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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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dear john; remus lupin

summary: "but i took your matches, before fire could catch me," in which she shows him that his differences from the typical side of society is not something to fear.

tags: (SFW), angst to fluff?, hurt/comfort, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, vulnerable!remus, angsty!remus, lowkey selfloathing!remus, she/her pronouns, third person y/n. can be read as a sequel to 'back to decemeber' or as a standalone fic.

words: 700+

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"it's not that simple! you don't understand!" the boy aggressively shouted as he began to pace around the dormitory, "that's why i know we'll never truly work. it's better, for both of us, if you just moved on!"

"so help me to understand," she replied calmly, crossing her arms over her chest as her face softened slightly.

"it's complicated, it-"

"it's only complicated if you don't explain it to me, i want to help you, remus," her voice very quickly became stern which stopped the boy in his tracks, causing him to turn to face her. he looked at a loss for words, stunned at her bluntness as he searched for the explanatory words.

"things are different for me! i can't just be all reckless and spontaneous all the time," his voice was now exasperated, resuming his pacing as he gestured with his hands expressively.

"says the man who frequently plans reckless and spontaneous pranks throughout the school with his friends," y/n sassed, a slight smile hiding on her face.

"yes, but that's entirely more complicated, this is my whole point!" remus begged, stopping again as he became more solemn, "i have to plan my participation, and the boys have to plan my participation, based on what the moon phase is," he stressed, voice rasping and emphasising his distain.

the boy didn't stop there, he continued to ramble at his girlfriend about how his life was affected by his condition and the long lasting effects in the days after a full moon.

that moment was when she realised. he centred his life around it. he thought he was a werewolf, all of the time, and that's what everybody saw him as. even his friends. even her.

"wait, wait, wait," she suddenly spoke, as the boy stopped mid sentence, "i think i understand now," a brief smile of comfort braced her features.

"remus, you're not the wolf. not right now, not unless it's a full moon," her voice was definitive and sure.

"but i, i am! greyback-" remus became hesitant, he was unsure of what he was saying, "it lives inside of me, it's one of the only constants i have," he confessed vulnerably. her eyes were sincere as she processed his words, thinking of an appropriate reply.

"it's why we won't work, not in the end," he reiterated, "i don't want you to get hurt, everyone i care about inevitably gets hurt because of me. i don't want that for you," he finished in barely a whisper.

"what about james? or sirius? or peter? you haven't ever hurt them before," she questioned assuredly, almost certain that this would stump him. it didn't. she knew it when his face dropped.

"not physically, but emotionally. for years. before they found out. it was turmoil up until they knew," he confirmed, avoiding her gaze all of a sudden.

"and now? everything's surely got to be much better," y/n guessed, her voice dropping and octave with her uncertainty.

"i guess, but that doesn't change who i am," the boy refuted confidently.

"who are you, then?"

"i'm destined to bring horror and melancholy everywhere i go, and destroy everything i love in my wake, all because of the fact i transform into this beast every full moon. and i fail to remember who i've hurt when i do, or what i do," remus raised his voice slightly, trying desperately for it not to break.

"no you're not," the girl affirmed, looking at him as she took several paces forward.

"then, what am i?"

"you're smart, and witty, and brave, and funny, and kind, and loyal, and caring," she reached out to the boy, grasping his shoulders as she spoke, as if it would further infuse her point within the boy.

"and a monster," he added in the same tone y/n was using, hoping to convince her.

"no, you're not. you're not who you turn into," she ran her hand through the ends of his hair whilst she spoke, "you're the furthest thing from it. outside of the night of a full moon, you wouldn't even dare hurt a fly," confidence ran through her words.

"you're not a monster, remus lupin, you're a softie," she smiled up at him cheekily.

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annab-nana · 6 months

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steve harrington and character a and b having a date and one being late/not showing up because they came down with something; the other one comes to their house and helps them

steve would be freaking out so much if you didn't show

warnings: not proofread

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he glanced at his watch one more time to be super extra sure he was reading it right. 7:34 pm. thirty-four whole minutes past the time you told him you'd be there. you were thirty-four minutes late. you were never late.

steve kept trying to stop his mind from racing of all the possibilities. what if you got in an accident? what if you were hurt? what if bad things were in hawkins again? he had been pushing away the worrying thoughts as much as he could, but he couldn't take it anymore.

he tossed the movie tickets in the passenger seat before he took off to your house.

steve didn't know if he was more relieved or scared when he saw you were at home. yes, you were just at home, but why?

all normal thought processes were out as he approached your house and reached for the doorknob. he has entered without knocking several times before, but each of those times, you had been anticipating him.

when he opened the door, he expected to see more than he was. your house looked nearly unoccupied and it was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner. the quiet lasted only a couple seconds before he heard some harsh coughing.

"come on," you muttered hoarsely to the phone you held. "pick up." you dialed his number again and coughed a couple of times more.

"are you okay?" was his first question.

you jumped at the sound of his voice, sucking in a breath which tickled your throat and resulted in more coughing. steve rushed to get you some water.

"wha- what are you doing here? i've been trying to call you almost an hour now."

"you didn't show up. i got worried," he explained while ushering you to drink some water. you let him hold the glass for you and drank as much as you could.

"that's why i've been trying to call you. i tried to catch you before you left home. i'm sick."

"yeah, no shit," he teased, receiving a whack on the chest from you. "but, seriously, are you okay?"

"yeah, i think so," you told him with a sniffle. "now, go home so you don't get sick."

steve let out an incredulous laugh. "no, no way. i was promised time with my girl tonight and you know i don't care about getting sick from you. in fact, i haven't been sick in a while. it's about time i get sick. it's good for the immune system or something," steve stated while slipping his hand into yours and pulling you with him to the living room.

he led you to the couch to sit and left to grab your favorite blanket from your room. when he was back, steve laid down on the couch, gestured for you to lay on top of him, and placed the blanket on top of you both.

"this is nice," you sighed against him. you've been alone all day—both your parents were at work—and being alone and sick wasn't really all that fun. the one thing you wanted all day was steve and now you had him. "thank you for being here," you whispered into his chest, "i love you."

he hummed against the top of your head when his lips pressed a kiss there. "not nearly as much as i love you."

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rxgirlie · 1 month

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The Verdict- Chapter Two

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: mentions of death, awkward OC, it’s pretty mild at this point. if you’ve seen Anatomy of a Fall, you basically know what’s about to happen.

A/N: if you’re back for chapter two, welcome back. Swann Arlaud at the Oscars actually recoded my DNA. imagine writing 11 whole chapters and then literally going back and completely re-writing them- that’s what I’ve been doing with this story. I won’t be following along word for word with the plot of the movie, nor will I be recounting everything perfectly. I tried that (I’ve watched Anatomy literally 4 times to the point that I actually dreamt in French one night) also huge shoutout to my friend @luxlisbons for her support and a huge shoutout to the dictionary and thesaurus that have basically become my Bible. also if you want to be tagged when I post the upcoming chapters, just let me know.

Vincent glanced across the office space to find Leah seated on the floor, surrounded by a chaotic array of case files. She appeared lost in thought, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"You're quiet," Vincent remarked, making his way over to her.

Leah looked up, a hint of frustration evident in her eyes. "Would be nice if I could speak French. It's taking double the time when I have to translate all this."

Vincent reached out and took the report from her hands, flipping it over to reveal a series of photos on the back. "There are pictures on the back, you know?" he pointed out. "This autopsy report is inconclusive at this point. He supposedly fell from the third floor window."

Leah, feeling a glimmer of hope, asked, "Have you interviewed her yet?"

Vincent nodded. "I went to see her the day before you arrived."

"And?" Leah inquired, hoping for a breakthrough.

Vincent's expression remained somber. "A man is dead," he stated matter-of-factly. "Was that lost in translation?"

Leah shook her head, the weight of the case pressing down on her shoulders. She returned to the pile of files before her, determined to unravel the mystery that lay within.

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“Do you eat?” Vincent’s voice rang out, startling Leah from her place on the floor. She chuckled, her concentration finally broken after hours of sifting through each piece of evidence Vincent had presented her with.

“Sometimes I do,” she joked, standing to stretch, her shirt riding up enough for Vincent to see a stripe of her stomach.

“Do you plan on eating today?” Vincent asked, perplexed by how she must be running on fumes considering the time she had spent unmoving.

Leah’s eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. “Probably should,” she sighed. “I’m starving.”

With a grin, Vincent guided her to a cafe across the road and down the street. Over a course of croque monsieur and a few cups of coffee, the two lawyers exchanged glances and subtle smiles.

“You’re quiet again,” Vincent's voice broke through the silence, his eyes studying Leah's thoughtful expression as she gazed out the window.

Leah’s lips curved into a small smile. “Sorry,” she said, her fingers absently tapping on the table.

“Lost in translation again?” he joked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Leah shook her head, her gaze returning to meet his. “No, just lost in general. Jet-lagged,” she admitted with a tired laugh.

“So, you passed the Bar on your first try?” Vincent asked, leaning back in his chair, his curiosity evident.

Leah nodded, a proud glint in her eyes. “I did, yeah,” she replied, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “How does that work here? What’s the process of becoming a lawyer?”

“Law students sit for the Bar exam at the end of a Master's degree,” Vincent explained, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his point.

Leah nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the information. “So we’re not that different,” she mused, a small smile playing on her lips.

Vincent chuckled softly. “As far as having things in common, you and I have both passed the Bar exam, yes,” he agreed.

Leah shifted in her seat, fidgeting with a napkin. “I’m not good at this,” she gestured between the two of them, “talking about myself.”

Vincent’s laughter filled the air between them. “That’s okay,” he reassured her with a nod.

Suddenly, the cafe grew busier, the hum of conversation surrounding them. Vincent noticed the change and turned his attention back to Leah.

“Where are you staying?” he asked, his tone gentle and curious.

Leah met his gaze, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. “Uh, Saint Germain?” she replied, blushing embarrassingly at her American way of pronouncing the name.

Vincent nodded, his expression unchanging. “Do you want me to walk you home so you can get some sleep?” he offered, his sincerity evident.

Leah's eyes widened in surprise, touched by his kindness. “You don’t mind?” she asked, a softness in her voice.

Vincent shook his head, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to,” he said, his eyes meeting hers with warmth and understanding.

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Leah glanced at the phone resting on the bed amidst a pile of discarded shirts, her brow furrowed. "It’s awkward," she began, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "I mean, it's not a language barrier issue because he speaks English well. But yesterday at lunch, he was trying to make conversation, and I was completely lost in my own thoughts. The whole interaction felt off, and now I have to endure hours in a car with him to go meet the defendant and her son in the middle of nowhere."

A voice emanated from the phone, cutting through Leah's musings. "Maybe it's just your awkward charm," it teased, provoking a scoff from Leah. "I'm not awkward, Kate. I'm just observant. There's a lot to be learned by listening, you know?"

As Leah slipped into a long-sleeved top and checked her reflection in the mirror behind the bedroom door, she heard Kate's next question. "Is he good looking?" Leah chuckled softly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, he is."

Kate's curiosity didn't stop there. "Do you think she's guilty?" Leah pondered the question, her gaze drifting to the phone in her hand as she mulled over the case details. "I'm not certain," she replied thoughtfully, "but given my track record with men, it's hard to distinguish between genuine intentions and hidden motives."

The abrupt sound of the doorbell pierced through the apartment, causing Leah to startle. "And now he's here to pick me up," she muttered, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling in her gut. "I'll fill you in on everything tomorrow," she promised before ending the call.

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The journey from the vibrant heart of Paris to the serene, imposing presence of the French Alps served as a physical and metaphorical transition for Vincent and Leah. As they navigated the winding mountain roads, Leah's gaze was drawn to the changing landscape, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty about the case and her role in it.

Vincent, for his part, found his attention intermittently captured by Leah when he allowed himself to take the seat of the neutral observer—her dark brown hair reflecting the sunlight, her compact, curvy figure a stark contrast to the sprawling, rugged beauty outside the car window. It was an awareness he couldn't quite shake, an acknowledgment of her beauty and the energy she brought into his carefully structured world. Leah, for her part, glanced at Vincent as her eyes roamed across the changing scenery around them, letting them dart across his side profile, the slope of his nose, the lines etched around his distinctive eyes.

The time they had spent together had been consumed by meticulous details regarding the case and its sordid details, not allowing any time for pleasantries outside of what Leah’s resume held, and what little information she was able to gather about Vincent from a rigorous google search. Besides the conversation the day prior in the cafe, they were still relatively strangers to one another.

Arriving at Sandra's secluded home, they were greeted by a scene of tranquil isolation, the peace of the valley juxtaposed with the storm brewing within its inhabitants. Sandra, with her guarded demeanor and measured greetings, presented a figure of resilience, her German accent marking her words with precision as she navigated the conversation in her adopted language.

Leah's interaction with Daniel, Sandra's son, and the family dog, Snoop, was most shocking to Vincent. Leah's gentle, unassuming approach won Daniel over, her laughter and warmth cutting through the reserve that had initially greeted them. Vincent observed these interactions with a growing appreciation for Leah's natural empathy and the ease with which she connected with Sandra and Daniel, despite the shadows that hung over the household.

The discussion of the case took on a new dimension as Leah's presence seemed to soften the edges of the tense atmosphere. Her insights into the case brought fresh perspectives that even Vincent had to acknowledge were invaluable. Yet, it wasn't just her professional contributions that caught his attention; it was the way the alpine light danced in her hazel eyes, the genuine concern etched on her porcelain skin, and the graceful way she moved through space.

As the day wore on, Vincent found himself increasingly aware of Leah—not just as a colleague but as a woman who intrigued him.

The visit to Sandra's home, intended to deepen their understanding of the case, ended up opening up a dialogue into one another’s thought processes. The sum of which came to fruition as the moonlight illuminated sharply against the car’s hood.

Vincent's voice cut through the silence inside the car, breaking the rhythm of the road beneath them. "Who are you exactly?" he inquired, stealing a quick glance in her direction before refocusing on the winding path ahead. A puzzled expression settled upon her face as she met his gaze, her features momentarily frozen in confusion.

A soft, genuine laugh bubbled from her lips. "What?" she responded, the musical lilt of her voice betraying her confusion at his question.

"They were hanging on your every word back there," Vincent remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Sandra's a tough nut to crack, but you seemed to have opened her up a little."

"I could barely get a word out of you yesterday," Vincent added with a chuckle, his eyes back on the road.

"Sandra," Leah began, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she turned to face him, "How do you know her?"

Vincent's reply was brief, a pause punctuating his words. "Old friends. Ancient history."

A thoughtful expression crossed Leah’s face as she considered his response. "You know what they say about history?" she mused, her gaze steady as Vincent fell silent.

Vincent's brows furrowed slightly. "What do you know about ancient history?" he countered, a smirk playing on his lips.

"That it has a way of repeating itself," Leah responded cryptically, her words hanging in the air like a lingering mystery.

Vincent's laughter filled the car, mingling with the hum of the engine. "For someone who's usually so quiet, you seem to have a lot of insight into things you claim not to know," he observed, his eyes glinting with a newfound curiosity.

As doubt crept into Leah’s mind, she pondered the implications of her words and the connection between ancient history and the present moment. Little did she know that the echoes of the past were about to resurface in ways she could never have foreseen.

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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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Because you're mine

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow / Ominis Gaunt x Garreth Weasley

3.3k words

Summary: Sebastian is alarmed by Garreth's sudden interest in Ominis and decides to remind him who he belongs to.

A/n: Okay you know I wrote that lovely wholesome Garrinis fic. Well I rewrote the whole first chapter and turned it into Sebinis smut. Erm. Enjoy. I'm so sorry, Garreth!

Ominis had noticed his change in fortunes during Potions—the ingredients he found arranged for him, the way his concoctions would mysteriously settle to a simmer after nearly boiling over, and his improving practical grades which he couldn't attribute to any sort of improvement in his ability. He thought that Sebastian must be helping him, finally growing tired of Ominis' stubborn refusal to ask for, or accept, his assistance. He didn't want to press the subject, but it irked Ominis that Sebastian would subvert his wishes, even if it ultimately benefitted him.

So it came as a surprise that Ominis' performance in Potions was particularly bad this week, and he wondered if Sebastian was distracted, or had finally decided to withdraw his help, realising that Ominis would neither ask for it or thank him directly.

"Sebastian," Ominis muttered across the table.

"Mmmm?"

"Are you angry with me?"

"What? Why would I be angry with you?" Sebastian asked.

"I've noticed you're not assisting me as much this week, my Wiggenweld potion is utter rubbish. Wish I could just replace it with one from J. Pippin's…," Ominis sighed.

"What are you talking about, Ominis?"

Ominis simply frowned and waited for Sebastian's brain to catch up. When the silence stretched on, he finally elaborated.

"I notice the little things you do to help, you know," Ominis explained.

"I don't…I mean I would, but you won't let me."

Ominis wasn't sure how to process his answer—had he imagined the whole thing, or was Sebastian lying to avoid Ominis' annoyance? He shook his head and lapsed into silence as he received another poor grade from Sharp, who appeared to be regretting his recent praise. Ominis mulled over the situation on the way to dinner after their lesson ended—what was different this week? The only difference he could think of was the absence of resident experimental potion brewer Garreth Weasley. The Gryffindor was a talented potions student but often spent his time in and out of lessons thinking up increasingly elaborate concoctions to force on unsuspecting first years in the name of science. Ominis picked at his food as he turned the thoughts over until Sebastian nudged him hard in the arm, causing him to wince.

"What's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, his voice low.

"Just thinking about something," Ominis muttered.

"Obviously, what?"

"I've noticed things in our Potions classes, things I can't really explain."

"Does this have to do with Sharp's comment earlier?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes. I thought you were helping me because I noticed ingredients appearing near me whenever I needed them…"

"Are you sure? Maybe you'd just missed them on the desk before."

"No, I'd missed some of them in the store cupboard. And sometimes my mixture will be on the brink of boiling over and the flame will right itself before I even have a chance to react."

"Huh," Sebastian said, clearly unbelieving.

"You think I'm imagining it don't you? But this week my performance has been awful, and I can't understand what's changed."

"Maybe you're just tired, Ominis," Sebastian muttered.

"Maybe."

The following week they were brewing Edurus potion, Ominis was reading the recipe with his wand pointed at the page and privately hoping that his good luck would return soon, lest he end up with another poor grade.

"What are you up to, Weasley?" Sebastian called out next to him.

Ominis listened as Garreth muttered a reply behind him.

"What? Nothing…just the usual…don't tell Sharp."

"You know what I mean, I saw you point your wand over here," Sebastian said.

"No I didn't, what are you talking about?" Garreth spluttered.

Ominis frowned at the exchange, waiting for Garreth's explanation but it never came, and Sebastian seemed to decide he'd been mistaken as he once again fell silent next to him, but the coincidence didn't sit right with Ominis. He couldn't fathom the reason for his interference with his potion brewing, but he was determined to find it out.

Ominis found Garreth outside of the Gryffindor common room before breakfast the following day, as he leaned against the wall next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who kept accusing him of spying on her house. Garreth stepped out of the portrait hole and thankfully spotted Ominis.

"Ominis, are you…okay?" he said as he approached.

"Ah, Garreth. May I have a word?" Ominis asked.

"Oh, yes alright. How can I help?"

"Have you been tampering with my cauldron in potions?" Ominis said, crossing his arms.

"What? No! Not tampering. I just…wanted to help," Garreth muttered in reply.

So Ominis hadn't imagined it, after all. The confusion made way for anger as he tried to control his temper.

"Fiddling with my work without my permission is called tampering, Weasley."

"I'm sorry, I just noticed Sallow wasn't helping you and you never ask…"

"There's a reason I don't ask. I'm quite capable of making my own mistakes and owning them."

"Right, of course. I'll stop, sorry."

Ominis turned to leave but stopped himself, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Why?" he asked.

"What?"

"Why are you helping me?"

Garreth sighed and shuffled his feet, moving closer to Ominis and lowering his voice.

"I like you," he whispered.

"You like me?" Ominis replied with a frown.

"Yes. You know."

"Oh. Oh." Ominis' face flushed as the meaning dawned on him.

"Sorry, I know you don't really talk to me much. But you're…very attractive."

"I wouldn't know," Ominis said, trying to fight the urge to run away.

"Surely you've been told," Garreth whispered.

"Sebastian doesn't make a habit of telling me how handsome I look funnily enough," Ominis drawled.

"Well, you are."

"Thank you. Erm, I'll talk to you later, then," Ominis said.

He turned once again to leave the corridor but more words were tumbling out of his mouth.

"Garreth?"

"Yes?"

"Will you continue to help me?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I would," Ominis said, turning to leave.

He smiled to himself as he walked back to his own common room, feeling slightly giddy—he'd been angry about the interference but after hearing the reason why, it suddenly made a lot more sense. Ominis wasn't used to being the object of anyone's desires, or at least not knowingly, and whilst he couldn't say the feeling was immediately reciprocated it was gratifying to be made aware of the attraction, and Ominis was curious to find out more.

Two days later they had their next Potions lesson, and Garreth, true to his word, immediately put his bag down next to Ominis and started setting up his cauldron.

"Hello, lads. Looking forward to brewing this Thunderbrew potion? Tricky, but I think I have a knack for it," he said brightly.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked beside him, straight to the point.

"Garreth has offered to assist me, Sebastian," Ominis said calmly.

"I can help you, Ominis," Sebastian said quietly.

"Well, Garreth offered and frankly he's better at potions than you," Ominis teased with a smirk.

"Fine," Sebastian muttered, returning to his work.

"I'll grab us all some ingredients," Garreth said brightly, brushing past Ominis' shoulder as he retreated to the store room.

"Do you really want Weasley helping you? He's insufferable," Sebastian whispered.

"Why does he irk you so, Sebastian? I've always found him agreeable enough."

"He's so desperate," he muttered, pulling away from Ominis as Garreth's footsteps approached.

Garreth returned with the shrivelfigs, bottles of stench of the dead and leech juice and divvied up the supplies between the three of them. The lesson passed with some idle chat amongst Sebastian's sarcastic remarks as Garreth helped Ominis where he needed it. He didn't need a lot of assistance, but was grateful when Garreth had stepped in to describe the colour of his concoction, Ominis then deducing correctly that he needed to add more shrivelfig—it wasn't an overbearing or coddling kind of help, and Ominis couldn't help but smile at Garreth's kindness.

"Thank you, Garreth," Ominis said at the end of the lesson.

Garreth cleared his throat awkwardly, muttering his thanks.

"Will you walk with me?" Ominis asked as they left the classroom.

"Yes," Garreth responded rather quickly.

Sebastian had already left ahead of them in a huff, and Ominis felt for Garreth's arm, making him flinch slightly as he placed a hand on his bicep.

"Where do you want to walk to?" Garreth asked quietly.

"I don't mind, somewhere quiet," Ominis responded.

Garreth led Ominis outside to the grassy area outside of the Herbology greenhouses—it was a pleasant day, but most students would still be in their lessons, and Garreth and Ominis had a free period. The pair walked slowly as they talked about their studies on the way to the greenhouses as Garreth enthusiastically relayed his love for Ominis' most despised subject, but Ominis found the passion in his voice to be endearing even if the subject matter left a lot to be desired.

Garreth led Ominis to behind an old oak tree behind the path, amongst the grass and flower borders, and stopped walking, turning towards him.

"Well, here we are. I thought it would be nice to be outside in the sun," Garreth said.

"I agree, it's a lovely day," Ominis nodded.

Ominis removed his hand from Garreth's arm and sat carefully in the grass, crossing his legs and placing his hands in his lap as Garreth sat himself next to him, facing away from the tree, their knees grazing. Ominis could practically feel the nerves radiating from him and he repressed a smile at the slightly absurd thought of him having such an effect on anyone.

"Can I ask a favour?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, of course, what is it?" Garreth responded.

"Can I…map your face?" Ominis said.

A silence passed between them and Ominis held up his hand in answer.

"Oh, you want to…yes, okay," Garreth said.

"Thank you, I've only bothered to do this with Sebastian so I'm afraid he's my only basis for comparison."

"Ah, then you might be disappointed."

Ominis smiled in reply and shuffled himself to face him, reaching out a hand slowly towards his face. Garreth stayed as still as he could as Ominis' hand found him, gently tracing his cheek, up to his temple. His thumb ran down between his eyebrows, over his nose and down towards his mouth as Ominis felt a stirring in his gut at Garreth's warm, heavy breaths against his skin. Ominis brushed his soft lips and ran his fingers along his jaw, finally pulling his hand away, satisfied with the mental image he had conjured.

"Thank you, that helps," Ominis said with a smile. "And no, I'm not disappointed."

Garreth laughed nervously and Ominis' heart fluttered slightly at the sound. He sensed Garreth's trepidation and willed himself to reach out to place his hand on his knee but overshot and gripped his thigh. Ominis felt his face burning as Garreth flinched and inhaled sharply, readying himself to pull away before Garreth caught his wrist in his hand still against his leg. Ominis smiled and once again felt Garreth's breath against his skin, this time on his mouth as he leaned forward to meet him in a kiss, Ominis' heart now ready to burst from his chest. The kiss was quick and unsure, but he wanted more—Ominis reached out to snake a hand around Garreth's neck and pulled him toward him again.

Their lips met and lingered, softly brushing together in timid exploration until Garreth's tongue ran along his lower lip, making Ominis dig his fingers into his thigh before reciprocating with his own tongue. Merlin, this felt good. The kiss deepened, Garreth now running his hands through Ominis' hair and tugging as they made quietly appreciative noises into each other's mouths. Ominis was thoroughly enjoying himself, getting lost in his soft, wet lips, his hands exploring the muscular thighs and long hair in front of him, so much so that his trousers were now uncomfortably tight. He shuffled closer towards Garreth so that he was practically sitting in his lap, his crossed legs overlapping him as Garreth moaned softly and Ominis pulled away with a sly smile.

"Definitely not disappointed," Ominis said truthfully.

Ominis returned to the common room shortly after his heated exchange of tongues with Garreth, feeling exhilarated, albeit slightly frustrated, to meet the irritated questioning of Sebastian before he had barely sat down.

"Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk with Garreth," Ominis said, settling into the plush sofa next to Sebastian.

"Oh, it's Garreth now is it? What did he want?"

"We talked, I thanked him for his assistance, and then he kissed me," Ominis replied with a smile.

A stunned silence stretched between them as Sebastian shuffled on the cushion to face Ominis.

"What?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Mmm it was quite enjoyable. Is Garreth considered attractive? He seems to have nice lips, a good jaw, and his hair is very soft," Ominis recalled, his thoughts returning to Garreth's tongue flicking over his lips.

"Seriously?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"And his voice is rather nice, too."

"You think his voice is nice," Sebastian repeated blankly.

Ominis nodded and smirked at Sebastian's reaction—truth be told, he'd only ever been enticed by one other voice, but it was currently scolding him rather than whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Ominis couldn't help but tease Sebastian, knowing how much it bothered him to see him interested in Garreth for whatever reason.

"So what, you're going to fuck Weasley now because he showed you a bit of attention?"

Ominis frowned at the agressive tone in his voice.

"Why are you so bothered, Sebastian?"

"Because it's him. Because…," Sebastian started but didn't finish, because his lips were otherwise occupied as they found Ominis' mouth.

Ominis hadn't been expecting it, or the hand that held his head in place, or the tongue that teased at his lips. He hadn't been expecting it but he'd wanted it, in the deepest, darkest depths of his mind lived the fantasies of frantic fumblings with his best friend, the longing urges to feel his mouth on his, and the memories of days spent pleasuring himself to the sound of his voice saying the most filthy things he could imagine. Ominis hadn't considered that Sebastian might want him back, and whether it was out of pure jealousy and hatred for Garreth or not, he didn't care much in that moment as his tongue explored Sebastian's mouth with quiet moans that were entirely inappropriate for the common room. Ominis pulled away, with great difficulty against Sebastian's steadying hand against the back of his head.

"Let's go upstairs," Sebastian said, pulling his wrist to guide him to the dormitory.

Ominis' heart pounded in his chest as they entered the room and Sebastian wasted no time in resuming their kiss, his fingers fumbling the clasp on Ominis' robe and pushing it roughly off his shoulders to the floor. He took the suggestion and did the same to Sebastian, ridding him of his numerous layers until they stood bare-chested in front of each other. Ominis ran his hands over his warm chest, the thick hair curling around his fingers as Sebastian manoeuvred them towards the bed, the back of Ominis' legs hitting the mattress and causing him to fall backwards onto it as Sebastian clambered on top of him, straddling his hips.

Ominis' cock strained uncomfortably against his waistband as his hands wandered up Sebastian's thighs to find his trouser buttons, brushing his bulge and causing him to groan with anticipation. Ominis felt dizzy as he undid Sebastian's trousers, pulling them roughly down to release his erection, taking it in his hand with a gasp at the thickness of his shaft—he was practically salivating at the thought as he panted underneath Sebastian's legs, stroking his cock to the sound of his friend's shuddering moans.

"Fuck, Ominis. Get back on the bed."

He did as he was told, shuffling back on the mattress as Sebastian urgently tugged down Ominis' trousers leaving him completely exposed until his cock was enveloped by Sebastian's hot, wet mouth. Ominis let out a gutteral moan as his tongue teased his head, his hand wrapped at the base of his shaft, gripping him firmly but completely unmoving.

"Tell me you want me," Sebastian muttered, his tongue flicking lazily on the top of his head.

"I want you," he managed to whimper.

"What do you want, Ominis?"

"I…I want…please, Sebastian I want your mouth around my cock."

Ominis all but shouted as Sebastian took him fully in his mouth, the suction unbearably pleasurable as his hand worked the bottom of his shaft that his mouth couldn't reach. His hand gripped the bedsheets underneath him and the other entangled itself in Sebastian's hair as his head bobbed up and down rhythmically, bringing Ominis closer to the edge. He was already so close, and Sebastian could sense the increasingly erratic breathing and twitching muscles and he pulled his mouth away with a pop as the suction released his head.

"He could never make you moan like that," Sebastian said in between kisses to his thighs. "Time to return the favour before I let you finish."

Ominis sat up shakily, fighting the temptation to take himself in his hand and find his release, but he knew Sebastian wouldn't allow it, so instead he groped in front of him to find Sebastian sitting with his legs spread, waiting patiently for Ominis to find his way. His fingers skimmed his tight balls eliciting a low hum from Sebastian's throat and Ominis returned to them, fondling his sack as he gripped his thick shaft and ran his tongue over his head, slick with salty precum. Ominis moaned at the taste, hungry for more as he took Sebastian's cock in his mouth, the girth filling to the sides of his hollow cheeks easily as he sucked him eagerly.

"Why would you want Weasley when you could have been sucking my cock all this time?" Sebastian breathed.

Ominis answered the question with a whine, not slowing his tempo as he sucked and lapped at Sebastian's cock as if he were starving for it—and he was, the years of filthy daydreams and nights of self pleasure had finally become a reality and Ominis wanted absolutely nothing more than to bring Sebastian to his climax, to know that he enjoyed this just as much as Ominis. Sebastian's fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging at him with every movement of his head, and his moans grew more and more loud and ragged as his hips bucked underneath him, causing his head to hit the back of Ominis' throat.

"Fuck, Ominis," were the last words he uttered before he pulled Ominis' mouth off of him, roughly shoving him sideways onto the bed before straddling his chest. Ominis' breath caught at the sudden movement and he heard the groaning above him and a whispered "open your mouth" before the warm cum hit his lips and his waiting tongue, sliding down his chin as he gasped and licked around his mouth.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face, completely giddy and yet still so frustrated, his own erection now painfully in need of stimulation. Thankfully, Sebastian granted him his wish and took him in his warm hand, stroking his length until he finally met his exquisite release, covering Sebastian's thighs as he held himself steady with shaking arms. He finally collapsed on the bed next to him as they both panted for air and Sebastian gently stroked his hair.

"You're mine, okay?" Sebastian sighed.

"Whatever you say," Ominis replied with a smile.

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebinis #gauntlow #gaullow #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis x sebastian #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year

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Gym Buddies part 2/?

Part 1 here

Rating: Suggestive near the end

A/N: There's a poll at the end of this! As per usual: Bayverse turtles, all character are 18+

Tag list: @madammuffins (anyone else can just ask me to be added bc I don't want to assume)

You pummeled the boxing bag with extra fervor today.

"Come on! What did I say about the elbows!" Raph called from behind it, holding it for you.

Immediately you fixed your stance and drew more punches in quick succession. Sweat was dripping down your neck and face, your muscles were screaming and your body was telling you it might be best to call it quits now, no? But you didn't.

Fucking, Mark, from, fucking, accounting.

You delivered a jab then a cross imagining the face of the coworker there instead of the punching bag.

Finally, you were out of breath, taking couple steps back and taking off your gloves.

"Wow, that Mark guy must have really pissed you off, huh?" Raph grinned at you. "I should thank him, you did great today."

You realized you might have voiced some of your thoughts out loud. Thankfully your whole body was already flushed from the exercise so you didn't have to hide your embarrassment.

"Hardy har," you stuck your tongue at Raph and grabbed your water bottle.

After The Slip Up Incident as the brothers would call it you were attending the "Raph swole up gym" classes. It was a bit awkward at first. The proximity of him while he fixed your stances certainly created some tensions but it didn't seem like he was going to act upon anything anytime soon so you let it slide. For now.

"But seriously, if he needs a good asswhooping-" You heard him talk somewhere behind you.

"No, no it's just-," you sighed. "I made a stupid mistake, he saw it and told my superiors while I was in the process of fixing it," you explained.

"It's still seems like a shitty thing to do." His voice being suddenly so close behind you made you jump and you turned around being faced with his chest inches from you. There was something in his eyes today.

He's always been overprotective. Easy to provoke, which you teased him for. You always knew how to diffuse him. Turn his angry energy to a pout. Today it seemed the tables have turned.

Taking the confession in account he was dangerously close today.

You swallowed. You blamed the workout for the heat you felt in your body.

"I know, but nothing I can't handle." You smiled and touched his arm. As soon as you did that you dropped your hand. What was it with the sudden sparks?

You tried to side step and out some distance between you but then he said your name in a way that sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

You looked up once more.

"Yes?" You asked, heart hammering in your chest.

He shuffled on his feet and looked away. You knew he was about to backpedal on whatever he wanted to say. Again. He even opened his mouth to most likely say 'nevermind', but you had enough.

Quickly, before he could do that, you reached up to the two strings of his mask and yanked him down by them to your face level and placed a hard kiss on his mouth.

He froze, stunned, but quickly got over it. Suddenly you were now picked up and pressed against the wall.

His kiss took your breath away. Your hands let go of the mask strings and wrapped around his neck. He pressed tightly to you, needy, hungry. He wanted you whole.

When you finally broke away you licked your mouth trying to catch your breath.

"Wow," you giggled. "Took you long enough."

"Well, I-" he started but then you both heard it.

The crunch. You both looked to the opening of the weights room and saw two of his brothers standing there eating popcorn.

"Can I help you?" You asked a bit taken a back.

"No," Mikey said with shit eating grin. "I'm good."

"We're just enjoying the fact that Leo lost the bet," Donnie informed you. "Also this is more entertaining than dad's telenovelas."

"I did a wha-OW!" Leo's head popped from behind the wall and immediately was hit by a water bottle thrown by Raph, that both the younger brothers evaded.

Raph dropped you and you cheered him on as he chased after his meddling brothers. Later though you saw Splinter pocketing some cash from Donnie.

The rat winked at you and very smug went to tend to his bonsai trees.

You shook your head. Never a boring day in this household.

The End?

If you read and enjoyed Gym Buddies, here's a poll:

#raphael x reader #raph x reader #bayverse raph #bayverse turtles #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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So I got a comment on my latest fic about how usually those types of fics are about feral Beel and they liked seeing feral Mammon for a change given how rarely Mammon is the one who loses control in canon as well

And I ended up explaining my thought process behind the choice to use Mammon (yes yes surprise it was a choice! And yes there is a thought process behind my fics!) And realised the answer to that comment sounded like a tumblr post...so here we are! ;

I actually shut my Mammon-Brain off for once and considered if I should make this ambiguous? Take out MC calling Mammon's name and instead just say MC called the demon in the fic by his name. Change some of the identifying emotions, reactions and such around - leave it up to the reader to decide who the demon in the fic was. And that kind of small mystery was very appealing but in the end I decided against it because;

• MC really does have a bias when it comes to Mammon and whether or not he's dangerous to their continued well-being (in that even when he believes he's dangerous MC laughs it off or is actually into it)

a.) When Mammon tried to get them to run away from him during the first Paws Event because he was scared he'd attack them and they said 'lol no'

b.) During Mammon's Vampire Devilgram where they basically begged him to drink their blood, even after he said he wouldn't be able to stop himself once he started and that he may end up killing them, and how absolutely turned on they were

c.) During the 2021 Masked Halloween event where they were very much turned on by Mammon (and the rest of the brothers) trying to kill them

d.) In S1, before they were friends when Mammon talks about eating humans or threatens MC, they dismiss the whole thing either by telling him they don't care, talking back to him or just straight up not listening. They were also regularly sharing a bedroom in S1 after like 1-2 weeks of knowing each other, before they became proper friends. And despite how they acted towards Mammon in S1, they were a lot more reserved and careful around the other Sins in S1, which Beel points out to Mammon - saying that MC seems to like him and seek him out.

• MC & Mammon are canonically very ride or die - with Mammon calling MC his "partner in crime" and saying if they were ever to become evil he'd follow them because his place is by their side. And with how much MC follows along with his schemes, to the point that there's one devilgram where MC, despite being present, doesn't say a word as they follow Mammon while he does something very stupid

• Mammon rarely loses his shit. But we have twice seen him get so pissed off he transformed - both times in Devilgrams - once when he thinks MC & Levi had sex & once when he hears his younger brothers insulting Lucifer via insulting Mammon. He also gets genuinely pissed off when he thinks Michael is the one behind whatever was hurting Simeon in S4. So he does get angry (rare as it is) but it's almost always for the sake of one of the others rather than for himself. While (as much as I love the others) they tend to get pissed off by some of the stupidest and most inconsequential shit. So I figured if Mammon got angry in this scenario it'd put emphasis on how dire the circumstances were and how it justified risking the tentative peace treaty held between the three realms - or at least that's what's supposed to be implied

• I'm a monsterfucker & a Mammon × MC shipper.... In the end, I couldn't not y'know?

Also here's the fic that spawned this post

Unname GN! MC × Mammon

Under the Gentle Rains

For the first time, his human sees what he truly is.

A creature of the night, of bared fangs dripping with the blood of the slain, of endless death and cosmic evil.

A creature finally brought to the light to face their judgment.

A creature that wishes to wail and weep at the realistic thought of finally losing them.

Tags: Blood & Gore ; Violence ; Cannibalism ; Established Relationship ; Fluff

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wolfwrenbrainrot · 5 months

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All the thoughts I ever had about SW ship wars from 2015 to 2023?? And why I ship Wolfwren I guess Idk

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

I’ll be discussing the ship wars that are happening right now in the ahsoka fandom and compare it to how my perception about the fandom war that happened during the sequel era changed with the years). Oh, and I’m going to get into some tangencies that may not make much sense most of the time, so reading this to the end is on your own account. I ended up being a bit cynical too, but not in a mean way, I hope?

I usually give up everytime I start writing an opinion on tumblr, because most of the time I just think my opinion won’t change anything, but the ahsoka fandom got “revived” (not that it was dead, but, well, we haven’t had any new episodes and to an extent the most of us move on to others shows a little until we get new content, like it happened these last few days) and I’ve been thinking about this show all on my own for a while (my friends aren’t really into Star Wars stuff, so they can listen, but they’ll never GET IT like interacting with fans online will). I’m explaining myself too much, but all I mean by that is that by writing this, I don’t intend to add fuel to the fire. That’s why i won’t tag sab//ra, r//lo or mention the ships just because I don’t want to upset those of them that can have normal conversations about media nor trigger those that can’t (which, thankfully, doesn’t seem to apply to all sab//zras). So, if you don’t like Wolfwren, you’ll only see this if you are looking for a ship you don’t like or if you’re invested enough in not liking it to check the anti tag. I’m not judging, we all been there. In fact, I was there during the sequel era, with a ship that is pretty similar in dynamic to Wolfwren. It was also pretty similar to a ship I loved at the time, Catradora, from Netflix’s She’ra. So, yeah, I was a big hypocrite. I still kinda think sapphic enemies to lovers is the superior taste of the trope, but that’s because I’m so profoundly gay it would scare the gayest gay, so obviously the ships I’m more invested in are sapphic. It’s a given. But my point is, now I see the whole R//lo argument from a different angle, that you can disagree with, but I believe is more realistic:

I don’t ship it.

Although it is an illusion to believe our taste in fiction is not related to who we are as people (because blah blah blah capitalism blah blah blah I’m a commie), it is possible to distinguish what we want from two fiction characters and how we expect to meet our partners in real life lmao.

(This next part I’m a bit uncertain of how it’ll be perceived, but I hope it makes sense. Please, both R//los and antis that may or may not be reading this, be patient and try to understand what I’m trying to say.

Yes, Finn was casted aside by Lucasfilm. Yes, K//lo getting a more prominent role in the films played a part in this whole process. Yes, there was a part of the R//lo fandom that was racist to John Boyega. This is also true for the Star Wars fandom as a WHOLE, because there was plenty of shitty dudebros complaining about the same shit they’re complaining today, “woke culture” and all that crap, just because they decided to have a woman and a black man as the protagonists. A decision that most likely wasn’t made by those executives thinking: “Oh, wouldn’t it be so great if we made a few minorities feel seen in this universe many of them really love?”. But it did that.

The Force Awakens came out and, despite being, at the same time, a remake of A New Hope and a continuation of Return of the Jedi, its new characters had SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL. And, limitations imposed by mainstream products made by big corporations and set in galaxies far, far away from ours aside, black people and women felt represented. It is one of the many contradictions of symbolic effect of minorities groups being represented in media produced in the system that oppress them (commie, warned you). Does it change things? No, not really. Isn’t it usually done it a way full of limitations that sometimes reinforce certain ideas that are pretty harmful? Yeah… Kind of… But didn’t it feel great, after growing up frustrated that Leia wasn’t a Jedi in the old movies, to have Rey? Wasn’t it awesome that black people got Finn? This complex (at least, it started that way) defected stormtrooper turned rebel? That could, maybe, even be force sensitive…? Yes to all of those questions! Tricky, isn’t it? By the way, I do believe that (before TROS) Finn had the narrative placement of Han (reluctant hero), Poe had Leia’s (rebel leader that gets captured and literally puts important information in a droid lmao), Rey had Luke’s (lives a boring life but has a calling to the adventure blah blah blah becomes a hero, we all heard it so many times) and Kylo had Vader’s (villain that’ll eventually get redeemed by the hero). All basic, old hero’s journey. A story structure that, despite being critical of, I eat up every fucking time it envolves spaceships and lightsabers. Getting back to the point, representation has its limits but it matters and the Star Wars fandom is full of racist, sexist pieces of shit and there was a percentage of the R//lo fandom that were too. But shipping R//lo isn't, like, intrinsically racist. You can make an argument for the implications of Adam Driver being chosen as a romantic interest (both by many fans and by Lucasfilm) over John Boyega, but at the same time there is, to some degree a level of which trope (friends to lovers or enemies to lovers) attracts you more. For me, it depends. I was a Finnpoe with a soft spot for Finnrey and an anti R//lo. But I’m obsessed with Wolfwren. Guess I like non-menacing men and evil lesbians. Wonder why Ezra Bridger is my favorite Rebels character and I ship Wolfwren. 🤔

Going back to the “Opinion on R//lo checklist”:

Would I like to meet my future partner by being kidnaped? No, not really. Do R//lo shippers want that? I think it's pretty safe to say they don't, even if they joke about it as much as I do about wanting Shin Hati to stab me. Because, ohh, right, it's a fictional movie about spaceships, galatic wars and space wizards. Yeah, I totally forgot about that when I was younger.

So, shipping R//lo doesn't mean you condone abusive relationships or domestic violence or whatever. Same applies to Wolfwren. ‘Cause, like, they aren't in a relationship yet, they’re not even friends or allies… They're on opposite sides of a war. You’re supposed to try to kill each other. Some people are just intrigued by the tension/dynamic between two characters and some others are just attracted to the characters and want to read about them fucking, and if it upsets you enough that you need to try to annoy people into stop shipping it… you need to rethink your relationship with fiction. I’m saying this because I had to do it, too. I went on with the mob and statements I agree to this day got mixed up with a bunch of nonsense and I thought that by being anti R//ylo I was making a statement, I was fighting against the romanticization of toxic relationships. I wasn't. It’s like that Luca Guadagnino’s film, “Bones and all”. Canibalism as a metaphor for love has been explored in multiple ways, by multiple artists in paintings, films, novels… Does it mean all the people who produced and consumed those works want to eat human flesh?

There’s also different ways of shipping an ETL ship. I love Wolfwren, and, in fanon, I don't mind it getting super angsty and fucked up, Killing Eve style, but I also love it when it's a slowburn romance with them going from enemies to reluctant allies to slowly building a friendship and falling in love. Do you see the range? Shipping is also about imagination, about overanalyzing things, about wondering what could character x possibly bring to character y? If Wolfwren ever does become canon, my perfect scenario would be the slowburn one, though I’ll love every second of them fighting and stare into each other's eyes until then.

If you ship S/b/rza, it doesn't mean you're homophobic. Unless you, well, use homophobic rhetoric to hate on Wolfwren and/or its shippers. This homophobic rhetoric can also be an attempt of being (hate to use this word) “woker” than the person shipping a gay ship and saying the queer people shipping Shin and Sabine are actually reinforcing lesbian stereotypes. Triste me when this is not the hot take you seem to think it. Maybe try researching a bit about queer representation in media, queercoding and the hays code era. Or try to put yourself in our shoes. As I stated above, representation has its limits but it matters and increases our ability to connect to the pieces of fiction we're consuming. In my case, as much as I can enjoy it, there's always gonna be a degree of alienation when it comes to “straight people media”. That's why I headcanon characters as sapphic. Because I am. That's why autistic people headcanon characters as being autistic. Same goes for trans people and other minority groups that do the same. So, in the end, it doesn't really need to be canon and even after today I’m still not that hopeful, ‘cause, again, it's Disney. If anything, there's always a possibility that, if Shin lives, she ends up being paired up with a random dude just so people can't call her a lesbian (this has never, ever, stopped a lesbian before tho lol). I'm guessing whatever happens with Wolfwren won't affect what happens to S/b/rza. I may be proven wrong in the future but I think they closed that door in the show, at least for now. Filoni doesn't seem that interested in writing romance to me, especially this time around. We are yet to see physical or romantic attraction being even remotely alluded to in this show. (S/b/rzas interpretation of Sabine's motivation to find Ezra or my interpretation of the tension between Shin and Sabine doesn't change that). It's a pretty sexless show (and I’m not saying they should have explicit sex on a Star Wars show, but George Lucas didn't shy away from romance and showcasing attraction and romantic love). I believe that's why he made sure to “discard” S/b/rza, despiste knowing it was a relatively popular ship in the Rebels fandom (obviously it doesn't stop anyone from shipping it, but it is an indicative of how Filoni intended us to perceive their dynamic). You know what I mean? Wolfwren happening or not, being or not supported by the cast and crew, doesn't change anything for your ship. And to be really honest, it is kind of funny to me that some people feel threatened by Wolfwren. ‘Cause, like, even if Filoni wants to make it canon, in the end it will be up to Lucasfilm and Disney to allow it or not and the best they gave us so far is Velcinta in Andor. Do you truly believe we have a better chance at getting our endgame than you do? Come on, guys. Please. I don't think any of us will, just to be clear, but even if Wolfwrens “win” this ship war, it won't be like some injustice or disrespect towards the s/b/rza fandom. Same goes for s/b/rza, because unlike Poe x Zorrii that was a last minute, pulled of their ass straight romance that only existed to send the very clear message that Poe Dameron is a heterossexual man (lol, he isn't). Ezra and Sabine do have a history together that I see as platonic but can be interpreted as romantic. And you will still be able to ship it, even if Sabine ends up with Shin. That's why fanfiction exist. If she ends up with Ezra, I’ll keep reading my Wolfwren fanfics and be happy with it. At the end of the day, it's just fiction. I care enough about it to write a long ass Tumblr post, but not to make me actually upset over a relationship that isn't my own.

#wolfwren #anti wolfwren

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tagged by @bizarrelittlemew and @krakenteacups! thank you!!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? no, but someone is named after me (accidentally) (it still counts though) 😌

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Tuesday

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? nope! never will.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? high school cross country and tennis. I did run a half marathon a few years ago, but got injured and I haven't run much since.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? yes but I have a compulsive need to explain inside jokes to people who weren't there for it and that also extends to clarifying whether or not I'm being sarcastic in situations where it may be ambiguous, so uh, yes with conditions lol.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? height! I am one of the shortest people in my extended family so I thought I was short my whole life and then I moved out of the midwest and I'm slightly taller than average here and it's WEIRD. every time someone older than me is shorter than me a part of my brain is still like "wait that's illegal"

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? very pale hazel-y green

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? happy endings.

ANY TALENTS? compensating for my terrible short term memory by being VERY good at optimizing/streamlining/self-checking processes. this is very useful for all the pipetting I do. predicting murder mystery plots (solely based on story pacing, not clues) so well it irritates my partner. interpreting between friends with different communication styles.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? writing, knitting, getting my partner to watch shows I have already watched, d&d, baking, spinning (sort of).

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? one cat and two step-cats.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 170 cm / 5'7''

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? biochemistry, writing/English,

DREAM JOB? recently went through a whole personal crisis about defining myself by my career and realized I really just want a job that is emotionally neutral. if my job is tremendously personally important to me, that's very stressful! I just want to go to work, be useful, and then go home to the rest of my life. what I'm actually doing isn't that important. what I like doing is solving problems for other people, and you can do that in a lot of different ways. currently I'm doing that with recombinant protein engineering, but like... when I worked at a soft-serve ice cream shop in high school I was also pretty happy solving the problem of "not having ice cream" by serving people ice cream. the only issue with that job was that they only paid me $7.25/hr.

I'm tagging @emi--rose @neonpigeons @oatmilktruther @triflesandparsnips @veeagainsttheday @chocolatepot and @werewolf-transgenderism (sorry if you've already done it and I missed it!) and anyone else who wants to!

#my nonsense #tag game

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blognarrymybabes · 2 years

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Why the Byler Mess in S4 and Why it still looks to be the endgame ?

I am not going to be analyzing Byler moments or scenes here (maybe in another post). This is my analysis on Duffer Brothers and my take on some of their creative decisions.

Feel free to add in your comments at the end I would love to know your take on this as well. Let me know if you agree or disagree :) (this would let me know if I am tripping or not lol)

So till now we know that there is an outline for the next season and they are clear on the ending. From their previous panel it’s clear that the Duffers took this whole story to David so he knows how the story will end [ remember the chemistry test was for Both MilliexFinn and FinnxNoah which leads me to believe Byler was planned all along or atleast they wanted it to be the endgame ]

Now we have

1. David being all giddy about Byler

2. Noah saying they are building it up and he is rooting for Byler

3. Finn being very vague and quite about both the ships

4. No discussions about Mileven unless asked by the interviewers

I was discussing this with one of my friends and here is what we both are thinking,

If Byler is an endgame that explains all of their actions above.

The cast especially David wont be that giddy about Byler. Noah and Finn have supported Byler a lot in the previous years keep in mind Finn is now being silent. Millie wont be so vague about mileven considering she has been the most vocal about her ship and now answering only about her character.

Atleast Noah, Finn, David and Millie have an idea how this ends for their characters as it involves them. We all know why David but I think to play their respective parts in all of season4 as we watched especially for Mike’s character as it’s the most ambiguous (we still don’t know what’s going on in his head) which is the root of all this confusion, anger and questions in the fandom.

Noah and Millie are seeing rooting for their character ships but Finn is being extra quiet barely saying two sentences. This is intentional.

Now if I am making this story and I know the hype for both the ships. I would think this is a good opportunity for a plot twist , the biggest reveal ( considering the popularity of the show )that has the potential to change the story and also tie everything together (circle back to the beginning as they have said). I am guessing this is their thought process going into the finale.

Secondly, Byler endgame needs to come off as satisfying and well received ; they would want majority of the audience (general viewers: as duffers said they are not going to go with what people want /mileven had highest popularity till season4/ and go with what feels correct) to root for Byler and Will.

This has been well setup in season 4 (like Noah said they are building it up) and they have or else people will be like this came out of nowhere.

Let’s keep the queerbaiting and yes, I believe some of things they did with monologue was uncalled for. But for this post, let’s keep that aside for a minute.

Going into Season4 they will have to make Byler known to the audience (that there is such thing as the love between Will and Mike) which they did with all the social media marketing and hyping up Byler. This prepares audience’s mindset going into the show.

Now, we are paying attention to Will’s character and his turmoil with all the Byler scenes, where we are on the ride with Will ; feeling his emotions and his yearning as Mike’s POV is consistently kept a secret although we see his true self in these moments.

The Byler nosedive at the end of season. However brutal it was it got people talking about the ships, the possibility of the said ship and most importantly sympathy/love towards Will and justice for him. People getting pissed off and the way we have more people in this tag is an successful outcome. Also most of the mileven lovers too questioned mileven relationship and Mike’s feelings. Atleast they got bunch of audience shipping or atleast questioning Byler or Mike’s fucking head Jesus!

Going back up to their idea of plot twist as I mentioned above it make sense to keep Mike’s POV hidden from us. This gives them the plot twist or big reveal everyone would be waiting for in the season5 and also allow them a room for creativity ( how they want to have that reveal). This will also cement is character as one of the main character alongside Will. This maybe why we didn’t get either Will or Mike vecna’d yet and also Season4 already felt so rushed I am glad they didn’t add this in

For Byler to become canon El needs to be the one to decide Mileven relationship’s fate. This makes sense for her character arc and where it’s headed, also it works for keeping Mike confused, clueless and his feelings hidden. And they would need to show the cracks in Mileven and how it doesn’t work, which now everyone has a clear idea.

Mike’s Monologue fallout

The fact that the monologue that supposed to seal Mileven only revealed how on different pages both the characters are and how this is not true love [both signaled by the love between characters and the supernatural sense as vecna is not defeated]. This also gives Mileven lovers a clear picture that even after the biggest much awaited love confession is not enough or can’t salvage their relationship.

But they need to show they are inclined to Byler but also keep the audience engaged. This would be why Mileven don’t reconcile or kiss at the end of the glorious love confession. We have those Byler scenes instead of Mileven at the end. This creates suspense along not to forget the clear rock bottom Will’s character has hit which would make audience to now root for Will.

Although in my personal opinion they didn’t have to bring him that down but I have heard they like to keep Will in pain.

I have my suspicions going into season 5 and I have lost some trust in Duffer brothers. But let’s pray for Byler endgame because honestly it makes the most sense.

p.s I would like to also add that I believe Duffers weren’t expecting Mileven to blow up and genuinely feel they got sidetracked as they thought they need to keep going in that direction to satisfy and keep their audience which makes sense but also doesn’t make their material authentic. The comment about going with what feels correct is an indication. I feel they are going back to the original idea and it’s becoming a task for them (as we saw s4 fiasco) but my hopes are lil bit up than they were on Friday lol 😂 I was a mess.

#byler will be the death of me #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler endgame #stranger things #finn wolfhard #byler proof #noah schnapp #Byler makes the most narrative sense #my take on where Duffer Brothers head at

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2023 Character Wrapped

Rules: share your top 9 characters of 2023

tagged by the lovely @suseagull04 (like, so long ago, but i had forgotten to do it so here i am)

1. Alex Claremont-Díaz (RWRB)

i wish i could explain to you the deep connection i have to this fictional man. he is me and i am him. he probably has been my favorite character since i first found him on 2021 (which is the longest hyperfixation ive ever had, funnily enough) and has actually shaped me to be more confident in myself and all that mushy stuff, so yeah, im just missing a henry kinnie that wants to put up with this mess.

2. Percy Jackson (Riordanverse)

i binge read pjo and hoo these last months, and the way ive become attached to this kid is something else. i want to protect him from anything.

3. Nico di Angelo (Riordanverse)

like with percy, i became attached to him from the moment he showed up, and i would protect him with my life even from rick riordan. he cant do no wrong ever.

4. Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (RWRB)

henry has specially gained a piece in my heart lately, but i have to be honest, when i first read about him, i thought nothing of him more than the perfect companion and love interest in alex's story. i have to say that getting a glance to his mind through both the bonus chapter and really fucking good fics gave me the insight i needed to comprehend him: his actions, his motivations, and everything in between that made him who he is and made me realize how many things we have in common and how many things i could learn from him, which is always a beautiful experience

5. June Claremont-Díaz (RWRB)

theres nothing i wouldnt do for her. even though i absolutely HATE how i wrote the fic that has june's pov, im still in the process of learning about her and comprehending her more. still, she reminds me so much of my own sister, even though i should kin her more than alex because of the whole sapphic latina journalist who loves her sibling very much, even when they annoy the shit out of you, but alas, im a younger sister and june has so much vibes of my own sister except with my tastes, so yeah, nothing i wouldnt do for her

6. Iris West-Allen (The Flash TV)

in case you didnt know this about me, i had a not-so-recent hyperfixation on the flash (and it can absolutely be seen in my sky high au), and she was half the reason of it. i wish i could put into words how much i fucking love her in every sense of the word. like, i'm in love with her but i also want her to be happy and protected at all costs and i would do anything for her to actually get those things. she can also step on me and i would thank her, but that is unrelated

7. Annabeth Chase (Riordanverse)

what you dont get is that for her i would become like a rabid feral gremlin or maybe that dog that takes a sword in its mouth and starts swinging carelessly. thats how ready i am to protect her from absolutely everything, even spiders, no matter how fucking scared i am of them

8. Imogen Heaney (Heartstopper TV)

yes, i am absolutely biased because the actress also has t1d and my hc is that now imogen also has t1d, but also because i, too, affirmed with my whole chest how i was an ally and totally straight and then slowly realized i was sapphic bc of one cute girl in my friend group that called me out on my bs 💀

9. Barry Allen (The Flash TV)

yes, we dont acknowledge that other version by that other actor. yes, he's last because i had a love-hate relationship with the way he was written. but season 8!barry became one of my favorite versions of him, and i absolutely thank grant (the actor) for the way he made me love the character once again

i missed so many characters that i love but just not like i love these ones. the only one who could easily take barry's place on the list would be nick nelson my absolute beloved, but since flash tv ended this year, it had me in my feelings and i couldn't not put him there, so yeah

DISCLAIMER: i am at the moment reading trials of apollo (im just like 1/4 of the first book) and if somebody spoils me anything i WILL become a rabid feral gremlin, this is your only warning, thank you very much.

anyway, you can consider this an open tag and do this and tag me in it bc i always love to read about yalls favorite stuff. still, no pressure, but im still tagging beautiful ppl so i can read about your favorite characters @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @sherryvalli @14carrotghoul @formorewishes

#tag game #2023 character wrapped

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 9 months

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Hey, can you do sara or joe comforting a reader with bulmia? I'd not I understand .

Yes, I can write this! You must be psychic because I was scrolling the Joe Tazuna tag when I got this request.

Just a quick note: I don't have a lot of experience with eating disorders so if anything that I wrote is wrong or offensive, please let me know so I can fix it. I would rather be told than have harmful content on my page. Please remember to take care of yourself, and I hope this brings you some comfort.

Sara and Joe with an S/O who has bulimia

Warnings: Eating disorders (specifically bulimia). I tried not to be too detailed, but there are some more specific parts so proceed with caution

gn! reader

Sara Chidouin

-Sara's pretty quick to notice that something's up, especially if you're losing weight at a rapid pace and/or not eating in front of her

-She doesn't want to assume anything at first, but if she continues to see concerning signs regarding your health, she'll confront you

-When approaching you about what she's noticed, she tiptoes around the subject a little because she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but eventually she'll ask you outright if you have an eating disorder

-Sara sits with you and listens quietly as you explain what bulimia is and what it's like to have it, hugging you or holding your hand if you get visibly upset while talking

-She appreciates your honesty, but she's also really worried for you. She knows what you're doing isn't healthy and that if this continues you could really damage your body

-While she doesn't want to upset you, she highly encourages you to make an attempt at a recovery. She knows it'll be hard, but she wants you to be able to live a long healthy life, she can't bear the thought of losing you

-If you agree to try and recover, she pledges to be right by your side the whole time. If you don't, she'll probably tell a counselor or a professional about your struggles. While she's normally respectful of your wishes, she refuses to let you suffer like this anymore, she's going to get you help regardless

-Sara does a ton of research on bulimia after the two of you talk, she wants to be as supportive and as helpful as possible while you try to recover

-She also understands that recovery isn't quick, and it isn't always linear. She knows their will be days where you may relapse, or days where you won't be able to eat much if at all, but she's staying by your side no matter what happens

-She's aware that typically you binge eat a lot of food before throwing it up, so she decides to try and get you to eat a little bit of food everyday without purging it later

-You don't have to eat it in front of her, and she totally understands if you're unable to keep it down, she just figures that smaller portions of food may be easier for you to process at first

-If it's easier for you to digest, Sara will make smoothies or other healthy drinks for you to have. It may not be the same as solid food, but if it's easier to process then it's a good way to help you regain some nutrients

-If there's a certain type of food that's easier for you to eat, she'll have Kai make it for you. She won't tell him why if you would rather him not know, she's just not the best cook herself so it'll most likely be better if he makes it

-As time goes on, she'll slowly add more food to each meal (not a ton at once though) until you're able to eat full meals with less issue than before

-If you end up relapsing, she won't blame you at all. She'll sit with you and embrace you as you cry, assuring you that she's proud of you and that you're still making progress

-She still encourages you to talk to a professional, but she understands if that's not something you want to do right away

-As she's said before, she sticks with you throughout your whole recovery, and she's very proud of you no matter what happens

Joe Tazuna

-He can kinda tell somethings up, but he doesn't know what. All he knows is that your moods dropped and he wants to know why

-He's pretty blunt when he approaches you about it, he doesn't yet know the severity of what your dealing with so he just thinks you've been a little down for awhile

-I don't think he'd know what bulimia is, so you're going to have to explain it to him as well as how severe it is

-He feels so bad once he understands what's happening, not only because he approached you so suddenly about it, but also because he didn't notice the extent of what was going on before now

-He feels like he failed as a partner for not noticing sooner, so he resolves to make up for it by putting as much energy as he can towards helping you

-He tries to get you to eat more, but he doesn't downsize the portion of food he gives you

-You're going to have to really get it through his brain that you can't keep that much food down

-He's trying, he just doesn't really get it yet. He thinks if you can just eat the food without throwing up then everything's peachy, he doesn't understand the phycological factor

-Once he fully understands what's going on, he'll ask Sara for advice. He's worried he'll end up hurting you when he's trying to help you

-He gets Kai to cook you small but nutritious meals, he hopes they'll be easier for you to eat and keep down, but he's understanding if you can't

-He'll probably talk with an adult who would know how to help you because he knows he's nowhere near experienced enough to help you effectively

-He's better at emotional comfort than helping you directly with your bulimia, again he tries but he's not an expert

-He'll snuggle with you on particularly rough days, promising you that it'll get better and that he's here for you until it does

-If you developed the eating disorder because of poor body image issues, he assures you that he loves you and that he doesn't care what your body looks like, he just wants you to be happy and healthy

-If it helps you eat, he'll sit with you and talk to you about anything: his day, schoolwork, a funny story he wants to tell you, anything that may help distract you from thinking about eating negatively

-He tries to make you smile as often as possible. He also tries to make you feel like the most beautiful/handsome person in the world (because to him you are) and he wants you to know how wonderful he thinks you are

-Like Sara, he'll be with you the whole time you're recovering, and even though he may not be the most helpful at times, he loves you and wants you to be happy

#x reader #yttd joe #yttd #yttd sara #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #your turn to die x reader #your turn to die #yttd x reader #sara x reader #sara chidouin x reader #joe x reader #joe tazuna x reader #tw eating issues #tw eating disorder

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sibillascribbles08 · 1 year

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Scratched this out real quick because I felt the need to write something. Kind of a follow up to this? Maybe I should make a tag for all the dad adventures.

Donatello had to admit, being able to just walk in and out of Jase’s house now felt good.

He’d only met Mr. Song a week ago, but being able to just walk in the front door instead of squeezing his way through the window made it a whole lot easier.

Mr. Song took the whole thing in stride. And while their first meeting had been awkward and short lived, he became very chatty afterwards. He asked Donatello a lot of questions, and answered any that were fired back at him. A couple of times Jase had to shoo his father away just so they could be alone for a few minutes.

Donatello couldn’t say he minded the attention. It always felt nice to get positive experiences with parental figures.

It was late, almost midnight to be exact. Jase wanted to go to bed and while Donatello knew he could stay over—he had permission—he figured he should be home for work the next morning.

But as he walked out the door and onto the front steps, a voice surprised him.

“Ah, good, there you are.”

Donatello squeaked and turned to look at Mr. Song who leaned on the railing.

“Wh— sir? How long have you been out here?”

“Don’t call me ‘sir,’ feels weird. And only a few minutes. I wanted to catch you before you left.”

“I uh, thought you were asleep.” Donatello felt nervous, and didn’t understand why until he noticed how serious the man looked.

“Yes, well, I’ve wanted to talk to you but having the chance to do so away from my son is proving difficult.”

“Um…” Donatello tugged at his sleeves. “Talk to me about what?”

Mr. Song stepped closer to him, looking up in the process. He was only an inch taller than Jase, after all. “Well, firstly, I want to thank you.”

Donatello tilted his head. “What for?”

“The invasion. You and your siblings put a stop to it, as you said before. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of Jase because he doesn’t like to talk about it.”

Donatello pressed his lips together, rubbing them back and forth. “He has told me what happened to him. At least a summary version of it.”

“Good, that means I don’t have to explain too much.” Mr. Song let out a long sigh. “I think a lot, about what might have happened if that ship had been around for just another ten minutes. If those creatures would have broken into where he was hiding.”

Donatello’s stomach twisted, much like it had when Jase told him all of this in the first place, but he’d never considered that aspect of it.

“I never knew what stopped the ship, but I told myself if I found who it was I’d kiss the ground they walked on.”

That phrase snapped Donatello out of his nerves. “Please don’t.”

Mr. Song laughed, the tension leaving the air for a moment. “I won’t. But thank you. Tell your siblings thank you as well. If it hadn’t been for you Jase might not be here anymore.”

Donatello tugged at his sleeves again. “None of us might be, to be honest.”

“Well, enough with the grim what ifs.” Mr. Song waved a hand and stepped even closer, his serious expression back on his face. “There’s something else I want to address.”

“O-oh?”

“If Jase told you what happened during the invasion then I imagine he’s told you a lot of other things. So I don’t think I need to explain that he’s been through a lot.”

Oh no, were they about to have one of these conversations. “Mr. Song I promise I won’t—”

He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I’m not trying to threaten you. My son has been through a lot. And one of the things it’s made him is very cautious and very closed off. The fact that he’s friends with you, is dating you, and tells you any of this stuff, tells me that he trusts you. And I trust his judgment.”

Donatello sighed with relief. “Well, good, because—”

Mr. Song put his hand closer. “Still not finished. Again, let me be clear, this isn’t a threat. But as I said, my son has been through a lot, and I love him very much, so if anything drags him back into the state of mind that he was in back then… Well. I’m sure I don’t need to finish that statement.”

Donatello swallowed, staring at the man’s eyes. They weren’t as dark as Jason’s but somehow they carried an even more ferocious storm behind them.

He almost wanted to feel insulted that they were having this conversation. As if he would ever try to hurt Jase. But he understood feeling protective of your loved ones, so he let it go.

“I understand.” He kept his voice level and took a step back. “I um… love Jase too. So I really don’t want to hurt him.” He reached up to pop the collar on his jacket to try and hide his face.

Mr. Song’s frightening expression vanished in an instant as he smiled. “Aw, you’re impossibly cute sometimes. For a six foot turtle no less.”

Yeesh. What a mood turnaround. “Can’t lie, it’s a bit strange hearing that from my boyfriend’s dad.”

Mr. Song scoffed. “Whatever. I bet your dad calls you cute all the time.”

“Not since I was little. Now only Mikey gets that privilege.”

“Maybe he should tease you more often, I bet that would change his mind.”

“Okay.” Donatello raised his voice a bit. “I am going home now.”

Mr. Song laughed again. “Goodnight, Donnie. See you later. You should invite me to visit your family sometime.”

He almost agreed to that statement until he imagined this man having the chance to talk to his father. No. Nope. He’d never recover.

“I’ll uh, think about it.” Donatello gave him a wave before launching into the sky.

As he flew, he got out his phone to send a text.

>We cannot let our father’s meet.

>?? Donnie wtf are you talking about

>Just imagine it for ten seconds

He actually waited that long, then saw a new message being typed.

>Ur right we have to prevent this at all costs. >Anyway it’s time for BED goodnight >Are you texting me while flying???? >Idiot.

Donatello smiled.

>I’ll fly safe. Love you too. Idiot.

He added a few heart emojis for good measure.

Jase sent a purple one back.

#rottmnt #scribbly fics #jasonnie #too bad boys your dads ARE going to hang out and become ungovernable

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gretakatharinaa · 5 months

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everything is wired - about dreaming

What do our dreams actually say about us? Do they have meaning or hidden messages?

I'm sure you have had a rather questionable dream one night and spent the morning with similar questions.

To really understand dreams and what they mean, I dug deep and i'm ready to give you the shortest of summaries.

I know every person has different opinions about where dreams come from and what they mean or even if they mean anything at all.

So, in my digging, i've assembled all sorts of information.

To put it simply, our brain doesn't rest when we do. Once we fall asleep, our brain finally gets to work without our silly little thoughts interfering.

This process is called Memory Consolidation.

Dreams are believed to contribute to the consolidation or memories, organizing and storing information acquired during wakefulness.

- Think of it as a shopping Haul. You've been out all day, shopping god knows what (for god knows how much) and then, once you get back home you unpack everything you've bought, take off the tags and store it somewhere in the depths of your (probably already overflowing) closet.-

Essentially, our brain is having a mega haul with all the experiences since the last time you slept. And with that, when it's deciding what goes from short to long term memory, it also pulls out other stuff, older stuff, older memories and maybe even old dreams that were so memorable that you brain decided, once you rest, to include it in your long term closet haul.

So now, at night, while you entered REM sleep, your brain is sorting through the meals you've had, the people you saw, the names you read on your phone or on a billboard, the colors of the city, the background music at the cafe and everything else you've absorbed, you begin to dream.

So, now you might ask: Why, when my brain is sorting through my very real daily experiences, do i sometimes dream about the most illogical and crazy things that makes absolutely zero sense?

Well, i told you i dug deep, so bear with me:

The Prefrontal Cortex, associated with decision making and logical thinking, shows reduced activity during dreaming, which might explain the illogical nature of (some) dreams.

So last night, when i dreamt about DNA reconstructing glasses that you pull over the back of your head (I wish i were kidding), it wasn't me going mental, it was just about Frontal Lobe Inactivity. Well, maybe both.

From inactivity to above average activity: Your Limbic System, responsible for emotions (and the reason why you might miss your silly ex) is highly active when dreaming, influencing the emotional content of dreams. Some people wake up after a dream and can't shake off the way it made them feel for the whole day.

Studies have shown that there is a small percentage of women who have dreamt of being pregnant -but then waking up only to find out that there is no baby- and felt extremely abandoned and depressed the following day; mourning for a baby that was never real.

So with that being said, yes, dreams aren't real, but then again, what are they, if not real?

You see them, you hear them, you feel them, sometimes even after waking up, so just because it only happened in your head, doesn't mean it's not real at all.

My DNA reconstructing glasses are definitely not in store yet, but as they lived in my brain, they are a part of reality.

So, if i haven't bored you yet, here come the answers to the questions i've asked.

This is what dreams are, what they do:

Reflection of Emotions: Dreams often reflect our emotional state and unresolved feelings.

Subconscious Desires and Fears: They may reveal hidden desires, fears, or concerns stored in the subconscious.

Problem-Solving: Dreams can aid problem-solving by processing information and experiences.

Symbolic Language: Dreams use symbolic language, requiring interpretation to understand their meaning.

Memory Consolidation: They may assist in consolidating and organizing memories from the day.

Creative Inspiration: Dreams can inspire creativity and provide unique insights.

Mind Processing: Dream content may represent the brain's way of processing daily experiences and emotions.

What I'm trying to say is: Do not push your dreams aside with a simple: "It's just a dream, it doesn't mean anything"

It might not mean "text your ex" or "find out if you can actually fly" but it means something.

While at times the meaning is abundantly clear, some dreams leave us with wonder and confusion.

I say, observe your dreams and thought and see if there is a pattern, a motive.

And buy my DNA glasses!

#dream #dreamcore #prefrontal cortex #limbic system #rem

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a (very late) introduction to linagram!

hi! since the second trial is going to start soon i hope so and also i've noticed some new people following this blog, i thought that it would be a good idea to make a post like this! i think it will be useful for both new people who don't know much about my ocgram, but still want to learn more and people who are following this blog since the first trial, because i've actually never mentioned some of this information before!

(yes i know it would be better if i just added all of this to my pinned. i know. i will leave a link to this post there sjskslsl)

"Why Linagram?" Because this OCgram is named after me! :D And also because I'm bad at coming up with names and titles. Also [2], at first it was just a tag I used for my Milgram OCs before I created this blog, so yeah.

"What about the guards and the prisoners?" This OCgram actually has more than one guard (if you don't count Jackalope as another Canongram guard) and right now there's two guards (last name, first name order): Sanada Eiji and Andou Miki. There's also ten prisoners, just like in canon (same name order): Miyagawa Akio, Hanasaki Aimi, Ishizu Shun, Chiba Naomi, Sanada Kei, Yoshioka Eiko, Yano Asahi, Maruyama Yurika, Kuroki Riku and Himura Reina. After the first trial, all prisoners were forgiven except three of them: Akio, Kei and Yurika.

"Is this OCgram connected to Canongram?" It kinda is and it kinda isn't. It shares a lot of things with Canongram, like music videos, ten prisoners, also some prisoners share things like personality traits, backstory details, etc with the canon prisoners, but it's also very different from Canongram: more than one guard has to participate in the voting process, Jackalope almost never appears (though he will appear very soon) and doesn't really play an important role (he wasn't even there to explain how everything works) and also both guards are related to the prisoners. You have probably already noticed that Eiji shares a last name with one of the prisoners and that's his brother. Miki is related to one of the prisoners as well. I imagine that this OCgram takes place a few years before Canongram, but I'm not sure how many. Also, a lot of the MVs often have scenes that look like they're actually happening from someone else's POV, like a victim or a side character's and not just the prisoner's. Most of the time it's just done to make the MVs more interesting, but you can interpret it as the victims/side characters trying to help you/the guards figure out what actually happened, if you want! The victims play a big role here in general, since the guilty prisoners can not only hear the voices judging them, but they can hear their own victims' voices or even see them too. Maybe Milgram is the victims' new home too.

"Is this OCgram connected to the light novel?" I admit, I was kinda inspired to do the whole "haha what if the guards were actually the prisoners' siblings" thing because of the novel's plot twist (even though it wasn't the exact same thing) (and also because i just thought it would be a cool concept, like wow, your sibling is one of the prisoners now. what are you gonna do), but nope, this OCgram isn't really connected to it.

"How does the voting process work?" Both guards have to talk about everyone's crimes and watch the MVs together. After that, they have to decide if they will forgive them or not. However, Eiji and Miki's morals and personalities are very different: Eiji thinks all of them deserve to die for their sins and Miki wants to forgive them. So yeah, they have to somehow convince each other that their opinion is the only right one. After that, they both have to vote them innocent or guilty.

"How will the second trial go?" I will post both pre-T2 voice dramas first, then I will post the album covers (+ song titles and preview lyrics), everyone's T2 profiles and then I will start posting their voice dramas which will also include their MV descriptions and polls. You can vote them innocent or guilty based on literally anything: their crime, their personality, their design, etc. Metavoting is fine too though it doesn't mean that everything will go exactly as you planned, hehe. After each prisoner pair's voice dramas get posted, I will write their interrogations as well (for example, if Akio and Aimi's VDs were posted, that means I will also post their interrogation soon).

"Can we send questions for the interrogations?" Yes! And you can also simply ask them questions even if it's not for the interrogations, like, if you just want to learn more about them or talk to them, haha. You can interact with them too if you have Milgram OCs as well :] And yes, you can send questions and interactions for the guards too!

"Do you already know what you're gonna do for the third trial? Are all prisoners actually dead and we have to decide if they should go to Heaven or Hell? Is this all just an experiment? Do you have something completely different in mind?" I know that it's still only the second season of Canongram and it would probably be better for me to wait for the third season and maybe I will do that, but also I just kinda decided to go wild and do something original :D I already have some ideas for the third trial and the "big reveal", but don't be surprised if it turns out to be completely different from canon!

"Does your OCgram include any triggering topics?" Since this is Milgram, yeah, death and murder is like, the whole thing, but just to be safe, here are all the warnings (i suck at these, so i'm sorry if some of them sound like i'm not being serious or something, I JUST HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DESCRIBE THEM): bullying, self-harm, suicide, physical and emotional abuse, toxic relationships in general (platonic, romantic, etc), sexual themes (nothing too nsfw and nothing like that gets actually shown or described in detail, but it's there just so you know sjsjksks), characters get beaten up and injured in different ways (especially now that it's season 2), one of the guards is obsessed with punishing everyone so yeah, he's gonna say and do a lot of scary things, one of the murder victims was literally ten years old, derealization/depersonalization, hallucinations, literally all of them (including the guards) need therapy, like i'm sure all of them have at least one undiagnosed mental illness, stalking, harassment, some murders were very brutal, some future MVs will have elements of body horror and gore, but nothing too scary or detailed. If you find anything potentially triggering that I haven't mentioned here, please let me know!

Hopefully, this explains how this OCgram works! If you have any questions, feel free to send them!

#i don't think miki is supposed to be a lot taller than eiji BUT IT'S SO FUNNY TO DRAW THEM THIS WAY #LIKE I WOULD MAKE EIJI MORE TINY IF I COULD #“lina what do you mean RIGHT NOW there's two guards” :) i am looking away #but yeah i actually do have ideas for season 3 already. i'm putting way too much effort into this i know #but hey at least i'm having fun :D #milgram #milgram oc #ocgram #milgram project

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Lol, it is sooo nice to come across someone who still cares about kkm in 2024 😭 just gonna send as an ask so we aren't tag paragraphing back and forth. (Tried just messaging, but you know the tumblr app's reliabilty...)

I have so many thoughts on wolfram and yuuri as people and how they would work as a couple

Re: your original tags i 100% agree that yuuri would be the one to initiate their actual relationship with a kiss he didn't even put any thought into, body just acted.

I've had this vague fanfic idea in my head for the past like... 10 years (i can't believe i first watched it so long ago) that after getting used to wolfram being his best friend and enjoying being around him in that way for a couple years yuuri would start to catch feelings without even realizing it. Then he'd kiss wolfram in some dramatic dangerous context (like your comic) and immediately fall through a puddle back to earth once the danger is over, without getting the chance to talk to wolfram about it.

And then yuuri is just like, stuck on earth for a whole month or 2. Ruminating on the kiss, using 2007 style discussion boards to try to figure out his sexuality (😂 poor kid). Maybe watching some random movie (i genuinely don't have a specific one in mind) and realizing that the 2 male main characters have crazy chemisty, remembering something about shipping from that discussion board, searching male character A x male character B and reading some fanfic/seeing some fanart that makes him go "shit maybe i am into guys." Then he like... reads a real romance novel or something that his mom buys him (a teen book! I should clarify. His mom is quirky but not totally oblivous to what would be appropriate), because she's supportive and knows he'd never buy one on his own. And he talks to her a few times about this realization throughout this 2 months.

Basically, i like the idea of yuuri being forced away from wolfram and all the normalized queerness of shin makoku and still coming to the conclusion that he likes wolfram and wants to be with him. And "hey, im not even gonna be living on earth much past the age of 18 anyway, so why should i care about any of these cultural norms anymore? And my family gets it, so honestly, fuck it."

And then he finally gets back to shin makoku and word vomits/lays this 2 months worth of soul searching at wolfram's feet.

And wolfram is just like, "well it's actually been 8 months or something for me. Glad you figured all that shit out, even though i still don't get what the big deal was, but i definitely panic spiralled into thinking you weren't coming back ever again because of that kiss. So honestly, i'm pretty happy right now. But ngl, you reciprocating my feelings is a little... off putting? No, maybe more like... completely unexpected. I'm in no way prepared for this."

And then their dynamic switches to wolfram being the one who's kind of uncomfortable with public displays of affection (he still likes it, but is noticeably shy/tense). And yuuri just trying his best to not spook wolfram and understand why he's like this now.

And it all just culminates in them having a talk in bed before the fall asleep a couple months after yuuri comes back where wolfram trys to explain how high up on a pedestel yuuri is in his mind and how, to him, it feels like them actually being together is just dragging yuuri down. And how yes, he loves yuuri romantically, but it's also so much more than that. He loves him as his untouchable best friend who he was JUST getting used to always being out of romatic reach when yuuri got spirited away to earth for 8 months. He loves yuuri as his king. He loves him as an IDEAL. So being with him as his actual fiancé is going to be a slow process. It's a lot to recontextualize in wolfram's head.

But yuuri is fine with that because he's like 18ish/still a teenager at this point and wasn't ready to get married immediately anyway.

Thanks for the invite to head canon dump on you. It feels good to share these vague ideas for a story i'll never write with another person who GETS the ship in the same way i do 💞

I'm also eager to hear any head canons/ideas you have about these 2. We're def on the same wavelength in terms of wanting to give the characters in kkm more context and agency outside of it being a silly little fantasy adventure thing (with a weirdly well fleshed out world, to be fair) 😂

REAL....... ur so real for everything here..... i think this is 100% how it would go. love the 2007 forums 😭 hes troubleshooting his homosexuality like its a game bug or smth thats so in-character i also agree w the wolf being startled by the reciprocation thing like he would 100% not be able to handle yuuri becoming "real" to him. like an actual option to date and stuff cuz my hc (bc i love suffering) is that he kind of likes or its convenient? that yuuri doesn't reciprocate cuz its so easy to be devoted when u dont have an actual relationship to talk abt and its one sided. it also gets more fanatical that way (aka yearning is stronger when it is left unfulfilled LOL) i also feel like he doesnt deserve it 2 some degree, not that hes not confident but that it's not his place. i feel like this is common in fanart/fic but where yuuri is like ok so can we kiss now and wolf is like ? kiss? we are a symbolic union between blah blah blah

BUT YEAH...... ALSO I LOVE THEM HAVING TALKS TOGETHER IN BED its just so.... like nice 2me...... the vibe of like having to sleep together.. the heart to hearts in bed is so funny but nice. the 16 year olds having a heart to heart while playing house (as a married couple) like the dissonance between their emotional immaturity and the tension and the closeness between them is so juicyyyy like SLEEPOVER TIME except ur discussing ur divorce arc w a 16 year old boysoldier who wants to die for you So Bad

my personal hcs/pure self indulgent bs under cut

ok first i feel like i have to clarify that i dont think that my hcs are canon i just like to have fun w kkm chars like dolls lmfaoooo..... but here are my self indulgent how-they-get-together-hcs ALSO its been like a solid two or three months since i last thought in depth abt kkm so i might be messing some details up

i kinda like the idea of wolf drifting apart from yuuri (from his constant rejection as well as duty and circumstance) and yuuri never reciprocates during this time (also never realizes) and eventually wolf goes off to bielefelt to do his duties and become the patriarch after everything settles. (i also like greta a lot so this is where she goes off to her own nation and wanders as a knight and alsooooo has a lesbianism with beatrice at around 20? years old..?) ANYWAYS they're in kind of awkward limbo and 2 yuuri wolf is someone he wishes he was closer to like when they were kids but isn't and he also avoids him from the guilt/shame of rejecting his feelings

at this pt yuuri has noticed in hindsight that he was in love w wolf but anyways something happens (like an attack) and wolf and yuuri are stuck living together again, wolf is once again risking his life for yuuri and his actions sort of betray that he's still just as in love w him as he was before they separated, he just decided that it would be better not to burden him with his feelings (at this pt he's self-aware that 16 year old wolf had a lot of baggage and codependency lumped in with love like the deifying stuff) and eventually yuuri reveals that he thinks he was in love with him too and wolf has to confront the fact that he wasn't looking for romance in the first place and also that yuuri is still too bright for him to touch (in his mind) so he's kinda like i do my job and u do urs for the good of this nation. BUT OFC they eventually get together after a lot of awkward divorcedness YAAAYYYYYYYY

OH ALSO unrelated to prev scenario but one thing i love ab ur hc and teen yuuram is the contrast between the world-ending desperation of wolf's love and the teenage first crush sweetness of yuuri's. I LOVE THE IDEA OF WOLF BEING LIKE. "i would die on the cross for you" (wiping the blood from his brow) and yuuri's just like "ok lets take this one step at a time" the part of the ship that's just yuuri getting to be an awkward gay teen and wolf eventually discovering awkward teen crushisms is sooo cute to me. like discovering that holding hands in a romantic context does not at all feel like what they did in the closet!! soo sweet and cute

ok ty for listening THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRRRYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭 feel free 2 throw ur hcs at me anytime...!!! ^^

#i have sooo many hcs LMAO most of them wolf-centric but mannnnnn ask me anytime abt wolf and shinou 😔or ill draw the comic ig....#i havent finished kkm anime actually im one ep away from finishing it but i got caught up and scared to finish it so #txt #i forgor my ask tag #and also my kkm rambles tag #OH WAIT its #gomakkm #cave mail #also ur so right about yuuri's journey of self acceptance as well as the crush thing love to see the sociopolitical differences explored!

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