Hi!! could I request Argenti, Boothill and Jing Yuan when someone tries to flirt with their s/o? I absolutely adore your writing btw!! Hope you're doing good!!
Boothill
Has a bullet with their name written on it and it was in times like theses where he wishes his shit hadn’t been tampered with, just so he could curse the bastard out for merely brushing shoulders either you.
Words such as:
Mother fudger
Heck
And Gosh darn it
Weren’t exactly going to scare the person flirting with you off with their tail between their legs but threatening to shot them would. However after the person had scampered off, Boothill would be subjected to you scolding him about threatening people for simply flirting with you, when there were other ways to do so without the inclusion of unnecessary violence.
Boothill can’t help it! He hates it when people flirt with his darling and he isn’t one for sharing you either, he’d much rather hog all of your time and attention for himself! You were his partner! Not everyone else’s!
‘Boothill.’ You said warningly.
‘What?’ He said as he tugged you into his side, keeping his arm at your waist possessively. ‘He was getting a little too cosy and I had to remind that fudging idiot to keep his hands to himself.’ He adds with a smirk, stealing a kiss from your lips.
His jealously stems from his own hatred towards his metal body, you could find someone else who could feel you in your entirety beyond from their face and head, unlike him.
‘I get that and I thank you for running them off, but you know you don’t have to worry about me looking at anyone else.’ You reassured him as you held his face in your hands and watched as his smile falters and his featured relaxed into your touch. ‘You’re all I want, you’re all i’ll ever need regardless of your inability to physically feel.’ You then pressed your forehead against his, feeling him push himself further against you in a selfish need to feel you. ‘You’re my handsome, handsome cowboy.’ You whispered.
‘I am your handsome, handsome cowboy.’ He muttered under his breath.
Argenti
He’s not jealous in the slightest.
He’s the most trusting in the strength of your relationship and you to even allow for an ounce of doubt to permeate his thoughts.
If anything he’d agree with everything the person was saying about you while adding onto it, making the person feel as though their attempts at flirting with you were useless, especially when the cherry haired knight beside you was casually waxing poetry on your ethereal beauty.
‘Indeed they are a beauty to behold indeed.’ He’d say as he knelt before you and held your hands in his all the while making sure his eyes remained glued on you as he spoke. ‘I’d kneel before their alter for the rest of eternity if it meant achieving the impossible and catching their gaze, they truly are my reason for breathing, the reason I see beauty whenever I travel, as they are the true beauty I have been seeking for my whole life.’ He finishes by kissing the back of your hands softly, his thumbs caressing the skin there as though they were porcelain.
The person who was flirting with you left not long after because how could they compare with that?!
All they said was that you were cute and Argenti took that and made you come across as though you were a deity lost to time, finally having been found after so long.
They knew they couldn’t win and left for easier people to pull their mediocre pick up lines on.
Argenti is your Gomez, you are his Morticia. There was no one getting between you two because the love you had was stronger than most.
Jealousy doesn’t exist when you actually trust someone whom you claim is half of your own soul.
Jing yuan
He finds the face they make upon realising who’s s/o they’ve been flirting with particularly funny to be even remotely jealous.
Not to say that he doesn’t get jealous, he does but it’s not nearly as evident. He’s self assured in his relationship with you that he didn’t even think of the person flirting with you as a threat even in the slightest.
‘I’m sorry to interrupt your riveting conversation but I’d like my partner back now.’ He’d say as he stood behind the person flirting with you.
‘Look buddy I found them,’ the person looked behind them, and upon realising who was behind them, the words of annoyance were quickly discarded as they could only stare at a smiling Jing Yuan, ‘first…’
Jing yuan raised his brows as the Cheshire smile on his lips only grew at the evident regret across their face. ‘Hmmm? Cat got your tongue? You seem a bit pale, maybe you should go sit down and rest.’ He suggested and watched in amusement as the person didn’t fight back, but instead wordlessly followed his instruction and walked away for you both to go somewhere else.
‘You’re having too much fun with this.’ You’d tell Jing Yuan as he placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you out of the establishment.
‘What can I say, their expressions may be the same every time but that doesn’t stop them from being more humorous than the last.’ He replies with a chuckle as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. ‘However I cannot blame them for finding you as appealing as I do if they’re so desperate as to flirt for your attention.’ He adds and you huff and crossed your arms. ‘As if you were any different.’
Jing yuan raised his brows, silently telling you to continue.
‘When you wanted my attention, you would sit next to me and rest your head on my shoulder before falling asleep.’ You added and Jing yuan chuckles. ‘I didn’t-‘
‘All. The. Time.’ You cut him off, emphasising each word that left your mouth. ‘Yangqing told me that you only did that to me, no one else got that special treatment from the all mighty general.’ You smirked at Jing Yuan who muttered a soft ‘Yangqing.’ under his breath as you held onto his side. ‘It doesn’t matter now because I thought it was extremely cute.’ You reassured him with a kiss to the cheek as you both walked home, tucked closely against one another, the events that happened prior having completely been forgotten as you reminisced the past.
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Dick knocks on the door, like a normal human being. Nobody answers. Welp, he tried.
He puts the bag of takeout down and breaks out the lockpicks, instead of going all the way around to the window.
It's a rare wonderful day. And what would make it better than meeting his lovely family. Jason's in Bludhaven, an occasion rarer than good weather in this city, working on a case he swears he doesn't need help with. Which is —true, all of his siblings are incredibly smart. But need doesn't mean he might not want it. And as much as Dick hates to admit it, Jason's not very good at asking for company, and it hurts his heart, but lucky for him, he can speak for the both of them.
And it has been an entire week since he last saw him, he's just concerned. The second lock gives away. Jason's usually at the door at this point. Maybe the kid's sleeping. He feels a twinge of disappointment, he'd just leave the takeout in the fridge for Jaybird to find. And maybe a cute Post-it note. Hmm. The third lock gives away.
"....Dear LittleWing,
I dropped by with some Sheer Quorma from that one place you like, Bibi added extra nuts when I told her kay meray chotay jigar kay turkray kay liye hai. She was really sweet, maybe we can go there again....."
The fourth, and final lock clicks.
".....Love you so, so much little brother, can't wait to see you once you're hopefully well rested!......"
He steps into the apartment,
"..... Xoxo BigWing....."
And barely misses the Bichwa thrown at his face. His LittleWing is such an excellent marksman.
"The fuck are ya' doin' 'ere", Jason spits hoarsely, sounding as if he hasn't spoken properly in days.
He looks terrible—for the lack of a better word. Utterly disheveled, maps, markers, and charts strewn all around him. His clothes look like they've been slept in, which is impossible since Jason doesn't look like he's slept in days.
"I brought take-out"
Jason grunts, placated and picks up another Bichwa and resumes his pacing, muttering under his breath.
Dick sighs. Jason has started soliloquizing, this is bad bad.
He inches carefully towards the refrigerator. And manages to stash the Sheer Quorma in it without much fanfare. And then braces himself for the ultimate task. Getting Jason to bed.
"Alright, come here you-", Dick sneaks up to his little brother and grabs from around his waist, while his brother thrashes around, "Geroff Dickface, let go of me-"
Dick just tightens his hold, dragging him over to the bed, his brother's trying to dig his feet into the linoleum trying to gain traction and failing. He grins while his brother spits and hisses, "Lemme - go, you-fucking-asshole", there's no actual alarm in his tone so Dick doesn't, LittleWing is like an unruly cat, his brain supplies delightfully, and he can't help but grin as his brother spits obscenities at his face.
Jason finally manages to wriggle a bit out of his grip, so Dick's holding him from under his armpits, and then bites his hand, full jaw-strength, and Dick can't help but laugh over the groan of pain. Hissy, feral cat.
"Nice try, but you're-" he finally falls to the bed, Jason's still biting on to his hand, but more gentler now, a warning "- not getting out this easily"
The bed's deliciously soft, and it works in his favor, Jason's movements falter, and he removes an arm to get a better grip, and Jason shoots out to escape the hold, if it wasn't for the subtlest snag in his movement, Dick wouldn't have known he had been up for the last God-knows-how-many hours- He grabs him before he can escape. Holding him into place and throwing his leg around him for added measure, so he can use one of his hands for a very important task- the ultimate weapon- he slips his hand into his unruly mop of hair and starts scratching at his nape.
Jason melts into the touch, muscles relaxing, slumping into the hold, any semblance of struggle given up. He can't keep the grin that splits his face. He pulls him even closer, tucking his head under his chin and positioning his arm to maximize the finger-to-head ratio, Jason gives up the fight completely, turning into jello in his arms.
"Fuck you", he groans defeated, into his sternum, but there's no heat in his words.
"Love you, too, Little Wing", he murmurs to the matted mess of hair.
Once assured that there aren't going to be any more escape attempts, he shifts to pull the covers over him. Jason seems to misinterpret his intention because he makes a disgruntled sound, and throws a heavy arm over him just as he's formed a grip on the comforter, pinning him back into place.
"Asshole"
Dick just chuckles, as tucks the comforter around him, "Sorry"
He buries into the softness, making sure they're both comfortable. He feels Jason huff, and he knows what's coming, "-You can't just barge into my safehouses-", and he has the perfect solution to it, he slips an arm around him and starts scratching his nape, "-and expect me to-to", Jason trails off, and he takes the moment to cradle his head and tuck it under his chin. He really is like a feral, over-sized, touch-starved cat.
"I'm going to kill you-I'm going to-" he breaks off into a yawn, "-Tomorrow -I'm going to kill you tomorrow-"
"Yeah Jay, that sounds like a good idea"
Jason hums, pleased with the affirmation, and doesn't take more than a few minutes for his breathing to even out. The kid must've been so exhausted.
He presses a kiss to his brother's locks and whispers, " Sweet dreams, Jay"
And then a quieter, "I love you"
Near his heart, barely audible, Jason whispers, "I love you too"
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"..kay meray chotay jigar kay turkray kay liye hai" ( Urdu for "..That it's for a part of me", well, the literal translation is "A part of my liver" which is an affectionate way of saying " a part of me" / "very important to me" in Urdu )
My headcanon is that Jason's well-versed in Urdu/ Hindi from his time at Nanda Parbat, and Dick " Learning your language is my love language" Grayson would have the entirety of Ghalib's anthology memorized a week after Jason's return ( Jason doesn't hurt Tim because I refuse to let Talia Al' Ghul be a villain)
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Just a piece of mind during midnight.
Warning for the great wave manga chapter 3 spoilers
Imagine if Amalia died not because of the great wave incident (oh boi yes she survive that) but because of the labour of giving birth?
I mean— well…. Idk. Knowing from that s1 credit-epilogue clip, Sadida babies normally pops out from the soil but we never really get to know how Sadida people actually reproduce. However, seeing that cross-race/class actually works (points at TristEva, and Aurora, if she doesn’t lie).
If whatever Aurora saying about her pregnancy was true, (and the entire Yumalia smut scene from chapter 1), it implies that Sadida people have 2 ways of reproduce(????), one is by planting whatever baby Sadida and gets them out of the soil when they are ready (which is the default way of Sadida people reproduction), or two, have some sex, the wife got pregnant, and there you go, a baby! Like how usual homo sapiens and other creature would normally reproduce! Usually this route is done if they are a mix-race couple.
However, since the sex and pregnancy route is like… the second option, i do have a thought that Sadida people is not really built for that route. It’s not impossible, just a bit harder to achieve.
So instead of died because of drowning, maybe, if Yugo and Amalia are compatible to have a child (oh, c’mon… you can make a story of how animal based tribe having a child with a plant!), maybe it’s because of that….
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Facts about James Madison Vol. 1
(Because I’m bored and everyone should be enlightened with some James Madison)
James Madison walked with a small spring in his step, considerably to make himself appear slightly taller than he was
Because of the soggy and mushy climates surrounding William and Mary College in Williamsburg, James Madison instead went to the College of New Jersey (Princeton) for his health
James Madison, along with Thomas Jefferson and James Monroe, created the Republican Party (also known as the Democratic Republican Party or Jeffersonian Republican Party) in 1792
James Madison’s wife Dolley Payne was gifted a pet parrot named Polly— who was notorious for being aggressive towards humans (thus biting Madison’s finger in front of guests during one occasion)
James Madison personally knew Aaron Burr and Philip Freneau ever since they were all in college
James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, reported by a girl walking down the street, could once be seen playing with a neighbor’s pet monkey
James Madison had a long-lasting five decade friendship with Thomas Jefferson
James Madison would eventually have a fall-out with not only Alexander Hamilton, but also George Washington over the belief of federal government and a national bank by the early 1790’s
While Thomas Jefferson in France, he and James Madison would enjoy measuring animals, comparing them to their counterparts (North American animals compared to their similar species in Europe), and telling each other of their findings
James Madison, while he was in college, would last on a five-hour sleep schedule due to studying until he collapsed from a breakdown (this made him stay at the college for an extra year to restore his weakened health)
James Madison had never been good with marital relationships (being allegedly rejected by Freneau’s sister Mary and dumped by Kitty Floyd in the 1780s), but eventually married the 26 year-old widow Dolley Payne in 1794
James Madison was a MASSIVE fan of ice cream, along with his wife Dolley, whose favorite flavor was oyster
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Something that is missing in a lot of the Trans Disc Horse around trans men and transmasculine people and the specific (but also not unique!) problems many face from society is this... particular terror many people have (yes, cis and trans) around people who look masculine but act feminine, particularly in that grey area of appearance where they don't look quite like a cis woman and don't look quite like a cis man and so must be up to something, because why else would you carry out that kind of deception rather than just be one or the other? The gender that we "are" and the gender that we're "pretending to be" vary wildly with the observer; the only constant is that discomfort and suspicion.
The people who've been overtly transphobic to me haven't done so on the basis that I'm a woman pretending to be a man -- their complaint was that I was too much of a man to be a woman. That I was a threat to them because of covert (not overt!) masculinity. These were not situations of "oh, assumed to be TMA until revealed to be TME and then the cis people apologized and fell all over themselves to retract their bigotry and suspicion" (which... never happens anyway? tf). I'm tall and big, but I don't bind, I'm not on HRT, I have prominent breasts, my voice is high, it is very obvious that I'm not a cisgender man, and yet their complaints were the same. "I don't want HER, SHE's a MAN!" (Actual quote.) These people don't give a shit that I have breasts and a uterus and a vagina and more estrogen than testosterone, they already know that I do; the imagined predatory penis in my pants is real and dangerous in their minds as an actual physical one.
I personally have sympathy for these people. Almost everyone I've had this reaction from have been cisgender women and girls who've had deeply traumatic experiences at the hands of men and see in me that which hurt them, only worse, because I don't fit clearly into the box of "man" or "woman". I recognize that this is not about me as a person, but rather a consequence of the pain and conditioning that came before me. It doesn't make it okay to take these things out on me, but even though it hurts, I choose not to take offense. Cisgender men, by and large, have neither cared nor paid attention to the subtle signals of my gendered appearance and presentation -- they tend to take me at face value, and I've gotten bro'd, brother'd, sir'd, and man'd far more often by men. (Which I recognize is NOT the experience of many transfeminine people, especially those who date men.)
I genuinely don't know how to characterize this kind of suspicion and aggression as anything other than a specific kind of transmisogyny -- not exactly as transfeminine people experience it, but close enough that it provides categorization for these experiences better than any other schema of societal oppression that we've come up with. It's not misogyny, it's not homophobia, it's not transmisandry, it's not exactly femmephobia, it is very specifically the prejudice against behaving like a woman but appearing like a man and the assumption that I must have some nefarious purpose for doing so. And there is not an inconsiderable extent to which my choice to currently not pursue HRT or present myself as a man rather than a "theyfab" is because I'm a pediatric nurse and I work with children in very physically and emotionally vulnerable situations and I'm afraid of getting more of these reactions than I already do. Do I get as many as one of my trans woman friends, who also works with children? No. But I've gotten more as I present more and more masculine, I'm sure that it would only increase as I progress further down the path of masculinization, and I suspect that my anxieties around further transition are not that far off from some of my transfem siblings and sisters in a similar position, even though according to prevailing trans theories our experiences should be exact opposites.
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