not very, uh, discreet. So the city gets a hero, but also the mystery. Who is Spiderwoman?

Enter Nancy Wheeler. Nancy, the leader of the campus newspaper. Nancy dedicated to become someone big, someone important, Nancy committed to breaking out, hungry for a story that would put her name out there.

So obviously, obviously, she wants to know who spiderwoman is more than anyone. And she's not used to not getting what she wants.

Robin to sway her away from her trail joins the newspaper.

"Why can't you do it Steve?"

"Okay first of all, no one would believe I want to join the newspaper and besides, Nancy is my ex-girlfriend!"

"Yeah! So you know her the best! You know how to distract her!"

"Did you miss the ex part?"

At first they have a bit of enemies flavor to them, because Nancy doesn't know why would Robin do this and also Nancy is publicly anti-spidey and Robin absolutely blabbers and ruins the two times she tries to defend spiderwoman (which actually, i think is just fucking flirting, you can't say Nancy doesn't enjoy a good argument and i think Robin thinks she flunked it but she actually made a few points that had Nancy thinking about them later like, huh, maybe there is something to her point and that makes Nancy feel all warm and fluttery inside, she just enjoys someone who can challenge her) but as they work together they start to have a bit more closer relationship

And she can't help it, she can't help it but develop a crush on Nancy fucking Wheeler of all people. But it's just she's so pretty and actually kind and stubborn and fierce, how was Robin not supposed to have a crush?

But Nancy Wheeler has a boyfriend. A boyfriend that also works for the newspaper. Jonathan Byler is a photographer for the campus newspaper and the biggest issue with him is that Robin actually fucking likes the guy.

And the thing is that at first Robin only really faces off against some petty criminals, like no one supernatural, for all she knows she is the only supernatural person in the world

Then Venom appears and Venom wants to fuck shit up. The guy is practically on a big power trip™ and Robin must stop him.

She can like spidersense him but only if she's really close to him, usually it works better, but this is almost like he's masking?? She doesn't really get it but she knows it it screws with her spidersense

And either they think its eddie munson because its just fit with the crime places and shit (but he's human) or one day her and Steve are walking through campus and they pass Eddie Munson and her spider senses are tingling™ (because he's spidey, bc spideys as a queer metaphor my beloved, also just imagine just how funny it would be if Eddie asked Robin if Steve is also like them (meaning queer) and she took it as meaning spidey so she's like "he wishes" chuckling and then starts talking how great and supportive he is tho, so Eddie thinks Steve is straight but a great ally snssj)

Either way Steve needs to get closer to Eddie Munson ("why i have to spend time with Eddie the freak Munson?" "Because i just joined the newspaper last month dingus! It's your time to pull your weight, besides your kids beg you like all the time to play their dice game! It's a good excuse!") so he starts sitting on hellfire meetings that is less a highschool club now and more of a friends meeting up together after Eddie graduated, under the disguise that he finally caved in with the kids begging (if he falls for Eddie Fucking Munson it's noones but his and Robin's business)

Venom is obvs Billy

Also! Also! A scene of Nancy sort of coming out to Robin, but not really Robin but spiderwoman and admitting her crush on Robin to her, on like some rooftop of a building after Robin saved her or some shit and Nancy is like "i feel like you would understand, constantly feeling torn between two words and identities" and it's like this vulnerable moment for Nancy and it's very bittersweet for Robin because now she knows

But she shouldn't have known. She shouldn't, she should have stopped Nancy before she said anything because she has really no right to know. Nancy didn't tell it to Robin Buckley, she said it to Spiderwoman. And after that Robin is a bit weird around Nancy because she KNOWS but she SHOULDN'T and oh god, she's gonna puke

And then Nancy finding out abt Robin being Spidey and feeling betrayed but also rejected because she now knows she revealed her crush to Robin and in turn Robin started acting weird so she takes this as rejection and it's this miscommunication between them and also maybe at this moment Robin also feels like a shit spiderwoman because Billy hurt Steve, who tried to protect the kids and she was unable to stop it and Steve is hurt and Nancy is mad at her and she can't be a superhero and she can't be just a normal girl and she feels so mad and tired

Anyway that's all i have, if you read this far I'm giving you a big kiss on the forehead 💖

#also also like Robin being mad at Steve for 'being a superhero' when it was suppsed to be her why cant he stop #selfsacrificing himself for just a moment why wont he let her be the hero and hes such a dingus #also also spidey eddie being like im no hero like you buckley ESPECIALLY after steve gets hurt because its like STEVE IS JUST HUMAN and yet #he's so brave and all eddie thinks he is good for is running #there is also a version of this where nancy hates spiderwoman because she didnt save barb (not for robins lack of trying)#and there is this scene where Robin holds Barb and she takes off her masks and she tries to talk to Barb bc her and Barb used to be friends #and cman Barb talk to me you know i hate silence cman Barb dont do this to me and Barb is like Robin? Robin im so sorry we stopped being #frineds why are we not friends anymore? 'its not important Barb we can be friends again just stay awake for me please' its a nice idea bein #your friend i think i would like that robin 'yeah? yeah i would like that too' i missed you i'm #i'm sorry i stopped being your friend *dies* 'barb? barb i missed you too cman Barb! Barb!'#but thats like a bit too much hurt for my poor heart #platonic stobin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #spiderman au #stranger things #dom's au idea of the day

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thranduilswifesblog · 1 year

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Tales of the Heart

Genre : fanfiction, fluff, angst, slow burn, romance

Previous chapter

Chapter 7 : Dream

Words : 503 words

Thranduil walks in the Greenwood forest which is lit by the light from the moon and stars. The forest was so quiet, and still. But Thranduil heard a voice singing something from the distant. A beautiful voice that can make anyone who hears it want to fall asleep

All of my memories keep you near.

In silent moments imagine you here.

All of my memories keep you near.

Your silent whispers, silent tears.

Thranduil continued to follow the source of the sound, and he saw a girl in a white dress, with golden hair shining in the moonlight, dancing alone. The girl's hair was very long, the girl's skin was very radiant and white. Her perfect flutter of hair as she rotated her hips.

Thranduil mendatangi gadis itu, tapi tiba-tiba gadis itu menghilang....

Thranduil woke with a start, the sun blinding his eyes. He looked around the room and he realized that it was all a dream.

Thranduil sighed in disappointment. He got up from his bed and cleaned himself. He went to his father's room with a book in his hand.

When he got there, he saw the members of the council had gathered

"Forgive me, but Am I late?" Thranduil asked

"No, my prince. We just arrived" Thranduil nodded and he hurried to take a seat beside his father.

During the meeting, Thranduil's mind wanders thinking about the girl in his dreams.

"How about you, my prince?" One of the councilors asked Thranduil

King Oropher cleared his throat "Thranduil, what do you think?"

Thranduil snapped out of his daydream "excuse me?"

"What do you think of our trade? Because we lost a lot of coins since the Númenoreans decided to have no more contact with the eldars.

"We can still get in touch with the other male lords, I think there are nine more? Even though their kingdoms are small, they can be profitable. And also we still maintain good relations with the people in lindon and eregion. How about we write Celebrimbor in eregion and asked if he needed any more alloy supplies for his workshop"

Luckily even though Thranduil didn't pay attention to the meeting, he had a brain that quickly caught on and adapted to situations. And several board members were satisfied with the answer

"Very well, Anor, write to Lord Celebrimbor in Eregion, and I will personally write to High king Gil Galad and ask him about the status of the trading relationship between Lindon and Greenwood" Oropher ordered

Lord Anor as prime minister nodded and the meeting for the day finished smoothly despite some delays.

Thranduil spent the day thinking about the girl, he massaged his head which was dizzy and confused from being used to thinking. Not only about the girl, but to think about some of today's problems. "OH FOR VALAR'S SAKE! My head hurts!" Thranduil rested his head on his study table and fell into a deep sleep.

That night Thranduil heard the same humming sound he had heard in his dream

@laneynoir @sotwk @jordie-your-local-halfling @estel-elrondion @lady-of-imladris @lazymeriadoc

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chronurgy · 7 months

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*oliver twist voice* please sir can you talk about your bg3 wips 🤲

Okay if you insist *twirling my hair and kicking my feet*

1 - working title "departure from the vulgar crowd" is about Vesper (my durge) and Gortash's first in-person meeting during the hall of wonders heist. It focuses on gortash realizing that instead of getting the Bhaal cultist he expected (someone like Orin), he got someone who would have been the perfect banite in another life

2 - working title "plumb the depths" is about Gale putting the pieces together about durge. Inspired by the fact that the man is well read and has 20 int, so after knowing Vesper for awhile, being attacked in the middle of the night, and seeing the mindflayer colony he just might have figured it out. Also a bit of a character study of Vesper through Gale's eyes

3 - untitled fic set post crown of karsus heist. Durge x gortash, literally came to me in a dream. We'll see if I have the mental fortitude to actually finish and publish this one

4 - untitled fic set after Gortash's coronation. Gale dealing with the similarities he saw between him and gortash and what they mean for both him personally and his relationship with Vesper

5 - untitled fic dealing with Durge's "birth". It's a straight up horror story, I think I mentioned this in an earlier post but think alien and bloodchild

Okay, this doesn't actually count as a wip since I haven't done any writing for it, but it has been floating around my brain a lot lately so I'm gonna talk about it.

6 - untitled fic set 100+ years after the events of the game, detailing the art pieces found in archduke Gortash's apartments after his death and speculating on their meaning, origins, and his relationships to the people in them. I'm holding off on actually writing this until I finish the game, because I need to look at all the possible endings to see who is alive, who would be in a position to publish their accounting of events, what the average person would think happened, who would be considered a reliable source, etc before I can start incorporating those perspectives (and perspectives on those perspectives) into this fic. So this remains mostly something I'm spending a lot of time rotating in my mind. As for the exact format, I'm also still debating that. Maybe excerpts from multiple papers? Maybe one full paper? We'll see

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Hope that's interesting!#This only covers wips that I've actually written at least something for and does not include fic ideas #Thanks so much for asking lol it was actually a lot of fun to talk about!

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ingolds · 1 year

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@indeath. — sender kisses receiver to pretend they’re in a relationship.

the bar isn’t one they’re familiar with; nour had picked it out, excited to try somewhere new, and theo barely tries to deny him anymore. it’s cozy, at least, the interior well-lit and warm, and the bottles lined up at the top shelf behind the counter are true spirits, theo’s eyebrows going up when the bartender rattles off how much it’ll cost for a glass. nour cuts them a lazy look, pays for it without much fuss, and then theo has whiskey in their hand, aged somewhere north of 150 years. he wanders after that, flitting here and there, and theo tries not to mind.

three glasses in ( two of which theo has paid for themselves, thank you very much ), and they’re back at nour’s side, sipping slowly and not too focused on the conversation occurring on either side of them. the stranger seems more engaged than nour, spinning a tale even as his eyes drop, lingering somewhere around nour’s throat. he’s interested, sending signals so strong theo can nearly hear them, but nour keeps him tethered far, nodding every other sentence or so. he strikes theo as skeevy, slippery and oily as an eel, his hair slicked back tight and his eyes narrowed in an assessing, bold study of everything that nour is.

then – he lays a hand on nour’s own atop the bar, fingers curling over the side of his palm, and the world sort of…halts, like its rotation has stopped dead. two things happen simultaneously: one, theo raises their eyebrows, caught just as off-guard as nour seems, at a move so brazen. second, long fingers slip into their back pocket, pointed and obvious. theo doesn’t quite startle, shifting in place, and when they glance at nour, he very explicitly doesn’t mention anything to the man – waits for him to catch on for himself. and catch on he does, dark eyes dropping to theo’s feet, trailing up their hips, over their chest, until they make eye contact with them – and theo smiles, showing all their teeth. it’s a clear attempt at sizing them up; theo feels an embarrassing sort of victory at having a clear eight inches on him. nour goes so far as to turn his face towards them, the man now only given his profile, a dismissal that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.

or maybe it does. neither of those gestures works.

the patron sidles closer, hand skimming further up nour’s arm, and theo lowers their glass to their side, a warning hovering at the tip of their tongue. nour doesn’t need saving, not by any means, but if it’s one thing theo has long since tired of, it’s persistence. they don’t get the chance to voice it.

theo feels their head being tipped to the side, nour’s palm soft but intent at their jaw, and then nour’s mouth is sliding against their own. they almost drop their drink when nour’s tongue curls past their lips, theo tasting wine, copper, something far sweeter they can’t name. he tugs them closer with the hand still in their pocket, fingers tangling into the hair curling just over their nape, and theo’s palms settle on the slim jut of his hips, pressing forward until nour has to arch his back to accommodate their height. nour’s leg slides between theirs, his hand slipping beneath the hem of their shirt to guide theo’s hips into theirs, and that finally sparks something in theo’s brain, a message reaching them through the fog of nour’s mouth sliding cool and slick against theirs, the hard line of his thigh nudged right up against them. theo tilts their head away, and almost for good measure, nour skims a kiss over their jaw, nuzzles at where their pulse hammers in their throat. theo cannot, with every fiber of their being, remember the last time they had so desperately wanted someone in public.

and then, in case he hadn’t quite gotten the message yet, it’s spelled out for him: this is my boyfriend, theo. it’s only those words that finally get him to throw in the towel ( and perhaps the flagrant display of affection as well, theo thinks ), slinking away with his head bowed, certain to find some other poor customer to bother. that word – boyfriend – swims in theo’s head, makes them dizzy, a dog chasing its tail and never quite catching it. they know it doesn’t mean anything. can’t. it doesn’t stop them from wondering.

nour’s hand doesn’t leave their pocket, his face still turned towards theo’s shoulder, and theo tries desperately not to read into it. it only somewhat works.

varying kisses prompts / accepting

#indeath #ANSWERED.#sometimes u basically dry hump ur bestie in a bar. its cool. thats what friends are for #ANYWAYS SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO ME #i got possessed while writing idk

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sw4tch · 9 months

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anyway here's my personal list of "bots who have something deeply wrong with them and i need to study them under a microscope"

Starscream (queen of my heart #1)

Prowl (i need to dip him in milk and smack him against the wall)

Pharma (babygirl you did nothing (everything) wrong)

Whirl (my favorite girl war criminal that accidentally ends up part of a polycule)

and yes, i know the thread connecting these choices is the main trait of "Traumatized af" but like 99% of transformers ARE also traumatized and not being a fucking mess like these girlies

I guess the general venn diagram of these is "Traumatized af AND with TERRIBLE coping mechanisms [if at all])

Starscream already got a whole post but his deal is "extreme narcissist that needs to feel in control at all times just to feel safe"

Prowl as far as i can tell is "man infected with cop brain and deep trust issues needs to feel in control of the situation at all times to not go insane"

Pharma is "local medic forced to commit atrocities snaps and embraces being a fucked up murderer just to feel in control of his life again, resents those who could have helped him and didn't"

Whirl is the one with the most clearly explained trauma in the comic and it is "local clockmaker gets his entire life stolen from him and made into a soldier, to cope with it he throws himself fully into the role, he's left with a whole lot of issues and he copes by being a self aggrandizing asshole with no regards for his own life or others. he's made it his mission to be as unlikable as possible by being, as previously mentioned, an asshole- because he thinks he's undeserving of love (and why would he want love anyway?! love's for WIMPS)."

Anyway WHEW. What a list amiright fellas.

Seeing them laid out like this is. wow! like hey! should I be worried that these 4 have ended up being faves* of mine!

because i feel that with these 4 I'm having a "recognition through the other" moment, and the recognition is "haha that's a personality disorder babey! you're on a path of self destruction you can't stop!"

which i guess when i put it like that it is worrying, but also I'm definitely not extreme AT ALL like these guys. but maybe that's why i love them so much.

They make me go "ahahaha at least i'm not falling apart like these guys. at least i'm a better person. at least i'm not committing their mistakes."

and seeing them just go down that self destructive path? gives me so much catharsis for some reason lmao

* Prowl can hardly be counted as one of my faves in the whole sense of the word. When i first read RID i just straight up loathed him. by the end of the run i was like "FUCKING PROWL CAN YOU DIE ALREADY". But now after i finished reading mtmte and RID i'm like. wow he's literally the fucking worst. i'm obsessed with seeing him humiliated over and over again. i need him to suffer. So i can't say i love him at all, but i do need to rotate him in the microwave of my mind until he explodes

#snaily blabber #it's a 'thinking about bo ts' night

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