#the reader is judging us

[auroramoon-draws16]

The Apprentice: do you think he’ll like it?

The Reader: it’ll be fine, kid, knowing him, he’ll love it.

The Apprentice: really?

The Reader: really. Seriously, you should see what they usually do to him.

The Apprentice: do… should I really?

The Reader: *flashbacks to all the timelines and branching timelines they made, watching shit go down like watching a train wreck a hundred times over*

The Reader: ..yeah.. never mind, you shouldn’t.

~Beyond the Grey~

The Writers: *collective round of sneezes*

[ghostinghome]

uriel,,, in these trying times

[meganegatari]

source of inspo/vibes. currently thinking about being in a club with ellie, or no, meeting her in a club on the dance floor.

this nameless stranger strides over to you, while you're feeling yourself as the strobe lights shine, the music's vibrations echoing through the air, shaking the floor. sweaty bodies smushed together, the air stuffy and suffocating, so thick you could hold it in your palm. a space clears in the crowd, and you feel two hands land on your hips, and upon glancing down you're met with gleaming rings and tattooed slender digits, the stranger's front bumping against your swaying ass.

turning around to look, your jaw almost drops to the core of the earth. taking in her features, the wispy strands of copper locks, petite pink lip taken between her teeth, emerald eyes blazing with something you couldn't name, staring directly into your soul. this eye contact feels like nothing you've ever experienced before, a wordless attraction passing between two souls, telepathically communicating the desire. you feel her grip on your hips tighten, and you grind back against her harder.

she leans forward, her chest pressing against your back, velvety smooth voice tickling your ear with a small grunts escaping her lips. the coil of want grows inside you, and you take it upon yourself to grasp one of her hands, and manually move it to rest on your breast, giving permission to be felt up. and she takes the chance, shaky breaths haunting you, traveling straight to your burning core. she squeezes, and you lean your head back while she plays with your flesh.

now it's only the two of you in the hall, feeling the rhythm in your veins, the thumping of your hearts synching up the longer you dance together. it was so intimate, yet lewd, the way she was groping at you, but you would stay here forever if you could. she nips at your neck, suckling at the sensitive skin, coaxing needy shudders from you, your knees close to buckling completely, but you know she'd catch you.

you're struggling to hear the music over the rushing of blood in your ears, and the growing ache between your legs. so you turn harshly to face her, roughly grab her by the collar and tug so you're next to her ear, and whisper-yell your greatest wish, "bathroom."

[angelyuji]

suppressed feelings

nsfw lolz i had another idea for this, but i ended up scrapping it to finish another day... i wanted something more.... idk how to word it but like pathetic??? and angsty from bruce's side anyway lol i know this is treading the line into incest.... just... let me fantasize... also pls send me more noncon!fauxcest thoughts cuz im highkey gooning over some of these dynamics

bruce wayne x adoptive!daughter

tw// noncon to dubcon, fauxcest, sorta yandere?, angst, reader has a vagina, (plss lmk if im missing any tags)

minors dni!!!!! 18+!!!!!!!!!!!

"bruce?" you nervously peek your head into bruce's office. your adoptive father sits at his desk, head in his hands. he lifts his head, eyes red from fatigue. "you okay?"

he sighs, leaning back in his chair, "yeah, sweetheart, i'm okay. just..." bruce stops, shaking his head. "did you need something?" you shake your head and walk in.

"yeah, i wanted to ask if you needed anything? you seemed... off when you came back from patrol with damian." you tilt your head and bruce smiles, chest tightening as you come closer.

"yeah, (y/n), i'm okay..." he gestures for you to come closer, "my girl is so kind." you stand in between his spread legs, letting him hug you. his head rests on your chest and you hug his neck, letting him breathe you in. you feel his hands pull you closer, "i love you so much, sweetheart." his voice is muffled, the vibrations of his voice sending chills down your spine.

you laugh, "i love you too, dad." you feel him frown against your skin.

he pulls away to look up at you, "have you ever thought of me as anything else, (y/n)? other than as your father?" his eyes search yours and you pause, trying to pull away.

"what do you mean? w-what're you trying to say, bruce?" you let out an awkward laugh. his hand drifts up to your shirt, pulling it up slightly. you freeze and bruce presses a kiss to your stomach. you feel warm and you rip yourself away from him. "this-this is weird, bruce." you start to panic and bruce stands up to pull you into a hug.

"no, no, sweetheart. don't worry, i'll take care of you." before you could respond, bruce picks you up and over his shoulder. you yelp, you try to call out for alfred, but a hard smack on your butt silences you. "good girl."

bruce doesn't take you far, only moving to his bedroom. he delicately lays you on his bed and you sit up, watching him carefully unbutton his shirt. "let daddy take care you, angel..." soon, bruce was only in his boxers, undressing you against your will. his hands were calloused and gentle. you couldn't help, but be soothed by your adoptive father's touch.

"bruce..." he gently presses your shoulder, forcing you down, "why... why are you-" he brings your legs over his shoulders and you choke on your words when you feel bruce press his mouth to your core, tenderly licking at your heat. "w-wait-"

"i'm sorry, angel, i promise i'll take good care of you..." his hands grip your thighs and you arch your back, feeling his burning tongue against your cunt. you bite down on his sheets to muffle your moans. you feel your stomach twisting and your holes twitching, aching for more. he drinks you, pressing himself against you like a man starved for water. your head swims as his experienced tongue brought you closer.

"please, bruce-" you gasp, "th-this isn't ri-" you gasp as bruce's mouth sucks on your clit, sending pleasure up your spine, and you let yourself drool into the blankets, his ministrations numbing your mind. you could feel warmth building in your stomach and you let your hips grind against his face, your desire for release overshadowing logic. your body starts to twitch as you feel yourself coming close to the edge and bruce moves away. you mewl, hands coming undone from the twisted sheets to grab at your adoptive father. you watch as he licks his lips, eyes closing to savor the taste of you.

he sits back onto his knees, hands busy with his boxers when you whimper, "daddy... please..." bruce stops, eyes darting to the tears trickling from yours.

your legs spread, your skin sweaty, your arms outreached… you looked like an angel, but bruce’s mind clears in realization. his heart stops as he takes in your trembling body. "oh my god... oh my god." bruce tumbles off the bed to the floor. "fuck... what the fuck did i do... oh god, my sweet girl, im so sorry..." you had never seen bruce cry before and you reach to him, but he recoils. "no, no, no, no..." he mumbles to himself as he searches the room.

"wait- i want-" bruce paces around the room, eyes frantic, before he pulls on a bathrobe and rushes toward the door. "dad- bruce!" you prop yourself on the edge of the bed, reaching out to him in desperation.

"i'm so sorry, (y/n)." bruce looks at you, his eyes raking your body, horrified at what he's done. he hurries out, leaving you soaking the sheets and forced to take care of yourself with the memories of his touch.

[lxvvie]

When Simon is in one of his moods and using you as his personal pillow, you’re not allowed to get up much like with a cat. Not even when you need to use the bathroom.

You try to move, Simon grunts in Ghost.

You actually do move, Simon grunts in Ghost, wraps his arms around you, and nuzzles against your skin. If you're under him and move to get from under him, he'll just roll over so you're on top. His arms are still around you. Vice versa if you're originally on top of him.

You tell him you gotta get up, and he'll tighten his hold slightly.

He'll let you up. Eventually.

Cheers, Your Splootiness.

[raiweasley]

Joel Miller Masterlist

all my fav/liked Joel Miller fics :) i need to re-read alot of these and make sure i still like them

Started: 2/23/23

Last Updated: 6/21/25

Fluff:

Be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me) by bluebeary-jay

Summary: you and Joel have been neighbors for a while but despite your mutual interest in one another, you never crossed this line. until, after one tense situation, Joel slips up suggestive but no smut (18+!)

Midnight kisses by bluebeary-jay

Summary: Jackson celebrates the New Year’s Eve, and you're thinking about finally confessing to your crush how much you like him. but Joel Miller, the object of your affections, might have other plans in mind.

Let me (put my lips to somethin') by bluebeary-jay

Summary: 5 times you wanted to kiss Joel, and 1 time it actually happened (or: your relationship with Joel over the years)

Crawlin' back to you by bluebeary-jay

Summary: you ask Joel for help while preparing for your upcoming date with another man. (or so it seems)

STITCHES by pedgito

Summary: You've patched up Joel countless times before, but this is different.

When The Leaves Turn pt.2 by pandapetals

Summary: As the seasons change in Jackson, so does your relationship with Joel. It starts with small things—his quiet presence outside the schoolhouse, how he keeps bringing you books for the kids, or how his gruff demeanor softens slightly when he talks to you.

We Deserve It by theclowningbusiness

Summary: Just when you think you’re at the end of your rope, your savior appears. In the form of Joel Miller.

Oh, Your Love is Sunlight by mistiell

Summary: While on a supply run with your (insanely attractive) neighbor and friend, Joel, you nearly die twice. Once to an infect, and second to hypothermia, when you fall through the ice while trying to take a short cut home to Jackson. Joel spends the night trying to warm you up and keep you alive, and the morning after, you both come to a realization.

Soft & Sweet pt.1 by cavillscurls

Summary: You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller. Sugar & Spice pt.2 Summary: You lose your virginity to Joel Miller. (18+!)

screwed by alrightieaphroditie

Summary: you can't stand the sight of joel miller sitting alone - again - at the tipsy bison, so you finally decide to introduce yourself to him. deeper pt.2 Summary: the night has finally arrived: joel and ellie are visiting for dinner. afterwards, you learn more about just who joel miller really is. harder pt.3 Summary: ever since the dinner at your place, joel and ellie have fit themselves into your life seamlessly. when joel gets back from a hunting trip, he comes over and shows you some new tricks. (18+!)

Only You, Only Me by wonwoosthetic

Summary: Anonymous asked: could you do joel and younger gf/wife (like in her early/mid twenties) and some young guy hits on her while they’re together in like one of sarah’s soccer games or soemthing and joel gets all jealous and insecure

Jealousy, Jealousy. pt.2 by peterparkersnose

Summary: Joel is jealous seeing Y/N with another man across the bar

miss congenitally by forever-rogue

Summary: Anonymous asked: All of your fics have me daydreaming over here 🫣 Wouldn’t it be so cute if Joel accidentally said something to you where he basically admitted that he has a crush on you, or how he finds you attractive, and how red in the face he would get- like clearing his throat and averting his gaze or trying to cover it up Part of me also imagines it in a “miss congenitally” way where fem!reader is then teasing like “you think I’m goooorgeous, you wanna kissss me, you want to loooove me” without realizing that he’s *actually* falling for you UGH my heart

She’s A Gun by cowgurrrl

Summary: Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

Invisible String by quin-ns

Summary: bill and frank host. tess is jealous. joel is confronted with his feelings. you cry over a shower

Sweeter Than Summer by pascalissmoked

Summary: It starts with helping Sarah. It ends with her dad looking at you like he can’t breathe without you. Soft smiles, stolen glances—until it’s not so soft anymore. (18+!)

[lialox]

I think I’m starting to understand how to digital art

[xadensbiceps]

I’m gonna be so real I get annoyed when people talk like Asher was a horrible parent after reading Onyx Storm when we have SUCH little information on the why for the dedication. Like, there’s clearly so much backstory that we don’t know yet when it comes to Asher and what he did on the isles and how it’s related to everything currently happening, and I’m actually excited to learn more about WHY he dedicated Violet rather than basing my opinions of him off the obviously not entirely correct face value reason given in the book of “fixing her”. There’s more to the story! Which is like, literally the whole theme of the series!

[not-poignant]

I'm currently reading FFS while waiting for UtR updates, and the difference between Nate in both series is such whiplash 😭😭

Yeah it's pretty intense.

I mean the main thing is... we just never see Nate properly at all in FFS. Not once. We only see him around someone he doesn't like, at a point in his life when he's already healed from most of his issues, and we never really learn anything much about him. And that was intentional, in a way, Nate and Efnisien butt heads so much because they remind each other of the things they like least in themselves.

But we never see Nate's PTSD, we never see Christian's abuse of him, we never see Nate being insecure with Janusz like he is in Underline the Blue. In that way, we kind of never get to violate Nate's privacy in FFS. He gets to maintain his own walls, his own autonomy, his own sense of self.

They're actually, to me, basically the same. Like some characters I write across AUs are very very different "people" to me (FFS Efnisien vs. canon Efnisien being the main one).

But Nate in both UtBlue and FFS for me is the same. You've just never seen Nate in UtBlue healed, with autonomy, believing he has a right to his own privacy, talking with someone he doesn't like very much. Just like we never see Nate in FFS broken, post-abuse, without autonomy, believing he has no right to his own privacy.

But we see a lot of the glimmers of it. From Nate's scathing self-talk, his constant judgement of Janusz which reads very similarly to how Nate judges Efnisien out loud, to his disdain for a lot of broken systems in the world, and his ability to switch off from things he often doesn't care for. All those things are there, they're all happening in his inner thoughts in Underline the Blue, and if/when - one day - we blow away the worst of his self-hatred, what will be left is the Nate from FFS, just you know, from his perspective, instead of the perspective of someone who doesn't like him.

[decepti-geek]

honestly I really love imagining Charles Bingley and Fanny Price finding their way to becoming friends cause I think they would have a lot of (largely unspoken, but present) support to offer each other re: dealing with coercive and controlling family members

[hychlorions]

am i crazy to say this because i feel like this isn't an opinion held by other fic readers. but i don't think you're entitled to any author's work to make demands like this even if every single hit on a work is from you. i mean. if anyone ever comes to the decision that they don't want fics up on ao3 anymore it's probably a personal thing for them. and also the fact that there's replies to this talking about a subreddit apparently dedicated to saving deleted works to post on the internet anyway... just download fics you like omg. is it so hard to respect that someone doesn't want their fic to be published online anymore like they do it for free and the least we can do is like. respect what they want to do with their work????

[uhohdad]

Reader is turned on by cocky and mean men you say?

*the dormant Titan/Reader shipper in me awakens*

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

“Konig! Konig!”

“Oh no, it’s too late for that, Funny Girl.”

Titan’s fingers ruthlessly indent the flesh of your cheeks to keep you from squirming, his other hand restraining both of your uncomfortably twisted wrists to the dirt with little effort. You can feel it, just how strong he is, bruises blooming at his fingertips and a cruel ache under his grip.

“Say my name,” he growls.

“Konig! Help!”

The hand restraining your face releases you, only to return to your cheek in a harsh open-palm strike. He’s didn’t use nearly his full strength, but it’s still powerful enough to make you see blinding white, thoughts forced to a grinding halt.

Heat immediately rushes to the impact, a rough outline of his handprint raising on your flesh and tears welling in your eyes.

“What did I say?!”

Titan’s voice is no longer a purr, now a hiss through clenched teeth.

He’s stunned you, wide, tear-brimmed eyes and shallow, sniveling breaths out of parted lips.

“Please-” Your voice could hardly be considered a whisper, more a squeak lost to the wind.

Titan’s fingers curl around your chin, digging his nails into your sore jaw and forcing you to look at him.

When you close your eyes to try and pretend he’s not there - pretend this isn’t happening, pretend he doesn’t haven’t you restrained in a straddle on the forest floor and is about to do unspeakable things to you - he gives your head a rattle, shaking you until you open your eyes to be met with a blurry world and Titan’s wicked smile.

“It’s too bad, Funny Girl.”

He leans in close to you, your wrists crying under his body weight. His eyes widen on a flare before narrowing - his voice has adopted a soothing tone, but his words are nothing less than gut-wrenching.

“You can be the smartest girl in the world, but it’s nothing compared to strength.”

By the end of his sentence, his cheeks are dimpled into a sickening grin, razor sharp canines salivating over his next meal.

Your wrists are dancing under his hold, but his grip is ruthless. Your eyes are truly pathetic, your squeaky pleads adorned with sloped brows and tearful eyes.

“Titan - please, please don’t do this. Just kill me, please.”

He laughs, that sickenly sweet sardonic laugh that slices through you harder than a knife in the stomach.

“Oh no, Nine. We’re well past that.”

He practically sings the last sentence, drawing out syllables in teasing purrs.

“You like to play dirty.”

He’s unarmed, but his sneering tongue and brute restraint is worlds more threatening than a deadly weapon.

He leans in, inches from you, the heat of his breath on your face bringing your hairs to attention.

“So we’re going to play dirty, Funny Girl.”

He throws his head back in another wicked laugh. When he returns, he jerks your head to the side and buries his razor sharp canines into the sensitive flesh of your neck, drawing a harrowing cry from you. Titan’s tongue roughly laps up the fresh blood pouring from his punctures, laughing into the taste, his lips and breath violating your skin.

It’s getting harder to think, the instinctual panic of an animal has all of your limbs squirming in his hold, but it’s useless.

He’s right.

There is nothing that can compare to brute strength.

He will get his way.

Because he is bigger.

Because he is stronger.

THE OTHER TITAN DRABBLES YOU KNOW YOU WANT, FUNNY GIRL

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

[fatuismooches]

HIII 🐓 ANON HERE!!!!!!

I come bearing you a new scenario.....one that has been slowly rotting my brain (help)

WHAT ABOUT ESCHER?? Like.... imagine if while Dottore was disguised as Escher he fell in love with reader ? (Need more Escher x readers... im a lil insane)

- 🐓 anon

When Dottore was sent out to Tatarasuna, he only had one goal in mind - simply to cause a minor inconvenience for Inazuma. What he did not expect, however, was meeting you. Someone who he initially wouldn't give a second glance to, but soon found himself uncharacteristically seeking your company.

What drew him to you was how you seemed to be an outcast. Which was strange, because if even a puppet could be accepted, why was a human isolated from the rest of the group? It was a bit intriguing to the scholar. Perhaps because he had gone through the same thing. With enough veiled inquiring, he found out the circumstances were similar too - you had attended the Akademiya but left because you had found it inadequate, in your words. Oftentimes it seemed like Escher would "test" you on things. On morality, how far you'd go for an experiment, on many hypotheticals. You were never sure if you passed these tests from his unreadable expression, but he seemed more pleased at your lack of ethicalness than a good person should.

Well, now he found you much more interesting. You, on the other hand, would naturally be suspicious of the mechanic. He seemed so gentlemanly and charismatic on the outside, but you couldn't help but get a weird feeling. However, did you care? No. Somehow he was still attractive with the graying hair.

He wouldn't fall in love with you that quickly, no, he would define his interest in you as merely that - interest. Nothing more, nothing less. However, he is willing to pursue this interest, just to see how it goes. It could benefit him. He is in need of another assistant as always. Perhaps you could be the fit he's always desired. And so he would offer you a choice - join him in the Fatui, or perish along with the rest of the village. (The choice is obvious.) Or if by some odd chance, he did like you that much, you're just getting yanked back to Snezhnaya.

Dottore ended up getting two useful things out of Tatarasuna. A new test subject, and a new loyal assistant, who he would soon learn to love.

Thinking about this Reader helping him create the segments and gradually learning more about him through them...

[gauloiseblue]

Gaz x cook!reader. We all can tell army food is shit but dam can you make a bowl of mush taste like heaven. And it seems your skills have gotten through the belly and to the heart of the 141's pretty boi leaving him head over heels for your adorable form. Dressed in a head scarf, to keep hair out of your face, and an adorable apron brought from home all he wants is that pretty smile directed at him.

A/N: I noticed that cook!reader has become a trend in this fandom nowadays? Not that I'm complaining. Also, *crack my knuckles* it's time to write a jealous boy

The first time he tasted the food at the new base, he thought his tastebud was playing trick on him. Because there's no was a mere rice could taste this good.

But his confusion only lasted for a second, because he saw his friends made the same expression.

"Bloody hell," His captain grunted, "I don't mind gettin' tough missions if I get to eat this food everyday."

"Cheers to that." He chuckled as he scooped a spoonful of rice.

At that time, he didn't know who were the cooks yet, but he's determined to find out.

The kitchen in the military base isn't as strict as restaurant's one, so people can come in and out of the room. He uses that opportunity to pay a 'visit' to where you're stationed.

Judging by your uniform, you're not the head of the chef. But the one who runs around, checking each of the stations is you. He spots a few soldiers who stand at a distance (he soon found out that it's for hygienic reason, to minimize the contamination in the kitchen) while trying to talk with you. Unlike a cold-faced chef who hates distractions, you politely respond to them, while focusing on your job at the same time.

That sparks something in him, as he finds himself wanting to get to know you. But he knows better than disturbing you in your working hour.

Those soldiers might be lucky to get your attention for now, but he's confident that he'll get thrice as much sooner or later.

The kitchen's busy at the time when the soldiers are on the break, but when it's time for training, you and the other chefs would get the time to rest. So he, as a member of the special force, gets the privilege to arrange his schedule.

He starts his training earlier, so by the time he finishes, he'll get the time to visit the kitchen. The chefs like to hang out at the break room, but when he walks in, he finds that you're not there, so he goes to the second location.

In the back of the kitchen, there's a pantry where the food ingredients are stored. He had a feeling that you'd be there, so he went there.

And he's right.

You had just checked the tomatoes when he knocked on the door. The sound makes you jump, as you look at the open door with wide eyes.

"Sorry," He raises his hand to calm you down, "Didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh." You clear your throat, "It's fine. I just… didn't notice you there. Do you need anything?"

"No." He smiles, "I came to say that I loved today's lunch. It's the most delicious food that I've had all week."

You blush upon hearing his words, "You flatter me, thank you."

"So what are you cooking for tonight?"

"I was thinking about making beef goulash, but I noticed that we still have chickpeas, so," You hum as you think, "It's either of the two."

"You're making Moroccan beef stew?" He raises his brow at you, and you nod.

"That's what I'm planning to. I haven't decided yet." You said, "What do you think?"

"You know which one I'd pick." He grinned as he picked the paprika, "You have enough cilantros?"

"Of course." You giggle as you take the veggie from him, "It's settled then."

Since that day, it becomes a habit of him to visit the kitchen and talk to you for an hour or two. You're shy at first, but once you're comfortable with him, you become a lovely chatterbox. You'd talk to him about foods, kitchen operations, and plans for dinner. Breakfast and lunch menus are already handled by the head chef, since they require not much of a job. But the dinner is entirely your responsibility, since it's the most varied meal of the day.

"What do you think is the most important asset for a cook to have?"

"I don't know. Hands?"

You shake your head, "Try again."

"Hmm, let me think." He closes his eyes, while pretending to ponder on, "Brain?"

"Wrong." You laughed.

"What is it then?"

"Tongue." You replied as you pointed at our mouth, "You won't have any idea how good your food is if you can't taste it."

"Is it really?" He chuckled, "Then what about knife skills? Or time management?"

"They're also important to have, but at the end of the day, taste is all that matters." You tilt your head, "Right?"

"Can't argue with that."

One day, he's caught by Price when he's about to leave after training.

"You've been leaving awfully soon these days," He stops at his track as he feels his captain's gaze on him, "Does it have something to do with the cook?"

He sheepishly grins, as he turns to his mentor, "Maybe."

Price studies his face, before letting a long sigh, "You're dismissed. But—" He interjected before he could leave, "You better tell her to make shepherd's pie."

He chuckles at the request, "Not tonight, Cap. Maybe tomorrow."

When he arrives at the kitchen that day, he sees you already in your apron. You're about to put your hair in the head scarf when you notice him standing at the door, with his mouth slightly open.

"Hi." You greeted him as you smoothed out your hair, "I need to do a little bit of prep, so I start earlier."

"Oh… I see."

"You can stay, though." You shot him a smile, as you fixed your headband, "I could use some company."

"Don't mind me then."

He takes the seat near your counter, watching you as you bring up the large pan.

"Need a hand?"

"No." You said with a grin, "I'm pretty strong, you know."

He snorts in amusement when you show him the muscles in your arm, which is clearly less defined than his, or even any private's.

"I know, but I'm sure you could use some help."

"I'm fine." You told him, "Besides, I don't have any spare aprons."

"What a shame." He feigned a frown, so bad that it made you laugh.

"Well," You spoke as you started to chop the onions, "Entertain me then. Tell me about your training."

There's not much to talk about, since his training was meant to be watched, not described. He doesn't tell much, but he mentioned the little chat that he had with the Captain.

"He wants cottage pie?" You raise your brows with curiosity, "I can make that, but we gotta wait until we get the right meat."

He mutters a small response, as he watches you cut the chickens into four pieces. You show such a focused expression, that he can't help but think if you're gonna make that face when you're making the shepherd's pie.

All of the sudden, the little remark that his Captain made isn't as nice as it sounded before.

"Why'd you stop?" You looked at him when you noticed that he's been quiet for a while.

"Nothing." He replied, "I just remembered that I don't like meat pie."

"That's too bad." You frowned, "Don't worry though, cottage pie isn't really a meat pie."

He stares at you, and thinks about his Captain's request. He wouldn't say that he's being generous, but in this case, he was.

"I know, but I like your stew better."

"You're so sweet." He saw your eyes crinkled as you chuckled, "We'll make that Moroccan stew again, yeah? Or do you want something else?"

He felt his chest swell when you asked him the question. You offered to cook for him, you'd cook what he wants.

Perhaps you had asked that question to someone else—someone who has visited your kitchen longer than him—but he didn't care.

For the first time in his life, he doesn't feel like sharing.

[kryptonbabe]

You will get a new Wonder Woman run planned to be a long and structured one - but it's written by Tom King

You will get a new Black Canary run - the thing is, it will be written by Tom King

You will get a series of some silver age partially forgotten characters you like - Adam Strange, Omega Men, Metamorpho - but here's the catch: they'll all be written by Tom King

Why all these times I got something I wanted from DC it was like meeting this wise and cruel Jinn trying to warn me about the potential harm of my heart's desires?

"Be careful what you wish for, little one. Now take this Tom King book" the creature whispers while I sob

[frobby]

i love madoka magica however i dont think we as a fandom talk enough about how tragic madoka herself is. probably because the narrative itself steers you away from thinking about her personally. shes not a character shes a desire that homura has, shes a force of good, shes homura's foil. but those are all madoka's narrative roles but madoka herself as a person is not really looked at because we are viewing this world from an unreliable narrator(homura) who only sees madoka as those things. The best thing homura could have done for madoka was give up on her, to let her go. because every time we go back in time the image of madoka is distorted, she loses more of herself every regression of homura's as she tries harder and harder to save her. We don't even know what madoka originally wished for to become a magical girl in the original timeline. and she actually acts quite differently than the madoka we meet. shes a lot more honest and caring and bold. by the time homura's has reached the actual anime madoka has been reduced by the sands of time to a figment of herself. she has no wants or desires of her own beyond wanting to do good and help her friends and when all her humanity is stripped away is when she finally acends to godhood because thats all thats left of her. an ideal and a faith in her. madoka kaname died a long time ago and all that is left is her ghost.