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silverwhittlingknife · 1 year

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Has Tim ever put Dick on a pedestal?

100% yes! This is basically Tim's backstory IMO. Prior to meeting Dick in Lonely Place of Dying, Tim's a kid who's got a distant, idealized, made-for-TV vision of Dick and Bruce - mostly Dick - and he sets out on a quest based entirely around that misperception.

Aaaand then he immediately crashes headfirst into reality, because the Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne he remembers from his childhood memories and daydreams are like this:

But it turns out that the actual real-life human people are a bit more, uh, cranky than Tim's glossy vision - things are tense and neither of them are super-happy to meet Tim:

And Tim has to rethink a bunch of his mistaken deductions as it slowly dawns on him that - far from being a plucky team - Dick and Bruce are actually not getting along at all:

And so Tim has to realize his whole plan of "Dick has to be Robin again!!! That will fix everything!!! :)))))" was actually wrong, and based on a misunderstanding of Bruce and Dick's relationship. And having realized he was wrong, he immediately sets about trying to figure out what he’s failed to understand in the most intrusive way possible—by asking lots of nosy questions!

Actually-meeting-Dick is basically the end of Tim’s super-idealized vision of Dick. It's not a vision that can survive contact with an actual human being who's snapping at you. And kid!Tim is (I love him but) extremely pushy and annoying, and Dick's a prickly young adult who is not above getting annoyed, which means Dick snaps at him pretty regularly.

But Tim does continue to admire him.

So for their various interactions after Lonely Place of Dying, IMO "does Tim have Dick on a pedestal" is kind of a judgment call based on your assessment of Dick's relative strengths/virtues. What's unambiguous: Tim has a consistently higher opinion of Dick than Dick does of Dick, and they argue about it a lot.

I had way too many thoughts about this, so below the cut:

Comics where Dick and Tim have conversations along the lines of Dick: "I suck and I'm failing at everything." Tim: "That's not true!! Actually you're great and you're succeeding at the thing you think you're failing at!!"

So who's right - Dick or Tim?

Dick and Tim's high opinions/expectations of each other: the plusses and minuses

Comic examples

Here are a couple different variations on Tim thinking that Dick is great (often when Dick's less sure):

in Showcase, Tim thinks that Dick’s a way better teammate than Azrael, even as Dick’s thinking himself as a failure who let the Titans down;

in Prodigal, Dick tells Tim a story about confronting Two-Face which to Dick symbolizes a moment of great failure and which Tim insists was a no-win situation where Dick did the best he could;

also in Prodigal, Dick’s despairing over how badly he thinks their encounter with Killer Croc went and meanwhile Tim thinks it went fine (after all, Dick listened to him and called an ambulance instead of beating up Croc!), and Tim tells Dick to lighten up and Dick talks about how he’s a failure;

in Nightwing 6, Dick thinks he’s doing badly in Blüdhaven and he’s self-conscious about it and paranoid about what Tim might tell Bruce, and Tim insists that the fact that Dick’s being targeted means he’s succeeding and getting close instead of failing, and Dick retorts that this won’t be comforting if he winds up dead because getting close just isn’t good enough;

also in Nightwing 6, Tim thinks Dick was a better Robin than Tim is, and Dick thinks he wasn’t that great and that Tim’s better;

post-Last Laugh, Tim’s insistent that Dick's being too hard on himself about attacking the Joker whereas Dick's really haunted by the experience and confides that it feels like he's discovered a terrible dark side of himself;

way later in Nightwing 110, Tim’s seeking Dick out and Dick’s trying to avoid him because he thinks he’s a bad person who’d be bad for Tim;

in BW: Murderer, Tim doesn’t trust Bruce absolutely, but in Red Robin, he does trust Dick absolutely (or at least, more than Tim trusts himself);

etc. etc. etc.

Who's right: Dick or Tim?

So, is Tim being too easy on Dick and looking at him with rose-colored glasses, and Dick’s harsher view of himself is the correct one; or is Dick a perfectionist who’s being too hard on himself, and Tim’s the one who’s actually seeing Dick’s strengths more clearly?

I don’t think the comics really commit one way or another! These are moments of multiple-perspectives, where we notice that Tim has one attitude and Dick has another attitude and that tells us things about the characters, not moments that are meant to resolve to a simplistic “one person is Right and one person is Wrong.” I think often you could argue that they're both right? So, like, if you wanted to take the approach of, "Tim's idolizing him but he's not actually as great as Tim thinks," I don't think the comics precisely contradict that interpretation.

... THAT SAID, look, I am a Dick Grayson fan at heart, and I tend to lean toward “Dick’s being too hard on himself.”

Tim’s not oblivious to Dick’s flaws—he immediately figures out, for example, that Dick’s gonna attack the Joker, and rushes off to stop him; he just isn’t as judgmental about this moment as Dick is, and he doesn’t think it makes Dick an awful person forever. The point is (Tim says later, practical-minded) that it was made right, and Dick shouldn’t beat himself up about it. In Prodigal, Tim’s not unaware that their fight with Croc went badly; he’s just focused on how Dick’s morals and teamwork-centric attitude feel right to him in a way that Azrael’s didn’t, and look, Tim didn’t get shot even though he got shot at, and isn’t that the important thing? Tim gets caught in the same ambush that Dick does in Nightwing 6; he just takes the glass-half-full attitude toward it while Dick takes the glass-half-empty attitude. And so on.

Tim admires Dick, looks up to him, trusts him, interprets his flaws generously, and doesn’t think he’s a failure. And... this isn't quite in the comics, but it doesn't contradict them: I like to imagine Dick feeling like he's on a pedestal, and feeling kinda uncomfortable with Tim's admiration when he's forced to realize it exists, and feeling like he doesn't deserve it, and sometimes subconsciously braced for the other shoe to drop, convinced that Tim can't possibly really think this forever, that he's deluded somehow, and that eventually Tim will realize who Dick really is and get disillusioned and leave.

And I tend to think of Dick having this problem a bit with everyone in his life who thinks highly of him, but especially with Tim, because he doesn't feel like Tim's ever needed him or that he's done anything worth Tim's admiration. I feel like Dick - despite some insecurities - does know his own worth as a team leader, and he knows he was a good partner to Bruce, and he understands when he's helping people who are clearly floundering, like Damian and Rose. But all he's ever done for Tim is...hang out, and be nice. And he doesn't think Tim ever needed fixing or saving, and he vastly underestimates both the value of his own friendship in general and how much it's meant to Tim in particular. Not all the time, because later in their relationship when they've known each other for years I do think Dick does feel a bit more secure in that friendship and entitled to make demands based on it (and vice versa, for Tim). But I do imagine Dick periodically feeling like Tim lets him off the hook too easily, and thinks more highly of him than he should, and alternating between being grateful for it and uncomfortable with it.

But I would argue that Dick does deserve Tim’s admiration!

Look, Dick's not a perfect person - no one is. He does screw up sometimes, and sometimes he's petty or jealous, and sometimes his temper gets the better of him. But he is pretty great! He's brave and thoughtful and kind and generous and caring. He takes his own grief and his own suffering and devotes himself to helping other people. And Tim sees that. Tim watches an orphaned kid crying on stage, and has nightmares about it - and later recognizes the hero in him. Tim stops Dick from beating the Joker to death, and he holds Dick back from strangling Hugo Strange, and he talks Dick down from two separate panic attacks, and he listens to Dick monologue about his various perceived failures, and he gets yelled at a lot when Dick's annoyed with him, and his takeaway from all of that is that he believes in Dick, and trusts Dick, and thinks he's a hero.

You could see that as Tim having him on a pedestal and refusing to acknowledge the ugly reality. But I tend to see it as Tim understanding that Dick's flaws and occasional missteps don't define who he is - the fact that Dick's human doesn't make him any less of a hero. Tim can see the hero that Dick can't always see in himself.

Dick and Tim have really high opinions of each other... for better or worse

Tim's not alone in having a high opinion of Dick - Dick thinks Tim's pretty great, too! Dick repeatedly compares himself to Tim and finds himself wanting, whether he's thinking that Tim's a better partner for Bruce, or having a fear toxin nightmare where Tim's a rival who's beating him out of a job, or deciding that Tim would never have let Blockbuster die (and that he'll be better off if Dick avoids him), or musing that Tim would be a better Batman. Dick calls Tim his equal and closest ally in Red Robin; Tim thinks Dick is "the best" in his origin story and basically never changes his mind.

I think nowadays we're sometimes pretty highly-attuned to the way that high expectations can be bad or oppressive, and... I have mixed feelings about this? On the one hand, it isn't untrue! Dick and Tim's mutual high opinions of each other, and correspondingly high expectations, are not an unmixed blessing! They 100% cause problems! Dick and Tim think highly of each other, and expect a lot from each other, and sometimes they're pushy or abrupt or demanding when they could stand to be more sensitive. And the iffy side of high expectations is something I find interesting, and I do think it's solidly canon-based - you see aspects of this in several of their comic conflicts - LPoD, Graduation Day, BftC, RR, etc.

But at the same time, it's complicated! I don't think you can fully untangle the higher expectations from "they rely on each other and have a lot of faith in each other." Love and trust are different things, and Dick and Tim care a whole lot about being trusted, not just about being loved.

I also think it's important that their belief in each other is often a gift rather than an inevitability: Dick and Tim choose to see each other in positive ways. Something they both do is after they have a conflict, they'll apply on a retrospective very positive gloss to whatever just happened. So e.g. Dick starts Resurrection mad at Tim, and ends it by declaring, "I let you make the choice... because I knew you'd make the right one." Tim spends most of Red Robin 1-12 mad at Dick, and ends it by declaring that he knew Dick would catch him because Dick's always there for him. And in both cases, we-the-readers are aware that they knew no such thing! But to me, that doesn't make these declarations meaningless - it makes them more meaningful. Their faith in each other is sometimes genuinely felt, and sometimes it's something they stubbornly brute-force into existence because they want to give that gift to each other.

And I mean... Tim did make the right choice. Dick was there when it really counted. Just because it isn't the whole truth doesn't mean it's not a truth.

Now, does this positivity also put some pressure on them? Absolutely! They're both people who are very upset by failure, so they tend to reassure each other by insisting that there was no failure, could never be failure, failure is impossible, even when they know perfectly well that's not true. They praise each other's skills as a love language, when what they mean is I love you no matter what. They talk about other people's needs but don't always acknowledge each other's. And it'd probably be healthier if they said instead, "Even if you'd made the wrong choice, it'd be okay, because it's okay to make the wrong choice sometimes," or "Even if you're not always there for me, that's okay, because no one can be there for someone else all the time."

And they do not say that, because Dick and Tim are relatively well-adjusted by Batfamily standards but that is a very low bar, and at the end of the day they're still deeply messed-up perfectionists who deal with their emotional problems by punching crime in the face.

But look, they're trying. And isn't that the important thing? <3

#dick 'imposter syndrome' grayson and tim 'dick grayson stan' drake #dick grayson #tim drake #dick & tim #ask tag #i rambled for a really long time anon <3 #it's complicated because i feel like mmmm the ''pedestal'' thing is obv true in some ways #but i think it also sometimes gets used in this kinda flanderized way #where it gets extrapolated into claims like ''older!tim is shocked to learn dick experiences normal human emotions' or w/e #and obv fandom is transformative and a rich tapestry etc but for me personally #part of what i LOVE about tim's introduction is that dick is in the middle of one of his very angsty eras #so tim's burst into his life being all ''hiiiiii!!! you're the best :)))))'' when dick is at peak ''i am gloomy and depressed''#that said tim's high opinion of dick is very canon and very compelling to me <3 #tim does think dick is the greatest thing ever!#but it's more like being a stan of his rather than being a distant stranger who doesn't know him at all #it's not that tim's unaware that dick gets angry/sad/etc or that dick and tim never have fights (they do!)#it's more that unless they're actively in the middle of a fight tim admires/loves dick a lot and is determined to think well of him #so he considers all of dick's strengths What's Important About Him and all of his flaws Basically A Rounding Error If You Think About It #and he doubles-down on this when someone's questioning it (including Dick)#there is definite motivated reasoning at play in Tim's view of Dick but imo it's not quite the same as a pedestal sdfdsfds #i'm not sure there's anything that Dick could do that Tim couldn't find a way to justify in his head how it was okay /#not really Dick / not really his fault / etc. - like if Dick went on a murder spree #Tim would be there making the big This Isn't You! I Know You Won't Kill Me Because I Believe In You! speech #and like. if he was wrong then he'd be dead sdfdsf but the thing is he'd have secret doubts and be wary AND STILL #find himself ultimately making that speech / taking the risk - and ditto for Dick toward Tim #it's not that they never get mad / distrust each other and it's not impossible they'd stay bitter and suspicious for a while #but in the END they both really really WANT to trust each other

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xxsabitoxx · 3 months

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Ryomen Sukuna NSFW A-Z

Part of my 20k follower celebration (past due)

Warnings: if it isn’t abundantly clear, this is smut :)

A/N: in honor of hitting 20k followers a while back, I’m going to be posting 10 NSFW alphabets for JJK men — scheduled post 11 :) - I've developed an unhealthy obsession with true form Sukuna... he is all I think about now. Forgive me because this one is for sure a bit OOC since he like... loves you

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you managed to break the hollow icy shell that is Sukuna’s heart and make yourself someone important to him… Sukuna is pretty damn good with aftercare. He’ll clean you up, even ordering someone to get numbing salves because he tore you the fuck up and he know’s you’ll be sore and aching within a few hours if you aren’t already. He’ll use two arms to cradle you gently while his other set works on cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay. He’ll wait until you’re sleeping to whisper praises to you, telling you that you did so well for him and that he adores you. He’ll never really say these things to you when you’re awake though.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sukuna loves your legs and thighs, he loves your hips and your stomach too. He loves having things to hold and your body provides so much softness for him. He loves to kneel before you – that’s right the king of curses kneeling before you – to lick all the way from the top of your foot up to your inner thigh. He’ll cover your legs in bruises and bites, making sure everyone is well aware that you are his property and nobody else can have you. He adores your stomach, often resting his head against it and letting you pet his hair lovingly. Sukuna will only show this level of vulnerability to you, letting down some – not all – of his walls.

Sukuna loves his entire body, four arms, two mouths, two dicks, and all. He considers it his masterpiece and it deserves to be worshiped. He has no shame in proclaiming this either.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If he’s not dumping several loads into your cunt/ass then what’s the point? Sukuna treats his cum just as he treats the rest of his body… It's sacred and a privilege to have it. He toys with the idea of painting your face or chest in it but ultimately doesn’t see the point in letting something so valuable go to waste. So creampies are the only way in Sukuna’s eyes. And trust me when I say this man cums a fucking boat-load. I don’t care if it’s realistic or not, he’s making you look bloated by the time he’s done with you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sukuna would let you do anything you wanted to him… he just hasn’t found the strength to give you that knowledge yet. He hates the idea of someone holding power over him, which is why he’s ever so mildly terrified of you. You may not realize it, but you have Sukuna wrapped around your finger… that man would kill the entire planet for you if it meant seeing you smile.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sukuna is very experienced, having tens if not hundreds of harlots laying around for his use. But that was before you. You changed his view on that sort of thing and he got rid of every single one of them… you are all he needs to remain satisfied and that is a feeling Sukuna never thought he'd experience in his existence. Sukuna knows what he’s doing and he knows what he’s doing well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sukuna’s favorite position is holding you up so your back is pressed to his chest. He has a hand hooked under each of your knees and he’s holding you up that way, spreading you apart further than your legs really allow. Sukuna is either sitting or standing and honestly he prefers when a mirror is present so he can watch your face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure. He has you impaled on his cock, easily able to trust in and out of you as you fall apart.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not even a hint of goofiness in this man when he fucks you. He is all about business… I mean for real it was actually kind of terrifying at first but now you’re used to it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sukuna doesn’t really give a shit about his hair down there… and yes it’s pink like the rest of his hair. It may sound fucking bizarre but if you want to trim and clean him up down there? He’ll let you do it. You bathe him often so it’s not necessarily out of your comfort zone to sit there and groom his nether region. He doesn’t really care what you do down there either. You can simply trim him to your liking or shave him bald. Whatever you’re into, he truly doesn’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sukuna is… romantic in his own way. He’s not detached from the situation at hand and he’s not focused entirely on himself. Sukuna shows his “romantic” side by letting you cum, maybe sparing you a few kisses, rubbing his thumb across the nail marks he left on your legs… he’s not one to say “I love you” or really express how much you mean to him. But it’s the small, subtle little things that hint towards his affection for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s got four hands, you’d think he’d use one of them to get himself off but he simply doesn’t see a need for that when he can have a random whore come do it for him. When it comes to you though? You never leave him, like Uraume, you’ve earned your spot by his side. He has you to assist him with those kinds of needs when they arise (heh). Though, he’s amused you once or twice by jerking himself off for your own enjoyment. Making a show of using two hands to jerk off his two cocks but stopping just before he comes because – as i’ve said – he doesn’t like to waste any of it, not a single drop can be spared.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slave/Master kink for one… he just likes the feeling of being superior even though he doesn't need to “roleplay” to get that feeling. BDSM… or whatever equivalent there is for the Heian period. He likes it rough, messy, even a little bloody. Sukuna has a massive breeding kink but doesn’t want kids, he just likes the idea of filling you over and over again (regardless if you have the ability to get pregnant or not). Dacryphilia for sure, your tears turn him on. Orgasm control (both denying and overstimulation) are just another aspect that plays into his love of power. Sukuna loves restraints in any form, not him, though. He will for sure try and fist you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Sukuna will fuck you where ever the fuck he wants too with no shame. He’ll fuck you on his bed, ruin the luxurious sheets and break the bedframe over and over. It’s gotten to the point where he actually got rid of it all together because he was sick of the wood splintering and nearly hurting you. Sukuna can and will fuck you on a raised platform in front of his petrified subjects. He wants everyone to know who you belong too – even if you don’t need to be fucked stupid in front of hundreds of people for them to know. It’s quite obvious. To be totally honest, Sukuna loves the mess and mayhem of fucking you in the tub. Watching the water slosh everywhere then ordering a maid to come clean up the damage, it makes him laugh.

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

There is an innocence to you that really gets Sukuna going. You’ve done the most downright filthy things with him, you’ve stood beside him as he makes a bloody mess of someone… but somehow you still retain this sort of innocence to you that he loves to try and taint. It’s not to say you’re oblivious… you’re very smart in Sukuna’s eyes and he knows you have a mean streak. But when you’re with him… there is something about you that he wants to break so badly and he has such fun trying to do so… you’re resilient which would usually piss him off to no end… but with you it’s endearing and he can’t figure out why he can’t get enough (you’re in love dumb ass)

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

Shit. Yeah no that’s the one thing he can not and will not deal with. He’s had his fair share of bodily fluids – to say the least without going into detail. But he draws the line at anything to do with vomit or scat. It disturbs him… which is saying a lot. He’s had women offered to him as sacrifice that have done several things in fear and he can say he truthfully cannot handle it. Also, no threesomes ever. He’s not sharing you.

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

He’s a healthy combination of both (shocking). Sukuna loves watching you struggle to even take one of his cocks in your mouth nevermind both. But your mouth feels so damn good even though you struggle to get more than the tip past your lips. Sukuna loves to go down on you though, keeping your thighs spread apart so he can eat you as he pleases. Your arousal just tastes so good to him, he can’t get enough and he will not stop until he’s satisfied.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and cruel for the most part. But he can be even meaner when he goes unbearably slow, splitting you open agonizingly with two cocks opposed to one just to see those pretty tears slip down your cheeks as you beg and plead for mercy (mercy he never gives). Sukuna will fuck you stupid with one cock most of the time, that’s his little bit of kindness towards you, but you’ll get fucked twice at least… ya know… gotta get the second cock off too. He’ll give you a choice, get fucked twice with one cock each time or get fucked once with two… mind you it’s never just once even if it’s two cocks at the same time or one each. You’re smart enough to take one cock multiple times unless you want to be bedridden because you can’t walk. Both options have happened to you many times though… so you really can’t tell why he offers you a choice.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sex can take up a whole day when it comes to Sukuna. So, no, he despises quickies. He doesn’t like to be rushed, he doesn’t care if he gets caught, he’ll make people watch. What is there that would really appeal to him??? It seems more annoying than anything really.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will experiment but only on his own accord. He won’t say it outright but Sukuna is at least a bit mindful of the experiments he does… he doesn’t want to really hurt you or scare you away. So he picks and chooses what he wants to try on you. If there is something very intriguing to him that he worries will make you uncomfortable? He’ll force two other people to play it out while he watches and decides from there… he’s oddly considerate of you in that sense.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As you saw above… sex can be an all-day process for Sukuna. He can last as long as he wants to… and I mean that seriously. His stamina is infinite, nothing will stop him but himself. He can go multiple rounds until you’re so fucked out you’ve lost count. He can last anywhere from 15-25 minutes per round, he could last much longer but his goal is inevitably to cum so why bother… praying for you honestly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys like we know today don’t exist within his era (the Heian period) and honestly?? Sukuna is a fucking jungle gym in his own right so you really don’t need toys… and even if they did exist and were at his disposal? Sukuna isn’t using them. Why the hell would he rely on a stupid little toy to get you off when he’s more than capable?? He’s not intimidated by them, he just would think they’re absolutely useless… modern day though… if you begged him for a vibrator he would probably cave and get you one. He may even find amusement in it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sukuna and fair do not belong in the same sentence so it should shock nobody that this man will tease you until you are nearly dry heaving with how hard you’re crying. He will tease you for hours, to the point it feels like genuine torture, before he feels like getting you off. Then, the unfair attitude continues because he will not stop even when you start begging him to. He likes how quickly he can make you regret your words, seeing those pretty fat globs of tears leaking down your cheeks only makes the experience better for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sukuna will curse and groan but that’s about it. He won’t try and hide his noises, either, but he will try and make sure he’s not too loud. It’s rare to get a moan, whine, or whimper out of him. Especially since he has such good control over himself. But he will not hesitate to groan about how good his cock is feeling because of you… he has to give you a little something to get you to stick around, ya know? Not that you have a choice… and not that you’d really want to leave him anyways… giving up your luxurious lifestyle and being on the king of curses’ good side isn’t something just anyone can obtain, you know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sukuna hates your family, ever since you were dropped off to him to be a sacrifice. He doesn’t care about his donors and their sacrifices since all of them are mediocre pieces of shit at best. Though he knows a scumbag like him is not one to talk. But you? You arrived to him nearly beaten to death, half naked, with little to no emotion left in you. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Where was the fun in playing with something that was already half dead. Though, as he was about to kill you, something in your expression moved his icy heart. That truly petrified him but he’d never let anyone know it. He kept you instead of killing you, ordering for the immediate execution of your rotten family instead. He likes to joke that he had the perfect specimen nursed back to health, in his eyes you really were perfect.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sukuna is a tall man… while we don’t know his exact height in true form… he’s been guesstimated to be anywhere from 7.5 feet to 9.8 feet. A tall man is going to have a monstrous cock… or cocks in his case. When he’s soft he’s about 8.5 inches in length, and when he’s hard he’s just over 11 inches. He’s monstrous, girthy and sticks straight out… both of them do. He will hurt… he will make you feel like you’re getting ripped in half and he will often try and fist you to prepare you for him. He cannot fit all the way inside of you, as much as he’d love to, he's not trying to kill you by rupturing your organs. He’s a tan color, one dick is circumcised, the other is not… he was feeling quirky, and has a deep rosy pink tip… or tips… you know what I mean.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sukuna has to fuck you at least twice a day, if he doesn’t, he’s extremely irritable. He has at least 5 hours of his day set aside just for you. But really he makes his own schedule so he can do whatever the fuck he wants when he wants to. His sex drive is pretty damn high and he does absolutely nothing to deal with it or hold off. He will get off the moment he wants too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sukuna prefers falling asleep after you do, which can be pretty instant considering how long he may have been fucking you. So the answer is anywhere between 30 seconds and 10 minutes.

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cu7ie · 10 months

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what do you think toman boys are like in relationships like loyal or nah

content: discussions of cheating, general relationship head canons and love language discussion towards the end.

I think Mikey doesn't cheat because he's lazy. The kinds of relationships he likes are ones of great emotional depth and the actual physical steps required to find someone suitable, hide it from you or eventually break it off is too much. Doesn't have the mental capacity for that level of espionage, the emotional strength to lie to someone's face like that. Toman Mikey does not have that dog in him, Draken has taught him too well. Bonten Mikey has no problem fucking other people however! Not a sad thought in his mind or tear in his eye, might even think about you while he's going at it and wonder if you'd notice the taste of someone else on his lips when he gets back to ya. Sanzu seems like a hopeless romantic with obsessive and possessive tendencies. I don't think he'd cheat but he also has high expectations and probably strict rules for a partner. Doesn't like overly friendly touches and certain attitudes.

Respectfully, I think Bonten Sanzu fucks other people and will laugh in your face about it. But his inclination to do it more rests solely on the idea of it bothering you; he likes making you upset and to some extent grows irritated with the idea he's so invested in you emotionally that a chunk of his pleasure is derived with tormenting you in such a way, but it's a vicious cycle... He finds a soft body to indulge in, but can't help but think of you while doing it.

Nahoya fucks man. I mean.. like I don't think he really pursues concrete relationships in the first place. He likes something ambiguous he can't put a name to, the fun of it is the attention, you know? It's the assurance of something he can come back to, because if nothing ever starts it can't end.

Souya is the complete opposite of his brother. Sometimes he can put in a lot of faith in little time, and he can turn up with the shit of the stick right - and it's the worst, because he can't help but be so genuine. He's just not a liar, doesn't have it in him really.

I think Draken is very loyal. I don't think he'd cheat like cheating on Emma with you or vice versa.

He's very reliable, he's sticking around just because he thinks it's the proper thing to do. Even if he was in love with someone else entirely, if he has an obligation to a partner he will honor that first and foremost.

I think that Baji is… questionable? It's not emotional cheating he'd participate in, I just feel like he's a simple-minded, high sex drive kinda guy. He'll feel... bad about hurting you so much, but also has trouble comprehending why it might hurt. He loves you, isn't that more important? If you don't care that he has sex with other people, y'all should be cool.

Kazutora is possessive above all. I think he considers you less and more about how he needs to keep you close to him more, and he really does like you, just works harder and not smarter.

I think takemitchy is very loyal.. but idk .... I feel like ....

He's only loyal to Hina because she's the only girl interested in him. I feel like if he had Catherine situation - like there was a girl trying to seduce him away from Hina, he'd eat some shit like that up. He's brainless. Not entirely a dick-thinker but he doesn't always use the right head you know???

Mitsuya and Chifuyu are pretty straight laced. Their dedication to people is obvious in canon relationships and I don't think much changes beyond that! I think they differ in their demonstrations of affection, however:

Mitsuya performs acts of service and is a huge gift giver, especially after he gets into design and fashion in his later years. Too often though, sometimes he can neglect a good old fashioned 'i love you' in favor of grandeur and extravagance. He hopes that in any case, you'll love the things he gives you - knowing he didn't get gifts a lot growing up, it's more important to him than you'd think.

Chifuyu is an opposite to him. He is very open with saying I love you to the point where he'll say it in front of other people and follow it up with a kiss (or six), and most regularly he can be overbearing with his PDA - forgoing gifts to emphasize spending time with you and physically being there for you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #sanzu x reader #nahoya x reader #souya x reader #takemitchi x reader #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu x reader #tokyo revenger headcanons #🌩️ L1GHTN1NG_STRIKE5.pdf

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While I feel that hws France is hard to portray I do wonder what headcanons you have for him. Care to tell a few that come to mind?

a lot of my headcanons of francis/françois are from the british imperial + sea/east asian perspective, so with that in mind, these are some thoughts i've had:

a. françois' strengths are that he can be very charming and good at putting people at ease. he is somebody, if you ran into him somewhere, just comes off as a really interesting person. he can talk for ages about his passion for philosophy, art, literature, science and cooking without it getting boring to the listener.

b. he can be a really good lover too and is that sort of person who considers it a point of pride to make his partners enjoy his company. the sort of person who will make dinner and probably also a good breakfast for you. but one of his flaws is that he can also be pretty self-centred at times, and sometimes he uses his charisma to get out of things or simply dodge issues in his personal relationships.

c. françois, much like arthur, is in the Bad Parent club vis a vis matthew in the 17—18th centuries. where they differ however, is i feel that arthur was controlling but more...present, whereas françois was more...dismissive. matthew would get letters from arthur instructing him to do this and that, which for matthew at least acknowledged him, whereas françois might just not even write to him much at all, especially after matthew came under arthur's control.

d. françois really clicked with alfred during the revolutionary war. it helped that alfred was punching arthur in the dick, but i think that françois for all his flaws, genuinely possesses a somewhat more idealistic streak (than say, arthur imo) so that gelled well with alfred spouting all kinds of enlightenment thoughts (especially since he was also reading french writers like Montesquieu).

e. françois and lien (vietnam) have a complicated (to say the least) relationship due to the history of french imperialism over vietnam; i see francis being much younger than her (she and yao are peers in age!), so lien fitted him very much into her prior experience as an older female nation being forced to deal with 'boys playing at being empires'. lien probably shot him in the face at least once during the first indochina war, that tried to re-establish colonial rule over vietnam in the 1950s. however, i do think they can talk more cordially in more recent decades, with normalisation of ties. cooking is perhaps one topic that is a common interest—vietnamese banh mi is a kind of sandwich originating from french baguettes that incorporates local ingredients, and it's a really tasty and popular streetfood. there's also a big french-vietnamese population in paris today.

f. kiku was absolutely not impressed by monet's la japonaise, nor 'madame chrysanthème', the wildly racist and orientalist mess that Madame Butterfly was based on. it was exoticising, not flattering to him—he was however, more amenable to those of françois' artists that incorporated japanese artistic techniques in more genuine ways, or with françois' own view of aesthetics and his knowledge and interest in engineering.

g. yao, much like kiku later, was someone françois was very interested in culturally—as seen from the boom in chinoiserie when trade with china began back in the 17th century. i think french is probably one of the first european languages yao learns (besides portuguese). it's a fairly functional trading relationship—until of course, french imperialist interests began expanding in yao's sphere of influence and the opium wars.

h. i'm a fruk fan so naturally i think his love-hate relationship with arthur is one of his most significant r/ships—arthur has been a neighbour, friend, enemy, lover and everything in between. but! scotfra is another very, very long-term relationship important to him (auld alliance!). also on an EU level well, there's him and ludwig too.

i. naturally, he's also fairly fashionable, and i feel like he'll always eye himself critically even if he's going out casually, compared to way i can see arthur being fairly chill about strolling out in that questionable, ill-fitting acid green christmas sweater alfred sent him as a joke once. i also think françois probably smokes a fair bit, compared to how arthur's gotten a kick in the arse to cut back after WWII. and nowadays, he'll often just be relaxing with a cigarette on the balcony of his apartment with a book, or enjoying a day out in one of his museums.

#hws france #hetalia #hws england #hws canada #hws vietnam #hws china #hws japan #hws scotland #hetalia headcanons

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𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟚 - 𝕘𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕪

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - E, (this chapter) physical fighting, smut, dub-con, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dick riding, PiV, blood drinking, creampie, graveyard smash

summary: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

word count: 5,969 | Chapter 1 |

Another boring soiree. Why do these nobles insist that someone is going to kill them the moment they are having fun with others of same status? You have been to quite a handful of these parties but not even once anyone attacked a person you were guarding nor have you heard of it happening in general. Political assassinations like that don’t happen much in Baldur’s Gate and you have a hard time being patient. If not for handsome amounts of gold these patriars offer you to just stand around and drink wine you wouldn’t even bother. Or, you think to yourself, maybe you would. Making noteworthy connections among the cream of society in this bustling city is always useful.

Your client tonight is Lord Witdale, a pompous middle-aged man that has as much stomach as he presumably has gold. And considering he already paid you for your protection tonight – the rumors might be correct. Problem is, the man doesn’t like being guarded despite hiring you. Even right now he’s in a group of young ladies, chatting them away as if he’s sure he can bed one of them tonight. And he might not be wrong. His status and talks about his riches already serve to inflate his importance to a point he seems to be quite a popular lay among the nobles. You don’t understand why, but then again, here you are, despite your own status as a Guild leader, parading yourself in a pretty dress just because this same man paid you a dizzying amount of gold to be here and watch his back. At least he doesn’t need much watching – surrounded by a flock of chattering women he is more protected than even you are in this moment.

With that thought you look around and pause your vigilance when a young servant boy comes by with a carafe of wine. You let him refill your glass and when he scurries away your attention gets immediately caught but a familiar sight – a cloud of white hair to your right. You glance in the direction and recognize the man you had that brief affair with. The memory is pleasant and so is his smile as he weaves through the crowd to approach you. He proceeds to bow in front of you in an exaggerated manner and you raise an eyebrow, amused rather than impressed.

“Lord Astarion, surprised to see you here.” you taunt but Astarion doesn’t miss a beat. He stands straight again and gives you a smirk.

“Is that so? Did you think I only attend select parties?”

“I hear you prefer to have such parties in your palace.” you take a sip of your wine, your eyes on his.

You remember the taste of his mouth, the feel of his cock, the way he moaned against your skin and you have to use all your strength not to start grinning. Such a beautiful man, he was the talk of entire city when he claimed the Szarr palace as his own couple years ago, and you had him all to yourself for one very satisfying encounter. You know that if women in this room knew that you got to experience what it is to be intimate with Lord Astarion, you would be envied with anger. As far as you’re aware – he’s the most desired bachelor in the city, yet he seems to be very selective in who he beds. The thought nearly makes you grin again.

“Of course I do, my dear. I prefer to stay comfortable in my own home.” Astarion comments and steps closer but you hear something else in his words, an unspoken truth – he prefers his own palace to be the gathering place because he feels in control there instead of out here, and you’re not unfamiliar with the feeling.

You don’t reply, just nod and drink some of your wine while observing him closely.

“Strong and silent type?” Astarion begins again with a smile. “I should’ve figured, considering how our last… encounter went.” his voice is heavy with implication and you smile back to him.

“Let’s say I’m a woman of action rather than words.” you hide your smirk behind the glass as you take yet another drink from it and Astarion chuckles.

“Can’t deny that I’m anything but impressed. Not every day a woman walks away from me before I get bored of her.” his smirk becomes more dangerous, gains an edge to it and you’re not sure what he’s implying but you have no desire to figure it out.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” you comment, studying his face for a brief moment. “What I hear of you, it looks like your presence is very much desirable in gatherings such as this.” you make an effort to look around and check on Lord Witdale but he seems to be faring well.

Lord Astarion chuckles again and makes you look at him by trying to take your glass away from you. You don’t let him and that gives vampire a pause, his eyes meeting yours once more and looking the source of this defiance in them, yet he doesn’t increase his effort, letting go of the glass and gesturing around him.

“Patriars love to gather and chatter around. I won’t deny that even I’m not immune to deliciously sounding gossip.” he gives you a smile but you don’t respond to it.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” your polite smile is gone and Astarion’s own falters, then melts away, a hint of annoyance appears on his face but the elf quickly takes on a neutral expression with a hint of arrogance in how he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “What is it that you want from me tonight, Lord Astarion?” you take another sip, giving him a moment to think before he replies but it doesn’t seem like he needs that moment. Instead, he just smirks at you.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” a soft chuckle escapes his lips and he leans to you ever so slightly. “I haven’t forgotten how you tasted last time we met, darling. Maybe I want another such taste.”

You pause at his seductive tone then laugh, surprising Astarion. He leans away from you, an eyebrow arrogantly raised as if you insulted him, but confusion is clear on his features.

“What’s so funny?” he asks impatiently, for a brief moment letting the mask of confidence and seduction slip but you don’t answer right away. Instead your eyes sweep down his stature and back to his face.

“You really think I want anything more from you than what I already have gotten?” you ask, genuinely surprised he’d suggest you two fuck again. You shake your head slightly in disbelief and empty your glass of wine. The vampire frowns at your words, obviously offended.

“Excuse me?” he begins with a tone that betrays his feelings – you wounded them, or at least his pride. “Are you telling me you would refuse me?” Astarion slightly rises his voice and you lift your eyebrows at him. He’s losing patience so quickly.

“We had fun, once. It doesn’t need to become anything else.” you reply casually and Lord Ancunin frowns deeply, his crimson eyes seem to blaze at your words which he obviously perceived as an insult.

“Careful, darling.” he says in a tone that spells danger and the smirk returns to his face, a sharp edge to it warning you that you should choose your words carefully next time you speak. “I may not know who you are but I won’t allow you to act like you have an upper hand here. I know you’re here because someone hired you. I assume you’re an assassin by trade but if you think that makes you some sort of dangerous figure I am to be afraid of, you are sorely mistaken. You’re just a toy to nobles who bring you here for your pretty face not for whatever skill you might possess.”

You listen to his little speech and smile after he’s done.

“Is that’s what you think, Lord Astarion?” you tilt your head slightly and take a short glance at Witdale, he still seems to be doing just fine until you notice irritation on his face and you hope it has nothing to do with you.

“Pay attention to me, dear.” Astarion demands and you move your gaze back on him, amused by his annoyance at you.

“Not used to being rejected, Lord?” you taunt and vampire’s eyes now blaze with true anger but it only amuses you more.

“Rejected? Listen here, little girl, you have no idea what kind of dangerous game you’re playing here. I will tell you as-”

Astarion doesn’t get to finish his angry tirade because you get called over. You look into direction of Lord Witdale and see him waving you over. You grit your teeth because you were enjoying yourself, annoying this pompous elf, but work is work.

Ignoring Astarion you turn to move but hear him chuckle lightly.

“Beautiful name, darling. I’ll keep it in mind.” he says in a tone that is meant only for you to hear and you pause, giving him a glance, seeing conceit once more on his face and you narrow your eyes slightly at him, but walk to your client.

“We’re leaving, now.” the man demands while being looked upon by several noble women and you raise an eyebrow but nod. Whatever happened is not your concern and not why you’re here.

With a huff and a puff, Lord Witdale walks out of the main room and down the stairs to the exit. You trail after him, setting your wine glass aside on a random table, but your mind focusses on Astarion for a moment. It looked like you really got under his skin and that gives you an immense feeling of joy. Nothing pleases you more than working up spoiled nobles for all their worth, knowing they can’t strike out without risking their reputation.

And for what it matters, it looks like your task for tonight got cut short. Lord Witdale doesn’t even talk to you as you accompany him to his carriage. He pauses before climbing in, turning his flushed with anger face to you.

“Keep the gold. I’ll reach out if I need you again.” he says curtly and you nod, watching him climb in, get seated and begin murmuring to himself. For a brief moment you get curious about what have caused it, but as the carriage pulls away you simply watch it get further and realize you are free for the rest of the night.

With a quick glance around you begin walking, picking the path through the garden. You need to get back to the Guildhall and the closest entrance is one in the cemetery. Making your way through gardens and less public areas, you make sure that you aren’t followed, although you smile to yourself that if anyone saw you right now, climbing stone walls and keeping to the shadows while you’re in your expensive dress, they would probably think you mad. Good. As long as they don’t see your face, which you make sure to hide as much as possible.

But the sense of being watched begins creeping on you. You’re not as fast or quiet as you would love to be, your shoes and clothes are not fit for sneaking around after all. All of this slows you down and makes you more noticeable than you’re used to being. You’re good and hiding and sneaking but you’re also good at killing people, so you’re not too worried about being spotted. Being followed though… that’s another matter altogether, and you begin to feel like someone is trailing you even despite your best effort to avoid it.

Before you enter the cemetery you become convinced someone is following you and you don’t like this one bit. You enter through the partially open gate and stop, looking across tombstones littering the soft grass but you can’t seem to pinpoint from where the feeling comes. Problem right now is simple – you can’t allow anyone to see the entrance to the Guildhall and if you’re being trailed that surely complicates things.

You walk the path leading deeper into the cemetery, aware of every little thing in your surroundings while your fingers hover over your dagger just under the dress, strapped to your thigh. After a minute or two you lift the fabric and grip the handle firmly, feeling more uneasy with each passing moment.

You pick an area that you believe is going to be good to confront whatever assassin is trying to follow you. It’s a bit more secluded spot with 5 graves in a circle, obviously a family section of sorts, right underneath a big tree. You didn’t pay much attention to weather up until this point, but now that you stopped and prepare for a fight you notice the stillness of trees and the heaviness of air – it’s going to rain.

“Come out now, I know you’re following me.” you say in a tone that leaves no room for argument and you half expect to be ambushed but then you hear footsteps. Your eyes immediately snap to the location and you exhale slowly. You should’ve known.

It’s him.

You straighten your back slightly, but your hand remains gripping the dagger. He may not be an assassin but he’s still a vampire and could be very dangerous if he wants to start getting more physical than you two did at the masquerade ball.

“Why have you followed me?” you ask right away, watching Astarion step into the grassy area you’re at, his eyes almost shining in the dusk of night and he responds with an easy laughter.

“Darling, I don’t like to have my conversations unfinished. And I think you and me have something to talk about.” vampire now walks closer to you and finally stops. You see his eyes, his smile, his fangs. For a moment you remember, once more, how it felt to be pounded into by him and you press your lips into a thin line, telling yourself to not lose focus.

“I’m pretty sure we finished talking.” you raise an eyebrow at him and he makes another step towards you, now entering your personal space but you stand your ground while looking at him from under your brows.

“Oh how intimidating.” Astarion chuckles but he seems to hesitate to touch you even if he likes like he wants to.

“Tell me what you want, Astarion.” you say firmly and he considers you with mildly bemused expression, then laughs.

“Not a Lord anymore?”

“No need for titles in a place where titles stop mattering sooner or later.” you give him a small smirk and your words seem to make him pause, then he smiles and bows his head ever so slightly.

“You are right.” he agrees, surprising you but then he seizes the moment by quickly grasping you by your waist with both hands and bringing you to him, chest to chest.

You frown and press your palms against him, trying to push back.

“I’m not going to fuck you again, vampire.” you say firmly and Astarion laughs while grinning now.

“How vulgar. Maybe the reason you don’t talk much is because that dirty mouth of yours begs to be filled the moment you open it.” a taunt, and a good one, it makes you blush ever so slightly. You’re not the shy type, not at all but how he says it makes your heart beat faster.

No, you can’t let him play his games.

“Let go of me or lose a limb.” you threaten, your hand shooting down to your dagger but he catches your wrist quickly and leans closer to your face. His expression tells you everything you need to know – he wants you and he’ll have you.

But you’re not just some damsel in distress, you don’t appreciate when men think they can treat you like property, many have done so before, for decades while you slaved away as a toy to those more powerful than you. No, Astarion won’t get what he wants.

You pause only briefly and bring your forehead to his face. You aim for the nose but miss it by a hair, hitting his forehead instead. Astarion shouts and his grip on you slips – just what you needed. You free your wrist from his fingers and deliver a blow to his chest, pushing yourself from him in one swift movement and making Astarion stagger backwards in surprise. He obviously didn’t expect you to put up a fight.

And you’re not stupid enough to take on a fight with a vampire on your own with only a dagger in your arsenal. You need to flee if you want to stay alive. You know this and you know he knows it.

“You little shit.” you see Astarion say with a grin and you turn, knowing you’ll have to run if you want to get rid of him, but before you even make one step you feel yourself being tugged by the skirts of your dress.

The damn thing.

With an annoyed grunt you can’t do anything when you get pulled backwards and you feel Astarion’s arms swiftly wrap around your waist. You try to pry them away but it’s no use.

“Let me go!” you hiss at him, struggling in his grasp but pause when you feel his lips against the side of your neck, then his tongue, it sends a shiver down your spine against your will. “Astarion, what the fuck.” you ask and you know your voice betrays your already melting resolution.

“I have to have you again.” Astarion whispers, you feel the tip of his nose rub against your neck, then trace the skin behind your ear. Your lips part at the sensation and you forget your struggle to get away from him, at least for now.

“No, I told you at the party, I’m not interested.” you try to sound firm but even you doubt that it works.

“My dear, you cannot lie to me. Your body is betraying you. I can sense it in you. Smell it on your skin.” vampire’s whisper is right against your ear and then you feel his teeth nibble on it, eliciting a soft gasp out of you.

“You don’t like hearing ‘no’, do you?” despite yourself you smile slightly and Astarion’s chuckle that’s so close to your ear sounds more guttural, almost feral in its undertones.

“No, I don’t.” another whisper that makes your body respond this time not with a shiver but with a heat within your core. You lick your lips, thinking of what to say. Despite your desire rousing you don’t want to give in, you don’t want to let him win.

“Too bad.” you turn your head so your eyes meet his for a moment, then you grab his index fingers and bend them in a way they shouldn’t.

Astarion grunts and his grip once more slips, allowing you to escape his grasp but this time you don’t even make a step away from him because the moment you let go of his fingers you feel his hand on the front of your throat, gripping firmly and bringing you back to his chest.

“Little assassin…” vampire whispers dangerously against your ear once more. “I will taste you again.”

A heartbeat-like pause and his hands leave you as if he’s releasing you. You hesitate for a moment, then attempt your escape again only to be stopped.

This time Astarion smugly laughs as he grabs the back of your dress and brings you down to the grass with one swift, strong pull. You hit the ground with your back and air gets pushed out of your lungs for a second. Next moment you see Astarion crawling on top of you.

No words are allowed to escape your lips because he kisses you harshly before you even manage to formulate a single thought to protest. Worst part is that the kiss is a pleasant one. After a small pause you realize you’re responding to his lust, your fingers grip his sides and you eagerly part your teeth to allow vampire’s tongue into your mouth.

Fuck, you didn’t plan this.

You turn your head from him.

“No, stop. I’m not doing this with you here.”

“Oh, so you would somewhere else?” Astarion responds with a smirk and you glare at him for a moment before he cranes his head down, kissing your neck slowly, pausing where your pulse is strongest under your skin. “Just give in, darling. I can hear your heart racing, you want me too, don’t you.”

His hand begins working between you both, lifting your skirts in a rush, his fingertips trailing your skin and leaving traces of heat. Astarion quickly finds the hem of your underwear and pushes his fingers underneath, pressing them against your cunt, feeling out just how aroused you are.

“So wet, so ready for me.” he teases with his lips brushing against yours and you squirm slightly when his fingertip grazes over your clit.

“That doesn’t matter, I’m not fucking you.” you once more try to sound firm but Astarion just nips at your lower lip with his teeth briefly and grins to your face.

“Let me try and change your mind then.”

You begin to ask what he has in mind but the Lord quickly pulls himself from you, throwing your skirts over your legs and you gasp when he expertly wrangles your underwear down your legs.

“Astarion, damn it!” you hiss at him, remembering where you are and that people might be around but he just flashes a scarlet glance in your direction before he takes his position between your legs, not letting you close them when you attempt to do so in protest.

But the vampire doesn’t respond. He begins by kissing your inner thigh, his lips feel hot against your skin and the night air on your throbbing cunt makes your resolve to stop him fade almost to nothing.

“You’re incredibly stubborn.” you murmur, with a blush spreading over your face and you try to crawl backwards from him, but he just follows with a smug smile until your head bumps into a tombstone – nowhere to go.

“Just don’t stab me, love. You’ll have time for that later if you’ll wish for it.” Astarion doesn’t pause, he lowers his head again, his palms caressing your hips and his lips return to pepper kisses on your inner thigh once more, trailing down with each one of them.

“I’ll consider it.” you respond with a heavy blush now coloring your face and gasp softly when you feel the tip of his tongue drawing circles on your skin, so close to where you want him most but not quite there.

Astarion’s eyes flick to you for a moment before he finally drags his tongue against your drenched folds, finishing his lick with a flick against your clit and you grasp onto his hair on instinct, letting out a loud gasp. Your spine arches in response and Astarion puts his palms on the small of your back, supporting you.

“Gods, wait…” your voice is barely a whisper and you moan again when you feel his tongue beginning to explore you, lapping eagerly at every inch of your skin. Your eyes close from pleasure and you moan softly again, not stopping him despite your words, not even trying to.

Astarion notices this and grins, satisfied that you finally gave in, knowing that once more your body is his, just as he wanted and he wants to make you beg. He knows you will because of the way he’s teasing you, because of how his tongue moves, because you grip his hair in response from the pleasure.

It feels absolutely divine. How he trails the tip of his tongue, parts your folds with it, rubs it against your swollen clit making your legs tremble and you make all the sweetest sounds for him.

Fuck.

Your orgasm builds fast at his expert ministrations to your cunt. His tongue laps up every drop of your wetness and slithers inside of you for a moment while his lips engulf your folds with hungry suction that sends a tremor through your spine. You moan, louder now, forgetting everything except Astarion between your legs, your fingers clenched firmly in his hair. And then everything stops.

Almost everything.

You again feel his tongue against your inner thigh and you open your heavy-lidded eyes, panting. You are so close, so so close, you just need a little bit more, but even in your current state you realize that’s what he wanted to do.

“Beg for it, my sweet. Beg for your release. I need to hear you beg to be mine.” the crimson of his eyes bore into you and you pause, then exhale with frustration.

Your body is shaking and you’re aching to cum. At first your mind tells you to protest, to be snippy, to be arrogant, but the promise of relief clouds your mind.

“Fuck, you’re really making me do this.” you whisper between gasps of breath, looking at him for a moment longer then lean your head back against the tombstone and close your eyes, swallowing your pride and admitting defeat. “Please, Astarion. Godsdamn you.”

You hear a low chuckle escape vampire’s lips and he pauses just enough to keep you on edge before his hot mouth descends upon your cunt once more, his tongue now focusing entirely on your throbbing clit and you whine beautifully for him as he takes you last few steps to your orgasm.

With a spasm you finally reach your bliss, your body bends from pleasure and you cry out loudly into the silent, stuffy night air. Your fingers knead his silver locks and your legs shake while Astarion’s tongue guides you through your pleasure until you’re too sensitive to continue. You grab his hair, stopping him from licking at you any further and when he obeys, your muscles finally relax.

You remain still, panting heavily and your fingers release Astarion’s hair at last. He lifts his head and you can feel him crawl on top of you. He presses his wet mouth against your lips, surprising you, but you respond to his kiss eagerly. When he pulls back you open your eyes just to be greeted with a grin.

“You’ll be mine, little assassin.” he whispers and leans to your neck. You can practically sense the hunger in him now, but you’re not in a mood to give him your blood.

You push at him, getting a narrow-eyed look from the elf and you smirk at him in turn.

“I’m not done with you yet.” you say with a raspy voice and push him off you, catching him by surprise.

Astarion looks at you with curiosity but you just push him backwards even more, making him lay on his back now and you don’t waste your time straddling him. As you do that, he helps you with the skirts of your dress and grabs your hips, guiding you closer while you work through the buttons of his pants and pull out his erection. The tip of his cock glistens with precum and you hunger to taste it but decide against it, positioning it against your tender core and fitting yourself tightly right on it.

“Fuck, you feel so good… So tight…” Astarion exhales with pleasure and begins moving your hips of you. With your palms on his stomach you begin to raise and fall, watching smugness on his face be replaced with genuine pleasure and the ever so gentle blush colors his cheeks. “Harder.” He demands and you gladly obey, feeling every inch of his cock with your walls, enjoying the sensation of nearly making him slide out before you impale yourself over it fully once more.

This time you both moan, forgetting where you are, forgetting everything. At least for a moment. Astarion doesn’t forget why he chased you all the way here though. And when he sees a moment when you’re least vigilant he grabs you firmly and tosses you on your back, pulling out in the process.

You gasp in shock but he crawls on top of you again and you pull at his hips, wanting him to fill you again. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss and you groan slightly, annoyed he’s not burying his cock in you immediately.

“I said I’m not done.” you say with irritation and tug at his hips again, locking your ankles on his lower back, using your legs to push him even closer to you. You grasp onto his shoulders and without much resistance you push him closer still, finally feeling him slide right back into you and you gasp with relief.

Despite all his games he wants it too. His eyes are clouded from passion and his body shudders from your words and the sensation of your heat enveloping his cock with perfect tightness. Astarion gives in and pushes himself to the root forcefully now, letting lust at last to overtake him completely.

“Oh…” he exhales once he’s buried deeply inside you once more but gathers his thoughts for just a moment longer. “I know you’re not done. I know just how bad you want it.” he grins and as if to emphasize his point he thrusts into you once, making you mewl. “You want me as badly as I want you, my sweet.”

Then his lips press against yours and he begins thrusting. Quickly and powerfully, with controlled ease that is meant to work you both to your mutual ecstasy. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you moan into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your teeth. You don’t even notice how first drops begin to fall from the sky, warm summer rain almost unnoticeable in its beginning before it starts coming down faster.

Astarion takes a notice of it first, lifting his head and glancing up at the sky all while pumping into you without missing a beat, his panting mixing with your moans and you look up too but then back at him. He looks beautiful in this moment, and it seems despite the rain neither of you want to stop before you are done with each other.

When his eyes return to you, you pull him into another kiss only to be denied a moment later.

“I want to hear you, darling.” Astarion mutters with a grunt betraying his own pleasure and he lowers his head back to your neck, being pulled by the gluttonous desire for your blood.

“Fuck.” you exhale but then give in, moaning loudly while his hips snap against you with force and urgency and you yelp only slightly when his fangs pierce your neck, giving you discomfort only for a second or two.

You hear Astarion moan into your neck the moment he tastes your blood and his thrusts become increasingly erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm, the taste of you driving him wildly. You arch your neck for him and wrap your arms around his head, nearing your second orgasm too. Something about him feeding from you while fucking you at the same time is deeply erotic and you can’t help but to give into the feeling.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close…” you moan, feeling rain coming down harder, soaking you both and the grass around you, but that matters none.

Another moan reaches your ears and Astarion grips you in his arms firmly, pushing your body against his almost painfully, your clit brushes against his pelvis and it’s just what you needed, a couple rhythmic rubs against your swollen nub, to send you over the edge. You shout when you cum again, your body shuddering almost violently in his arms and your cunt clenching onto his cock fiercely, helping him empty himself completely within you with several uncontrolled jerks of his hips. Astarion lazily thrusts into you for a stroke or two before stopping completely and you relax in his embrace, coming down from your bliss, panting heavily.

“Astarion, hold on…” you whisper, barely able to talk, your pleasure left you dizzy but you understand one thing – he’s feeding on you far too greedily for you to remain alive if you let him continue.

Yet the vampire doesn’t react. It’s like his gluttony for your body and blood consumes him to the fullest in this moment and you begin to come out of your daze, seriousness of the situation replacing the wonderful sensation you were just basking in.

“Astarion.” you call to him again, but he doesn’t move. You feel him sucking on your blood, you hear him gulping it down and you know you have to stop him. Immediately.

Blindly you move your hand from him and grasp at the hilt of your dagger again, pulling it out of the sheath and quickly pressing it against vampire’s throat.

“Stop. Now.” you command and finally Astarion seems to listen because he freezes in spot.

It takes a moment longer for him to realize what’s going on and at last you feel his lips retreat from your skin, his fangs leaving your flesh. He exhales with a forced chuckle.

“I might’ve forgotten myself there, darling.” he lifts his head and gently moves your dagger from his throat, looking at you and noticing how serious your expression is but all you see is his lips, painted in red with your blood.

Astarion slowly licks his lips with a soft laugh and gives your mouth a brief kiss before he finally releases you from his arm and pulls out of you when you unlock your ankles. He sits on the grass, rain falling on both of you and making you both completely wet. When you sit up you notice his carefully put-up curls now weighted down by rain. It’s a lovely sight, you have to admit it.

After a moment of thought Astarion gently reaches out and grasps your chin with his fingers.

“You are not going to run away from me again, are you, little assassin?” he smiles, yet how he lost himself in your neck just earlier leaves you feeling uneasy but intrigued by him at the same time. Still, you don’t like that he persuaded you to the point you gave in. Your pride feels wounded and you just lift an eyebrow and brush his hand away, changing Astarion’s expression from content to puzzled.

He watches you as you stand up, letting drenched skirts of your dress fall around your legs, hiding the fact that his seed begins seeping down your inner thigh and you give him a long look, wondering if you should say something, maybe mention that you two should never meet again, but then you change your mind and walk away.

“Wait!” Astarion calls after you but you don’t stop. The rain muffles his struggle to get to his feet while at the same time tucking his spent cock away but you don’t hear him chasing after you.

You find your path behind the tree and among the grave markers towards the bushes where the Guildhall entrance is and pause, looking back, confirming that the vampire is not following this time. And so you don’t see him standing there in the rain, anger etched in his beautiful features and his fists clenched, his ego wounded that once more you walked away from him as if he’s a nobody.

While you quietly get through the secret passageway Astarion vows to himself – he will have you, no matter the cost. He has to have you. No one walks away from him unless dismissed.

No one.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Instincts: Dick Grayson x reader

I never wanted to do this.

It was not my intention to jump in front of Nightwing and take the impact of the force aimed at him, but years and years of training made my instincts kick in and it just happened.

“Protect them. Protect the team” was what I learnt.

Or maybe I was just trying to convince myself that it was just this sentence carved inside my brain and nothing beyond.

The truth was, however, that Dick was more than just a friend. At least to me, since it was purely one-sided and I was never his type. But when the danger came I did not hesitate to step on. Would I do the same for Dawn or Donna? Probably yes, but the motives of such action would be utterly different then with Dick.

And now, laying on the ground with blood dripping from stomach, I felt the rest of my consciousness drift away and before I gave in to the overwhelming darkness, the last thing I could hear was a scream of my name and someone was running towards me…….

***

I was born with some …. unique abilities that allowed to some sort of energy bending. It was like I felt it pulsing everywhere around me, coming from people, nature, electronic devices. I was like a plug connecting to the source of it and channeling it through myself into different object or forming it into burst of energy. For example I could draw sparks of power from one person and give it to someone else, who needed it more. A bit of exchange you may say. But my favorite trick was creating energy shields. All it took was focusing my own inner strength and forcing it out, forming protection. Smaller or bigger, differently shaped, depending on circumstances. It was cool, but as it usually happens in such events I knew that people would consider me a freak if they ever found out, so I kept it to myself. Of course, at some point people realized there was some strange occurrences and energy spikes every time I was around (in my defense : it was hard to control at the beginning, what can you expect from a 9 year old kid who has supernatural powers?). Due to that my parents decided it would be best to …. send me away, for a while…. Which soon became years and after 6 of them I lost hope they will ever come back for me. I was put in foster care with many other kids, trying my best to keep the abilities I was given away, staying in the shadows, by myself, being focused on my own things, not really forming any true relationship. But at nights…. At nights I used to sneak out the house into the streets of Gotham, feeling the energy rise and getting on top of the buildings to practice channeling (as I used to call it) to the point where I became perfect at it. Those were the moments when I felt like myself.

During one of my escapades I met Robin, Batman’s sidekick. Apparently, boys got into some sort of fight and for some crazy reason, absolutely coincidentally, he used my building to get some steam off.

“Hey, easy on that.” I blocked one of his R-shaped shurikens flying my direction “you may hurt someone”

“That is kind of the point.”

“You are Robin, aren’t you?”

“And who may you be?” he eyed me through the mask

“Oh, no one important. Just some mutant, practicing …..”

“Practicing what?”

“Energy bending.” I shrugged

“What?” his eyes grow wide at my words.”

“It’s nothing special, really…. Just …. You know what, let me show you. give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. It’s not like I could hurt you.”

“Fine, but no funny bussisness” he stuck the hand and I drew some energy from him, transforming it into the biggest and strongest shield I ever made so far.

“You got a lot of anger inside, don’t you?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to. I just know some better use for this” I pointed at my work in front of us.

“How safe is this?” he asked taking a step towards the shield

“Never failed me before.”

“Are you trained by someone?”

“No.” I shook my head “no one really knows it. Back in the days…. I was considered a freak, so you know, I’m not a fan of showing off.”

“But you should be trained” he insisted

“By who, Robin? By Batman?” I mocked

“Actually this may be a good idea” someone spoke from behind me and out of instincts I threw a blast of energy towards the freaking Batman himself....

***

Luckily he did not take offence. If anything he took me in, so since that accident on the rooftop I became a part of the bat-family, being raised and trained with Robin, I mean Dick. He was complicated one, full of contradictions. Deeply caring, but always ready to push you away. Full of anger but sensitive inside. Looking for a friend but never ready to talk about the things that worried him. Complex, multi-layered and most probably that was the thing that was drawing me into him and his constantly buzzing energy. It was hard for me to admit that I felt hard for him, but as usual, I kept it all inside, making use of that feeling during training. And it worked since I was getting better and stronger. There was also Wonder Girl, Donna. She and I connected with the speed of light, since we were fairly similar, both sarcastic and snarky, trusting our guts, always prepared. The difference was that Donna was full of self-confidence, ready to jump into action without inhibitions and always, always getting her way. Perfect at executing plans which in my case stayed only on paper. With such friend I should never feel left out, right? And to be honest, they never made me feel like I was less than them. But that was how I felt. Dick and Donna were trained at fighting, skilled at hand to hand combat and many different styles and techniques of sparring. No matter how hard I tried I could never compare. I was good, just not good enough to go into first line of fighting. Instead my job was to protect them with my powers.

“It’s your duty to keep them safe, you hear me?” Bruce told me once. “You do not engage into direct combat, do you understand?”

Of course I did. How could I not. And I did protect them, always, at any cost. Making it my sole purpose so I could feel like I belonged. But I never did despite Wonder Girl and Bird Boy best efforts.

“You are a member of the team, YN” Donna told me, catching up on my doubts “and you are our friend. Without you I would never survive Dick’s attitude.” She smirked

“Hey!” Dick interrupted her “I don’t like it at all, but she’s right. You are a good person and we need you.”

“Just so I can protect you, right? That’s it.”

“Oh, stop it, YN. You are so much more than what you do. You keep me sane, and you keep Dick in check since you’re probably the only person he sometimes listens to.”

“Yeah, right, thanks guys.”

*** It worked this way for some time, but eventually we all had to grow up. Donna stopped being Wonder Girl, since in her own words she wanted to see what Donna Troy could give the world. And Dick…. Dick broke my heart, a couple of times, getting into a few relationships and finally getting cold feet and running away leaving Gotham, Bruce, his alter ego and me behind. I stayed because where else could I go. But I never forgot. I knew he was fully aware of my feelings and I hated him playing around with them. I said my goodbyes and moved on as well as he did, thinking we would never meet again. But life is funny.

Dick got himself into troubles, finding girl with some demonic powers, a hot-headed woman gifted with solar abilities and a shapeshifter game-addicted boy. A lot of complications made him turn to the old friends for advice, the old friend being Donna, and purely by accident, me, since he caught us together on the varnishing day. Donna became quite a successful photographer, Dick was a detective and I focused on some scientific work and writing. That was quiet a catch up and there was something different in him and in the way he looked at me.

“I missed you” he told me casually eyeing me with some unrecognizable look and I froze at the spot. No, not again. Been there, done that, but seemed like feelings for him where still there.

***

So the band was back together, add a couple of members and consider the fact Dick was now Nightwing not Robin, and we were fighting alongside once again.

And despite everything I still got those schemes of thinking carved in my brain. “Protect them. Protect the team. So I did. All of them, Rachel, Gar, Kori…. And Dick. This idiot got into a fight and being so sure he won turned around to the rest of us, smirking as if he just proved a point, not really checking it. Biggest mistake since the allegedly defeated opponent came at his back ready to kill.

“NO!” I yelled running forward, pushing the energy out, trying to shield him, but I did not have enough time. Instead of energy flow I only managed to create a beam, not enough to cover myself. However, I managed to hit the villain with it and this time neutrilising him for good as he fell to the ground. “I made it.” I thought but was quickly brought down on earth as something thick and hot started flowing from my stomach. Blood. A lot of blood. “Oh, shit” was my last though before I felt dizziness and darkness around. Before I drifted away I heard someone screaming my name and running towards me, preventing me from hitting the ground and laying me down gently. And then … then it was just nothing.

***

Third person pov

“YN!” Dick yelled pulling hair from her face and placing her head on his lap “No!” anger was so visible on his face and heard in his tone it got everyone more scared than usual of Nightwing's rage. “Please, no….. Take the energy from me, I know you can use it to help yourself. Please, don’t die on me... “ his grip became tighter and more desperate as he felt more blood dripping from her body and her life slowly fading “Please….” He sobbed feeling helpless and pathetic.

“Dick!?” Rachel came out of nowhere and rushed towards the boy and dying girl “What happened?! What did she do?”

“What she was always learned to do.” Donna came closer too, clutching on her friend’s other hand “Protected the team.”

“But why me?” Dick asked tearily “why didn’t she protect herself?”

“You are such an idiot, Boy Wonder” Donna would smack his forehead if the circumstances were different “she loves you, dumbass. She always did. Don’t act like you did not know.”

“I…. I love her too” he muttered almost inaudible but the girls heard the words.

“You should have told her.”

“I was scared”

“Of what you bunch of feathers?!” now Donna really did smack him

“Of losing her!”

“Well, look where it got you!”

“Guys!” Rachel yelled getting their attention and stopping their battering “She’s gonna be fine. I healed her.” The girl pointed at the place where bloody wound should be. “But she’s weak, she needs rest, so maybe we should get out of here.”

“You’re right” Dick stood up picking YN and holding her close to his chest. He wanted her to feel the warmth and safety while being in his arms and knew her abilities would provide it. Nightwing was dead set on never letting her get hurt because of him or even in his presence. Now, it was his job to protect her.

*** Back to first person pov

I couldn’t remember what happened, but when I opened my eyes I was lying in bed instead of being on a battle field. I tried to move but there was a sharp sting in the back of my stomach and I fell back onto the cushions with a gasp of pain.

”Fuck!” I moaned as the memories came back. Wait, the memories, the fight, the villain. Was Dick safe… Was he …..

“YN, hey, don’t. You got hurt, you need rest. Lay back down” a warm hand was placed on my waist putting me back into bed.

“Are you… are you alright?” I asked looking at Dick with fear and as he nodded I exhaled deeply “I’m glad.”

“Are you?”

“I’m alive.” I shrugged and the pain stung me again “Guess it’s Rachel doing, am I right. I owe her great thanks. I need to talk to her….” I tried to get up but he gently stopped me again, now both his hands on my waist and he was leaning closer. “Dick?” that was a bit uncomfortable and there was something off with the way his heart was beating. I could feel his adrenaline, energy and …. something more. “Let me go.” I commanded but it came weaker that intended.

“No.” he simply said and a second later his lips was on mine. This was real, but somehow so much better than I imagined. The kiss, as much as Dick was so full of contradictions. Soft and gentle, caring and testing but at the same time passionate and heated and clearly going for more.

“Wait.” I pulled away not ready to be played with again. “What is this about? What are doing?”

“Kissing you.” he said a bit surprised.

“I noticed, but why? What’s the game you’re playing?”

“I hurt you a lot, didn’t I?”

“You’re not making any sense, Dick.”

“I’m sorry” he grabbed my hand gently caressing it with his thumb and the temperature in the room just became a bit hotter. Crazy how the kissing did not make me hot and this simple, caring gesture did.

“What…..?” I started but he cut me

“I must have hurt you since now that I’m admitting how much I love you, you think I’m fooling around….” He looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“You what now?” I could not believe the words he said

“I almost lost you.” Dick closed his eyes but opened them quickly. “And that made me realize I never told you how I really feel. And I should have done it. A long, long time ago...” Last words were barely a whisper

“How long?” I grabbed his chin and made him look at me “How long did you have them? Those feelings?”

“Years.” He admitted involuntarily

“How classic” I muttered “that almost-death experience got it out of you.”

“YN….”

“Why? Why run into arms of Dawn and then Kori and who knows who else?” I should have been happy, right? So why I felt the pain and anger and unfairness of it all?

“I tried to forget about how I felt. You were a teammate. This was a leverage, a threat. If I were to lose focus while on field…..” he shook his head.

"From what I know Dawn were a teammate as well. And so is Kori" I hissed and sighed deeply “You should have told me Grayson."

“This would have changed everything between us.”

“And doesn’t it now?” I asked and let the question hang for a while

“Do you feel the same?” he tried to change the subject

“You did not answer my question!”

“You didn’t answer mine!”

“I asked you first!”

“I asked you second”

“Will you two just quit it and confess to each other?” Donna came through the door “Come on you two, thin walls!” she rolled her eyes and disappeared again leaving us a bit ashamed, looking at the floor. None of us wanted this little burst popped and all the team included in our personal affairs.

“It’s different this time.” Dick sighed answering.

“Good to see some things never change. It’s still so damn hard to get information out of you detective” I crossed my arms looking at him expectanly

“Bruce is not around this time. You know that he would have ruined this relationship before it even started."

“That’s a fair point” I admitted “and it’s only fair if I give you the answer too.” suddenly I became shy “I do .... I share the feelings for you, feather boy.Robin.Nightwing.Dick.Whoever you are or choose to be. ”

“Good” he leaned again and captured my lips in a short, chaste kiss “now scoot over."

“Why?” I did not bother but he just grabbed me and made me move.

“I’m going to lay next to you.”

“Dick, what are you…..?”

“Shh. Not a word. Just come here” he motioned for me to come closer and as I did he closed his arms around me pulling me in. “How does it feel?”

“Safe. You make me feel safe.” I muttered into his chest enjoying his warmth presence so close to me.

“Good. Because that is the only thing you will be feeling next to me from now on” he kissed the top of my head “safe and loved. Those are just natural instincts with you.”

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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I’m so excited for ur Jetiri au 🤭🤭🤭

Me fucking too. And just because you asked, why don't we move the draft I've been working on right over here for you. I'm assuming you mean my modern au wheelchair Jake jeytiri shit, so that's what this is:

Quick recap from the Tommy post:

-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.

-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor. He'd volunteered there a lot while he was getting his medical degree and ended up liking it so much he works there when he's got a free moment between research and projects. So he has a tiny bit of leeway to beg for a spot for Jake from Mo'at and Sylwanin.

-Jake is not the normal clientele for the free clinic. They are on the edge of the reservation, and mostly only cater to the native population and those nearby. Sylwanin tells Norm this, but Mo'at is pretty sure this'll work out. She can just tell that for some reason they need Jake just as much as he needs them.

-When Jake first shows up, Neytiri has last minute replaced Sylwanin for the month because she had to fill in for a doctor who had to go on emergency leave a few counties over. Jake will later insist this was divine intervention, whereas at the time Neytiri was fairly sure she was being punished.

-Neytiri is eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, and completely sure she does NOT want to work in the free clinic for the rest of her life. She isn't exactly sure what she will do, but it'll be something big and life changing.

-Jake is twenty-two and his life is over. He went from being a promising young marine one second, to being a burden on everyone around him the next. And now even this girl at the clinic is forced to deal with him when she wasn't supposed to.

-They start of very slow, with halfhearted attempts at weightlifting that Jake's heart is clearly not in very much. Neytiri starts to get a little more invested. She insists that he needs more wheelchair dexterity training, and stands on the back of his chair and makes Jake cart her around to all her other patients for a week. At first it was a joke but it quickly becomes a floor is lava type situation, where if she touches the ground she looses. She takes them swimming in the pond, forces Tsu'tey to help her create a wheelchair obstacle course and then makes he and Neytiri take turns racing Jake through it, takes him to an archery range for the arm strength.

-They start to get more and more ridiculous as she becomes pretty sure what Jake needs is to realize he can still do everything he wants. They go skydiving, play paintball, and go on a hike when Norm manages to rig a chair with wheels that go outdoors better.

-O b v i o u s l y one of the most important tests/exercises they do regularly is just like, making sure his dick works. Just to check. Gotta be sure.

-When Sylwanin comes back and asks her mother where Neytiri is so she can say hi, Mo'at rolls her eyes. Sylwanin is then almost run over by the classic daily Neytiri and Jake wheelchair race, who both then start demanding Mo'at declare them the winner. Mo'at picks Jake because she loves bothering Neytiri (and her soft spot for Jake is as well hidden as the sun) and Neytiri once again blames his experience and they bicker as she jumps on Jake's lap for a ride to her next patient.

-Sylwanin: ...wha-

Mo'at: shhhhh. Let it happen.

-The not so secret reason that Jake was at the clinic was less for his recovery and more for the literal depression he clearly had. It was Norm's "I will not rat you out to Tommy" condition. Jake considers himself all cured of that shit now, Norm, but everyone else isn't so sure. They all have come to love (and be super annoyed by) Jake and Neytiri together, but it's important Jake is able to be not depressed without Neytiri there.

-Jake: psh, why do I need to be happy without Neytiri?

Norm: because it's normal and healthy, Jake.

Jake: okay but what you are asking for is literally impossible.

-They give him a week. A week at home, NO NEYTIRI. The week does pass, and it actually goes well for Jake. He takes some independent trips in his brand new Norm finagled (bc the real ones are crazy expensive) Jake drivable truck, he works out on his own, reconnects with his old friend Trudy from the marines. He feels competent. He can't help but feel like he owes that confidence to Neytiri.

-Neytiri is noticeably sulking around the clinic, to the point that Sylwanin almost ALMOST calls Jake for her. It's insane. They're known each other for like three months at this point. Sylwanin has known her fiance her entire life, and she loves Tsu'tey, but sometimes he drives her crazy. They survived her month away, and she has work trips often.

-When Jake pulls back up to the clinic on his own in his own truck, they have the most dramatic reunion ever. It's like something out of a romcom. The regulars HAVE to applaud.

-It's to almost no ones surprise that when Jake announces his intention to head out traveling, Neytiri announces she'll be going with him. They spend the summer sending pictures from Niagara Falls, The Great Canyon, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, the black sand beaches in Iceland, The Great Barrier Reef, Vaadhoo Island and many other places.

-They return happy, married, and pregnant; again, to no ones surprise (although Sylwanin manages to muster up a little outrage).

-Norm is so close to ratting Jake out to Tommy at this point.

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Extremely important modern AU information:

Jokes about No Nut November, once casually tried but caved on November 8th, 12th, and 15th respectively (no he's not weak it's just not worth it!! What's the point? It's not healthy to go that long without it!), the only individuals here who attempt it in a sane manner really: Gorou, Bennett, Thoma

"Haha yeah I've heard of that haha" (Would literally rather die): Kaeya

Claims to have done it. Did not actually do it. Came every single day even: Venti

Stick in the mud, straight faced as he says that is the stupidest thing he has heard in his entire life, probably jerks off on the spot out of spite: Diluc, Cyno

Also says that is the stupidest thing he has heard in his entire life, secretly curious as to whether or not he could do it... casually decides to attempt. Makes it about halfway through the month. Somewhat disappointed with himself.: Tighnari

Decided to do it to test himself, takes it very seriously, manages to persevere due to 1) being already well-versed in self control and 2) avoiding potential mania triggers like the plague: Chongyun

Decided to do it to test himself, takes it very seriously, manages to persevere solely by focusing on the promise of Destroy Dick December: Heizou

Decided to do it to test himself, takes it very seriously, caves on November 3rd because a leftover Halloween decoration he passed by walking home depicted a witch with massive tiddies, wallows in disappointment face-down on his bed for an hour: Kazuha

Thinks it would be easy so he actually commits, more as a joke than anything. Quickly realizes it is in fact not easy. Bothered because??? Is he really this weak?? No, he's just psyching himself out. He can do it. Easily.... Caves on November 20th and 25th respectively. Very disappointed. At least he tried.: Xingqiu, Ayato

Has never heard of No Nut November before, sees it once online, Googles it and gets the urban dictionary definition, still has to ask someone to understand, very confused, 'is this really what the youths are doing these days' etc, would never even consider it: Zhongli

Takes it as seriously as a matter of life or death. Hypes up a week beforehand. Unironically posts about it. Does it as a joint effort with the Bros™ who act as an accountability check for each other. They overdramatize every moment like they're enduring the worst pain ever known to man. Works out as a means of distracting himself. Unironically gets a phone call at 3 am from a fellow bro claiming he's facing temptations and stays up for several hours pep talking the guy through it as if he's trying to convince him not to commit a crime. Actually manages to do it. They have a group celebration as if they just went through some major life accomplishment. Cums enough on Dec 1st to fill a mason jar: Itto

"See, technically, it only applies to masturbatory orgasms. Intercourse-induced orgasms are not included in the prohibition. Therefore -- no I'm not in a relationship, but this is hypothetical -- therefore, they don't count as -- oh that thudding sound? Ignore that, that's a dog and definitely not a live human person in my basement -- anyway, it doesn't count as--": Albedo

Has already subscribed to his egirl's "Nonstop Nut November" private video Onlyfans collection, tells himself it can't go to waste: Xiao

Makes a big deal out of No Nut November. Posts about it several days beforehand. Posts are half ironic and half unironic because he genuinely attempts it. Gets himself psyched up for it. Cums like seven times on October 31st. Mutes all nsfw accounts across various socials. Hides the lotion and tissues. Curates all consumed media to avoid any semblance of ass and tiddies. Unironically prays for strength. Acts like he's going through the worst pain known to man. Fails November 2nd 1:47 p.m.: Childe

#im sorry

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olderthannetfic · 10 months

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I've been trying to keep my mind open, about The Idol, and watched the episodes that are out on a totally legal streaming site, and had to click out because it was just... so fucking boring? It's literally nothing we haven't seen already, nothing that hasn't been put to film about a thousand times already and always with the same formula.

Like... it's just badly written and badly acted softcore porn that desperately wants to be something more by trying to mix into it deep themes that are very clearly misunderstood and mishandled by the scriptwriter. It's just another man who wants to be considered special for portraying the True Female Experience™ while utterly failing to see women as complex human beings. I've taken a number of film classes, and the script for this series is the stuff you can expect an edgy freshman to write to try and shock the class with how Dark & Broody he is.

And I was genuinely thinking about it being a me problem, to the point that I began wondering if I was sliding down the rhetoric used by antis, until I realized that one of my favorite TV shows of all time is Fleabag, a series whose main female character is a hypersexual woman who consumes heaps of hardcore porn, constantly cheats on her boyfriend, and sends nudes en masse to see who pays attention to her first.

Still, you can see that Fleabag's main themes are grief and guilt, and that Fleabag's hypersexuality holds thematic importance.

In The Idol, hypersexuality and sexual exploitation are presented as being present for thematic exploration, but they don't come off as such: they just feel like another way to ogle at the main actress' body (I genuinely can't stand shows in which the main actress is constantly naked but the main actor never even pulls off his shirt; it really shows who the show was made for, imo. The Tudors wasn't a particularly good series either, but at least the men on cast weren't scared of being seen with their dicks out).

It all has the same vibe as that scene from Queen's Gambit in which Anya Taylor Joy's character is going through the roughest time of her life, her entire world is collapsing onto her, and the director depicted this "rough patch" by having her lounge on her couch in lingerie with her make-up sexily smudged while she sexily sips from a bottle of nondescript liquor. In interviews, he went on to talk about how that scene is meant to depict the hell of addiction and how it shows the strengths and weaknesses of Anya's character. No, my dude, you just wanted a conventionally beautiful actress to wear lingerie, that's about it. If her character had been male, I very much doubt he would've been made to wear... idk, his Magic Mike attire? His clubbing outfit? His sexiest lacy thong?

I just wish these Hollywood people would stop selling their crap as deep and meaningful when it's just run-of-the-mill softcore porn. But, then again, Sam Levinson ended up sobbing at Cannes because the line "Welcome to my shithole" moved him so much, so... the hell do I know of what happens in those people's heads.

Tragically, they probably think they did make something deep.

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⭐ for I want to die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss!

Hehe<3 ty for indulging me to talk about this fic more Dujour!

ive talked about the contents quite a bit, but one thing i haven't touched upon as much is Celia knowing Elena's gonna leave, and how she changes to make up for that- this fic capturing Celia as she steps towards taking over Elenas role of leader and is slowly running out of denial about how Elena will leave. Ft taking about the power structure and leadership pre everlasting kiss. it got long so under the readmore!

Celia is not anything close to a leader, or even in the middle of the social hierarchy, when she turns 17. Elena and Tesoro are both near the top, not enough to be considered in the running leaders of their year, but Elena has an intelligence and fighting talent that overshadows that shes a girl, and Tesoros emotional intelligence and levelheadedness means hes the de facto mediator.

if all 2-3 'leaders'- the people fighting over the top position who have the ability to hold it- are down, Tesoro may be the person who most look to, but Elena would be the true leader, having the intimidation and strength to take control.

Celia is at best, a loyal grunt whos aware of the complexities of reputation and can win a fight enough to mostly avoid being fucked with.

But Elena is nominated for a scholarship by the school. Elena is already spending less time with them and more in what passes for an art studio, planning her portfolio and pieces, spending extra time behind class to make sure she gets those grades.

Elena will no longer be the person to step up as leader.

Tesoro is already cracking under the strain of his home life as well as the emotional baggage piled onto him. he will be important- but he cant be the one at the top.

and this is fine- well its not Celia has to grapple with her best friend leaving but shes happy for her!

Then the race happens and Polpo orchestrates a turf war between street gangs just so Passione can take over and absorb the victor. [timeline here more specifically under the second readmore]

and by the middle there down to one leader, and even less people, then that leader gets hospitalized and Elena is forced to step up while Tesoro is trying to hold everything together and Celia is who Elena leans on, Celia is the one who is trusted by Elena, and Celia is the one who suddenly starts moving upwards.

turns out being head over heels for your leader motivates a low tier grunt to become someone people learn to fear, not to mention fighting for you and your friends lives.

then the war is over, then they can breath- and thats when Everlasting Kiss happens. and it all changes again.

Celia didn't know if she was glad it missed or not. She was already the de facto leader of their little sub-group, and despite the leers, she would be the one to step up when Sovrano was taken out of the game- Hell she had stepped up as he was taken care of in that clinic.

By all rights, Elena should be the next in line, but this scholarship- well, she's been slowly retreating from them, preferring to study and linger in what passed for a studio in school, than hang out in parks and bars and wherever they chose to linger at night, drifting through the stone jungle they called home.

by the beginning of the fic, Celia is hyper-aware of Elena leaving, and has even become the leader next in line herself. Her and Elena are seen by the current leader as of equal status- showing just how far she has risen from effectively being Elena's lackey.

not to act like a Shakespearean dick joke is a truth of the universe but Celia is not born great, she had greatness thrust upon her every time, greatness being leadership. Her mother dies, she is forced to take up the role of parent. Elena is working for that scholarship [and other people die] so she is forced to take on the role as leader.

Celia is willing to make hard choices and sacrifice herself for those she loves and so she ends up carrying the burden of responsibility for others. she will end up stepping up to become a leader not out of a thirst for power, but because those she loves cannot hold the burden themselves.

+ bonus thats actually in the vein of directors commentary:

Yet Sovrano was waiting for something, anticipating action- despite the bandages and stitches, and there had been so much blood, and someone else had managed to knife him, in that last desperate attempt, but missed killing him by a few centimetres.

that 'last desperate attempt' was by Elena. she was so fed up of his shit she shanked him in the middle of a fight but unfortunately she missed.

#thebirdwrites #celia #maría elena #gold & silver #Tyy for the ask!!#it was fun to talk about how not leaderlike celia was before shit went down #edit: i didnt mention conficcare and that because hes eternally fighting for his life at the bottom of the food chain #that boy never gets to be any less than the lowest in the leadership chain #its why he secretly loves medical crisis #hes finally in charge!#he does hate it every time tho but he forgets every time too

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englishspeaker47 · 5 months

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Love Birds

Episode 5: Schooled

We visit Y/N and Dick’s school, super boy doesn’t like monkeys and Robin continues to mess up the English language.

MOUNT JUSTICE August 3,

13:06 EDT

Kaldur looses a game of air hockey against Wally and Robin, M'gan and I are watching and we hear the zeta tube.

"Hi super boy how was metropolis?" M'gan asks but he walks past her

"Ready for training everyone?" I know that voice!

"Aunt Dinah!" I say

"Hey birdie" she says hugging me but she winces slightly when my arm brushes past her shoulder.

"Aunt?" M'gan asks

"Not biological" I say and M'gan hugs her uncle

"Stick around, class is in session" Black Canary says to super boy

She walks into the middle of the glowing spot in the cave

"I consider it an honourable aspect to be your teacher, I'll teach you everything I've learnt from my mentors. And my own bruises"

"Wait what happened with to your arm?" I say in worry for my aunt

"Not important birdie, I'm fine" she says before continuing

"Now let's do this. I'll need a sparring partner"

Wally's hand shoots up

"Yup, right here" and he walks over to Black Canary

"After this I'll show you some of my moves" I grimace in disgust muttering ew

"What?" Robin asks

"Dude that's my aunt. My friend is flirting with my aunt" I say

"Ok fair enough" he says

Black Canary smirks she punched his forearm, intending for him to block which he did and so she swept him off his feet causing him to fall to the ground.

"Ow- uh it hurts so good" Wally says

"Mhm ok but did anyone see what he did wrong?"

Robin raises his hand

"Oh oh, he hit on teacher and got served" he says causing me to stifle a laugh.

"Dude?" Wally says annoyed

"He allowed me to dictate-" Canary gets cut of by super boy

"Oh please. With my powers the battles always on my terms. I'm a living weapon and this is a waste of my time."

Canary smirks once again

"Prove it" having said that Wally backs up of the battle ground as to avoid getting hit.

Super Boy goes for a punch but gets it thrown by Canary

"Hahaha" both robin and I start laughing but get judged by Aqua Lad and we turn around with out hands over our mouths to stop laughing.

"Your angry. Good, control that into-" she gets interrupted by super boy going for another punch and she sweeps him off his feet.

And Rob starts laughing again. Still lightly chucking I slightly slap his shoulder.

"That's it I'm done" super boy says

"This is mandatory" Canary says

"Batman to cave 5 hours ago a new menace attacked green arrow and Black Canary"

I look to my aunt and she gives me a reassuring smile

"That attacker is studying and duplicating its opponents abilities, arrow called im reinforcements nearly proving disastrous"

Wally speaks up

"Woah one guy with all the powers of the entire league"

"An android, made by the TO Morrow?" I say

"Good guess, Nightingale" Batman says before continuing

"You will be spilt into teams to safe guard the two good trucks"

We all run out of the cave to the motorbikes

LITCHFIELD COUNTRY August 3,

20:08 EDT

We're all on our respective motorbikes.

Robin, Super Boy and I drove off behind the first truck.

"Hey Night. If dislike is the opposite of like is disaster the opposite of aster? see instead of going wrong they go right." Robin says

"Yea in a sense I guess so" I say

"Clearly your not feeling the aster, what's wrong?" I say to super boy

"Canary. I mean what business does she have teaching combat skills To a guy with super strength" he said

This isn't about Canary it's about super mam.

"Fighting against stronger guys is apart of the gig, Canary learned that the hard way same as Batman, and well Nightingale and I" Robin says to super boy.

Super Boy revs his motorbike driving ahead

"Geez nice chat" Robin says

"It's not Canary that's the problem. It's Super man not training him" I say in a private com.

"He nods and we stay in a comfortable silence minus the Motorbikes and wind.

"Robin, Nightingale, super boy out truck is under attack" we bear in our coma

"Yea we kinda figured" robin says looking forward to see the robotic monkeys on the truck.

"Robot monkeys! Haha totally Ivo's style" both robin and I switch our motorbikes to battle mode

"Theres no point" super boy says jumping onto the truck and pushing his bike and the bike flings towards robins bike causing him to have to jump off and grapple onto the truck.

I send my bat drone helping the too by throwing most of the robot monkeys off.

"Do you to need some help up there?" I say into the com

"No, stay down there we got this." Robin says

The too keep fighting the bots while I trail behind using my bat gun to shoot most of the robots off.

I see Robin jump off

And super boy follows the monkeys

"Super boy!" Robin yells to no avail

"We lost our cargo did-" Aqua Lad gets cut of on the com by robin.

"It's gone, and so is super boy"

"So, you got this do ya Rob?" I say smiling

He glares

"Come on. Get on here" he jumps on the back of my motorbike and we ride off to get robins bike and meet with KF.

GOTHAM CITY August 3,

21:21 EDT

Robin and I are on our bikes while KF follows behind

"You changed to?" Robin asks KF

"Pfft yea I feel naked in civi clothes" he reply's with

"Where could they be heading?" Robin asks referring to the monkeys with the cargo

"Their at our school!" I say

We get to the school and into the gymnasium

The android is built and they’re ready to attack us.

"Access Martian Manhunter" and he fades through the Bat-a-rang thrown by robin.

"Access Red tornado" he creates a tornado smashing the boys and I against the bleachers.

"Access black canary" he says and attempts so scream at me. I flip over the android sticking a bomb to his mouth and when it explodes it affects his mouth.

I then grapple back to the boys and land looking at the android.

"Ah so the girl knows what she's doing I see. Trained by THE Batman. BUT, you've never met your mother.. have you?" Ivo says

My head perks up towards him.

'How would he know that' I thought to her self

"Who is she, do you know her?! Answer me!" I yell running towards him with a a bomb.

"Access the flash" I turn to my left and get punched across the room.

-3rd person-

KF gets flung across the floor and the android picks him up squeezing him, then a green arrow gets shot through the air to the android causing the android to fade through it and drop KF.

Robin looks at the arrow and tucks it in a compartment in his utility belt.

"Access super man" and the androids eyes light up and is about to shoot Robin.

Nightingale jumps in pushing him down and out of the way causing the two to slide and bump into the wall.

"Ouch" nightingale mutters

"Mhm, thanks" and he smiles at her

"Great, super boys gone ballistic again" KF says

"Maybe not" robin says watching super boy attempt to attack Ivo

"Amazo. Protect your master priority alpha"

Ivo said running away from super boy

"Anyone wanna play keep away?" Robin says kicking Ivo

"Me!" Nightingale and KF say in unison

The android looks at them "Martian man hunter"

The boys and Nightingale keep fighting until super boy punches the android in the face causing his head to blow up.

"Help me disassemble him" Robin yells running over to the android who's just laying on the Floor.

"Dude he's got no head." KF says

"Don't take any chances" Aqua Lad says entering the gymnasium.

"Super boy" M'gan says holding his arm helping him up

"I'm fine M'gan" he says smiling at her

"Aw how cute it that" Nightingale says to Robin

"Feeling the aster" super boy and Nightingale say In sync

"Jinx!" Nightingale says

The team look at her smiling, M'gan chuckling.

"Wait where's Ivo" Nightingale says and she walks away from the group in thought

How did he know about my mother?, dad won't even tell me anything about her. I'll guess I'll have to find out On my own.

Nightingale looks back to her team. smiling at all of them.

A little help wouldn't hurt

She thinks as she walks toward her teammates leaving the school but not before passing the lockers that got destroyed.

MOUNT JUSTICE August 4,

01:06 EDT

"We got the android pieces safe again at star labs" Aqua Lad says to Batman

"Capturing Ivo will be a league priority" Black Canary says and notices Nightingale stiffen when she mentions it being a league priority.

"It's always ok to ask for help that why we have the league, there's problems even we can't handle" Batman says

"Please. We wouldn't even get the chance to call for help." Robin says pulling out the arrow he stored away earlier.

"This look familiar. you were following us, babysitting you still don't trust us" he continues with.

Green arrow pulls out his arrow and compares it to the arrow robin handed him.

"We didn't follow you" Batman says

Nightingale places her hand on Robins shoulder and speaks.

"And that's not his arrow, but that means. Roy's back!"

"Speedy!" KF says

"Yes he has out backs" Aqua Lad says

KF takes the arrow.

"Souvenir!" He says

GOTHAM CITY August 4,

03:45 EDT

Y/N walks around the manor looking at the flowers in the garden.

And she hears footsteps behind her so she snaps her head behind her only to see Dick.

"What are you doing out here. It's so cold" he says, placing his jacket around her.

Y/N looks to a flower in her hand and says

"Remember how I told you I've never met my mum" she says

"Yea. You told me after I told you what happened to mine" he says sitting next to her

"Yea well I want to find her. Ask one question I've wanted to ask her forever."

"And that is?" He says

She hesitates but continues to speak

"Why did she leave me? Throw me away. Dump me on dad."

Robin places his hand on hers.

“We’ll. You can count on me to help you find her”

#dc x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #young justice robin x reader

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kdd-works · 1 year

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Madness combat characters on what they would give to their s/o on Valentine's Day (this is if the Madness Combat Universe (not to be confused with the other MCU) celebrates Valentines or any kind of similar holiday). Maybe Sanford, Deimos and Hank first?

So to be completely honest, I don't think Valentine's Day or any equivalent is celebrated very widely in Nevada. Mostly because everything's all death violence and destruction and everything looks like hell.

That being said, maybe, just maybe…

Also ngl it's really, really hard to answer this in a general sense, since the point is kinda to think of your partner and what's a good gift for them? But characters have different ways of thinking of those sorts of things, so—

Also whoops I did way more than needed

Headcanons - What MadCom characters would give to their s/os on Valentine's Day!

Hank: I'm not gonna lie, I'm not sure Hank would be the best at figuring out what their s/o even wants on Valentine's day, but they want to be a good partner, so I'm pretty sure he'd just get his s/o a bunch of weapons, or a blender. His logic is that weapons are necessary in Nevada, and that blenders are… also necessary.

Mag Hank: Dumps a pile of slaughtered enemies in front of their s/o. Doesn't understand how their devotion could ever be a bad gift, even when it comes in the blood of their enemies. He looks so happy about it, though—

Sanford: He's the kind of guy who wants to consider what his s/o would like but at the same time doesn't waste time with anything too formal (mostly because… it's Nevada). Takes his s/o out on a date that's nice and laid-back, and then maybe chill and watch movies or something. Super simple stuff. I feel like he's more a fan of quality time than any gifts, that's just how he is.

Deimos: He's really out here saying his s/o can do whatever they want to him however they want all night, as if that isn't what he already asks for every day anyway. But he's a handsome guy so, let it slide maybe?

2BDamned: Okay, I still can't see 2BD as anything but aroace but I feel like if he saw someone upset about being single on Valentine's Day he'd toss a chocolate bar at them like "Here's a chocolate now stop being salty in my hideout."

Tricky: Sparring match sparring match sparring match sparring match sparring match—

Sheriff: He's extremely uncreative about Valentine's Day gifts, but I feel like he'd still buy a box of chocolates for his s/o at the very least. He wishes he could make time in his schedule but it's a lawless wasteland out there and he's pretty busy.

Jeb: Honestly, I think he'd just not participate in Valentine's Day. It's pretty damn hard for him to not be so aloof about everything. He's too concerned with more important things. And by that I mean he's kind of a dick.

Auditor: Valentine's Day is probably unfamiliar to them as a holiday, so most of the 'gifts' they could even fathom giving their s/o are pretty abstract stuff like strength or power. They can back it up, at least. Maybe it comes with a price, maybe not, all that matters is, the two can rule together, so why not?

If there are any more you wanted me to do, uhh, reach out? Luv ya~❤

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Been pondering To Partake now Gil's been reintroduced to the narrative and wondering if you've ever considered doing a larger exploration of the dynamic he had with Celebrimbor before the events of the fic? Super intrigued by how Partake!Gil would function opposite somebody he actually respects(?) and who is more able to advocate for themselves - is he just a dick and Celebrimbor just rolled with it until he saw how damaging it was for Elrond, or does he just save his bastard energy for Elrond?

What a question!

Man, where to even start -- because to be honest the differences in how Gil-Galad responds to Celebrimbor and how he responds to Elrond are like, the crux of the fic, in a way.

Here's the thing: Showgalad throughout S1 really strikes me as a deeply entitled and ruthless person, and by ruthless I mean that in the pure sense of the word. He sees he's at point A. He sees point B. He seeks the most efficient/convenient/reliable path to get to point B based off of his understanding of the world, and he takes that path. He makes consistently shitty decisions based off consistently surface-level altruistic motives (usually for 'peace' or 'the good of middle earth' etc. etc.), with underlying selfish motives (let's be honest: shipping Galadriel off to Valinor can be construed as getting rid of a volatile political rival), and that's a character archetype that I love to play with. Every decision Showgalad makes, like sending Galadriel to Valinor, or leaving Elrond out of crucial information regarding the mithril arc, etc. etc. is Showgalad saying over and over I know what's best for the situation, and if I have to manipulate someone to get the best outcome, then so be it. He's very very ends-justify-the-means and he's very "wisest person in the room syndrome". He doesn't consider a lot of subtext or angles.

And the key here for me as a writer when trying to think about Showgalad and how he translates into someone with personal relationships...it's that he isn't irredeemable. That's what makes him so frustrating for me. Partake!Gil also makes consistently shitty decisions or goes about things in horrible ways for consistently surface-level good/reasonable reasons, but underlying selfish ones. He introduced Elrond & Brimby to each other because he saw the chemistry there and thought they'd hit it off (and thought it'd be enjoyable/a good time), when he has sex with Elrond he's not consciously being a dick about it -- so the thought process goes: "Elrond had never once looked unhappy. He had never once protested. He had never once refused...[Gil-Galad] genuinely thought that he would."

Partake!Gil's fatal flaw is arrogance, entitlement, and the refusal to see himself as anything but a good person. Ironically, integrity and communication are important to him. The reason he was able to maintain a healthy relationship with Celebrimbor all those years is that Celebrimbor has the clout and the emotional strength and maturity to be able to communicate. This shows up in its most basic form right at chapter one, when Celebrimbor gets overstimulated and taps out with a brief "enough". And I mean, later when Celebrimbor confronts him about his treatment of Elrond -- once Gil-Galad is cornered about it and has to face facts, he does listen. The problem here is that he's a pragmatist and he doesn't really ever make the time to think deeply about subtext or examine himsef too closely. He's busy and not interested in forming deep attachments because it's not his thing. He expects his partners to communicate clearly, and he is used to partners who communicate clearly.

And yeah, this works GREAT when it comes to his relationship with Brimby, because Brimby has no problem voicing his needs and clearly communicating.

This becomes a HUGE problem when suddenly we throw Elrond into the mix, who has a hero-worship problem, his self-esteem is in the gutter, and he has no idea how to communicate. He's like exhibit a explaining why the absence of 'no' is not the same thing as an enthusiastic 'yes'. Now we've got a situation that just breeds dysfunction. They enable the worst of each other. Gil-Galad doesn't want to take the time to read subtext, think critically, or guide an inexperienced partner. He wants to get his dick wet with a person he enjoys. Elrond is a (very) inexperienced partner who's just happy that the person he adores is giving him the time of day and has no concept of how to communicate the fact that he has needs Gil isn't fulfilling (and even if he did know how to voice them, he wouldn't because his self esteem is in the gutter alskdgh).

And then like you said: there's the issue of respect which is HUGE. Unfortunately showGalad strikes me as the kind of person where you have to clearly demand respect and show why he needs to respect you -- if you don't, well...then he's not going to. Hence the whole situation where in the backstory of the fic, when Elrond & Gil were just getting started, Elrond went "boundaries??? don't know her" and instead of doing the reasonable thing that Celebrimbor did of "hey maybe we should set some," Gil went: "SWEET. No boundaries!"

All that to say I'm really excited for the future chapters of Partake as we transition back to Mithlond. Right now what we're experiencing with Gil is pretty much the knee-jerk reaction to there being boundaries when he's used to having none and he's being a pissbaby about it, but I promise I am strongarming him into doing some Thinking, and I have a lot of communication and more boundary setting between him and Elrond in the future. And also a lot of dysfunction aklsdgh because look, if we're being honest there is just way too much history here for them to be levelheaded and normal when around each other. But as I keep promising: the fic will have a good ending. But unfortunately healing is a non-linear process though and relapses happen often so I won't say there won't be angst & pain & more mistakes made along the way. But another key part of Gil's character is that he does care about Elrond. He is fond of him. Elrond does matter to him. We see that with Showgalad in the finale when Elrond essentially says "do it for me", and Gil does relent and give them that extra bit of time they need to finish the rings. So...I keep holding on to that to inform the final Mithlond arc of Partake. I'm hoping it'll come in handy and I can use the fact that he's actually very fond of Elrond to my advantage!

To be honest in the future I think I'm more likely to write a fic exploring early!Elrond x partake!Gil because I already have ideas about how that whole thing got started, but I can't say that I don't enjoy the dynamic Gil and Brimby have. This probably (definitely) will get worse as we get more seasons of the show! I'm sure I'll end up writing more fic for all of them eventually!

UGH this got huge. tysm for giving me a chance to ramble. This was probably way more than you wanted aldksgh

#to partake #this got SO LONG SORRY #i just get really feral when asked about my fics #and partake in particular just deals with a lot of really messy and interesting dynamics that I love playing with #Gil is so fucking interesting to me I want to put him under a microscope

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dramatisperscnae · 5 months

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Dick Verse: Taloned Knight

In the months following the brief shadow-war between the Court of Owls and League of Assassins after the loss of Gotham's Dark Knight, a second disappearance shook the city. The vigilante Nightwing went missing while out on patrol one night, with no sign of who the culprit might be or what their motive was. A year later he would be found, badly injured and barely coherent but irreparably changed: his reflexes were faster, his body stronger, and his injuries healed exponentially faster than any human's should.

As it would turn out, the Court was not going to forgive or forget Nightwing's interference in their plans. With the loss of so many Talons in the wake of the Lazarus Pit's destruction, they were determined to make up for it through any means possible. Given how instrumental Nightwing was not only in that battle but also the freezing - and therefore destruction, of a sizeable number of their original Talons, and considering his already well-known physical and mental prowess, he seemed the perfect candidate for furthering their experiments into improved Talons. Talons that were more than mindless weapons or glorified attack dogs.

For a full year he was kept imprisoned, subjected to experiments, torture and - due to the processes involved in Talonization - even repeated death. There were, of course, several escape attempts, each one getting farther than the last but each one ultimately a failure until, in one final bout of desperation, he managed to fight his way out and ended up collapsed in a run-down building on the outskirts of Gotham City with barely any real idea how he'd gotten there. It was there his family found him again, having never given up the search, and finally brought him home.

It was a close-run thing; had the Court truly managed to break his mind as they altered his body, they might have had a perfect Talon at their disposal. As it was, he managed to escape before the final experiments could be performed, leaving his transformation half-complete at best. Dick Grayson still has his own mind and his sense of self, but the effects of the Dionesium alone will not be so easily got rid of. If they can be reversed at all.

Important Notes: Dick still retains his sanity and his reason, though his emotions now tend to be more volatile than they already were especially when he's stressed.

Symptoms of his partial Talonization include darkened veining that spreads through his arms, up to his chest and his neck when the Dionesium's effects are particularly strong, and a sheen of sickly, pale green that covers his eyes; when this happens it looks to him like the entire world is covered in a hazy green fog. These can and do become more pronounced when he is around anyone actively drawing on the power of the Lazarus Pits [i.e. Jason's mystic leap], and especially around the Pits themselves or water from them; there is a resonance effect between the 'pure' power of the Pits and the 'corrupted' version the Dionesium offers. This also means Dick can tell if someone has been affected by either substance, even if he might not be otherwise aware of it.

His already-incredible physical attributes - strength, speed, agility, flexibility - have been enhanced further, and he heals in days from what should take weeks or more; minor injuries might heal more or less immdiately, depending on how minor they are.

His senses of sight and of hearing have been heightened as well; not beyond human levels, but to their peak, save in one respect: he can now see about as well in darkness as he can in daylight.

#dick verse: taloned knight #[because I have no self control and this verse has apparently stuck >w>]#lazaruspitreborn #[tagging you because this is your fault XD]

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I don’t know what this is. It’s partly me rambling for a long time. It’s a meta, but also has some of my own headcanons & thoughts sprinkled in. I call it my F.antasia Manifesto because that's what it feels like. It's an examination of Laxus’ character and why Fantasia happened in the first place; it wasn’t so much about the guild as it was Laxus & Makarov’s relationship which is the main focus of this. Keeping up with the Dreyars is a full time job.

shoutout to jana / @aeceso for betareading this for me <;3

We all know what Laxus was like in the beginning. Arrogant. Rude. Loud-mouthed. Very focused on strength. His need for the guild to be strong is his stated reason for Fantasia.

That’s how he’s portrayed and he is a dick to everyone he talks to. He literally calls Team Shadowgear weak after what Gajeel did to them only to then later attack Gajeel “for them”. Obviously, it wasn’t about them or Gajeel.

We don’t really know at this point where his emphasis on strength originates.. One hidden part of it that I think we shouldn’t ignore is that Laxus as a child was sick. And that’s a key part I want to point out. He was a sickly child. I think some part of his obsession with strength, perhaps even subconsciously, was a fear of feeling like he did as a child. Pediatric chronic illness has been noted to align with later emotional, behavioral and psychiatric symptoms. It is not every child, obviously, but I think Laxus would be a good case for something like this considering Fantasia. Laxus going from being sick to having heightened senses of a dragon slayer will be something I explore in a different post because I believe that is important. And so is his relationship with Makarov.

Fantasia doesn’t happen because Laxus thinks everyone else is weaker than him, that’s just what he says. We learn that we can’t even trust his stated reasons, I don’t think he is even conscious of the fact of why he’s behaving so out of character for himself. We know we can’t trust him because Fairy Law fails. At that point, people are urging Laxus to go to Makarov, but he doesn’t and he continues. Everything he does, even in his most desperate moments, involve Makarov.

His identity is so intertwined with Makarov. All his accomplishments, all his strengths. His relationship with Makarov forces him to be more focused on the guild and the guild’s future than himself. This is proven at the end. Right after Fairy Law fails? We have these two panels.

(sidenote: I really don't think Laxus opened up much to his friends at this point because if he did, Freed would Not have said that. Because it comes across, to me, like a "okay you made your point lets end this" kinda way that dismisses the root cause which also probably caused the screaming. How many times has Laxus been told to get over things? Well, I know at least one other time which I will also get into.)

The utter heartbreak I feel aside — this shows what Fantasia was about. And it wasn't strength. It was about Laxus, his place in the guild and in his own life. Which has been completely messed up.

Natsu, the main character, does go on to attempt to reiterate the a lesson learned in the Phantom Lord arc by saying to Laxus that blood family doesn’t matter; that “no one cares” if Laxus is Makarov’s grandson. That's wrong, though.

One, blood not mattering makes sense for Lucy, who was abused by her father (at the very least, she was neglected which is a form of abuse) and she ran away. Her father was trying to force her into marriage. The two situations are different. Two, it makes total sense for a character like Natsu to not put much stock into blood family. He doesn't have any. He's only had a dragon, Igneel, to grow up with and doesn't remember his human family. And later, we learn Zeref is his brother so I can't blame him — his situation is very special. So! For Natsu, it makes sense that's what he thinks. Three, I'd say this is more Natsu's POV because it does matter. Just look below!

Laxus gets flack for being a well known Fairy Tail mage and is constantly undermined because his grandfather is the GM. People have thoughts about him, alright. His reputation matters. People have thoughts and theories on him because of his connection to Makarov, because of his blood relation. Everyone assumes he will be the next master because Makarov is the current one. Also, just to add to blood relation mattering: Laxus is also connected to a founder of Fairy Tail. Of course people are going to assume he’s going to be GM. And none of it has anything to do with any of his own accomplishments as a mage. Which is infuriating because being a mage is all that Makarov expects from him, which we will get into.

I doubt Mr. Zod was the first or the last person to say something of that effect. Makarov's reputation is very important for Laxus.

I will also like to add how important reputation is in general for Fairy Tail. As a Fairy Tail mage...the reputation of the guild matters. Fairy Tail is wildly talked about and it's not always good as we can see below. They're not taken seriously and that can affect the nature of the jobs. Not only that, because of the their destructive reputation, they could get disbanded. Yajima was protecting them there which is just another side of Makarov being so shady but that's a different meta / headcanon.

So yes. Reputation does matter. Blood relations or no. You just get extra pressure and expectations put on you if you’re blood related. No biggie!

Back to Laxus a bit. Fairy Tail and Makarov's reputation being what it was always affected him. From what people said to his face, what they said about him, how they treat and interaction with him — this is all impacted by his relationship to Makarov. Whether or not some people think otherwise (Natsu and Makarov). His relationship to Makarov gets thrown in his face constantly and how healthy can that be? His relationship with Makarov isn't even truly understood by most, if not all, of these people. They are not buddy-buddy wholesome cute close. In fact, I am hopefully going to show why I think Makarov and Fairy Tail are the same entity when it comes to Laxus and that’s how it was set up by Makarov’s own actions.

Before Makarov excommunicated Laxus, what positive interactions do we see? Yeah, Laxus is being stand-offish and a dick to others in the guild, but Makarov one, allows it to a certain point. Two, has never shown any true genuine affection for an older Laxus until the excommunication. Three, literally doesn’t seem happy when he hears Laxus is in town for the Festival despite the good memories (obviously, we the reader know something is up there, but Makarov hasn’t seen him for a few weeks). Four, we know that something Not So Chill happened and Laxus’ only parent, Ivan, was excommunicated. At some point, this becomes an argument between them. And I personally think that argument is the catalyst for their relationship and leads to Fantasia & it’s aftermath and explains why just Laxus was excommunicated.

Laxus is about 14-17 in the flashback. I personally headcanon it takes place pre S-Class because of how it ends. He's also obviously an older teenager, not a tween. When it ends, two very important things happen. Laxus makes a vow to become strong (the earliest time we see Laxus put any emphasis on strength) not for Ivan, but for himself. Makarov, however, saw it as Laxus “choosing” Ivan and no longer trusting him. But … it didn’t begin as an argument about Ivan.

To summarize: Makarov asked Laxus if he was going to be in Fantasia (something Laxus used to enjoy as a child and also something expected of Laxus as a member). Laxus got angry and upset at Makarov. Laxus talked about how he never gets the credit he deserves. That he’s always…Makarov’s grandson. Does Makarov emphasize with his struggle? No. He says "no one gets the credit they feel they deserve" and seems rather tired of the conversation and of Laxus' outburst. He doesn't admit that there's pressure to being his grandson, brushes it off. Laxus gets frustrated as anyone would (let alone a teenager) and mentions his dad, something he is separately upset about. Laxus reveals the existence of Raven Tail, which is news to Makarov. Makarov tries to get Ivan's location from Laxus and Laxus refuses, Makarov is not happy about this. It's evidence of Laxus and Ivan interaction that Makarov didn't previously know about. Makarov is afraid of what Ivan knows. This fear is what ultimately makes Makarov not trust Laxus and we see the formation of the distance between them pre-Fantasia.

Also, in the argument, Laxus truly shows that he thinks blood relations should matter. He’s Makarov’s grandson. Ivan was his son. Doesn’t that mean something? Well. What does being Makarov’s grandson mean for Laxus? The reputation comes with pressure. It means working really hard for no credit. That there are expectations put on you. Being Makarov's grandson and your father being excommunication probably doubled the pressure on him because everyone is going to wonder how he would turn out. Lastly, a grandson could also get excommunicated despite being family because at the end of the day, you're a mage of Fairy Tail and that's the part of you that matters to Makarov, as shown by his actions.

To summarize where we are: Fantasia was not about strength. It was about Laxus' lack of real identity. He was never himself, not even to his grandfather. He's always a mage of Fairy Tail first. That's how his grandfather sees him, his only blood relative that is around him. Makarov and Fairy Tail. They may as well be one and the same for Laxus. He’s not really given any room or model for how to have an identity outside of Fairy Tail. So of course he’s going to care. And he cares with his strength because he thinks that’s all he’s allowed to have at the end of the day. If he can overpower Makarov, he can be his own person.

So that’s how we get to Fantasia. And I’m not going to go over it too much, but it’s easy to see by different character’s reactions and even the townspeople that this is not something that aligns with the Laxus they are familiar with. Natsu (not Makarov) doesn’t take the threats seriously until he’s forced to. Freed is even surprised at what Laxus says to him, especially after Evergreen falls in battle. He is obviously not acting in character despite him being a dick in the few months we see him before the incident.

Now, I do think Laxus (and the Raijinshuu) do deserve a punishment for what happened. They did all endanger the lives of not only their guildmates but also citizens. I did find it odd that Laxus was the only one who was excommunicated, but when I thought about it deeper…it does make sense! Why? Because why would Makarov let Laxus and the Raijinshuu leave, when he could ensure that at least just Laxus is leaving. He can’t trust what Laxus was going to do after. Remember, in the flashback argument, Laxus threatened that if ever he got fired, he'd join his dad's guild. We know he didn't do that after he left Fairy Tail. Makarov, however? Makarov didn't have that foresight! Yes, Makarov will miss him and cries when Laxus leaves. Yes, Makarov promises to watch over his grandson from afar (considering he sent spies after Ivan, though, I figure that was a guarantee LMAO) . However, there is still a lack of trust in their relationship.

Makarov who just fired Laxus cannot risk Ivan having Laxus & the Raijinshuu especially after the Raijinshuu just displayed all their tricks. Once more, Laxus is unwillingly put into the war between his dad and his grandfather. He is cut off from his support system (his friends) because of this.

Either being fired from your job (in this case, from Fairy Tail) means you have to leave the entire city (why does a guild have that much power over its mages in the first place or why does Fairy Tail / Makarov have that power?) or, more likely, Laxus' exile was self imposed. And I think the reason why it was self imposed is tied directly into the relationship with Makarov he's had thus far: family = guild. There is no two separate things. Not even blood can save you. So of course being fired means leaving. Makarov didn’t just fire Laxus, it’s never that simple between them. Laxus is not a part of the guild, he’s not a part of Makarov’s family either.

Which is devasting because obviously other people outside his relationship with Makarov do make it matter. Strangers make it matter. People close to him make it matter (Freed is an example of how close that is). But to Makarov himself? It doesn't. And we can infer that to Laxus it also mattered. He thought being blood related mattered. That he had a grandfather, not a guild master. Since that argument, we know that is not the truth for Makarov.

To conclude: Fantasia happened because Makarov and Laxus’ fucked up relationship and its impact on Laxus. He is not allowed to be Laxus, he has to be Fairy Tail’s Laxus. Not just to the general public, but to his grandfather. And there are pressures that come with being tied to Makarov that frankly, others either don’t acknowledge and/or care about. Their relationship was forever changed from that one argument and, I’d say even to the end in canon, it was never the same. They aren’t really close as Makarov will always put the guild over his family.

#2.3 k words later and here we are folks #the fantaasia manifesto which has been on my mind for 3 years now #and when i started to look more critically at makarov #that headcanon / meta will come at some point im sure #⚡: allow me to exaggerate a memory or two / hc #⚡: your melody needs a little more character for show / canon div #fantasia manifesto #just in case i need to come back to this #makarov tag

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