#writing this genuinely burned me out ngl
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it is a conscious choice of mystra to initially present herself as this benevolent, courteous, and merciful being. a practiced and perfected approach she knows will compel gale to follow her demands with the least amount of resistance on his part. he already refused to follow her instructions when she sent elminster to request his death — his effective father figure, gale’s self-proclaimed hero, mentor, and the one who plucked him from obscurity in the first place — so another appeal is in order.
narrator: "elminster's visit weighs heavy on your mind. his face you did not expect to see again."
narrator: "when you last saw him, you were in your prime. no orb, no tadpole. a mage of growing renown, all power, pride, and potential - beloved by the goddess of magic herself.
narrator: "it's one thing to have fallen from such heights, but to have elminster himself now witness your humiliation is almost unbearable."
gale: [his disappointment cuts deeper even than mystra's. he was your hero.]
narrator: "while most know of elminster the legend, few know him as you have. he plucked you from obscurity. offered you his guidance. his faith. and most recently, his pity."
yet it is curious how quickly she changes her tune once gale doesn’t readily agree to her demand to return the crown of karsus to her, no questions asked. or even dares to impugn, or criticize her reasoning for leaving him to die.
gale: "a great ask indeed. you've given me much to think on - as you always did."
mystra: "so be it. follow the needles of your own wisdom. we shall see how truly it leads you."
gale: "because i disobeyed you. you punished me for it."
mystra: "how so? you think i should have cured you? erased the consequences of your actions?"
gale: "you break up with me, cut me off from the weave, leave me to die, and that's all you have to say? 'you look well'?"
mystra: "i did not come here to suffer a mortal's admonitions. certainly not yours."
gale: "you were threatened. you realised you couldn't control me."
mystra: "you were many things to me, but never a threat. and never a saviour."
nodecontext: sharper, almost a warning - don't entertain such thoughts, gale. you won't like where they lead.
gale: "i don't know. i need time to think."
mystra: "so be it. follow the needle of your own wisdom. we shall see how truly it leads you."
particularly interesting to note is how she uses his surname as a tool to chastise and taunt him. only referring to him as "gale dekarios" in the context of him displeasing her, when he doesn't readily obey, whether he simply wavers (needing time to think) or outright declines her instructions. she uses the very name he had actively discarded and refuses to be referred to at this point in time. a deliberate reminder of his fallible humanity, of the flaws he tried to distance himself from. she knows this.
gale: "i won't let you down again. when the absolute is vanquished, i will surrender karsus' powers to you. you have my word."
mystra: "thank you. may the weave's light guide your purpose, and it's wisdom guide your hand."
mystra: "the future of magic rests on your shoulders, gale of waterdeep".
mystra: "i promise you - it is a burden you are strong enough to bear."
gale: "i don't need your forgiveness. the crown of karsus will be mine, and the karsite weave will obey me."
mystra: "crown yourself, gale dekarios, and you will learn what it is to carry such weight upon your shoulders."
mystra: "if it does not crush you, i will."
nodecontext: an icy edge entering her voice - a hint of a challenge gale will face if he pursues this course.
nodecontext: here we glimpse the true, unimaginable power of mystra. she's still in control of herself, but her anger should be palpable.
i have already addressed the overall topic of mystra & gale's relationship in several posts i wrote some time ago [x] [x] [x]. however, since then we have received new snippets of information with patch 5 that shed more light on the progression of their relationship as a whole. this post is intended to be an update of sorts, containing a more comprehensive list, as well as lore excerpts for added context and proof. i will split this essay into several sections for coherency — buckle in, cause this is going to be a long one!
✧ mystra's history of manipulation ✧
one of the epilogue letters revealed that elminster first sought gale out when he was about 8 years old. which according to gale's canon age being 35 (as listed on his idle champions character sheet) means that their first meeting occurred around 1465 DR. although elminster's wording suggests that this may merely be an estimate on his side.
furthermore - in the ending where gale dies in the attempt at ascension, raphael has the following to say:
raphael: "you were the spark of ambition that rekindled gale's ambitions, after mystra had so cleverly put them to rest."
insinuating that mystra did make an active effort to keep gale in line, to temper his ambition, lest his thirst for more knowledge would eventually prove bothersome for her. keeping an eye on him at all times, keeping him close, placating him, and urging him to be patient.
what distinctly stood out to me is how this also aligns with some of azuth's quotes in the temptation of elminster, while he gives advice to a then-young sage of shadowdale.
we are her treasures, lad—we are what she holds most dear, the rocks she can cling to in the storms of wild art. she needs us to be strong, far stronger than most mortals ... tempered tools for her use. being bound to us by love and linked to us to preserve her very humanity, she finds it hard to be harsh to us—to do the tempering that must be done. she began the tempering of you long ago; you are her 'pet project', if you will. [...]
"you serve mystra differently. she watches you and learns the human side of magic in all it's hues from your experiences and the doings of those you meet—foes and friends alike. yet the time has come for you to change, and grow, to serve as she'll need you to, in the centuries ahead."
and yet again, there is a reoccurring pattern in her relationship with sammaster, another of her chosen, as well:
sammaster fell to his knees and wept upon mystra's feet. they ended up spending ten days together. this made him the first chosen of mystra since the seven sisters. when he asked for the reason that mystra had chosen him, she replied that she had foreseen that one of her chosen would be killed in battle, and he would be the replacement. he left this encounter feeling as though he and mystra were in love.
mystra is no stranger to fostering feelings of boundless devotion that weren't present before. observing her potential chosen, appearing before them, promising them power. luring them into service without the knowledge of what this may entail. where other gods may instill fear, mystra instills the notion of love. practicing seduction while mirroring her chosen's humanity. intentionally portraying herself as someone sympathetic and approachable. syncing their language, highlighting mutuality, making them feel favored and seen. mystra sees no need in the act of divine separation, a display of godlike grandeur — inimitable, menacing, larger than life, towering above her chosen. instead, her manifestation is purposefully unassuming. she meets them in the form of a woman in her early 30s, conventionally attractive, palpable, and appealing to the masses — a human figure. the very embodiment, the very ideal of traditional beauty an impressionable, young wizard may have.
gale: "i can't quite describe it, the need i sometimes feel to see her - to draw the filaments of fantasy into existence."
gale: "no sculpture or painting could ever do her justice, only the fabric that she herself is and embodies."
gale: "in her likeness, i used to read a thousand stories. she was beauty, wisdom, elegance, power... she contained universes."
player: “what did mystra’s attention feel like?”
gale: “love. [...] perhaps it was not quite love, but you see, the wizard was but a very young man. it was most certainly love to him. [...]"
how we see her in the game is very likely the same form she chose to present to a young gale. beauty, wisdom, elegance. perceived perfection, yet humble in her divinity.
the mystra of now (1490s DR) retains some of the memories of all of her earlier selves, and the relatively young and inexperienced midnight is “in there,” but wholly subsumed. mystra could generate an avatar or seeming that might fool some mortals into thinking they were meeting midnight, but it would be an act. [x]
generating an avatar in the form of a mortal she subsumed. purporting mutuality. midnight was just another mortal added to mystra's long list of "human stock" — vessels intended to preserve her power. favored, chosen, and ultimately suppressed by the very essence of mystra herself. midnight is no equal piece of mystra, the deity, there is no conscious part of the mortal that remains. [x] the mystra that currently exists is a union of the original mystryl, as well as all the other reincarnations of her that melded into her being. fragments of their minds that linger in the weave, scraps of humanity that could perhaps aid in her knowledge and understanding to prevent further betrayals in the future.
mystra's approach has always been indirect, instead of being outright menacing and portentous. the fact that mystra isn't written like the other gods in the game doesn't mean she's more sympathetic to gale's struggles or more inclined to understand human nature. her concern will always be the preservation of her domain and her hold over the weave — to do as the gods do.
gale: "you're one to talk. how many innocents were you prepared to sacrifice if i detonated the orb?"
mystra: "such eddies are unexceptional. souls arrive and depart your plane with every tide, in circumstances just and unjust."
nodecontext: matter of fact, not interested in these kinds of specifics
ketheric thorm: "who decides what is right? the gods did not care for right and wrong when they dismantled my life piece by piece."
ketheric thorm: "and when i tried to buy it back, it cost me everything - everything."
ketheric thorm: "we are copper pieces in their belts. tokens to be traded for scraps."
it is often mentioned that mystra makes her attention known by brushing against her potential chosen. whispering to them, touching their skin, eliciting a tingling sensation. which is also how mystra chose to reveal herself to ariel manx (midnight) in 1353 DR, while she was 21 years of age.
gale mentions feeling a similar sensation if he chooses to destroy the summoning circle in balthazar's office at moonrise and thereby receives her blessing.
gale: "did you feel that?"
gale: "if i wasn't surrounded on all sides by the darkness of the shadow-cursed lands, i'd think it was mystra herself brushing against my skin."
mystra isn't above using manipulations to get her way.
once again evident in her instigating dornal and elué silverhand's union in the first place, as well as intentionally withholding information from dornal that she actively took possession of his wife, elué. to ensure that they would indeed produce her offspring — the seven sisters — her chosen and the vessels to house her power.
where elué had previously been reluctant to acknowledge dornal's advances, he found them suddenly returned with great fervor once mystra took possession of her body. [x]
"by the time elué was carrying her final child, she was in effect a lich - a crumbling shell kept alive only through mystra's power. dornal was shocked at her deterioration. he sought magical aid to cure his wife, and when he learned from the most powerful priest he could find that his wife was possessed by an intelligent force of great power, a sickened dornal tried to slay her. he struck off her head one moonlight night as they walked together in a wooded glade. mystra was forced to reveal herself. dornal was shattered by what he had done, and aghast at how he - and especially elué - had been used." [x]
dornal, who had been kept in the dark throughout, abandoned his lands and children after slaying his wife, traveling to the north, with the plan to seek his own death. he repeatedly tried to poison himself, yet mystra wouldn't allow him suicide and magically neutralized the lethal doses to keep him alive against his will. after his death in 797 DR, mystra turned him into another servant of hers: the watcher — one who wanders the realms, seeking out new potential chosen to this day.
which brings us to...
✧ mystra's foresight and her "death" ✧
mystra possesses a degree of foresight - she foresaw the time of troubles and her own passing at the hands of helm in 1358 DR for defying him and her attempt to converse with the overgod ao without the tablets of fate. the very reason why she sought out mortal vessels to house her power (the seven sisters) — to avoid disaster should another entity win control over her in the chaotic period of wildly fluctuating power struggles that was the time of troubles. this divine power slumbers within these individuals, which she can call upon.
in 1385 DR mystra (midnight) was struck down by cyric and shar, which brought upon the spellplague.
in 1479 DR mystra was located by elminster inside a cave in cormyr, guarding her mortal body. she survived cyric's assassination by inhabiting the body of a bear, while still able to contact her chosen. she returned to her full power in 1487 DR.
the important part, that i've often seen outright ignored or misinterpreted by fandom altogether, is that mystra wasn’t actually “dead” for over a hundred years. at least not in the way we perceive it. we can’t equate her death with our mortal understanding of it. her powers were diminished to an extreme and she was weakened, yet she was still able to communicate. it was in her power to contact her chosen and to guide them. evident by her calling for elminster through her telepathic link and directing him to recruit other chosen for her to restore her power.
the plot of baldur’s gate 3 takes place in 1492 DR. meaning gale's actual year of birth would be 1457 DR. while elminster likely sought him out around 1465 DR, when he was only 8 years old.
however, i once again want to emphasize that “couldn’t have been more than 8 summers old” indicates that this may
merely be an estimate on elminster's side. he could’ve possibly reached out to him even earlier than that, or perhaps later.
gale was 22 year old at the time when mystra was found in her diminished state by elminster in 1479 DR.
✧ mystra's awareness✧
gale: “so, all it took to get mystra’s attention was to learn how to reforge an artifact that once destroyed her."
gale: "it's obvious, when you stop to think about it."
even if you may personally be skeptical of elminster’s insertion into gale’s life at age 8 (as well as mystra's ability to contact her chosen during her death) to be enough evidence of mystra’s attention — she had to be aware of him for his talents alone since he was a mere child. there is no way around this.
player: "how could she possibly know we read a book? hasn't she got more important things to worry about?"
gale: "the weave is a highly sensitive magical network threaded through all life on this plane. any shift in magical energy, no matter how small, is akin to a beacon, alerting mystra to its cause."
gale: "opening a book like the annals of karsus was akin to us shooting a firework spelling 'look at us, mystra!' directly into the skies of elysium. she knows."
mystra IS the weave, as gale himself has stated several times. it is an extension of her being, threaded through all life. by touching the weave one is directly touching the goddess of magic herself. mystra is aware of any magic user, able to deepen this contact at her choosing.
shadowheart: "isn't it so, that every time you speak as you cast a spell, you're endeavouring to call upon mystra?"
shadowheart: "i'm surprised she still listens to you."
gale: "she has no choice - she's sworn to hear all magic users. even me."
gale: "i'm sure she at least stuffs her fingers in her ears to muffle my invocations."
gale described himself as a child prodigy. a virtuoso that was able to manipulate and compose the weave at will from an early age.
gale: "magic is... my life. i've been in touch with the weave for as long as i can remember. there's nothing like it."
gale: "i'm what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the weave, but compose it, much like a musician or a poet."
gale: "such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. the lady of mysteries. the goddess mystra."
gale: "she revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. in time, she became my muse, and later, even my lover."
someone who was able to perform feats way beyond the skillset of his peers. he managed to wield the blackstaff itself, accidentally facing an irritated death slaad, and lived to tell the tale. he summoned and befriended tara, as well as the magma mephit, k'ha'ssji'trach'ash. we also know from elminster that he was able to cast fireball — a 3rd level spell — at age 8.
it is indisputable that mystra must’ve taken notice of the precocious young wizard during this time, even in her diminished state. much like she had once observed midnight. she began to whisper to him, drawing back the veils, revealing herself bit by bit, urging him that he was special — chosen.
gale: "he fancied himself much more than that. he fancied himself favoured above all others. [...] mystra showed him the secrets behind the veils. the gossamer veils first, draped across the weave. the delicate veils next, draped across her body. ‘chosen one’ she whispered, as she slipped them off completely."
✧ final part: power imbalance & exerting control ✧
gale: "the weave is still here, all around us - inside of us too. as long as the goddess lives, magic is a tangible thing for those who know how to touch."
gale: "i've studied magic for many years, and in as many ways i am still a more than capable wizard."
gale: "it's just that i'm no longer able to perform those feats even arch wizards would marvel at."
gale: " to have one hand on the pulse of divinity."
gale: "you have to remember that the weave is a living thing, both the embodiment and the extension of mystra herself."
gale: "she can give and she can take away. i'm afraid i'm still very much on her naughty list."
gale: "mystra commands all magic. salvation, if such a thing exists, is hers to bestow or withhold."
gale: "and yet, even now, more than i fear losing my own self and soul, i fear losing my command of her art."
player: "he sounds like a very talented individual."
gale: "he was. even though it was in mystra’s affections that his true power lay."
even apart from their innate different forms of existence as a mere mortal and the literal goddess of magic, mystra is in full control of gale's power at all times, able to grant and withdraw her favors at will. claiming that such a power imbalance doesn’t exist, that it doesn’t apply to their respective relationship, that it might’ve been “healthy” at one point if gale was indeed of age at the time their relationship transitioned into a sexual nature is —pardon my french— fucking insane.
this stance disregards everything we know about the gods, about mystra’s involvement with other mortals and her chosen. it disregards the level of authority she wields over any magic user. it carelessly and naively disregards the implicit difference in power. mystra is the goddess of magic, his goddess. the very object of his worship and adoration since childhood. the goddess he devoted his life, his work, and his unyielding loyalty to. it is ultimately irrelevant at what exact point their relationship underwent its final transition from muse to lover. this discussion is redundant. mystra has been a constant presence since his early childhood. his worship of her began with the practice of his first spells, even if it wasn't conscious at the time. every practitioner of magic inevitably honors mystra, regardless of their faith in her. magic is his life, in the same way that mystra is pure magic. she is in total control of the tools he wields.
✧ summary ✧
mystra possesses a degree of foresight, already knowing about the time of troubles & her subsequent passing. this being her reason to seek out mortal vessels to secure her power.
mystra feels any shift in magical energy no matter how small, immediately alerting her. gale was able to cast a third-level spell at age 8.
mystra has a history of instilling feelings of love that weren't present before and using her chosen/other mortals for her own means. (elminster, khelben, sammaster, the seven daughters, ariel manx etc.)
mystra's manifestation is a conscious choice. midnight has been wholly subsumed by her.
mystra wasn’t actually “dead” in 1479 DR, but merely diminished. she was inhabiting the body of a bear and was still able to communicate with her chosen. she directed elminster to recruit other chosen to restore her power.
elminster sought gale out around 1465 DR when he was about 8 years old, as stated in the epilogue letter.
mystra first functioned as gale’s mentor, then his muse, and later his lover.
gale’s relationship with her was indeed of a sexual nature, he has explicitly stated so several times. their intimacy wasn't restricted to incorporeal interactions either, even though they were preferred.
during the ending where gale fails to ascend raphael states during the credits that tav has “rekindled gale’s ambitions after mystra had so cleverly put them to rest”.
azuth describes mystra's chosen as "tempered tools for her use". being bound to them by love and linked to them to preserve her very humanity.
mystra's intention to shape gale into yet another loyal, devoted asset to her portfolio has been there from the very moment she chose to reveal herself, to instruct elminster to seek him out. it was a conscious decision to directly insert herself into gale’s life, sowing his conviction that he was favored above all others. singling him out among his peers, isolating him with subtle promises of his greatness, his uniqueness, and all he could yet accomplish to be under her guidance. offering him her teachings, her inspiration, and eventually her love. yet all the while tempering his perceived greed and thirst to reach for even greater heights, unless it acted in her favor. keeping him close — lest his growing ambitions should ever prove to be an outright challenge to her rule.
the groundwork has been carefully laid from the very beginning.
gale: “goodnight. and thank you for your patient understanding. [...] try not to think too poorly of me. a cat can look at a king. a wizard can look at a goddess.”
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 meta#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#mystra#grooming tw#abuse tw#long post#writing this genuinely burned me out ngl#so glad to finally unleash it though since it has been sitting in my drafts for weeks
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Not going to lie, the more I look into this booktok discourse, the more I'm glad I never downloaded TikTok.
#i stand with alex and felicia wennberg#this will probably be the last time i speak on this subject because its genuinely starting to burn me out#i really do not like getting involved into discourse but tbh this sort of mess is something that needs to be talked about#and for the record i have nothing against people who use tiktok in general#however i will say i will never forgive hockey booktok for starting this discourse at all#and i do hope this doesn't become rpf discourse because the hockey romance novels on tiktok probably shouldnt even count as rpf#especially considering a lot of them seem to break the “fiction” rule in real person fiction (especially that one lady's fics/writing)#that said: to the hockey rpf writers that *are* respectful of peoples boundries (which most of them here are)#fuck yeah you fuckers keep creating i love you so so much (platonically)#and rpf in general isnt even my cup of tea half the time (though i do read hockey rpf because ngl there is some good shit)
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hi i wanted to ask since your requests are open but can u write abt jjk guys (gojo, geto and maybe megumi as well) and how it would be like arguing with them? thank youuu~
ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN ˚｡𖦹
featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader
warnings. cursing on toji's :)
note. hi nonnie, megumi's been done and you can just click right there to be directed to the said post — so, i'm going to change him to his father jsksdjdk. anyways, i'm so sorry this came out so late, i hope you like it. i was going to focus on my 1k event but then i realized that i'm holding up the requests in my inbox, so i'm going to try to upload them together one by one. / and ngl, i just did my nails done for the first time, aND I AM STRUGGLING TO DO ANYTHING. including typing, but i'm trying my best skdjs.
GOJO SATORU. arguments with him are just plain loud. for instance, we all know how gojo is, he'd be so petty during arguments. despite that though — i feel like he won't ever raise his voice at you, he's petty, yes. but he won't do anything that could scare you, raising his voice.
believe me when i say that he won't back down when he isn't in the wrong. he will argue back if you're wrong; and even with all that banter, both you and gojo will always resolve it together. he won't let you leave or turn away to discard the argument. gojo hates it when you give him the silent treatment — so he tries his best to not let you leave unless everything is talked about, face to face.
"satoru, i'm just saying that i didn't mean to do that. okay? i didn't even realize it!" you tell him, voice loud and bold.
gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, "this is the second time y/n, i'm sure you realize that — you're not a child anymore." you grumbled under your breath.
the past few days have been stressful. hectic for you. you knew though it wasn't an excuse, but when things get too caught up — you lose track of things, and honestly, you wanted nothing to do but to sleep and take a rest. work has been taking a big toll on you, both mentally and physically — and you can't bring yourself to argue with gojo right now.
"satoru, i know. it's just, things have been stressful at work. i'm sorry i forgot to turn off the stove," you tell him genuinely sorry that you almost, possibly burn the whole house down if he hadn't been the one to realize that, "i'm sorry, okay?"
his gaze softened. regaining control over the rhythm of his breathing, gojo reaches out to you, "d'you wanna talk about it?"
you shook your head, "i just wan' to sleep, satoru. i'm tired." he buries his nose into your hair before tossing you over his shoulder, you didn't complain at the way he decided to carry you — you just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.
the male held you close as he climbed your shared bed, "'m sorry too," he mumbles, grazing his lips over your forehead.
"you don't have to be, it's my fault for being reckless," you replied, draping an arm over his torso, clutching his black shirt, "can we sleep now?"
gojo chuckles, "mhm. good night," he whispers, "i love you."
you smiled at him, burying your face into his chest, "good night 'toru. i love you more."
GETO SUGURU. arguments with geto can be pretty frustrating, although he never raises his voice at you. he just knows what to say, and he's always right too. whether it being about you forgetting to throw the trash out (once), or you being forgetful about some things — geto just knows the right words to say to you, without making you feel like you're doing something wrong.
see, the thing is in the house. you both divided your chores, geto does the dishes, and the mopping. you do the laundry and vacuuming. while the morning trash is yours, and he does it nightly.
he's usually never in the wrong. most of the time. but when he is, he will admit so. in conclusion, you don't argue with him often, because he will apologize if he knows he did something wrong. but this was on rare occasions.
today is one of those rare occasions. you swore you had left the house clean — and you remembered throwing the trash before you leave for work. yet, here he was, asking you about it.
"suguru, i promise i threw it in the morning. before i left for work," you tell him, taking off your shoes and putting it neatly on the shoe rack. having to come back home from work, you just wanted to eat dinner, have a nice warm bath, and sleep.
god, you hated arguments. you admitted that you sometimes forget to throw the trash out while rushing to go to work, but that was not intentional at all.
geto had asked your prior about it. you knew he wasn't sparking an argument, but the thing is — you remembered it well. going out of the door this morning while holding a plastic of waste, hell, you even remembered bumping into a neighbor on the way out.
"just . . . let me throw it out again—" geto has been awfully silent for the past few minutes, and when you approached the trash can, he immediately stops you.
his hand latching around your wrist gently as he pulls you over, "no, no. it's my fault, i remember now. i was the one who threw that in the trash can after you left," he said to you in an apologetic tone, "'m sorry."
you shook your head, "it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. and it's not like you intentionally forgot about it, right?" he nods his head mutely, pulling you into a silent embrace, "y'okay sugu?"
"the next time i do that — i want you to smack me in the face, okay?" you chuckled, placing a wet kiss onto his lips.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. i don't know how to say it — he's just accepts his fate and does whatever you want him to do. he thinks arguments are a complete waste of time, it's not like he likes arguing with you in the first place. he just doesn't see a point to it since he never initiates the talking; you always do. but that's because he did things that sparked the said argument. you reap what you sow.
toji can be lazy sometimes. scratch that. most of the time. clothes sprawled out in the living room, on the kitchen counter which he claimed he forgot when he was grabbing water, on the couch, on the headboard of your bed, on the bathroom sink. and honestly, he's a grown man — he knows better than that.
"toji, how many times do i have to tell you—"
"put the dirty laundry in their place, yeah, y'reminded me that like . . . three times today." he grumbled under his breath as he yawned out loudly.
"then why are you still leaving them everywhere? god, this is so childish! it's like 'm taking care of a fucking baby," toji lets out a sigh, "i'm so tired of telling you over and over again. you're a grown man, why can't you act like one?"
toji's not dumb. he knows it's his mistake, and sometimes he genuinely forgets about leaving his shirt out while being too preoccupied with other things. he loves you, he really does. the last thing he'd like is you leaving him because he can't stop his habit of leaving his shirt everywhere.
he approaches you, taking the shirt out of your grip, "my fault."
"damn right it is. the next time i see another shirt, i swear to god, you're sleeping on the couch." you muttered out, crossing your arms — watching as the male meekly trotted into the bathroom where the laundry basket rested beside the bathroom cabinet.
"is that a threat?" he chuckles, peeking his head out.
"no. it's a warning."
he walks out of the bathroom, slithering an arm around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. prepping you on his lap, "mm. noted, can you stop getting mad at me now?" he comments, grazing his finger over your neck.
and he did it again at night (and slept on the couch like you warned him, he still hates you for that).
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i was wondering if i could request a combination of ❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ and ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜ w/ good endind astarion and including the topics of virginity loss? maybe taking place after the events of baldurs gate ^3^ thank you so so much your time and im looking forward to read more of your incredible writing!
<3 ngl i wrote this to 'To be loved' by aurora lol
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Two rings. They are a matching pair bound by magic, warding magic shared between the rings. The magic of love, the lover's embrace.
Astarion gives you his left hand, you place the ring on his ring finger. The same action is repeated by you and his actions match yours.
It is a private wedding, or as close to one can get as close to, and takes place in the inn room for two. Those special ones for honeymoons.
Dark flames from purple-scented candles, the moonlight shines through the open window, and those ruby eyes shine with gentle warmth.
You found a pretty white outfit and Astarion wears one of those fancy black suits with a coattail.
With Selûne as the witness in this clear night with the moon up high and the stars dazzling in the sky, silence as there is peace, soon to be gone in the morning, but tonight you both will bask in each other as if the world is brand new.
The first of many nights to be lived.
You kiss him with a laugh, how could you not be happy!? "I like your last name. I'm taking it."
"My last name?" He half expected to take yours, "Sweet thing." He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, "You can have anything of me."
You stare at the wonder of this world, your world in your arms, "All that I am, let us share eternity with each other." No longer will he have to face the darkness alone, it will be with someone— With you. His sun, dawn breaking through the shadows.
Love. Gods, it is as if his heart is racing.
This is a wedding night, a night he wants you. Wants everything he can feel against his skin, every inch of your body to ache for him, and to experience sex because he wants it— And because he wants to share this first night of everything with you.
In this room, with only the moon as the light and witness, he guides you to bed.
"Are you sure? We can do other things." You show genuine concern.
"Yes," Taking a deep breath, "With you, I want this." Confidence and certainty, the ability to consent.
You read his face then your mind stirs as you feel his touch on your mind, just as you had opened your mind to express your feelings to him, Astarion lays bare his emotions and desires. The desire to love and be loved.
His magic is dark, yet soothing. Yours is warm, light, wild, and untamed.
"Astarion."
"If you will have me."
You smile then nod, "Thank you." Though he feels he should be thanking you for giving him something he thought he lost: freedom.
Everything that freedom entails returned to him, though you take no credit for his victory, he is grateful you were by his side.
His lips take yours, guiding you with slow easy movements for you to match him. "Good pup." Your cheeks burn as your hands reach up, fingers tracing the shell of his ears, "(Name)." His eyes flutter shut, his lips seek yours, hands on your hips.
"So good for me," Smiling above you as he gets to be first to see you like this, "Look how much you came." The spell to see through each other's eyes is an inspired one you created to be his mirror. To use the innocent spell to show you the wonders Astarion is doing is… You can't hide, he won't let you hide from his adoration.
Tonight, every night or day, for as long as time will allow: he will be loved and you will know his desires, bare and raw.
"Astarion, oh! Ah, Gods."
Wow! It is like dying! Astarion chuckles from your thoughts as you cum once more by his hand.
"I can't!" Panicking as you never felt so much at once.
"Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it. My little love, breathe in and out."
Love and lust, it is as if he is your missing half. Astarion groans at the way your mind races with so many emotions for him. Raw and messy, he never will doubt ever how much to truly love him. Boundless and limitless.
When he is finally inside of you, two bodies made one, he has to stop himself from cumming so soon from how tight you are. The spell doesn't help as you both feel the union not only from yourselves but each other too.
Your nails scratching his back, your legs locking close to you. His fangs bite into your neck, his grip fierce as he moves. Your hips moving with his, your body singing for him.
You can feel how happy he is, he can feel how amazed you are.
The evening seemed endless, and maybe Selûne stayed a little longer in the sky for some love birds.
#anon ask#baldur's gate 3#reader insert#astarion#astarion x mc#astarion x vampire spawn!tav#astarion x you#astarion x reader
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My headcanons of The Bad Batch falling in love with a jedi
SO... i wrote a thing, I want to get better at writing so i'm hoping to write more of these!!please note that i've written before when i was 12- im 18 now XD so i hope to get better!!
For now, Please enjoy my headcanons for The Bad Batch!!!
My headcanons The Bad batch falling in love with a jedi reader
Sidenote
Takes place after order 66,Reader was a Jedi knight who was once mace windu’s padawan. And reader is based off a oc of a another fanfic in the works!
Hunter
Loml💖💖💖
Hmmm hunter I imagine a very VERY slow burn for him. Not to say that the rest of batch would be slow but I feel hunter would take extremely long at realizing his feelings
The man literally was a soldier then a dad-
So imagine his feelings when he and the reader actually start getting close. His heart would go doki doki and he would just be like.. wtf?
And obviously omega has to like you,how would she not like you?
Hunter will fall even harder when he sees the reader having a genuine interaction with omega.
Even though they're gone I still wanna add them so…
Cut lawquane and Suu already know what's up. Hunter can't hide it from them.
So does Rex, I'd like to think that Rex would be happy seeing his comrade falling in love after such events happened.
Hunter tried to ignore these feelings but..it doesn't work. They just grew.
As time passes he stars accepting that he MAY like(love) you
And recently with his heightened senses he has been feeling eyes on him…
Overall very confused at first and takes the time to think about his feelings.
Echo
Like hunter he would be slow but not that slow, considering reader is a Jedi and went through order 66 they would have trauma.
Enter trauma buddies
I vision the reader befriending echo first. Due to the fact that echo knows how scared you might be of clones at the moment.
Despite being a bit grumpy echo is very sweet. He's very considerate of your needs. And with time,He knows what triggers you. He also weirdly helps you to open up more but you remain very quiet.
Friends to lovers trope ftw-
It would begin when the batch and reader are on a mission for Sid when things go wrong, as usual. And reader gets lightly hurt and echo's freaking out
Then he hears a laugh
"Won't you calm down? I just sprained my foot. I can heal it" you chuckle with a gentle smile
And echo's face just goes red
Also to note, this man will ALWAYS be at your side. He's a puppy and it's adorable.
Also staying up late and planning for future missions are yours and echo's thing don't @ me.
Tech
ayo this GIF
OOHH I just love this man's to he reminds me of myself knowing a lot of useless info-
I think tech isn't very shy? Maybe to an extent!but i think he wouldn't really show much as the others.
in the beginning you and tech wouldn't be very close,but one day you ask him what he's working on out of boredom and he goes on to tell you the whole declaration of independence-
he's used to people zoning out while he's explaining (cough) wrecker (cough)
but no, to his surprise you're still actually interested!!
and you listened.
after this tech somewhat limits himself to talking to much but he always ends up getting lost in his words. Especially if what peaked his interest is in depth. But you never seem to mind.
Like echo he would be next to you always. His go to if you will when he needs help
And get ready from a lot of questions about jedis and the order i feel like he would be very curious about that topic.once you get comfortable talking about it of course.
a couple of months with being with the batch you go on a separate mission on a lead that your old master might be alive.
after you first told the batch of this tech was strangely quiet for the rest of your time there…
Wrecker
•Ngl I haven't really thought about this one, But I'll try my best!!!
•wrecker is a very fun loving man, and that's very admirable.
• I imagine wrecker would be the one to get readers out of their shell more faster than the other guys.
•What do you expect? He's so lovable.
•but this of course didn't come with its own trial and errors…
•in the early stages there were sometimes where he would try to help you out, however this meant grabbing you and throwing you up a high wall when you could've forced jumped-
•as you can imagine reader was caught of guard °_°
•But all was forgiven when the wrecker sought you out privately and awkwardly apologized.
•for falling in love. The feeling would come to him awkwardly and he somewhat embraces that!
•this would include giving you random trinkets that remind you of him
•inviting you out to his tradition with omega after missions
•being protective during missions
•compliments
•being very obvious.
•I mean…More obvious than hunter and echo combined.
Crosshair
Damn that gif STGG
•whoever told you this mf would be sweet to you if he ever did like you-
•idk what to tell you💀💀
•you know that thing children do when they have a crush on another kid and there just mean to them?
•that's crosshair.
•I knowW this man would be anything but nice to you.
•and that because he's most likely not used to liking someone.
•that being said, I read somewhere that crosshair would make you chase after him. I find that true imo, idk it just makes sense to me he would do that-
•BUT I do also think he would be the one who lowkey flirts with you the most but he would be very VERY subtle,And only do it when he gets comfortable with you. Examples being when you and him would be bickering and he would say something that would make you stay quiet and he uses that God daMn nice voice of his- or with subtle touches.
• I do like to think that as time passes by he gets a bit more bolder and somewhat overprotective-
•also the reader actually taking the time to know crosshair would be very appealing to him I think, I just feel crosshair needs someone to talk to in Canon, just don't let him know you're a Jedi🗿
Uhh idk how to end these,..but i do really hope to write more!! as for request im not sure about that just yet!!anyways if you read this far thank you!! please be kind as this is my first time writing this kind of stuff;; okay enjoy TBB and stay safe!!!!
#the bad batch#tbb hunter#tbb hunter x reader#sargent hunter x reader#tbb crosshair#crosshair x reader#tbb echo#echo x reader#tbb tech#tech x reader#tech x you#hunter x you#echo x you#crosshair x you#wrecker x you#tbb wrecker#wrecker x reader#star wars#omega TBB#tech#wrecker#hunter#echo#crosshair#xreader
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For your prompt-request thing—
Harry Hart, hurt/comfort prompt 1 :D (it was a rly difficult choice btwn 1 and 3 ngl)
hi bestie! i'm so sorry this took me ages to write, but i hope you enjoy it!
Pairings: Harry Hart x fem!Reader
Warnings: alcohol, drugging, death mention, attempted abduction, no use of (Y/N)
Cocktails
“Hey, Miss, you seem a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?”
You looked up at your target, Alex Connor, with a polite smile and nodded your head. Step one was going according to plan.
“Just keep your guard up, Guinevere,” you could hear Merlin’s voice warning you in your ear. “He seems quite innocent, but we all know what kind of things he’s capable of.”
You held your closed water bottle tightly and did a quick scan of the facility, making another note of your exits and seeing Harry’s position in a booth near the back so he could keep an eye on you.
“Everything alright?” Alex asked and you nodded your head.
“Just been a long day,” you mumbled.
You knew he liked to work for his information, it was all a part of the game he played to take you off your guard. To make you trust him. But your goal was to do the opposite so you planned to play his game right back.
“Really? Do you need someone to talk about it with?” he asked in one of the most convincing genuine voices you’d ever heard.
“I-,” you shrugged. “Not really, I think I'd rather have a distraction.”
“I’m good at that too,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you a drink first and then we can see what we can do about that.”
You gave him a look of slight reluctance before ordering a cocktail which the bartender already knew to make a virgin.
A few minutes later he placed the colourful drink in front of you and you took a sip. At least you could say it tasted good.
“So if I want a distraction do I get to pick?” you asked.
“Sure,” he nodded.
“Alright then, tell me about yourself,” you started easy, making it seem as if you may have been interested in him. If he thought sex was on the table maybe he’d give you the information you were looking for.
The conversation went on for some time, your drink mainly untouched, and it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into the back of your skull.
Weirdly enough, that was your comfort in the situation. Knowing that Harry was right there in case anything went wrong settled the nervous feeling in your stomach that normally came with dealing with such a dangerous person alone.
Eventually you managed to get him to crack, not without a little more flirting and light hand grazes here and there, and Merlin applauded you on the extraction.
You turned your head for just a moment to signal to Harry that you’d be ready to get out soon and as a little treat to yourself you took another sip of your cocktail.
You tried to close off the conversation with Alex, but you could feel your limbs growing heavier. Your mouth refused to move in the way you wanted, almost paralyzed by something and when you looked back down again at your drink in horror, you noticed a faint white powdery residue on the black straw.
You had turned your head for less than two seconds and he had drugged you.
“Oh you don’t look too good,” Alex said and now you could hear the disingenuousness in his voice. “Here let me get you some help.”
You wanted to protest, panicking, but you couldn’t bring it in you to move yourself from the position you were in.
You tried to scream for help, but nothing came from your lungs.
“Excuse me?” you could hear a voice behind you as your body wasn’t able to hold itself up anymore and you were fully relying on Alex not to fall off your chair.
“Sorry I’m just trying to get my girlfriend-,”
“Your girlfriend?”
Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar, but all the things in your brain became a jumbled mess covered in a thick fog.
“Yes my girlfriend,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“That’s my wife,” the voice said flatly. “And I’ll give you one chance to hand her to me before this situation gets any more complicated than necessary.”
Knowing better than to cause a scene Alex let the other man take you in his arms, and through the haze you managed to recognize the soft feeling of those arms wrapped around you. It was Harry.
Alex quickly left the bar and Harry gently turned you around, still able to see the frantic, worried look in your eyes.
“Hey, hey, just look at me, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and you hated that you didn’t have any control over your body. Harry seemed to sense this and you could hear Merlin talking to you both, giving Harry instructions on what to give you to counteract the drug Alex had used.
He took something small out of his pocket and grabbed your water bottle, placing the pill in your mouth before helping you drink and swallow.
“It’ll take a little while to kick in okay?” he told you, taking your glasses off so you wouldn’t have to hear the cacophony of headquarters. You were overwhelmed enough. “Come on, let me get you out of here.”
You weren’t sure if it was whatever drug Alex had used or what you had taken to counteract its effects, but you could feel yourself drifting off, whether it was to sleep or something much more permanent you had no idea, but at this point, the effects were too strong for you to care and you let the quiet envelop you.
—
When you opened your eyes your whole body felt like it weighed a ton and a half. You struggled to push yourself up into a seated position so you could assess your surroundings. You had last been at the bar with Harry and now it seemed like you were back in your hotel room.
“Good, you’re awake.”
You turned your head to the sound of the voice and saw Harry walking towards you with a bottle of water. He was still in his work suit which made you think that not too much time had passed.
“How long was I out?” you asked.
“A few hours. It’s within the symptoms of what I gave you. HQ might want to run some tests when we return but I suspect you’ll be in good health,” he explained. “Here drink this.”
You noticed the bottle was unopened and you smiled a little to yourself, Harry did seem to know you well. If it had been a glass you probably would have refused to drink from it. The paranoia of the incident still made your heart beat a little faster than it should.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Just a little woozy-,”
“That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted. “That experience must have been quite frightening. I can’t imagine what you were feeling.”
You stayed quiet for a moment before taking another sip of water and whispering that you didn’t really want to talk about it.
“I understand,” Harry nodded, “but if you ever just need someone to listen you can always come to me.”
“Thank you, Harry,” you reached out your hand to hold his and give it a light squeeze. “Really, not just for this, but always looking out for me. Whenever we’re partnered on assignments I know I’m in good hands.”
“Anytime, my dear,” he gave you one of his soft smiles and you could instantly feel the beat of your heart slow to a calm, regular rhythm.
You knew even if it stayed just as that, gentle grazes of a hand against another, a soft smile and a reassurance, everything, in the end, would always be okay.
#harry hart#harry hart x reader#harry hart fanfiction#galahad#galahad x reader#kingsman#kingsman secret service#kingsman secret service fanfiction#kingsman fanfiction#stupid tags
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Ik you said to send hot takes but what about your hot takes 👀👀
NYAHAHAHA THANKS FOR ASKING
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IsagiRin as a ship just doesn't work for me. Odk why just. Sorry I can NOT see your vision bestie. Half of the Blue Lock ships don't work for me especially when centered around Isagi because that boy switches side characters like they're pairs of shoes. In Blue Lock one or two sus or even sweet moments doesn't really amount to much to me because everyone has them here. That doesn't automatically mean date on a riverside resturant. On the other hand I totally could see Bachira x Isagi but I just think of them as really close friends because that's what gives me the most comfort being as some of the people who really saved my life were friends. I think it would be better if Bachira had a friend first and focused on himself before getting into any big relationship. Idk I guess that's more of a personal preferance
SPEAKING OF, I hate people who write Blue Lock smut w a burning passion. I'm not even gonna hit the whole iTS IMMorAL train it just usually sucks all the fun and personality out of the chosen character and is just trying to be as gross ans shocking as possible and twist them into somehow being pervs just bc they get all hyperactive when they play soccer. Like GET THERAPY. Half the time I go to the bllk tag im just scrolling like HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT.
The anime gets a lot of slack but like... It's very difficult to transfer things from one medium to the other especially things as philisophical as Blue Lock
Fandom interpretations of Shidou are usually weirdly ooc because they wittle him down to like how cray cray he is or whatever and completely ignore for example, his respect for people who are also creative and out of the box or his ability to deal with lonliness and being othered by everyone
Characters that shouldn't be hated nearly as much as they are: NOA NOEL. You heard it here folks. I genuinely believe he's just trying his best and honestly most coaches would've asked to drop half the player he has to deal with by now like cmon you got an emo gymrat who was forced to become like you, you got a playee whos EYESIGHT IS FAILING but will literally start falling apart if you bench him, you got..kaiser and his lapdog ass cronie who dont listen to your plans at all, you got an entire rift between new and old players. Like how do you even fix that when you can't send people home (i think)? He gives good advice sometimes ngl and they're winning games so like...
Cont. Sure he isn't as funny or amusing to read as Lavinho or Chris and he isn't as open as Snuffy but DAMN IT he's doing his job ok? And all the dad son moments between him and Isagi are to die for.
Naruhayas little miniarc is honestly has the saddest backstory implications to me. THERE I SAID IT. Rin's is indeed tragic and heartwrenching but can be fixed, he can move on and heal if he so chooses. Bachira...ok nvm bachira's ties with it. Hiori's is an absolute tear jerker but he is still in Blue Lock. He still has some time to grow. Naruhaya? There's nothing that could be done to fix his position or bring him up or cut him from the weights dragging him down. We see so many characters in the Blue Lock universe rise from their poverty through soccer but DAMN IT NARUHAYA EXISTED TO SHOW THAT THAT IS A LUCKY AND FEW 2 PERCENT. HE PROBABLY HAD TO GIVE UP ON EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS DREAMS JUST TO SUPPORT THE VERY FAMILY HE LOVES SO MUCH. HIS PARENTS LITERALLY DIED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? BACHIRA STILL HAS HIS MOM, RIN AT LEAST HAS HOPES OF RECONCILING WITH HIS BROTHER AND HIORI MIGHT ONE DAY SAFELY CUT HIS PARENTS OFF BUT HIS ARE IMPLIED TO BE GOOD PEOPLE JUST..STRAIGHT UP DEAD. AND THE WAY HE STOLE FOOD ALL THE TIME???? IM GOING INSANE.
Ok thats all for now LMAO
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jealousy | m. o’hara
pairings: miguel o’hara x male!reader
word count 1.2k
warnings: nsfw, angst, mention of cock, mention of vomit, slight toxic relationship, safe word and terrible writing
authors note: this was kinda bad ngl. I wanted vomit to be in this, genuine bile on Miguel’s cock but idk I felt like this didn’t fit the nonexistent plot. I’m writing a piss kink fem!reader next. Also! Here, @lvinlee
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"Ow, ow. Miggy, you're hurting me.." you hissed, hands scratching at his with a plea. At your tone, he loosened his grip, staring at your pitiful form; ruffled clothes, tears welled in your eyes, short tousled hair messy in a way his lust got the best of him. You both passed the the cafeteria, heading to the bathroom as his lust got to the best of him. Skipping past Hobie, the man give him a sly smirk, Miguel glaring at him. Hands dragged you further before you arrived at your destination. Tossing you in the bathroom, Miguel brought his cock out, swiftly locking the door. Your messy form struck something within him. Seeing you so broken ignited a fire in his belly, cock coming to life. "You're such a pathetic whore, throwing yourself at Hobie like that." He spat with hate, however the love peeking through his lashes calmed your hammering heart, however you knew you were in trouble regardless. A heat started to build between your legs as his semi-hard cock flung to life. "'M sorry, Mig.." you pathetically babbled, hands shaking as your cock strained against your boxers. With a grab to your tender scalp, you cried out, a perfect chance for his cock to slide up to your lips.
"Bite me and I'll sink my teeth into that pretty throat of yours. Got it?" Miguel hissed, a burning in his chest at the thought of Hobie taking what is his. "I understand, master.." your lip wobbled, tears welling your eyes, but the burning in your abdomen intensified, cock weeping from his words. You gently slipped your tongue out, swirling it against his aggravated tip. Miguel groaned, biting his lip. He'd let you have your way, allowing you to enjoy yourself before he'd wreck your throat. So, no matter how many kitten licks up and down his shaft made butterflies bubble in his stomach, he kept his hands clenched, claws leaving small scars as blood dripped onto the floor. Pre-cum seeped out his slit, so with a cock drunk look in your eye, you lapped at it desperately, his salty taste exploding on your tongue. "You're so big, master." You sighed, taking him into your hands, jerking him off before spitting on your hands.
His neck flushed, cheeks burning at your words. You always knew what to say, how to calm him, how to make him cum. You were perfect. He loved everything about you and missed your touch, too busy with work to give you attention. Miguel was a man, he had thoughts of lust, and despite how he wanted to run to you with a hard cock straining against his suit, he kept himself away from you. He didn't want to taint you, he didn't have the right. You were his but was he truly yours? With a nibble against his tip, he groaned in annoyance and clicked his tongue. He didn't speak, just acted. With a sudden pull to your hair, you found your nose touching his pelvis. Hands flailing, you gagged, spittle falling down to your thighs, eyes squeezing shut as you panicked, body lurching.
A loud groan echoed throughout the bathroom. Hissing to himself, your warm throat closing in on his cock made him feel things he hasn't in a while. The squelch your throat made sent shivers down his spine. "mierda... your throat feels so good." Despite your protests, Miguel fucked your throat with ease. Your vision clouded, hands going limp as the lack of oxygen registered in your mind. Noticing your lack of struggle, you were pulled from his cock, gasping and coughing as spit covered him. Choking on your own spit, you cried. Looking up at him through bleary eyes, you mewled, hands pawing at your clothed cock despite the situation. You felt your boxers dripping with need, or maybe that was your spit from being throat fucked, you couldn't tell.
With another yank to your hair, you found yourself sprung back onto his cock, gagging relentlessly. Fucking your throat sent shivers down his spine, loud moans and whines escaping Miguel at your panicked face, hands squeezing his ass in discomfort. "I'm gonna fuck your throat until I cum, this'll teach you to not throw yourself at men behind my back, you stupid slut." He growled, fucking your throat even harder. Bile threatened to rise up your throat, hands tapping at his thighs with a plea. Nails dug into his thighs, the hood on your head rough as you tried to move off of his cock. Moaning in pain around his cock, you cried. Miguel finally let you take a breather, noticing the pure fear in your eyes.
"Breathe. I know you can take it." Miguel murmured, hands holding your head, strands of your hair slipping through his fingers as he scratched your scalp lovingly to soothe your turmoil. With a more gentle approach, Miguel humped your hand, caressing your cheek with adoration. Hiccuping cries, you muttered your safe word, immediately stopping anything Miguel was doing. Putting his cock away, Miguel worriedly bent down, murmuring sweet nothings. "Lo siento, cariño..." You cried into his hands, throat raw and hurting. Miguel got paper towels and cleaned your face and hands, kissing your head as you clung to him.
"I'm sorry, Miggy.. 'm sorry." You wept, hiding your face in his neck. You didn't enjoy being choked on his cock, panic spreading throughout your body the entire time, and the bile that threatened to escape made you cry harder, and he was just so mad at you while all you wanted was his attention. You only got Hobie to play along to make Miguel jealous, so he'd pay attention to you. While it worked, you feared he hated you with the way he was fucking your throat, and his cruel words. He ignored you, only working in his office these past few days, barely responding to your words. It hurt so much.
"No, no, cariño... I'm sorry. I was too rough. Let's go home." He whispered, worry in his voice. You shook your head. "Do you still love me?" You sobbed. Miguel felt as though he was punched in the gut. "Of course I love you, you're my soul. You're everything I want in life, everything I wished for. I was just jealous, mi amor." Miguel spoke, rubbing your back as you cried. You mindlessly croaked, "why were you ignoring me? It hurts, miggy. It hurts so much." Miguel wanted to protect you, and he thought the only way he could was by distancing himself from you. He never wanted to hurt you but he also knew it had to be done, however once he saw how heartbroken you were, he thought it was the most stupid thing he's thought of in years. With a soft coo, Miguel embraced your form even tighter.
Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, your sobs died down, your trembling ceasing. “I don’t feel like I deserve you. And while I know it’s stupid. I’m trying to protect you, mi amor.” Miguel reasoned, rubbing your arms as your chest filled with dread. “But I love you.” You whispered, biting your lip in frustration. Miguel sighed, settling you in his lap. “And I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you.” You understood why he did what he did, no matter how horrible it was. “It’s okay, Miggy.” You mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, his cock still hard beneath you. At your adjustment, a spark of pleasure pricked down his spine, but he ignored it, not wanting to force you into anything in this intimate moment. “You’re still hard, want me to help?” You questioned, not wanting Miguel to be in pain. With a chuckle, Miguel shook his head. “No, cariño, let’s go home.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“ I love you more.”
#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#miguel x reader#miguel x y/n#miguel x you
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i've been reading 'a message from the bulletin board' around twice a week for months, like this fic is so damn good it has a chokehold on me you cannot possibly understand. the yearning ?? the comfort ? perfect amounts, i genuinely cried while reading the first half sometimes. also it distracts me from the fact that i'm failing art school due to severe burn out and mental health issues and that my profs basically think i'm a failure of an artist, ngl reading silly little fics on the internet is probably the only way i found to preserve my sanity lmao
anyways i love your writing very much and i can't wait for the next chapter of iknbs, take care !!
Oh no, lovely, I'm so sorry to hear that :((
If I've learned anything from being in school for so many years now it's that the opinions of professors are certainly not the end all and be all. Mental health is disregarded in academia in general, I can sing you whole songs about that from my own life, and courses are often designed in ways that can easily cause burn out if you want to keep up with all your work – especially if you're already struggling mentally.
I need you to know that this does not determine your worth as a person nor as an artist. I was incredibly burnt out multiple times throughout studying and I hope you can find ways to properly take care of your mental health. There is no shame in needing help and properly resting to recover from large amounts of stress. I hope things get better for you soon, my sweet, and thank you for reaching out despite of this to let me know you enjoy my work. It truly means a lot. Sending you all the love ♡
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The 10 Novels I Read on May (+1 bonus cuz it's that good)
Just wanted to say that @thedollymaker and @hippo141 are angels and this post is for you guys! Hope y’all find it useful <3
I’ll be rating and ranking the novels I’ve read from best to worst. Most (more like all) are romance novels which are also popular on BookTok. Writing the tl’dr non-spoiler ver here with more in-depth review on an upcoming post (bc tumblr deleted my half completed in-depth review and it’s nearing 1 am rn so yeah):
1. Love and Other Words by Christina Lauren - 5.1/5 🌟
I have to admit I read this on June 2022, and have read 4 more books since too but I just HAD to put this here because it's that good.
It tells the story of 2 best friends (who are almost soulmate-like imo) who have recently met again after years of losing contact. They had a falling out, but when they met everything just falls so perfectly. And we find out what happened in the past. It had the craziest twist (that i kinda knew was coming but oh my lord let me tell you that I BAWLED). BIG hurt/comfort theme. It reminds me of a warm hug and just - of Home. Home's embrace/warmth if you will.
2. It Ends With Us by Collen Hoover - 5/5 🌟
Girl meets the perfect Boy, but maybe there’s something more than meets the eye. Major page turner, this books makes me feel so much and at the same time left me feeling empty. I learnt valuable real life lessons from this book and you won’t regret picking this up. Hurt/Comfort piece. Also also, read the Author’s Note after ending the novel cuz it provided much needed clarity/resolution/peace.
3. All Your Perfects by Colleen Hover - 5/5 🌟
If you’ve read it ends with us and it left you feeling “it could’ve worked” ((not gonna spoil more but if you know, you know)), then boy is this the perfect one for you. It tells a story of this couple’s journey of overcoming terrible stuff ((think It’s Quiet Uptown, Hamilton)). And also, Best. Coho. Male. Lead. Ever. ((Graham my man, UGH)) So so Romantic.
4. The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood - 5/5 🌟
THIS IS THE CUTEST ROM-COM, way more lighthearted than the previous 2. Fake dating, ball of sunshine x broody/grumpy trope, age gap. It’s so cute and the banter is so amazing. I recommend.
5. Funny You Should Ask by Elisse Sussman - 4.6/5 🌟
This novel to me feels comforting. It’s a slow burn but in a comfortable sense? Journalist and Movie star had an unforgettable weekend that left much needed resolution. A decade later, they met again but both changed and grew for better or for worse. Sometimes, stories don’t have to be dramatic. And this novel feels genuine in a sense - a genuine adoration.
6. Verity by Colleen Hoover - 4.5/5 🌟
Murder-mystery, very suspenseful, very exciting, but leaves you mind fucked. Like after ending this, I was just like what the fuuuuck. This novels fucks with your head like ngl. Best opening scene. Young writer was tasked to finish another successful writer’s novel series after she is left incapacitated. But she found a manuscript that perhaps reveals so many terrible truths, or is it?
7. Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover - 4.1/5 🌟
This book is spicy, hot and romantic. It’s cute. Started a bit slow but it has quite a strong ending. Friends with benefits to lovers. Brother’s best friend. Pining. The my life is too much of a mess to love again trope. ((read this before november 9 for cameos))
8. November 9 by Colleen Hoover - 4/5 🌟
This book is fun and exciting. Boy and girl meets once a year, over a span of 5 (or 6?) years as their relationship grow. It’s endearing, how Ben (main guy) just encourages Fallon (the MC) to love herself more.
9. In Five Years by Rebecca Serle - 3.7/5 🌟
This perfectionistic, planning and success obsessed lawyer saw a vision 5 years into the future to find her planned life so different than it is now. I’d say that this book is not what you think it is. Imo this is not a romance novel, but more on friendship and learning to letting go. Life happens, it still goes on.
10. Confess by Colleen Hoover - 3.3/5 🌟
To love is to sacrifice is the essence of this book. It’s about 2 people who is sacrificing so much to love the people they love. But maybe, they need to learn to value themselves - to not discount themselves too much. And in finding that in each other.
11. Under One Roof by Ali Hazelwood - 3.2/5 🌟
Environmental engineer inherited a house from her mentor. But what said mentor forgot to mention was that half of the ownership of the house belonged to her nephew (who’s this lawyer at this BP-esque unethical capitalistic giga corporation). Enemies to friends to lovers. The stuck under one roof (thus the title) and the oh my god they were roommates trope. It’s short, it’s cute, it’s sweet.
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Just wanted to say that Colleen Hoover is an amazing writer and reading it ends with you got me out of my reading slump. TikTok is a great place to find recommendations <3 Technically I read like 10 books in 2 weeks and it’s more books I’ve read in the past like what, decade? ((well maybe but like i’ve probably poured those energy into fanfics which could easily quadruple the number but eh)). What I’m trying to say is that this is fun, reading is amazing hahaha.
I’m planning on reading unhoneymooners, hopeless, maybe someday and some other more soon but let’s seee, feel free to drop recs on my askbox~
**EDIT** Ok y'all, Imma do a quick update on the ranks because I read 1 wonderful book that just OOFT.
#novel#book#book tumblr#colleen hoover#ali hazelwood#rebecca serle#elise sussman#book review#it ends with us#all your perfects#the love hypothesis#funny you should ask#verity#ugly love#november 9#in five year#confess#under one roof
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Okay!
4 11 13 15 17 21 28 31 36 51 55
Dang, that's a lot! <3
4. what are you looking forward to?
I am getting married in Ireland in June. My wedding will be a dark/ethereal vintage romantic vibe and I'm literally getting married at Dunluce Castle. A dream!
5. are you listening to music right now?
Nope. I'm enjoying the complete silence of my house :)
13. how do you feel right now?
I started antibiotics last Wednesday and I'm feeling so much better. I'm starting to get more of my writing out and I think it's reaching more people, so that brings me joy!
15. personality description
Growing up, I was VERY outgoing and outspoken but I've mellowed a ton. I've been told I come off as shy and a little intimidating until you get to know me. I have always had a love for the unusual things in life and have been able to see beauty in darkness. I was the odd one out (didn't have a ton of friends growing up). I love and care fiercely and I will do anything for my friends and loved ones. I think I'm the funniest person to exist even though I'm probably not.
My students describe me as sassy (I love to roast them) and see me as a second mom haha.
17. opinion on insecurities.
I'm not really sure what this one means, but I'm going to answer it as if it's my opinion on my own insecurities.
I'm insecure about my body. I have the typical hourglass figure (big hips/thighs, big tits, small waist) but I also have hip dips so anything form fitting is a no go. I grew up in the late 90s/early 00s diet culture and have yo-yoed in weight since I was a kid. I had an almond (step)mom and I still feel shame around food. It's something I'm working on in therapy. I have so much pride and respect for Gen Z and their movement of body acceptance and positive body culture. It's something I wish us millennials had done when we were younger.
21. age and birthday?
August 13th; I’m 31 going on 85
28. i’ll love you if…
You are kind and genuine. You leave me comments on/reblog my work (because as much as I say I write for self-satisfaction, I also love recognition like anyone else and I have a really low self esteem when it comes to my writing). You take me out for coffee. You have a good sense of humor (extra points if it's dry or dark).
29. 3 random facts
I had to be treated for the plague in my 20s (yes, the literal bubonic plague)
I used to be a top writer on a fanfic website when I was 13 (early 2000s) and I cringe thinking of the shit I put out 😂
*trigger warning for injury* I have seen/smelt burning flesh (like, flesh melting off someone's body) as a result of an accident in high school. I still get jumpy around explosives. 10/10 don't recommend.
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
I'd like to be a published author that gets to share their thinking with the world (and ngl I'd love to do an international book tour).
I want to get back into music/playing piano (I'm too scared to try and don't even know where to start).
I want to travel more (ideally to Europe). It's so expensive and I'm poor and landlocked.
51. starsign
Leo Sun, Sagittarius Rising, Aquarius Moon
55. tumblr friends
@copiasghoulfriend @copias-juicebox @anamelessfool @portaltothevoid @katyaoaksdottir @the-lisechen
In response to Get to know me, pick some numbers post
#random asks#get to know me#get to know fish#asks#asks are open#you asked i answered#ask me stuff#ask away#love this fandom
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fuck i have a quick theory abt what’s gonna come next in the series for tmc…. specifically relating to thatcher
ramblings/technical spoilers under the cut
(quick warning for mentions of suicide as well)
i think that in terms of thatcher being gabe’s next target, gabe might pretend to be his “guardian angel”. let me explain
so, we already know that thatcher writes letters to ruth, so i am also taking this as a basis for a possible hc that he’s also a poet. like, his first monologue in vol 4 is like. REEAAALLY GOOD. like NO ONE GENUINELY THINKS LIKE THST TO MY KNOWLEDGE. like “crying sisters asking where their brothers went” and “i threw her to the flames as an act if self preservation” after already mentioning possibly burning the case files???? how is that NOT POETRY BEING READ TO US????
if anything he just writes his thoughts i to poems as a coping mechanism, and gabe deeeefinitely found them somehow, possibly through alt thatcher looking through his stuff bc he just seems like that kinda guy ngl VJCHDHGFJDJ
but if gabe found that specific poem and saw thatcher refer to ruth as his guardian angel, he is no doubt, 100% going to use that against him by claiming that he’s ACTUALLY his guardian angel.
and once thatcher finds that out (or. if bc i dont think dave even knew his purpose in gabe’s plan), it will DEVASTATE him. and if anything, gabe is probably pushing for thatcher to kill himself so gabe doesn’t have to waste as much time exploding his brains. like, dave became useless, so gabriel disposed of him. thatcher is probably a guy he’s tormenting just for fun, so he’d try to push the responsibility onto thatcher to carry out his own death.
soooooo yeah :’)
#AUUGGHHHHHH#sorry my brain is going EVERYWHERE with this thought#mandela catalogue#the mandela catalogue#thatcher davis#gabriel mandela catalogue#mandela catalogue spoilers#mandela catalyst spoilers#station inquiries#suicide mention#a2t
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"Sure sex is great but have you ever read a fanfic by an incredible author and then realized they have 30+ other fics in the tag?"
Heavy on that, about you.
First time I read one of your fics I was so sad because the experience was over. Your writing has that quality that I was so sure would never be replicated again because it's that amazing. I say this because usually when I read a fic written so beautifully, the writer is like Bigfoot or something. Hasn't been spotted since 1900s and the writing is so pristine, the fic about to become classic literature. I was genuinely so sad that the experience was over but then when I clicked your profile I saw 200 !?!?!!!!???? HOLY SHIT??
Not only that but the experience never truly ended. It was just another branch on a tree, not the end of the road. If your fics fell from trees instead of apples, Isaac Newton would've invented something beautiful instead of calculus.
Your writing is so wonderful and I wish I could give you a hug for everything that you've written. However many people tell you how insane and amazing you are, it's not enough.
I apologize for the liberal use of improper language. I had no other way to explain it.
anon i gotta tell you when i first saw this i made a very long, drawn out "weh??" sound, i'm so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. thank you so much for all the kind words!! the feeling i have rn is truly indescribable, but it's very, very good! i'm so curious as to which fic you found me through, was it niecest or a niche pairing or something else i am BURNING with curiosity 👀💖.
i'd love to be a cryptid ngl but unfortunately my brain just won't let me stop. i think to myself, "oh i'll just get it out in 1-2 fics and that'll be okay then" and next thing i know i have like 20 with no plans to stop XD. but! at least that means more fic to share with people who enjoy it <333 and more fandom buds to make <333
i'm really, genuinely so pleased that the rest of my fics have held up to that first one as well 🥰. i really do put a piece of my heart into each, no matter how fluffy or filthy they are, so it's so encouraging to hear that the effort i go to is appreciated <3
virtual hug received <333 and thank you for that, too! you're so incredibly kind to me, giving me such high praise! i will take this happiness, roll it up, and stuff it into even more fic XD <3
#seriously though thank you so much <3#my brain's such a delicate little ecosystem#and i've had to keep almost all my wips on lock for the past couple weeks#so this is really so genuinely encouraging#i can't express it properly but yknow#break glass in case of self loathing
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who says you're not getting an ask? because I'm giving you one right now!
anyway, I'm curious about Burn Fast, Burn Bright. not anything specific really, just surprise me ig. I love that fic of yours a whole lot as I'm sure I've stated to you before.
CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS?? TY!!! fic in question, which is OLD as HELL and I got second hand embarrassment from all the things I could’ve done better MAN. here are my thoughts before we get into it;
- this was the second fic I’d written for stanuary, and one of the longer fics I’ve written Ever actually. 15k words. I don’t know how I was able to produce so many words for these events ngl I hope I can redo that this year ANYWAY. first impressions? shallow angst. I think that’s what this is gonna be TO ME, because I’m the author and I hate myself. this was written almost a year ago… ough
- the descriptions will be Okay, but could be Better. I think I’ve gotten better at those hopefully.
- I was writing a lot of 80s angst during this time period and this was the second in that bunch. loose ties and ends, that one kid from jersey, unfortunate ends, like?? I was on a roll. what was wrong with me (still wrong with me)
- the gnomes are here? damn. I like gnomes
- oh that summary. already fucking me up
- I’m going in with the mindset that even at the time I knew that there was improvement to be had. This is my growing. I’m STILL growing. we can do this. I was still trying to find my groove. NOW LETS GOOOOOO
He’s left the damned duffel bag.
The one thing he had to take, and he’s left it behind. Stan has nothing to curse but his own self, because how is he so stupid as to not notice for a whole day? He’d spent the whole day driving through Oregon, hopping from gas station to gas station and it’s only now, the next morning, that he realizes there are no extra clothes to change into?
already onto a great start /genuine. an earlier draft had this to be a Lot more aggressive—using exclamation points and harsher language and shit, but once I realized that it would be a little odd that we start so strong, I toned it down. I think it gives a bit more of ‘resonate despondence’, which is very (sometimes) stan
Ford had always been bad at explaining things. He always expected the listener to know exactly what he’s talking about, be at his exact intelligence level, so that his ‘explaining’ could be understood with just a few words. 100% of the time, that isn’t the case.
literally me. best but of ford characterization someone could have conjured fr
okay already a detour but did you guys know I read my fics in my head in a VERY SPECIFIC tone, and that’s why most of the italicizations and em dashes exist? that’s why they’re there because if someone doesn’t read it the way I do I slowly die inside /silly I still do it today and I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t have to do everything for my reader. I should trust them.
(Yeah, Stan wants to let his anger out, but he’s not gonna kill the guy. Ford looks fragile enough as it is, and if he fights any harder he’ll probably break his leg or a rib. No point in damaging him, really.)
yes that’s so nice stan. you’re such a good brother dude oh my GOD IM—
this whole ford pleading scene here. here’s some bits;
“It…” Ford inhales deeply. “It’s not forever. I just need it away.”
“I don’t—Stan, I don’t want you to sail away to the ends of the Earth.”
“This—this, right here, I can’t do it.” Ford gestures to the portal wildly, giving it a scowl that could give Stan a run for his money. He almost thinks it’s directed at him, since he stands in front of the machine’s eye. “I can’t fix this!”
oh I’m feeling the feelings what the fuck. I can hear the last dialogue SO WELL. I remember vividly rewatching atots like four times just to listen to the fight and I’m still not desensitized. like the way ford delivers such a genuinely misguided request and seeing nothing wrong with how it might be worded which ALSO being on the verge of snapping? yeah ford I’ll give you a pass you’re going through shit. I’m so glad it still reads!!!
“I’m already too far gone, Stanley, an-and I can’t think of anyone else, anyone who would want to help.”
ohhhhhi can hear this too. it’s a Hint you know. it’s supposed to tip you off; something is REALLY wrong….
okay I’m restraining myself from pasting this entire ford exchange but it’s so GOOD. I’m flattering myself. And I didn’t even take that long on it I remember I wrote most of chapter one in a single burst. everything you see? barely edited. all put on at once. threw up on a page. I was feeling things
Ford sets the Journal aside. He, aside from the glaring obvious, does not look shaken up. “Yes, I know. Never… see me again.”
He sounds bitter. Almost too bitter for his liking. It’s almost contagious, from how it seems to roll off him and outwardly.
“You…” Stan has to phrase this kindly. “You know I don’t want that, right?”
Ford doesn’t relax. Instead, his gaze only darkens. “I know.”
i remember crying. I was tearing UP. that’s them. that’s something I would say if I were stan. make sure they know that I don’t want that. I…!!!!
Stan wonders what Stan will say.
one of the few bits I was smiling for when writing this….
So he should be here.
I forgot the name for this literary device even though I started using it religiously after this BUT YEAHHHHHHHH GET OUR FEELINGS BABE
not gonna paste it but what ford(‘s body) is hiding by. I’m gonna be honest despite watching atots so much I forgot where the portal opened. like dead ass, so I made it up. the bookshelf is supposed to be the portal. I think the fic ‘by the skin of your teeth’ was still severely affecting me and that was the portal in that fic. this is what you get when you don’t check your references. it literally happened to me yesterday! I was finishing up chapter six of do you remember hanging up the stars and it was about aziraphale and crowley on the ark back in 3000 bc right. I forgot what the ark looked like other than a Single Memory so I bullshitted it. I then remembered I had a Resource, Checked, and it was. well I completely forgot about where the humans would’ve gone. lol
I can’t paste it all bc it’s like the whole fic but Stan’s DENIAL. the way he’s sooooo deep in it that it’s a physical jarring when he’s ripped out of it. he’s literally such a denial grieved it’s SICK and I can’t believe I wrote it so easily. Ahem. that says things I think whether good or bad is up to your interpretation
some of these dialogues are weirdly cut off. I think Stan’s a lot more of a run on sentencer. hm
okay now I’m getting into the secondhand embarrassment that would probably be extreme heartbreak had into created this. I think at this point I was very emotionally worn down; not just from writing but Life too. there’s not much to say. it just Exists
oh that fucking letter. fucking letters. I love ford letters you know that they’re so delectable especially when he’s allowed to make them long. this WHOLE THING. wow. and the way he OPENS IT. classic ‘we don’t have much time’ action type beat *writes a two paged letter*. also the crossing out things. I’m a fucking genius. augh
I don’t know if you would like to stay in Gravity Falls after this, but I would like you to do two things, the two things I could not.
UHM EXCUSE ME YOU REALLY THINK SO?? LIKE GENUINELY??? woah buddy. anyways this hurts me because I know he’s being genuine about this he DOESNT know if Stan would like to stay. he doesn’t know. HE DOESNT KNOW—
Unless there is an afterlife, this is Stanford Pines, your brother, signing off.
(Thank you, Stan. For everything.)
THAT. THAT? I was kicking my little evil feet oh I WAS. I was thinking ‘what could I do in character that could REALLY fuck you up?’ and I landed there. I loved it so much I literally used the thank you ploy again for a recent whumptober entry and it STILL HIT FOR ME. like. ford and thank yous. always painful 🥹
Two: After all this?
Stan isn’t planning to last a week.
see look it’s funny because. because the summary is about stan always following through with his plans. it was a parallel. he went through with a plan and it resulted in ford fucking off the face of the earth. so now he’s got a new one. new mission, new plan, new end. I loved thatshit…..
He didn’t expect for the pawn off to be so violent.
I had a very different opening here; it was something with bill watching everything before unfold and THEN cut to ford going through with the plan? but then I decided ‘hey wait a sec we never see stan LEAVE after that little flashback. how did that leaving go?’ and now we’re here. damn I even had an alt opening
now that we know ford’s suicide is inevitable (and that we’re in his head) I start slathering that foreshadowing everywhere….
“Okay. Okay, I’ll go. But I’m comin’ back, ya hear me? I’m not leavin’ you again.”
it’s giving crowley saying ‘I’m coming back, I won’t leave you alone’. hehehe
It does untangle, after a few seconds of frantic pulling and Ford’s shouting beforehand.
Stan doesn’t have the decency to apologize. He flaps his palm as if he got burned. “Yeesh. Your hair’s a mess.”
look it’s funny because. because. well you know. hair untangling. corpse
“And get some fucking sleep! You look half-dead!”
There it is.
yeahhhhhhh I was just being mean. stan babygirl he’s already going to do it. don’t add insult to injury
It was time to enact Plan A. If Plan A didn’t work (which it had to. He didn’t even have a Plan B) then it’d be time to panic.
the original title for this fic (like the FIRST ONE. not when I turned this into a two parter) was called ‘Plan B’, because 1) plan A indeed does not work and plan b is suicide, and 2) B for Bill. :)
But knowing Stanley, he’d find a way to show just how pissed off he was at Ford even if he was in the afterlife.
:) x2. still proud of this
When Fiddleford first learned of the gnomes, he was more than disturbed. Almost spooked. Ford had insisted that as long as you had bug spray and mushrooms, they would be manageable. Sadly, Fiddleford had thought mushrooms ‘takin’ care of the problem’ would be in warding them away, that mushrooms were a repellant of some kind.
FIDDLEFORD MY BELOVED!!!! I love writing beats like this I still do. it’s just so nice to take random hcs and put them in the most tense and matter of fact situations just to distract us a little. make us look away, but not entirely. ough
He wants to shake on it.
it’s the little traumas that break our hearts.
okayyyyyy I’ll be honest ford leaving the portal for someone else to kill it is Very ooc. I’ll admit that. but I need my Scenario!!!!! I don’t regret it. just know that I acknowledge it. *cries*
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the ‘method’. oh ‘the method’. fucking kills me. he debated ont his. rationally. RATIONALLY I WAS LITERALLY THAT ONE MEME THATS SCREAMING AT MY CHARACTERS TO STOP BUT IM THE ONE WHOS PUTTING THEM THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE—
ough. the bullet points. okay I’m running out of commentary steam but let me say this. I asked for hcs on my blog right? so I could put some of those here because even I run out of hcs eventually, and people DELIVERED. I loved them. I put every single one in at least One point, and seeing these tiny memories just spring up at he’s doing this is like that thing with the fiddleford/mushrooms bit. he’s distracting himself. making th situation less scary in his eyes. OUGH
OH AND THE PILLS NOT BEING FORD’S BUT STAN’S? ONE OF MY KAST ALTERATIONS BUT SOOOOOOO WORTH IT. NO NOTES JUST ULTIMATE ANGST
Ford had considered being a doctor for some time while in elementary school. It was a given, considering his intelligence and avid nature towards sciences. His love for the supernatural always gave in however, and it has won every battle. But for a long time after, a part of him wanted to be a chemist, a manufacturer, a creator. Sure, it soon became a pipe dream, but for a while it was a genuine choice.
But Ford is an experimenter. He realized early on that he wouldn’t be able to resist pouring the components and chemicals on his skin, if only to see how they would react to human flesh.
motherfucker.that guy is literally me
btw these spaces after the em dashes are killing my soul. I remember once that I thought everyone else was wrong with no spaces and I was right. Oh, past me. No.
How could you not love someone like that?
God, he’s never going to see him again.
*SNIFF*
4.5 million humans in the world. 230 million humans in America. 7 million in New Jersey. 2 million in Oregon. Around sixty or seventy species of anomalies in Gravity Falls alone. And that doesn’t even account past Earth, if Crash Site Omega was accounted for.
I had to look all that shit up I don’t even know if it’s right. at first it’d been modern day stats but THEN I remembered that we’re in the fucking 1980s so ofc it’s different. ALSO LOOOK I FUCKED UP IT SAYS MILLION NOT BILLIONS. IM GONNA DIE. FUCK. either way we stay silly we stay silly!!! just know that little paragraph has caused me so much grief.
Ford always hated funerals.
this was the beginning of the ‘we hate funerals’ saga. still do hate them. I hate them, ford hates them, crowley hates them, ALL OF THE HOMIES HATE THEM 🫵🫵 /j
Mania is a feeling he knows well, and this is not that.
lmao name drop *i was on the verge of tears*
It’s Ford, the snow, and his candle, which has no more wax to burn.
THE TITLE THE TITLE THE TITLE—
the spacing. the html gave me sooooo much trouble but it was worth it!!!! every space was deliberated and checked and shit. ough. OUGH
okayyyy im capping it here because I’m so so tired. but!!! here it is. I just. wow. Less yet more corny than I thought this would be. I hope you enjoyed that little roller coaster, and I’m off on Life Adventures. Which means Errands. fuck…..
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A not-so-small review of Batman and Superman: Battle of the Super Sons (Me? Be on time? Never.)
Beware Of Spoilers!!
IDK why, but Clark's origin story gets me every time. His parents holding each other through their deaths in every version oof.
Clark being a good dad but having to choose between his son and helping the world is always a good plot device. At the end of the day, there's only so much time he can give to everything in his life.
I hope more writers take note and keep Superman and Batman friends in any upcoming media. They're both people who have similar goals but contrasting methods, yet they always respect each other.
Jon, my sunshine, my sweetheart, my adorable little one why are you a gamer.
Also, I love the way they characterised Jon in the movie. It kinda nods at the way Superman: Son of Kal-El characterises him: he has his dad's heart and his mom's brain plus both their tenacity.
Batman being Jon's favourite superhero made me bust out laughing. The funnier thing is that Clark seemed completely unphased by this too??? Like "yes, batman is the perfect hero to stan my offspring"
Bruce being very caring but also very awkward is very in character.
Finally, a piece of media acknowledges that Damian's upbringing was really traumatic and that his life experiences are the source of his actions. He deserves empathy and accommodation, not being lambasted by online idiots who can't spare a shred of sympathy for trauma victims and neurodivergent people.
Batcow carried this movie, fight me if you disagree you losers.
The starro spores popping out of people's mouths was genuinely disgusting ngl. The blood too? It makes sense though considering the PG-13 rating. Though edgy thirteen-year-old me would have totally rocked with it.
Krypto was kinda terrifying in that chase scene. Big dogs are usually really terrifying for kids, can you imagine a big dog with Superman's superpowers? Yeesh
Go, Robin! keep dragging Green Arrow.
"You're arrow-proof?" "I'm arrow-proof!"
The Super Sons V Super Dads fight was brutal goddam. The team did not pull any punches when writing that scene (pun intended).
Damian and Jon watching the earth as the Watchtower burns and Damian discussing his preferred methods of leaving the mortal coil evoked emotions in me. Can't tell which ones though.
The emotion in Bruce's voice as he points out the Watchtower burning and says "the boys" was so heartbreaking.
The end scene of Damian flinging Jon off and the "still can't fly" line? give this boy a comedy award. God, I love that little bastard.
#super sons#jonathan samuel kent#damian wayne#superboy#robin#world's finest#batman and superman battle of the super sons#batman#superman#Also the various gen z references in the movie?? *chef's kiss*
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ngl Amy/Rory/Doctor's miserable not-Love Triangle made me drop the show. I gotta catch up on Capaldi/Whitaker because I got so burned out on Amy
see I was up on the show through half of series 7 back in the day and just gave up at some point (aside from hopping back on for most of 12) but now I'm rewatching with more critical eyes that are coming genuinely fresh off not just RTD's first era by literal days, but now two episodes of his second era and I'm realizing just how turned off my brain was during all of this
like genuinely me and Ari - also in the rewatch mines - have talked about this but I feel it's akin to like. the Bayformers stuff where if you stop expecting genuine characters and sincere writing you can probably enjoy it just fine. it's a popcorn flick condensed into an hour a week that reaches for the stars with its concepts but so far has utterly failed at getting its characters off the ground. there are moments and flashes of brilliance but any depth that existed through 9 and 10's run is long gone at this point. we keep rationalizing things as "well 11's living with the fallout of 9 and 10's runs so that's why he's like that" but that doesn't really work seeing as it never really comes up
I can see why this hooked people and grew more popular - the plots are higher concept, the dialogue more snappy, some performances magnetic in a way - but the complete and total drop off in the writing is so egregious and noticeable to me now that I have to wonder how I didn't feel it before - or if I did, and that was why I gradually gave up on 11's era
#noble (not donna)#the nicest thing i can say is that this feels like series 3 if martha never showed any potential in the first place#also re:jodie. i saw series 11 cold and thought it was the worst season of tv ive ever watched and i was an arrowverse head for a decade#sorry jodie. maybe one day u will have real writers
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