#AND THE MOST IMPORTANT GUY IN YOUR LIFE MIGHT ME YOUR HALF BROTHER

[moonilit]

I hope your relationship with Genesis Rhapsodos be like mine, going from "if he doesn't shut up I will seriously kill him " to "if he is not in that party im not going"

he is such a drama queen, and such a bitch that I just gotta love the chaos he brings wherever he goes YGAFIEWIO

[fullofbees]

Let All That You Do Be Done In Love (Simeon x F!Reader x Solomon)

You find out that the rules regarding angels' activities are a lot more lax than you initially thought.

Read on AO3

CW: Smut, Oral Sex (M receiving; M and F receiving), Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie eating, clothed sex

Word Count: 4,725

It was no use. There is no way you’re going to be able to remember which ingredients go into which potions by exam time. You’re going to make a fool of yourself in front of the class when your potion blows up in your face. 

Papers, books, pencil shavings, and various note-taking apparatuses are strewn about the round mahogany table before you. Despite the two hours you’ve been studying, you were no better off than when you began. Dramatically sighing, you fall back against Solomon’s plush red couch, hoping the cushions swallow you whole. 

Simeon chuckles from where he is seated to your right, “Penny for your thoughts, Little Lamb?”

Pouting, you dejectedly cross your arms over your chest, “I just don’t understand! How are you guys able to memorize this stuff?”

Solomon is perched in a matching red loveseat further to the right of you and Simeon. He shuts his own textbook, shaking his head with a small smile, “It gets easier the more you practice.”

“Easy for the who-knows-how-old sorcerer to say. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to practice. I don’t even have any magical abilities…” You lament.

Simeon is next to shut his textbook, “Why don’t we take a break? Returning with fresh eyes might help.”

You nod, bringing your legs up so that you can sit crisscross. Curse Levi for luring you into a gaming marathon. Lucifer is going to kill you if you fail this test. 

Never one to care about awkward silence, Solomon says, “It’s nice to have you visit us here in Purgatory Hall. We hardly get to see you outside of classes,”

“I’m sorry. Ever since Lilith was revealed to be my ancestor, it’s like the brothers are around every corner. I think the only time I’ve been alone is when I’m in the bathroom.” You joke, though the humor doesn’t reach your eyes. 

Simeon’s soft gloved hand squeezes your shoulder, “It’s okay to want privacy. We all need to be alone from time to time.”

“I never expected I would become so involved in demon life, you know? I’ve yet to learn anything about you and Luke or the Celestial Realm.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to know about me?” Solomon asks with mock hurt in his voice, hand splayed against his chest as if wounded.

You giggle, “Oh, finally gonna tell me your secrets, huh?”

Solomon chuckles before throwing a wink your way, “Nice try.”

“If you want to know about the Celestial Realm,” Simeon says, turning to face you completely, “Go ahead and ask. You have my full attention.”

“Oh, uh…” You tap your chin in thought, “I guess, what rules exist for angels? Do angels make pacts; can they be summoned?”

“Angels are forbidden from interfering in the lives of humans unless our Father explicitly tells us to. He did give humans free will after all, and if our presence is known, it disrupts the choice you are given. He wants you to willfully follow him,” Simeon explains, “So no, we do not make pacts, although we can be summoned, but it takes powerful magic to do so.”

You nod along, “So someone like Solomon?”

The sorcerer interjects, “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Michael refuses to answer my calls.”

“To be fair, last time he let you visit, half of his army fell sick from your cooking,” Simeon counters.

Solomon shrugs, “It tasted fine to me.”

Ignoring the queasiness in your stomach at the thought of Solomon’s cooking, you return your attention to Simeon. “Is there a hierarchy to angels? I know Lucifer was pretty important.”

“There is but not in the way most humans think of hierarchies. Angels are sorted based on how closely they work with Father. The “higher” angels, like Mammon was as a Throne, work closely with Father while “lower” angels like myself and Luke work closer to Earth and Humanity. However, we are all of equal status, though some angels are granted more power to help keep order.”

“Really?? Mammon in charge?! I love the guy but he’s not the most responsible person.” Your mind pictures the demon decked in white, a stern pout on his face as he tries to boss the other angels around. It makes you laugh.

Joining your laughter, Solomon remarks, “Knowing how air-headed he can be, it was probably for the better that he was kept away from humans. Who knows what trouble he would have caused.”

Sliding off your left shoe, you then playfully chuck it at the sorcerer, “Hey! Only I can make fun of him!”

Solomon merely catches your shoe and sticks his tongue out at you. You do the same.

“Children, please,” Simeone sighs, though you can see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Ever since coming to RAD, Simeon has been uprooted from the destiny he was created for. He has told you a few stories about his work; going incognito in the Human world to train Luke in the ways of salvation, guiding “lost lambs” back to their paths, and creating a ripple effect of harmony.  

Now he attends class in a world not meant for celestial beings, studying alongside his former brothers. You asked him if the Devildom changed them. Yes, he said, but their foundations had remained the same. 

Here at RAD, there are only two humans here for him to guide. Solomon needs relatively little guidance, though with the strange aura emanating from the man, Simeon does not mind keeping his distance. Then there’s you, sweet and naive, only knowing of angels and demons once you were thrust into their world. 

You wonder if that’s why he always jumps at the chance to help you when you seem stressed. Humans in need is his domain. Does it feel natural, comfortable even, to help you?

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you press on with your questions. 

“All of you refer to the same ‘Father’. I know the brothers aren’t blood-related, but instead created at the same time. Does that make them your brothers too? Actually, would all angels be considered siblings?”

Simeon’s face lights up with a delighted smile, “That’s a great way of thinking about it! The specifics are a bit more complicated. I’m not saying you aren’t smart, but since the Celestial Realm exists outside of the same reality as your world, it might be difficult to explain concepts that don’t exist in your reality.”

“If you’re all related then I guess you couldn’t date each other.”

Solomon snorts into his hand as Simeon flusters out, “Pardon??”

“I mean, what do you do for relationships, or are those forbidden for angels?” You ask, side-eyeing Solomon from your seat. 

“W-Well, uhm,” Simeon scratches nervously at the back of his neck, “Some of my fellow angels have mentioned having relations with humans when they visit their world?”

Tilting your head in confusion, you ask, “Isn’t that what got Lilith in trouble though? Falling in love with a human?”

Simeon squirms in his seat, face heating up, wondering how– if– he should explain further. 

With an exuberant chuckle, Solomon beats him to it. “He means the angels fuck.”

Your eyes go wide as you wildly scramble toward Simeon. “WAIT! YOU GUYS ARE ALLOWED TO FU-”

One hand holds the back of your head while the other covers your mouth. “It’s not that simple, and please don’t yell,” Simeon grumbles, flashing Solomon a murderous look.

You pry the hand from your mouth. “What’s not simple about fucking?” You ask with a teasing lilt.

Simeon wants to run, to retreat into his bedroom before this goes further. He can’t entertain this line of questioning. Not when you’re leaning towards him in a uniform skirt that’s riding up your thighs. Not when he can feel the warmth of your breath. Not with Solomon here. Instead, Simeon falls silent.

The poor angel, however, is not subtle. 

You had noticed all session how his eyes would drift over your form, quickly glancing away when his gaze would land on your thighs. Once, his eyes flitted from your thighs back up to your face, only to see you looking back. His face flushed as he quickly forced himself back into his work, admonishing himself for getting caught.

Simeon looks identical to then, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. His eyes are glued to the floor, hands pressed into fists in his lap. He doesn’t see the look you and Solomon share, a silent agreement, and a plan being instantly formed. 

Solomon stands from his seat, moving to sit next to the angel, which forces you both to scoot to accommodate him. He stretches his arm over the back of the couch, partially leaning in over Simeon’s lap as if he needs to share an urgent secret with you. Mirroring him, you lean in to meet him halfway, noses almost bumping. Simeon is trapped underneath you two, pressed into the couch’s cushioned back. 

“Do you know the dos and don'ts of divinity?” The sorcerer whispers, eyes flitting down to where your shirt is unbuttoned. 

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m only human, after all.”

The comment elicits a soft chuckle from Solomon. “An angel's divine purpose is to love and guide humanity, right?”

You nod, though you can’t follow his line of thinking, unsure of how it will lead you to what you both want.

“Let’s simplify it, then. An angel’s divine purpose is to love. As long as their actions are guided by love, then it isn’t sinful.”

Simeon squirms underneath you before sitting up abruptly, requiring you and Solomon to part. He clears his throat. “Yes, well, there you have your answer. Angels can have sex with humans as long as they love them, and as long as they control themselves by never interfering with that human’s defined path.”

“Have you ever had a human you loved like that, Simeon?” You ask, placing your hand on his upper thigh. 

“Yes…” He shivers under your touch, “I mean, no. Well, yes. Yes and no.” 

With his arm still slung on the couch, you watch out of the corner of your eyes as Solomon nestles into the angel’s side. When Simeon reacts and tries to lean away, he ends up pressing his body even closer to yours. Your fingers now dance along his thigh, slipping higher along the inside seam of his pants. 

He is no stranger to the advances of humans. Many have tried to seduce them to their beds and he would decline without a second thought. 

But he couldn’t help it here; he found you and Solomon to be a particularly endearing set of human beings. Thousands of years old with magical skill that was trained and fortified over those centuries; Solomon represented the physical and mental prowess of humanity. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there was you. No magic, yet with an abundance of love and dedication that enchanted the strongest of demons; you represented the spiritual and emotional depths of human beings. Though never having met before RAD, you both easily contrasted and complemented the other, creating the most complete picture of humanity Simeon had ever seen.

How was he not supposed to love you?

He feels like a thousand suns burning all at once. Is this what love is supposed to feel like? An all-consuming inferno that scorches his thoughts to ash, all while the heat warms his bones and alights his soul? He loves humanity, but the feeling flowing into him from both of you is infinitely more sacred. 

Your hand slides to his crotch, and Simeon spreads his legs wider without a second thought, releasing eons of pent-up energy into a single groan. Solomon begins to pepper feather-light kisses to the angel’s neck as you palm his hardening cock through the fabric. 

Simeon’s head lolls back against the couch, giving Solomon ample room to bite and lick at his adam’s apple. He feels you nudging his cheek with your nose, and when he adjusts to look at you, you swiftly capture his lips. Soft moans escape you both, only parting for quick draws of air before hungrily meeting again. 

He gasps when you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, warm skin encircling his engorged cock. You pull away from his lips with a giggle.

“Do you always go commando?”

Parting his lips to speak, Simeon’s words die in his throat, replaced by a guttural cry. Solomon looks up at you with his own mischievous grin, his fingers pinching one of the angel’s nipples.

“Sorry, I always see them straining against his shirt, I couldn’t help myself,” Solomon says. 

You laugh. “I don’t blame you! You should feel his cock next; he’s so fucking hard,” you say, squeezing his shaft for emphasis.

Sparks fly up Simeon’s spine, hips rising slightly off the couch to chase your touch. 

“Please…” He whimpers.

Solomon’s and your attention snap to the angel, worried that you’ve gone too far.

Simeon huffs, “Please don’t tease, I’m not–  I’m not used to–”

You gently shush him before pressing a kiss to his cheekbone, “We’re going to make you feel so good, okay? Can we do that for you?”

Sliding off the couch, Solomon kneels on the ground between Simeon’s parted legs. Your hand retreats from the angel’s cock, now pulling his shirt halfway up his chest to expose his abdomen. Solomon makes quick work of undoing the clasps of Simeon’s pants but waits for his confirmation before attempting to remove them. 

“Yes,” He licks his lips, “I want it so bad.”

Grabbing the waistband, Solomon pulls Simeon’s pants down just far enough that his cock springs free. The sorcerer begins to stroke the angel’s shaft languidly, watching with delight as droplets of precum begin leaking out the tip. 

Simeon groans into his shoulder, biting his lip with hopes that the pain will keep his remaining restraint under his control. But your hand is trailing up his abdomen and to his chest, delivering a teasing flick to his nipple, before reaching his neck. Gently grasping the angel’s jaw, you force him to look down at Solomon.

“Keep your eyes on him for me, okay? Let Solomon see what he does to you,” you whisper.

The hot timbre of your voice pressed to his ear sends shivers down Simeon’s spine. 

Solomon’s thumb sweeps over the angel’s cockhead, causing Simeon’s hips to buck into his touch. An amused smile adorns the sorcerer’s face as he watches Simeon writhe beneath him. Each glide of his fist over the angel’s silken shaft elicits a luxuriant moan, growing in volume and desperation as the climax grows nearer.

The hand once holding Simeon’s jaw now brushes Solomon’s bangs back, your fingers repeatedly combing through his hair to keep the strands off of his face. He looks incredibly attractive like this, like a windswept adventurer ready to take on his next challenger. You make a mental note to tell him later on. 

“I’m guessing you have a suggestion?” He teases.

“Something like that…” you say. 

Tracing your fingers along the planes of Solomon’s face, you admire the simple beauty of the sorcerer. Pristine skin like virginal porcelain that, despite his true age, still gives way under your touch as your fingers skim across his left cheek. They trail down his nose, noting how its slenderness adds to his deceivingly dainty appearance. Finally, they fall to his svelte lips, always upturned with a knowing smile, but now parted as he waits for an answer with bated breath. 

Still, you end up glancing back at his half-lidded eyes. For it has always been his eyes that intrigued you; a premonitory slate blue reminiscent of gray clouds melting into the seawater below as a storm brews beyond the shore. They beckon you like siren to sailor. Will you willingly sink into his depths?

Your thumb brushes along his lower lip as you finally grant him an answer to his question, “I want to see Simeon fuck your pretty little mouth.”  

Solomon’s mouth falls agape with a silent gasp, and you resist the urge to slide your thumb along his tongue. After all, he will be much more of a tantalizing vision when he’s gagging on Simeon’s cock. 

Solomon shakes his head with a smile before looking up at you through his lashes. “You can be quite the minx when it suits you.” 

A weak and breathy laugh escapes Simeon, “You’re just now noticing?”

You scoff playfully, your fist coming to rest on your hip, “I don’t know what either of you are talking about.”  

The two men snicker briefly, laughter dying down as they reorient themselves in the moment. 

Taking hold of Simeon’s hand, you guide it to thread into Solomon’s hair, securing his grasp. The angel surprises you when he begins to caress Solomon fondly, fingers combing his hair back and gently scratching his scalp. The scene makes your heart flutter, beyond elated that you get to share this experience with them.

Solomon begins with a teasing kiss to the tip of Simeon’s cock, tongue teasingly swiping over the searing flesh for a first taste. Simeon’s hand reflexively grips tighter on Solomon’s hair, a muffled whine resonating in the space. 

The ember of your arousal begins to light as you watch Solomon slowly drag his tongue from base to tip. The sorcerer never breaks eye contact with you as he generously allows Simeon’s heavy cock to rest against his cheek, smearing the combined fluid of his saliva and the angel’s arousal on his skin. Simeon’s whines elevate to groans as the sorcerer takes the whole of his tip into his mouth, obscenely sucking on it before releasing it with a wet pop. 

Your hand slowly glides up the exposed skin of your thigh, piling the fabric of your skirt up until your panties are exposed to the warm air. You tease yourself, fingers dipping between your legs with the faintest of touches before disappearing, only to repeat the process. With each new dive, you increase the pressure behind your hand, dragging the soft material of your panties along your clit.

Solomon brings Simeon’s tip into his mouth again, though he now allows his jaw to go slack, sliding further down the angel’s shaft. His hand continues to work what is not in his mouth, and you can feel yourself getting lost as you watch the rhythmic slide of Simeon’s skin between Solomon’s pale fingers.

The pleasure overwhelms Simeon, hips jutting upward at the same time his pressure on the sorcerer’s head increases. Solomon gags, and you fully expect him to pull back, but the sorcerer remains composed, inhaling through his nose.

“F-Fuck, ‘m sorry…” Simeon pants.

When it looks as if Solomon may retreat to reassure the angel, you lean forward and place your hand atop of Simeon’s, forcing the sorcerer to continue his descent. Solomon moans under you, the vibrations sending another shockwave up Simeon’s spine.

You look back at Simeon, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in line, you just enjoy yourself.”

Simeon quietly nods. You don’t really care for quiet.

“Doesn’t he look beautiful like this? Worshipping you?” You taunt. 

Something beyond physical pleasure sparks in Simeon’s body. He’s spent his entire life in reverence to others; to Father, to Michael, to humanity. It never occurred to him that someone might want to gratify him to the same extent. The idea felt salacious, teetering on the edge of blasphemy, but the river of piousness below tempts him. He has only lived to serve, so why must adulation feel so good?

“Y-Yes– gAH–” Simeon whimpers as Solomon bottoms out around his cock. 

Returning to your spot cozied up against Simeon’s side, you hand withdraws from Solomon’s scalp. You finally grant yourself some relief, fingers pushing past the hem of your underwear to greet your soaked lips. Gathering slick on your fingertips, you circle your swelling clit, releasing a pleased sigh. 

Solomon begins to bob his head along Simeon’s shaft, a melody of moans and lasciviously wet slurps rumbling from his throat. No matter the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, the spit drooling down his chin, nor the soreness in his jaw makes him falter. Simeon’s cock pulses deliciously on his tongue and he will not stop until he can kiss the angel’s seed into your hot mouth. 

Simeon’s whimpers grow restless, tired from keeping his tensing thighs and stuttering hips under control. His euphoria is reaching its peak, the pleasure overwhelming as Solomon fondles his balls until their tightening in his grip. The sorcerer hollows his cheeks around the angel's throbbing cock, causing Simeon’s spine to arch as his head falls back against the couch.

“Please, I’m going to– going to– mmmph!” Simeon’s warning is cut short as you shove your drenched fingers into his mouth. His tongue eagerly lathes against your skin, the taste of you finally pushing him over the edge.

Having sensed how close Simeon was, Solomon had pulled off of his cock. Lowering himself closer to the ground, Solomon hurriedly strokes Simeon through his orgasm, the angel’s cum dripping and pooling onto the sorcerer’s waiting tongue. 

Simeon’s body collapses bonelessly against the couch, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You remove your fingers from his mouth before kissing his sweaty temple.

While lovingly gazing at the angel’s blissed-out expression, Solomon’s hand roughly grabs your face and turns your attention to him. Before you can react, the sorcerer has lips on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You groan as you taste the tangy flavor of Simeon’s seed being shared with you. 

Solomon is jittery with pent-up lust as you return his kisses. His hands begin to fumble with his belt, ripping the leather from the loops harsh enough to tear one of them clean off. He reluctantly parts from you, sliding his pants down until his own aching cock springs free. Papers fall off and crumple on the coffee table as he sits on it.

You don’t waste time, removing your panties and tossing them off to the side. Solomon grabs your wrist, tugging you towards him as his other hand fists his cock. Happily you nestle onto his lap, back against his chest as he guides his tip into you. You’re so worked up that he sheathes inside you without resistance, each inch lighting your nerves on fire as he fills you.

Solomon releases a shuddering sigh, trying to stifle the twitch of his hips. His hands move to cup your breasts as he buries his nose into the crux of your shoulder and neck. He doesn’t want to move immediately, instead savoring the way your warmth engulfs him so completely. You reach behind you to thread your fingers in his hair, a subtle inquiry.

“I’m okay,” he whispers against your skin, “It’s just been a while since I’ve held another like this.”

You smile though he can’t see it, understanding the disorienting loneliness that comes with being surrounded by supernatural beings. Though Solomon carries his own immense power, it was something he fought to have; a struggle that those born magic could never fully empathize with. 

Lying your head back against his shoulder, you softly reassure him, “You can hold me anytime you need.”

He turns his head to kiss your cheek, “Can I fuck you anytime as well?”

Solomon always had an uncanny way of bouncing back after a moment of vulnerability, one that normally concerns you, but you elect to ignore it for the time being. You’ll talk to him about his feelings during a time his cock isn’t splitting you in half.

“Ooh! You should sneak into the House of Lamentation! Won’t the thrill of being caught be exciting?”

The sorcerer laughs before gently spanking the outside of your thigh, “Minx.”

“Making plans without me?” Simeon asks, steadying himself as he scoots to the edge of the couch cushion. Having tucked his cock back into his pants, the angel removes his gloves, setting them off to the side. 

“We’d be caught in an instant Simeon, you’re very vocal,” you tease.

The angel stutters, the heat crawling its way back onto his skin. 

You giggle, nudging his leg with your foot, “Never said I didn’t like it.”

Simeon clears his throat, hands taking hold of your knees and spreading your legs wider. “Let’s see how well you do then, hmm?”

You go to answer but a quick thrust of Solomon’s hips turns your words into a whine, which both men chuckle at. 

Solomon sets a steady, yet unhurried, pace, his hips leisurely rolling into you as Simeon refuses to let your thighs clench together. The angel’s eyes are focused on where Solomon’s cock slides in and out of your sopping core. Your breathless whimpers, Solomon’s raspy groans, and the wet slap of his cock sinking into you create a symphony in the room. 

One of Simeon’s hands slides up your thigh and to your core. Hesitantly, the angel presses his thumb against your clit, experimentally circling the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes– right there!” You gasp, thighs tensing as you clench around Solomon. The sorcerer mutters his own string of curses in a language you can’t identify, hips faltering at the feeling of your walls milking his cock.

Simeon watches as slick weeps from your sex, throat becoming parched as he remembers the taste of you on your fingers. The angel slips down to his knees despite the tight space between the couch and the coffee table. He centers himself between your spread legs, the other hand remaining on your knee now gripping your hip. 

Lips replace thumb as Simeon greedily sucks on your clit, moaning at the taste on his tongue once again. You keen at the sensations of his warm mouth venerating your body, free hand falling to grasp at his hair and keep him close to you. His tongue descends through your folds, teasing the underside of Solomon’s shaft in the process. 

It becomes too much for the sorcerer. He angles your bodies slightly forward as the feeling of his climax overwhelms him, hands still desperately holding you to him. Heated ropes of his seed fill your cunt, Solomon choking out a sob as he gives you everything he has. 

Cum starts to spill past where you two remain joined, dribbling down Solomon’s balls. Simeon dutifully begins to clean up the spend with kitten licks to the sorcerer’s sensitive flesh, causing Solomon to hiss in pleasure.

Simeon then carefully removes Solomon’s softening cock from you. His mouth returns to your cunt, tongue sinking into your entrance to lap at the sorcerer’s seed.

Another overwhelming shudder racks through your body, “S-Simeon! Do– N’T stooop!”

Though exhausted and fucked out, one of Solomon’s hands drops from your breast to tiredly play with your clit. 

Unintelligible cries pour from your lips as the pressure builds inside you. Simeon mercilessly fucks your cunt with his tongue, staring up at you with awe as you shake above him. You desperately chase your peak, grinding your hips against the angel’s lips.

Your peripheral vision fades into stars as your orgasm finally rips through you, heart pounding in your ears. Simeon eagerly downs the combined essence that flows from you, noisily slurping at your cunt.

After a few moments, you have to push the angel’s mouth away from you when you feel the coil begin to tighten again. You don’t think your poor pussy could handle another round. 

You crumple against Solomon, quietly panting while your consciousness slowly returns to you. All of three of you take the time to simply bask in the moment, comfortable in the afterglow of your affection. 

The moment doesn’t last as Asmodeus bursts through the door to Solomon’s room, “Hey, hon! You weren’t answering your texts, so Lucifer sent me to–”

Asmo’s eyes scan over the scene. Even though you’re all mostly clothed and facing away from him, you know there is no way the Avatar of Lust wouldn’t be able to tell what just occurred. The room smells of sex, your discarded panties are in plain view, and Simeon has yet to wipe the wetness from his chin.

The demon scoffs loudly, folding his arms over his chest as he stomps his foot to the ground.

“No fair!! How could you not invite me!?”

[tvfangirladdict]

Rant about all the Bi-Buck Arc hate surfacing.

Made the mistake of scrolling through comments on Instagram surrounding 911 and the cast.

I need to blow off steam, so this is gonna probably start harsh.

While there was so much heartfelt appreciation for Buck's storyline, the negative comments kept stealing my attention. I'm so tired of hearing(reading) that people think the whole show is ruined because two grown men kissed. Like, get the fuck over yourselves already. You don't agree with the relationship, you're just gonna have to deal with it the same we've dealt with Buck and Eddie's half-assed, flat, forced heterosexual relationships for the last 7 years, okay?

They all want to justify their biphobia/homophobia by saying that it's "forced" or it "doesn't make sense," or that they "never saw Buck even hint at it and it's just pandering to fans." Like, bitch, welcome to real life. If you're a real fan of this show, and you watched from the beginning, you know Athena and Michael's marriage ended first thing when he came out as gay. A muscular, "straight", black guy with a wife and two kids who'd been in the closet/denial his whole life, came out to his family, and none of them saw it coming, even if they might have suspected "deep down". This shit happens every day, okay? They're all mad cause "if he was gonna be gay, they should have made him gay from the beginning". Why? So you could form your opinion of him based on who he's attracted to? Why does this bother you so much. You were okay with it when it was Michael and Hen cause you knew from the beginning and they were your token gay characters that you've just learned to "put up with" to appease the rainbow crowd.

And it's not even the ones who are just straight up, like "it's wrong"/"it's a sin"/"it's gross", etc. that bother me the most. It's the "I don't care, you do you, but don't shove it down my throat", people that make me mad. Why is simply witnessing a queer person or relationship "shoving it down your throat"? Y'all realize they exist in real life too, right? Like, personally, I have family, friends, co-workers, bosses, who are all apart of the lgbtq+ community, and I'm from a smaller suburban/rural area of Ohio. Those are just the people in my life who are out. Why is seeing them represented in modern media so bad? This isn't covid, it's not fucking contagious. If it was your brother, your cousin, your best friend, would it be okay then? Both of my brothers have only ever dated women, but if one of them came out and said "hey, I think I might like guys too," I'm not gonna throw a fucking fit and invalidate them by telling them it's not possible because they've only ever dated women. No, I'll thank them for trusting me, and gush to them about boys because I never had a sister to do that with.

Every time I read those comments, all I can think is, you just proved that you're not a safe person to be trusted if someone in your life wants to come out.

Just, how do you give up on an entire show after one kiss? And then claim that you don't have a problem with it? You can't have it both ways. If it didn't matter to you, you wouldn't react so strongly and so negatively to it. 911 and ABC's intention isn't to question your sexuality. You don't have to worry that you're suddenly going to have to kiss Buck too, okay? Chill.

The whole "Buck has only ever slept with women" and "suddenly he's gay" responses are exactly why this storyline is so important. So many people to this day refuse to acknowledge sexualities outside of straight and gay. Why is it always, "made gay"? It doesn't have to be one or the other. It can be both, or neither.

I say this with the experience of having a mom who's still in the "I don't care as long as I don't have to see it" camp. If seeing it upsets you, you've got a problem. If it really doesn't matter and you're cool letting everyone be themselves, seeing two men together should be just as accepted as a man and a women together. Unless you're also saying we need to stop portraying men and women in romantic, sexual relationships together with kissing scenes or more graphic ones, then you can't rule with a double standard. Me and my mom loved watching Teen Wolf together, but any time there was a scene with Danny kissing another guy, she'd get uncomfortable. She even told me once, that she didn't think they should show scenes like that but she wasn't sure why when watching het couples together didn't make her feel the same way.

Safe, sane, and consensual. As long as they follow that, and are happy, why can't you just be happy for them?

If you're old enough to have been following along with this show, you're old enough to know that everyone is different. And life as an adult is about opening yourself up to the outside world and learning about what makes people different. From race to religion to sexuality to nationality and beyond. Your views, beliefs, ideologies, etc, are not the only ones that matter. Getting and giving acceptance goes hand in hand.

I get it to a certain extent. Coming from a different time and all that, but it just means you've had more time to learn. Being stubborn and holding onto what you were brought up in doesn't mean a whole lot to me if you refuse to open your mind up as an adult to look beyond yourself.

Okay, I'm done now. That felt chaotic, but I feel better. If you've made it this far, thanks for coming to my TED talk☺️

[kartoffelstern]

modern day AU

the two most important people in Cora's life - his older brother and the young adult he took care of - are hellbent on hogging all his attention

small snippet under the cut

Cora: bursts into the room Guys, I've got news! Doffy & Law at the kitchen table: *no reaction* Cora: presenting his phone with a pic of Belle-mere I've got a girlfriend! :D Doffy & Law: necks audibly cracking from turning to Cora so fast Doffy: You've got a WHAT. Cora: A girlfriend! I asked her out…uhm, well, actually it was her that asked in the end, I got too nervous Doffy: That one chick from your work? Really? Law: glares And you…said yes? Cora: nods of course! I like her! She's pretty and nice, and she's really tough too! Doffy: Rosi. grips him by the shoulders What the fuck are you talking about, you're way too young for this. Cora: …Doffy, I'm 34. Doffy: waves Yet still inexperienced. So you really think you could handle a woman like that? She'll just walk all over you, use you as a doormat! Cora: What? No, she's really sweet and caring and- Law: I agree with Doflamingo. For once. Doffy & Cora: both look in surprise down at Law What!? Law: Corasan, you should dump her. She doesn't deserve you, Cora: Wait, hold on, wait, wait- Why are you two so against me having a girlfriend? Law: I'm not against you having a grimaces…partner. I just think she's not good enough for you, Corasan. Doffy: What the brat said. grins Trust me, Rosi, I know a maneater when I see one. [he might or might not be thinking about a certain crocodilian lady…] Doffy: And you, my dear baby brother, are NOT cut out to handle that kind of woman Cora: Wh…why are you two teaming up against me all of a sudden!? Law: That's not it, Corasan! We - well, at least I - am concerned about you. Cora: Concerned? Doffy: That bitch is gonna break you, Rosi. Law: nods You don't need a girlfriend at all, Corasan. That's just gonna end in heartbreak. I don't like that. Cora: sighs This is ridiculous. Are you two even listening to yourself? I'm old enough to make my own decisions! I'm an adult!

Law: Yeah, on paper. Cora: Law…frowns Doffy: grins Look, Rosi, nobody knows you better than I do and what I do know is that this woman is gonna make you unhappy. You should just stick with the life of a bachelor, it suits you better. Cora: grumbles Just because that's what you like… Doffy: What was that? I just value my freedom, you see? And you should enjoy yours as well, don't tie yourself down with something as flimsy and fickle as a "relationship". If you need some release just pay for it! Be free and live your life, little bro! Cora: Well, I don't really feel all that free with you two breathing down my neck once I've finally found a cute girl I wanna date! Law: Corasan, I just mean well. Really. So please. hugs Cora and looks up at him with big eyes Dump her. For me. Cora: Nghh…not the puppy eyes…too adorable, can't resist…. Doffy: Rosi, really, dump that bitch hugs Cora and looks up at him as well For me? Pretty please? Cora: You know, it's a lot less cute when it's you who's doing that… Law: Corasan! Doffy: Rosi! Law: Corasan! Doffy: Rosi! Law and Doffy both tug on him, pestering Cora: S-stop! Hey! What's gotten into you two!? Law: Why do you even need someone else!? It's already a chore having to share you with Doflamingo of all people- Corasan, you should just get your own apartment, you don't need to stick with that asshole… Doffy: Rosi, after all that I have done for you? Let you live at my place? Borrow you money? Practically raised you all by myself?? Even let that stupid brat you picked off the streets live with us??? And that's your thanks!? Cora: overwhelmed What do you want me to do!? Split myself up in half!? I'm not living just to please you both! Law & Doffy: silent for a short moment Law: All we're asking is for you too leave her. That's all! Doffy: You should know where you belong. Cora: …sighs Cora: I hate it when you two agree on something. It's the worst. Alright then. I know you two just worry and I appreciate it. I just got together with her and this will be messy, but if it matters so much to you… Law: It does. Cora: …I will break up with her. his expression solemn Happy now? Doffy: grins & throws an arm around Cora That's a good boy! You finally came to your senses! Law: visibly relaxes, even smiles a bit Corasan, thank you. Cora: … [this is by far not the first time he has had to do something like this for the sake of the two]

[callsigndragon]

TASTING THE ASHES | Ch. 8: Family ✍️

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of events in seeing red, mentions of death and murder, mentions of guns, pregnancy stuff, fluffy big bro Jake and a himbo Rooster.

A/N: FINALLY SOME ASH AND ROOSTER INTERACTION WHOOOOO

Important: This story is a sequel of Seeing Red, and there’s a lot of things you’ll miss if you don’t read that series first. Check Seeing Red! Masterlist on pinned.

I don’t tag people, follow @meigalibrary  for notifications!

You wake up earlier than anyone. Actually, you couldn't sleep. There were too many things in your head, impeding you from falling asleep. 

It was a long day. 

When you woke up that morning, you were alone in the world with your babies. 

When you got into bed last night, you had a father, a brother, and the father of your twins all reunited in the same bar. 

It was a really long day.

"You're up." 

Jake enters the room as you turn around on the kitchen stool you've been sitting on for the past hour. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I wanted some milk, but... I didn't want to intrude." You mutter, rubbing your baby bump. 

Jake smiles, opening the fridge and getting the milk. "I make excellent hot chocolate with marshmallows. You want?" 

You smile a bit, nodding. In an instant, he begins making hot chocolate. "I think I'm your big brother now." 

"Never had a brother."

"I never had a sister. Or a family, actually. Until Red came, I was alone. Then I met Mav, Penny and Amelia." He says while taking a mug from the cupboard. 

"But you had parents." You frown when he laughs at your words. "Come on, it can't be that bad. My mom hid who my father was my whole life." 

Jake takes a breath and turns around, looking you dead in the eye. "My father was SJAC's CEO; he murdered my grandpa and my unborn brother; kidnapped my son; pointed a gun to my wife's head while she was pregnant; and my mother tried to kill me when I was a baby." 

You blink, not knowing what to do or say. "...you win." 

"Oh, I know." He chuckles, looking at the inside of the mug. "He's dead now, I can finally live the life I always wanted." 

"Dead?" You feel a cold shiver running down your back. 

"I don't know if I should tell this to a pregnant woman." 

"I'm a wizzo, Jake. I can take it." You protest, rolling your eyes. 

Jake sighs. "Well, we're family now. I don't think we should keep things to ourselves. I'll tell you what happened to my father if you tell me why you didn't tell Rooster you were pregnant." 

"Deal."

"Red killed him to save me."

You freeze, almost certain that Jake can hear the wheels in your head trying to process the information. Red? Your Red? The girl that cried at Disney movies and puppies? That man must have been a fucking nightmare to make her do something like that. You don't really need more information, though. It feels like something she should tell you. 

"I didn't know if I was gonna keep the babies." You admit it; your head is bowed in shame. It's only half the truth, but it's something, at least. "My body, my choice, right?"

"Absolutely. You were alone, pregnant… The father is a guy you've only seen a couple of times. There's no need to be embarrassed." He shrugs, giving you a mug of hot, sweet chocolate with marshmallows. "Careful, it's hot."

"Thank you, Jake." You place your hands around the warm mug, heating your frozen hands.

"So, none of us had a real family until recently. Maybe we can learn what that means. Together." 

“That would be really nice.” You grin, feeling your heart full for the first time in months. You've never had a family of your own. You only had your mom, and while she was the most amazing human ever, loving and caring, sometimes you felt like you were missing things. 

Seeing your brother make you hot chocolate might be one of them. 

He smiles, grabbing another mug. “I’ll make another one before the other pregnant lady comes down here and starts crying because there’s no chocolate for her.” 

You laugh, taking one of the marshmallows out of the mug. “She’s a crier, huh?” 

“I love how different the hormones make her be. It’s like a whole different person. Do you cry?” 

You shake your head. “No, I get angry.” 

“Poor himbo.” 

Before you can ask him who this himbo is, someone rings the doorbell. “Were you expecting anyone?” 

“Mav is supposed to drop by for lunch. Drink the chocolate. I’ll go see who it is.” 

Jake leaves the kitchen, and you, not giving a damn about whoever is on the other side of the door, drink your hot beverage like it's the last thing you’re going to eat in the world. Another thing about pregnancy is that you are always hungry. 

Well, you’re eating for three now. You’re allowed to eat more than normal. 

“Rooster, I’m not letting you inside.” 

“Jake, come on. I need to talk to her!” 

You feel bad for Rooster. Poor guy just woke up one day and discovered that he was going to be a father. And you've been ignoring him ever since because you weren't ready to have this conversation. 

You get up from the chair, pacing around the kitchen while thinking what to do. He did use a condom, he did all he was supposed to do. He was there when you woke up, cuddling with you in his sleep, a content smile adorning his face. He was everything a girl could have asked for in a one night stand. Like everything. Probably one of the best nights of your life but… 

Things were too complicated. He had a light in his eyes that you didn't want to extinguish with your trauma. 

It was better to run away. Avoid the problem. Like it never happened. 

But two small creatures decided to remind you that it did happen. And that you couldn't avoid it forever. 

That you couldn't avoid him forever.

Padding slowly to the main entrance, you see both men arguing. Jake is shaking his head while trying to close the door. Rooster's feet stopping the door. 

"Jake." You mutter, both men freezing at your voice. "Let him in." 

Jake points a finger toward Rooster’s face. "You upset her in any way and I'll kick you out. Is that clear?" 

Rooster nods, clearing his throat. "Absolutely clear." 

The door is open, and Rooster, instead of running inside, stays there, looking at you and your swollen belly. Fear, excitement, and happiness can all be felt in that stare. He's ready to have those babies, even if he doesn't know anything about being a father. 

"Hi," he whispers, moving half a step closer to you, as if he were afraid of you rejecting him again. 

"Hi." You whisper back, rubbing your belly. He follows your hand movement, and you swear you can feel his hand twitching, as if he wanted to be the one doing it. 

"Can we talk?" There's desperation in his words. He's been waiting for hours for you to give him a chance to speak. You nod, moving to the living room, and sit on the big black sofa. 

He sits next to you, leaving space between your bodies so you don't feel overwhelmed. You want to smile at his cute actions. "First of all… I'm sorry that you're pregnant. And correct me if I'm wrong, but we use a condom, right?" 

You snort, understanding why that's his first concern. "Yeah, we did."

"Then I don't get it." 

"Rooster, condoms are effective 98% of the time." He opens his eyes widely, looking at you without blinking. "Wait, you didn’t know that?" 

"No? They should put that on the box!" He protests, running a hand through his hair. 

"It's in the box." 

He stares at you for a second. "Well, then I'm an idiot. But anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'll be there every step of the way. Doctor appointments, taking care of you when you're too big, baby proofing the apartment…"

You smile at his sweet words. He'll be a good father. 

"...even though that will be something to worry about after we get married." 

You turn your head so fast in his direction that you think you've pulled a muscle. "Wait, married?"

He nods, as if getting married were the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah, we should get married. We're going to have babies. It's the right thing to do." 

"Yeah, when you're in love! But we're not in love, Rooster. We barely know each other." 

"Well, we can get to know each other along the way!" He insists. "Look, being a single mom is hard with a baby, but you're gonna have two. You need help, sweetheart."

You glare at him, eyebrows raised. "I'm more than capable of raising two kids on my own. And I'm not alone, I have a family now." 

"I'm part of that family, Ash. Mav is my godfather." 

You groan, covering your face. "Look, Rooster, and now that I keep calling you that because I don't even know your name." 

"It's Bradley." 

"Bradley…Bradshaw?"

"80s were a bad era to have a baby." 

"It's like… Matt Murdock and Peter Parker. Are you a superhero?" You chuckle, covering your mouth. 

Bradley’s body relaxes, chuckling too, and you feel bad for him again. He didn’t ask for this, you were the one who decided to keep the babies, and now he's offering his help the only way he knows how. 

"Sorry, Ash. When my dad got my mom pregnant, they married. I thought I should do the same." He explains, scratching his bearded jaw. He looks better with a beard than with a mustache. 

"It was a different time, Bradley. Things are different. We can raise the kids together without being married." 

"Still… I want you to come live with me until the babies are born. Well, maybe after that. After they're born, one of them will cry and wake up the other, and you can only carry one baby at a time. You'll need help for a while." 

You nod, agreeing with his words. You can't do everything alone. At least, until the babies are a bit older. 

"Do you know… the gender?" 

"Not yet. We can find out on the next appointment." You tell him, grabbing his hand. 

"We?"

"You said you were coming with me to every appointment, right? Are you having cold feet?" 

"NO NO, OBVIOUSLY NO!" He speaks a bit louder than you expect, and as if they have recognized him, one of the babies starts kicking your belly. 

"Oh my god." 

"What, what? Are you okay?" You press his hand against your belly, his warm hand giving you chills. "What do you want me to-"

His mouth forms a silent "o" and glistening eyes glare at you. "They're moving." 

"I think they know who you are." 

Bradley kneels in front of you, both hands on you, pressing his forehead against your round belly. "Hey, babies. It's me, dad. I'm sorry I haven't been here before. But I won't go anywhere now." 

You chuckle at the view, knowing that these babies are being surrounded by love before they're even born.

[annebelle93]

Oi meus horrores! I’m sorry for the one year absence, life’s been hectic in 2022 Brazil. But I thought I might brake the fast with a little fun headcannon as I go through the requests and write then! Thank you so much for the mutuals that came to my private messages to check on me in the long year, you guys are AMAZING! Without further ado

Things my family said with top “The Brothers energy”: Spouse edition!

• Lucifer

Text with a silly selfie while spouse at work: “guess who’ll be half naked eating pizza in bed now” Reply: “For the love of God, please let join you” “Love of god? I thought you were against God” Reply: “listen very carefully because I’ll only say this once, if it means being with half naked you, I am willing to swallow my pride and ask assistance from a vengeful inhuman entity of my dislike.”

• Mammon

Spouse, who is a computer engineer, playing on on-line cassino for fun, after lecturing me not to do it because it is made to make you lose money. “Didn’t you say this Is made to F you up?” Spouse roll eyes and smile confidently. “Maybe you, I’m build different” Loses ridiculously small amount of money. “Welp” throws phone away “time for onlyfans, I guess” “Oh, so you lose money gambling and now I have to sell feet pics?” Looks at me really confused. “What? No, why’d I be sharing your glory with the world? No, I’m doing onlyfans, you’re taking the pictures”

• Levi

Me distracted going through the phone waiting for the pump to fill the gas. “Amor, have you decided yet the song you’ll use in the wedding?” Spouse begins to fidget, look slightly insecure. “I kind of thought of one, but I’m not sure you’ll approve it” remains silent “Go on” “Before you say no, keep an open mind, please! It is a very important song for me, from my childhood, and if you’re willing to pay attention to the lyrics, you’ll see it’s very pretty too!” Plays ‘Dragon Ball Z’ opening song on radio, apprehensive. (The Brazilian version is indeed very well translated and is, overall, a really nice song). “Make sure to write it down, so I won’t forget when talking to the musician” goes back to the phone. “Is that ok with you? You won’t say no?” “Wouldn’t I be a hypocrite if I did? I want to use ‘Howl’s moving castle’, which is a movie, but technically an anime too” Proceeds to hold both my hands with a teary look. “I’m literally building a shrine for you in my closed when I get home”

• Satan

Spouse laying on the floor playing with my cats, trying to lure the calico one (who is very apprehensive of humans) out. “Here, Fionna! Come play with daddy!” “Excuse me, ‘daddy’? These cats are mine, you’re step dad AT MOST” “Babe, love, light of my life” gets up, holding my hands with a fake smile “the moment you said ‘yes’ to me, you are sharing half of your life with me, that includes the cats” “No, but…” “That includes the cats” looks deep into the eyes, with a determined expression “and make no mistake, I am willing to battle you in court for them. I wouldn’t like to, but I am willing to.” Looks at spouse silently “it would be a bloodbath and you know”

• Asmo

Me in front of mirror trying to close a pair of jeans after returning home from carnaval (for those not familiar with Carnaval, it means that I basically spent a whole week walking all over Rio feeding exclusively of fast food and alcohol from 7am to 9 pm, EXCLUSIVELY). “Amor, do you think I’ve put on weight?” “Hell yeah you did!” “Why do you sound so excited?” Replies without missing a single bit, “more ass for me to grab”

• Beel

“Let me just say how happy I am you decided to work out, amor!” Spouse says at lunch “Me too, I’m sleeping better and it’s definitely helping with the anxiety!” “Sure, that too” “Is it because I’m hotter?” “You’ve always been hot” serving a second plate “it because now you’re hungry all of the time and let me be the first one to tell you, your cooking is exquisite when you’re hungry! Also I’m very happy that you’re eating like a human being and not like a little bird”

• Belphie

4 am, me cleaning the bathroom in the middle of a insomnia crisis. Spouse gets up and looks very confused. “What are you doing?” “I don’t know, I’ve been feeling really hyper lately and sleeping kind of feels like a waste of time when I’m hyper.” “No!” Proceeds to grab my hand and drag me to the bed, with an angry expression “in this house we don’t say such heresies”

For those who haven’t seen it, I have a nephews edition right here! I hope you enjoy it!

[sharkdream3421]

King Shark Relationship headcanons (Harley Quinn Version)

The fact that this guy barely has any fanfic about him is just making me want to cry.

Confession:

He was starting to have feelings for you and you treated him as an individual. If he had a problem he felt like he could go to you and ask for your help.

He started to act a little shy around you, and would sometimes stutter.

You found it very adorable.

He wasn't sure how to confess his feelings for you, but you were waiting as you felt the same way about him.

He was calm, polite, and was the most reasonable one out of the team.

He was like your best friend, and you wanted to be more than friends.

You were completely fine with being with a man-shark. You cared about him, and most of the guys in Gotham were not to your liking.

He finally had the will to tell you his feelings. He knew he couldn't keep this up for long as you might have found out eventually.

Half of the team had figured out King had a crush on you. Obviously, they only told King about it and not you as they didn't want to ruin the potential relationship.

King asked if you could both go out of a walk. He said he needed to ask you something important.

You said yes of course. He was your crush after all!

You stood on the shore of the beach. It was evening and the scenery looked absolutely stunning with the bright orange sun setting off in the distance.

He itched the back of his neck shyly, "Y/N, I brought you out here because I have something important to tell you. It's very important to me."

This peaked your curiosity, "What is it Nanaue?"

He grabbed both of your hands and held yours in his.

"Y/N, we've known each other for a year and I felt like we've really connected well. I've been starting to have these feelings stir up inside me. You're just so beautiful, and gorgeous."

King sighed as he continued, "Y/N, I'm in love with you. I know that I'm a shark, and I am technically a prince of a shark kingdom. I just don't want you to regret being in a relationship with me. If only you want to of course."

This was it! Nanaue finally said he had feelings for you!

You smiled as you tightened your grip on his hands. "Nanaue, of course I want to be in a relationship with you! I've been waiting for some time for you to tell me. I'm fine with you being a shark, that's who you are Nanaue. I'll accept everything about you, even the fact that your royal."

King Shark hugged you gently, "Y/N, thank you. Thank you so much. I love you, Y/N. I'll take care of you, and I'll do all that I can to be there for you."

Your foreheads touched lovingly as you looked at him in the eyes. "Nanaue...I love you so much. I'll be there for you too. I promise."

Relationship:

This man is pretty loyal. He will be pretty communicative, and will try to update you on things when he can.

He's told you about his arrangement with Tabitha. He says that he's not in love with her at all and she is more of just a friend.

He can be a little worried at times, but King Shark is committed to your relationship.

He is a big sofite. He loves cuddles, and loves giving you nose kisses.

He can be protective at times, he knows that you can hold your own, but he always worries for your safety. You are the love of his life after all.

You are both there for each other when you both are feeling down. His brothers deaths haunt him and he's worried that he will hurt you too if he goes berserk.

You just calm him and reassure that you know he wouldn't hurt you.

And your right in his berserk personality he doesn't hurt you and is instead VERY protective of you. He will consume anyone who tries to hurt you or goes near you.

You told Nanaue about it and he just blushes with a lot of red appearing on his face.

He is a gamer! You don't mind playing with him, and he always enjoys it when you join the game that he is playing.

You like going swimming together and it's a lot of fun! He will even tease you sometimes.

Shark attack!!! Just kidding he would never hurt you.

He can be such a dork sometimes and it’s super adorable!

Such a wholesome boyfriend King Shark is!

He treasures your relationship and is happy he finally has found a soulmate!

Masterlist

[timemachineyeah]

Watching the latest hbomberguy video. And this Tom guy is making me think of so many people I have met, especially in the entertainment industry. They are a Type. There’s one in Toonmakers Sailor Moon pilot video too. Honestly sometimes Trump comes across this way. Not just men, though I do think it might be more common among cis men. Especially white privileged ones.

But you know them. The ones that lie about cool they are. That can’t help but lie about their own achievements even when the truth is staring them in the face. Like, I can think of half of a dozen I have met over the years in my life. A friend’s brother, an old boss, a teacher at my school who even the staff seemed exhausted of…

People go “that’s narcissism” or “compulsive lying” and listen, I’m not saying there’s not a neurodivergence underlying some of this behavior. Also potentially traumas or a need for introspection and therapy. I’m also not saying there is. This isn’t about that.

This also isn’t about the social/cultural/political environment that might foster the kinds of anxieties or expectations that contribute. I am not seeking to explain or diagnose this pattern of behavior. I don’t care if it’s psychological, sociological, or just being an asshole. That’s not the point.

The point is: it has always made me deeply uncomfortable. Not just angry or manipulated or whatever. But, like, secondhand embarrassment? Firsthand embarrassment? Unsettled in horror movie way? And I used to attribute that solely to, like, it’s desperate for approval, isn’t it? And I was willing to let that be the end of it. But that always felt incomplete.

No, I think the thing that makes me uncomfortable is, it feels like, to me, it feels like they’re daydreaming??? Like they are playing out their fantasy version of their life, the cooler one the rest of us (or, me at least) just privately pretend to have and never share with anyone.

Like who hasn’t listened to a song they love on repeat and pretended they were on stage singing it and pretended it was their song and they wrote it. Like, I do that. Maybe I’m weird. But I think lots of people do that. When I was a teenager I used to fantasize I had a double life when I was on school breaks, working in New Zealand for the Lord of the Rings movies. All the actors and writers were my best friends. And obviously I provided tremendous insight to the project and it really depended on me. But I didn’t tell anyone at school for convoluted daydream reasons.

But like, as much as I can vividly bring back the fine details of that fantasy (and how, while it had been a secret, it wouldn’t be secret any more when all the hottest members of the cast showed up to my school to take me to an awards show with them), this is the first time I’ve ever told anyone else about it, because why the fuck would I?

“I often pretend I am more interesting and important than I really am” is so common as to be dull. And also has a reputation for being childish. And also it’s not cool to want to be cool. And also if you say your wish out loud it can’t come true. But regardless of why, I don’t tell people about my daydreams. And I think that’s true of most people. Rich fantasy lives are common and largely never shared.

But when I watch the people with this particular quirk and feel kind of awful in this visceral way - I think that’s the thing that’s off-putting to me. It feels so private. I recognize myself in the behavior, in that, in my very silly daydreams, I too have done great things and made notable contributions that are far beyond the truth of my life. But to me those things are so secret. They are the most private of private thoughts.

When I watch these people talk, it feels like they are LARPing that same kind of self-indulgent fantasy world, in their real life. And simultaneously I feel like I’m invading someone’s privacy and like they’ve coerced me into something I didn’t agree to. They’ve cast us in their LARP, and they are gonna play out their fantasy version of their life, and made it awkward or dangerous for anyone to ruin it for them.

And so on top of all the many other very good reasons to not enjoy listening to that kind of self-serving lying, I get to hate it for secret bonus reasons of Immense Psychological Discomfort stemming from ???? associations my brain makes with the act of daydreaming ????

[gxrlcinema]

Ok one more cause I like to torture myself 🙃

dear maria, count me in | 🖋

stucky + "I'd do anything for you / kill anyone for you / So leave yourself intact / cause I won't be coming back" (wake up by coheed & cambria)

😭👍

anything for you

tw: depictions of injury, implied torture, vaguely implied homophobia

Bucky knew how this would play out as soon as the three of you woke up in the concrete room, with all of your respective hands chained behind your backs. He knew Steve would be all bravado and protecting the innocent, telling them to eat shit with only his winning all-American smile. He knew you’d be quiet, would keep the fear off your face but not quite manage to hide the tremor from your jaw. 

He knew who’d taken you all and what they wanted. He knew they’d target you, the only one without a super serum. He knew it’d make him and Steve go crazy. 

He knew it’d end like this.

“How far you’ve fallen in just a few years, Soldat,” the asshole who’d taken you all says. 

He’s new; not one of the old handlers or agents from the HYDRA days, just some new prick who thinks he can take Bucky’s body and mind like a toddler grabbing a toy from someone else’s hands.

(Bucky thinks that’s the part that will kill him, sometimes. That they don’t even see it as taking his humanity anymore, just snatching Captain America’s favorite toy.)

“Once so strong you could take down the most powerful men in the world. Now, too weak to save your lover from me.”

The sicko takes your chin in between his grimy fingers, twisting your head so you’re looking at Bucky. There are tears in your eyes, blood on your arms and thighs. Your eyes are half open and still so full of terror that Bucky thinks it might kill him.

The chains around Steve’s wrists rattle. A distraction tactic. Bless Steve’s heart, he’s been trying that trick to get their attention away from you the whole time. He’s been beaten too, the evidence of a skull-shattering blow now barely a bruise on his temple. 

Evil villain man smirks and stalks over to the former Captain America. “And your best friend too, Soldat. How could you just sit there and watch as your brother in arms is beaten?”

“Just to be clear,” Bucky spits, “he’s my lover too.”

Villain man seems to be genuinely taken aback. He looks down at Steve. Steve smiles, still just as charming as it was hours ago. Bucky tries not to wince at the blood on his teeth. 

“Are you really going to let-” villain cuts another look at Steve “-both your lovers suffer, Soldat?”

And there it is. The offer of relative safety for the two most important people in Bucky’s life. In exchange for the most horrific, vile, humiliating things this guy wants out of Bucky.

“What’s your offer?” Bucky asks, just trying to get this over with. He resolutely ignores the stiffening of Steve’s posture, the sharp intake of your breath. 

“You serve me as the Winter Soldier.” The man says. Well, at least he cuts to the chase. “I know the Wakandans have removed your override commands, but you can still give your service. In exchange, Captain Rogers and your lady friend are treated well and kept alive.”

“I have a name, asshole,” you mutter. 

Steve thrashes against his chains. “Don’t do it Buck.”

“No deal,” Bucky says, sending you and Steve a quick “shut up” look. His gut swoops with guilt when the two of you sag with relief.  “I give in, they both walk.”

Steve’s thrashing starts again. Your head snaps up, wide eyes trained on Bucky. 

“Ah,” Villain sucks on his teeth, “I can not do that, Soldat. I need some sort of insurance that you won’t just run away. You understand, of course.”

A sarcastic smile stretches Bucky’s lips. “Of course.”

He takes a breath, looks at both his partners. They wear matching expressions of fear, of worry. He drops his head, shuts his eyes. Then snaps back up.

“Y/n walks. That’s non-negotiable.” 

You shake your head, a faint whisper of “Bucky no” falling from your cracked lips. 

“Steve-” Bucky looks over at his best friend, his first love. Steve thrashes against the chains again, cheeks already pink with rage and the pressure of oncoming tears. “Steve goes home, but with surveillance. That way you can be sure he’s not involving any former colleagues.”

Villain asshole actually strokes his chin at the thought. Jesus, Bucky’s about to be an indentured servant to a fuckin’ cartoon villain. 

“And you?”

“Do anything you want.” Bucky notices, faintly, that his hands are shaking. “As long as they’re safe.”

Villain thinks on it for a moment while you and Steve desperately thrash against your chains. 

“Deal,” he announces.

The chains around Bucky’s wrists release instantly. 

“Come now, Soldat.”

Bucky stands and walks towards the door to the cell.

“Don’t do this Bucky, c’mon!” Steve’s face is wet and furious. That’s Bucky’s Steve - never knows when to stay down.

“Bucky we can find another way, okay. A couple bruises aren’t worth losing everything you’ve worked for!” 

Bucky stops at your words. He walks over to you, gently cups your bruised cheek in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart. When are you gonna learn that I’d do anything for the two of you?”

Tears threaten his eyes but the last thing any of you need is him crying. He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before turning to Steve.

“Stay out of trouble, alright punk?”

Steve is still thrashing when Bucky kisses him on the forehead. 

“Bucky, no! Stop! It doesn’t have to be like this, I- I can’t lose you again!” Steve yells as Bucky makes his way to the door.

He freezes, but doesn’t turn back. 

“Soldat,” the asshole who’d kidnapped you says.

“Gotov vypolnit',” the Winter Soldier responds.

Ready to comply.

[taliesin-the-bored]

for the ask game, 💚💛😤🗡️ !!!

I started writing this and realized that my quest/story arc answer could also work for the sibling dynamic one and vice versa, so the first two are both for both.

I’m very fond of The Story of the Crop-Eared Dog—which is to Arthurian lit what Lilly Onakuramara is to the Barden Bellas, only less important—and its weird anticlimax in which the sidekick shows up and reveals that he’s achieved their key goals by killing a vast number of people, including all of the naked monks on the Island of Naked Monks, then defeating but sparing the main antagonist. (The antagonist—the Knight of the Lantern, henceforth known as Lanny—is Alastrann’s—the sidekick’s—younger half-brother. Alastrann’s earlier speeches concerning Lanny can be briefly summarized as, “My baby brother is sooo talented and amazing, but he destroys everything he touches, so I’m going to kill all his friends and steal his stuff and hope that solves the issue.” Somehow, this works). There’s a lot more to unpack there, but it’s a complicated mess. A charming complicated mess.

Arthur’s sudden ascent to greatness, and the barriers that likely creates between the (formerly unwitting) foster brothers, has its own sort of pathos, but their dynamic in Cullwch and Olwen is heartbreaking and seems to get overlooked. (They aren’t referred to as brothers or foster brothers there, but I’ll count it anyway). They have a falling out over an extemporaneous song with which Arthur ridicules Cai’s tactics on a specific killing errand. It might be meant as a joke, but it angers Cai so much that he leaves, never to return or aid Arthur again. The twist is this: it’s already been said that when Cai is killed, Arthur avenges him by killing not only his killer but also his killer’s brothers. Arthur’s vengeance is brutal and unfair and a mark of extreme grief; clearly, he never stopped caring about his friend/brother, even though he was never able to make up with him in life. 

Your Most Specific Nitpick About Your Fave (anything from "Gareth would not have a beard" to "this is basically a different guy"):

One of my faves is Dinadan, and an adaptational/fandom nitpick of mine is when he gets shipped with random people. I personally headcanon him as aroace. There are some texts where I can understand reading him as being gay and having feelings for Tristan, but writing about, say, him and Mordred makes no sense to me and I find it aggravating. Aroaces (and aspec people in general) have such little representation as it is.

Who Are You Betting On In This Month's Tournament?

Assuming that Lanny is out of town, I’ll place a small bet on Dinadan. He doesn’t win often, so I could get great odds for him, and when he does win, it’s very funny. I also really like Dinadan.

[sol-consort]

Greetings Shepard Commander or would it be Pathfinder Ryder?

How are you doing and/or how has this week been going? What ever you feel comfortable sharing?

I've claimed a paracetamol pill as my personal desk pet because I got too attached to throw it out. I pet it on occasion.

It's the end of the day, one hour away from my bedtime and fuck I am so tired and exhausted and sleepy. You really just wake up tired one day as an adult, and stay this way for the rest of your life, huh?

I've written a bit today, working on the salarian hug post and polished the Thane fic a bit more. By "writting" I mean debated for half an hour if I should make it a female salarian since I made the krogan a male to balance things out.

Which led to a looking up info about salarians and finding out their population is 90% males, leading to females having only the most important jobs. Also that Andromeda throws a bowling ball at the delicate champagne glasses tower that is the mass effect word building by making a single salarian woman work in a warehouse.

How their population stay alive, you ask? Their females birth clutches of eggs.

I decided to make it a guy in the end, might make the turian a woman then. Drell def guy bc I don't know what female drell are. Or maybe make it all guys? I want there to be a balance but I don't want to force it when I really wanted to write a guy so ehh.

I try not to talk about my writing process too much, it muddies up the final product. It's like magicians refusing to give up the secrets to their tricks. It's a very messy and clumsy process here back at the writing kitchens and I rather you think the finished piece was definitely well-thought out and made by a sane person.

Anyway so back to my pet pill.

I was cleaning my desk and apparently a pill fell out of a paracetamol sheet that I didn't notice until the next day. It's been open too long so it's contaminated by now and shouldn't be consumed. I was about to throw it away but I stopped and stared.

It's so...adorable?

The endearing oval shape, the lovely white colour. Flawless like a sheet of paper or a white daisy in a field. How much these little pills helped me through headaches. The cute cut in the middle of the pill to help you split it.

I have a vivid memory of the first time I have ever took paracetamol. I was young, around 7 years old and I had this migrane that wouldn't go away thanks to my dad passing me the genes.

My brother who was studying in med school at the time, gave me half a pill. I didn't know how to swallow pills yet, I choked on the first one and spit it out, only by the second time did I manage to get it down with so much water.

Look at me now, so used to meds I easily swallow 3 at a time with a small sip of juice through a straw. Sometimes down them with monster energy.

Anyway, so I took the half pill, which must have been like what? 250mg? If not less, because he might have just given me one quarter of a pill. 20 minutes later I'm fully out, slept through the entire day.

My blood was so pure back then, and resistance low. It was a fond memory, I got many headaches as a kid but I always suffered through them with a brave face and that was the first time I realised something as small as a couple grains of rice can bring so much relief.

I still suffer through the headaches, I try not to depend on pain killers too much since I don't want to build up an immunity and have to move on to stronger ones. I keep a balance yk? But today was unbearable and I gave in.

So that memory flashed through me when I saw that stray pill on the desk. I'll keep it there just to look at it, it feels like a friend.

I've been reading about the medicine and its history. Apparently, it targets different pain receivers than Ibuprofen, so the two of them could be used together for better pain relief. Also,

But it was very different at first and even toxic! It literally choked your body tissue cells by preventing the hemoglobin from binding oxygen and causing cyanosis. It was known as Antifebrin.

So, in 1877, it was officially synthesised as paracetamol, but it was only during 1887 that it was used on humans by Joseph von Mering.

funfact, to prevent your cells from choking out, all your body cells must be at least within 100 micrometers of a blood vessel for their oxygen to be delivered in time.

Funfact. This info is qouted directly from my memory and I'm currently factchecking it to try and find If it's actually accurate but no relevant results so far.

Funfact. Okay, I found this research paper that actually goes in depth about this and supports my funfact.

Also your red blood cells do not require oxygen! The only body cells that don't need oxygen are the same ones delivering it. HA.

Cells are the same size right? So an ant and a human have the same size cells, just different amounts. Correct so far.

So the thing with cancer is, it happens by probability. All of us get cancer multiple times a day and our immune systems take care of it. It's only dangerous when it slips by long enough to become a tumor.

Now, based on the laws of probability, the more cells the higher risk of an error in cell division aka the higher the cancer risk? Right?

Wrong.

For some fucking reason, bigger animals than us with so many more cells, have very very veryyyy low cancer rates when they shouldn't. Take elephants or whales for example. Something in their genes either overcame the cell division error prone OR made their immune system much better at detecting stray cells that refuse to self destruct.

Analysing elephant genomes like TP53 gene showed that elephants developed a suppresser to stop damaged cells from dividing and ending the hydra before it could grow another head. As side effects, it lead to elephants having more cell deaths and low DNA repair mechanisms.

Elcors come to mind. Is the fact they still communicate by phormones rather than sounds related to some bargaining chip they had to cash in order to accommodate for their big sizes? Like we humans, paid a shit tone of gene money and got in gene debt for our brains that took so many years to pay off. That's why only the homosapians are left.

Where did the elcor genomes cash in all the saved up unused evolution points? And how did they exactly evolve to be self aware when most animals with their line of evolution end up as herd animals with survival and procreation as their only goal? Was it a mutation that lucked out or did natural evolution actually saw it benfical for them to develop self awareness in order to survive?

Are elcor just immune to all diseases, maybe? Do they have an especially naturally high success birth rate without the need for surgery or medical intervention? Are their stomach biomes simply superior, and they never get stomaches?

And why do Krogans have tails?

Okay, I'm going off topic.

What was the main topic?

Ah yes me.

Uh.

I really appreciate you btw, and the way you refer to me as "commander Shepard" in these asks.

The first time it happened, I was caught off guard and I loved it so much I didn't want to answer the ask because it meant I won't be able to see it in my inbox anymore. I wanted to keep a copy and frame it just to save my happiness, I was literally this picture.

Fjowjfkwsb

It's just so?????? Validating? Like YES I AM COMMANDWR SHEPAPRD YES THANKS JDQKJD <333

Then it happened a second time and I was oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!♡!!♡♡♡♡♡

It's been a while since you dropped by so It completely left my mind. I opened my asks yesterday and I saw this and AAAAAA i love you so much.

Like for I moment I was like twirling my hair and giggling. Especially the addition of Ryder at the end. dude I am saving this ask. I've been opening my inbox just to look at it and feel happy. Like you noticed that I'm playing andromeda now? Kdjqojdakndos <33

Oh and I've been playing helldivers 2 lately! It's so much better than I expected. I never imagined a day would come where I'd willingly touch a coop fps, nor the day where I don't suck at fps. Dude all i knew before mass effect was far cry 4 and even then I used a bow! Dude I am not built for fps bc honestly mass effect is not the training you think it is. I played with a controller.

And yet...I'm actually good. It's like legit good! I am useful and my aim is good and I've helped people so many times. Plus, I have more to show up for than just aim like attention to details plus support capabilities, so I'm great in teams. At this rate, I might get deep rock galatic and join the public servers without fear of having shit aim while playing with strangers.

It feels...nice. Weird but nice. Almost like I'm invading someone else's community, even in mass effect I feel like I'm an outisder and it shows yk? Something in me just seems off in comparison to the rest of the community...but I want to stay and I want to keep writing for it. I want to keep trying even if no one is there because I genuinely love it. The mass effect universe and I'm starting to love shooter games.

I played moba like league a lot, I have experience with toxic coop so nothing fps games throw at me could compare.

I'm

I will carve myself a place in this fandom if I have to.

For every vent post I share, 10 go to drafts and 50 end up unwritten. There is so much emotions and I care more about reception to my writing than I let on. I read every reblog and post, I notice everything. I compare the numbers always.

I wish I cared less. I wish I cared like you guys cared. You all seem so happy, so unaffected. Do you just not show it, or is this your reality?

Anyway.

I'm better now anon. I was worse before I wrote this, and now I'm much better. Thank you for this chance. I can't repay your kindness, I just hope life gives it back to you in some way soon.

My mom's birthday is soon, I'm preparing for it. I'm a little sad because I bought her handmade knitted flowers, a full bouquet of them in her favourite colour. And she loves knitting but can't anymore. I thought she'd love them but she didn't, my plan was to buy her a bouquet every major celebration until the house is full of them. I don't know how to knit but, it stings less that it's not me who made them at least.

And the page had very cute knitted dolls! I might order one for myself. They make it by hand and sent me pictures of the wool before they made it, their prices is too good too! Like knitting is super hard and time consuming, yet they sell it as the same price as regular flowers? They should charge more for it, I was prepared to pay much more, double their asking price even because I understand the luxury of handmade stuff.

I refunded a steam game recently because fanatical added it in a bundle and it's cheaper there. It's the third game I refunded this week yet steam were very understanding! It's a nice surprise.

I want to write more but I don't have the time or energy. I'm afraid I'll lose my readers attention. I also feel guilty whenever I see my regulars reblogging and liking older posts because it meant they came to my blog looking for updates and found nothing so they reread past stuff instead.

Oh and I wanted to name my ship in helldivers 2 after destiny ascension :( they didn't let me :(

It was either dream of destiny or song of peace so I went with song of peace.

To DELIVER PEACE WITH MY SHOTGUN RIFLE YEEHAW THAT'S TRUE DIPLOMACY BABBYY.

I got stuck under the map once, good times, good times.

It took me 2 hours to write this. Most of the time was spent factchecking the information I claimed above but still.

I'll go sleep, listen to some music. Fkhwkfns look at my title as commander shepard in you ask again and listen to some music while imagining fake scenarios where I am commander Shepard and I WIN!

I hope you sleep well anon! Take care of your.

[wellbehavedyeti]

Extra Baggage

Tabletop orc OC’s collide  Thrug/Zeke (Zeke belongs to @axelwarriorvs )

Thrug gets world flipping news and Zeke makes sure he doesn’t fall off the planet. Things get spicy.

“You have to come with me!”

“Pardon?” “To this lunch thing…”

Thrug gestured wildly leaving Zeke to stare at him, bewildered. Or as bewildered as Zeke cared to look. 

“This is a weird way to ask me out but A for effort.”

The withering stare might have had more of an effect if it weren’t for the bright shade of red that bloomed around Thrug’s ears and reached down around his nose. Zeke’s confident smirk only marking his satisfaction of, in his mind, a job well done. 

“I’m serious!,” he continued, taking a seat opposite of Zeke with a huff, “This guy could be trouble, dangerous even.” “So don’t go,” Zeke said plainly, glancing at Thrug over the edge of his glasses.

“But what if he’s telling the truth!?” 

“Statistically improbable, but not impossible.”

Improbable indeed, Thrug thought. It was also improbable that a half-orc who was even bigger than Zeke in every conceivable way (presumably) wandering around town shouting Thrug’s birth name at the top of his lungs. Which is exactly what happened, nearly getting said half-orc arrested after he was asked by authorities to stop and threatened to snap one of them in half. And by either his own bad luck or the stranger’s good fortune, Thrug not only heard this happen but was able to convince the authorities to ease up and leave him alone until he could figure out why the hell this man was here.

As it turned out, the man’s name was Brendan, and he was looking for Thrug because apparently they were brothers. Half-brothers, as a matter of fact. Followed by a whole tirade of words that Thrug could not remember because at that moment he had blacked out. White noise had filled his head while flashes of a life he’d rather forget came out of doorways long since closed and thought locked forever. Anger rose like bile, choking his response in his throat. For his part, what the larger orc lacked in apparent sense of direction he made up for in reading the room. He offered Thrug a card for the hotel he was staying at with his room number to contact him and invited him for sandwiches someplace. The whole thing was dizzying, even now in the gentle warmth of their room. 

A warmth that became a roaring heat as thick hands laid upon his shoulders and traveled down his body, leaving trails of fire over his skin. His eyes opened reluctantly against the brightness, but as focus found them they fell upon the face of the man above him. Zeke stared back down at him with the same intense gaze he wore when he was deep in a book. Thrug let out the breath he’d been holding, reaching up to touch the powerful arms that worked his flesh. Rougher fingers by far traveled up and held onto Zeke, whose eyes darted downward, back towards Thrug’s. Sets of amber locked in a moment, deafeningly loud in its silence and heavy with a need for touch. After what seemed like hours, his hand caught Zeke’s in the trail of little hairs below his navel. 

“Come with me?” his voice quiet against the sunlight dust. 

Zeke frowned slightly, but didn't pull away. “I don’t know…”

Thrug’s hand traveled up the arm against his body to Zeke’s neck, pulling him down gently until their lips met. They stayed like that until air was once again important and barely parted, staring once again. Only the druid was grinning slightly, certain in his victory as it was Zeke’s turn to shift a shade of the most beautiful red color Thrug had ever seen. His lover could dish, but he couldn’t take it. 

“Fine,” Zeke replied, slightly short of breath, “But I’m borrowing your v-neck.” “But it doesn’t fit…?”

“Exactly.” 

Thrug chuckled at the new smirk on Zeke’s face as he stood. It was to be a game for them, then. Hardly something the druid could complain about as one arm wound around the other’s neck and his hand traveled down a wall of defiant muscle until it found his core. Soft and plaint at first but quickly changing as he tugged gently, leading Zeke back towards the bed and cushions by his sex. “Deal.”

[meeeeeeese]

1, 7, 16 for Rugan and Falx! (@commanderhorncleaver)

Who do they look up to?

Rugan thinks for a moment "well, that's an interesting question. If you'd asked me earlier in my life I'd have a plethora of different answers, like Sieran, Trahearne, even Rytlock at one point!" He barks out a laugh at his last suggestion "don't get me wrong, I love the guy but, I guess he's a lot more… on my level now, you know? If I had to pick someone now… maybe Taimi. She's a hell of a resilient kid and I can respect that."

"Who do I look up to? Phht, like there's anyone greater than me." Falx pauses, a rare and brief look of introspection crosses his face "well I guess my sire's pretty great" He holds up an armoured paw, showing off a glowing mechanical gauntlet that hums with power "He made me my power suit you know? He gets how great I am!"

Any family scandals? Does your character know about them?

i'll answer this one combining them and out of character since they're both part of the same family and can't really answer about things they don't know. This one hasn't 'erupted' yet and neither of them know about it, but Falx has a half-brother that neither he nor Rugan know about. It all came about during Rugan's stay with the olmakhan where, well, there's only so much to do at night on the sandswept isles. And as the tall, handsome foreigner who'd saved the village, he got a lot of interest from the local charr. He ended up producing a cub, but he'd left to fight Joko before having the chance to find out he was going to be a father. Rox is really the only one in Rugan's circle of friends that has any idea, given that shes seeing a suspiciously familiar looking cub waddling around Althoma. Nothings come of it so far, but it'll likely cause drama in the future

What is the most romantic thing someone has done for them?

Rugan gets a wistful look in eyes as he thinks back, "well, lets see… It was a while ago, before I got into the whole dragonslaying business. I'd gone to the scrapyard to pick up some scrap, I was a lot less cautious back then and got ambushed by a pack of oozes lurking amid the scrap." His nose wrinkles as he recalls the smell "Word of advice, if an ooze gets on you, scrap it off before you do anything to puncture the outer membrane. I didn't know that back then and got dead ooze gunk all over my fur, worse still, it was the middle of summer so by the time I got back to the barracks it was all baked in. I felt terrible and smelled worse than a rotting devourer, I was sitting in my bunk psyching myself up for the worst grooming session of my life when my mate at the time, a guy named Howl, found me. He was planning on spending the afternoon at the bane for a sparring session but he stayed behind and instead spent the afternoon helping me get all the gunk off. Maybe it wasn't the grandest gesture but, it was sweet of him to do that and, not gonna lie, being groomed by him was pretty hot too."

A smirk crosses Falx's face "Ha, well I've had a lot of people try to date me, and I can understand why, even if most of them don't meet my standards. Some of them even try some big gesture to get me to go out with them! I think the most "romantic"" he says while making exaggerated air quotes, "thing was someone, I forget her name, sending a poem along with a platter of meat pies to express her love. i might have gone for her, if she'd been of higher rank but as it stood she just wasn't nearly important enough for me to care"

[jaynnie-jane]

Today I have been trying to radically accept where I am at. I'm trying to qork out which parts are me, which parts are fear and which parts are hurt. Awareness is such an important part of that, being truly and painfully aware of what my life is has to be the first step.

Six months ago the person I percieved to be my partner dramatically changed. It may seem unfair to count it as a dramatic change but the change is dramatic because of what it means for me.

I realised that I never mourned the loss of that person or the life we could have had together.

What I did do was spend 4 months denying, barganning, being angry and being sad that the person infront of me wasnt the person I had loved for two and a half years.

So really, I did go through the stages of grief but I didn't think of it as mourning their loss.

I'm quite aware of the stages of grief when going through a somewhat clean breakup, I know the things I need to accept the loss of.

The last six months.. I didn't think about it like that. Instead I kept looking at the guy infront of me, this guy that loved me more than he thought possible and I kept telling him in one way or another "I prefer your dead brother but don't leave me".

Fuck me that's horrible!

The damage we did to eachother. The constant "I will love you if you are someone else" on both sides.

We were so afraid to walk away so we didnt give each other the space we need when we loose a loved one. We just kept asking each other to fix the hurt and in the process hurt each other more.

----

After re-writing the first paragraph of this I am reminded to be kind to myself. I wrote that part of acceptance is awareness and in those early months that wasn't possible as he tried so desperately to protect me from... well essentially losing the person I had loved for two years and losing the life I thought we might have had.

So now, I will finally mindfully mourn that loss. I loved you more than I thought possible. You gave me the space I needed to feel like myself. While it wasn't all roses it was damned good, most of the time. Despite my constant sickness I will always remember Lisbon with fondness.

Thank you for your encouragement for me to be more. Thank you for your patience when I was overwhelmed. Thank you for reassuring me when I doubted myself. Thank you for your excitement to share your life with me. Thank you for wanting to spend so much time with me. Thank you for trusting me with your struggles, even when it was painful that at first I didn't understand. Thank you for accepting me as I am. I love you. Goodbye.

[howuart]

HELLO IT IS ME DOUBLE LIFE ANON BACK AFTER LIKE A WEEK OF DISSAPPEARANCE. I AM SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG BUT I COME BEARING HEADCANONS.

also, sorry for getting third life and last life mixed around! AND for forgetting about the boogeyman in L.L. that's like one of the coolest/most important things about it and i just straight up forgot lol :,). shoutouts to that one person in the notes section of my first ask for correcting me!!

ANYWAYS, onto some ideas i had for the soulbound au (im kinda smushing together Third Life, Last Life, and Double Life for a super fun funky experience) im only really gonna be talking about nya & zane, kai & pixal, and lloyd & morro bc those the only soulbounds of which you are 100% sure of

edit: quick interjection as im like 40 mins into writing this to say idrk how far you are in the show, but theres some s8 spoilers in the latter half of the kai and pixal section, so please be careful of that!!

• i think that whenever you're in the presence of your soul bound, just know somethings up. its like a weird feeling you have. and whenever you see them or they see you, you both realize 'oh hey were bound arent we? cool!'

• ^ or not cool depending on your opinion of your sb (looks at morro and lloyd)

anyways, nya and zane!!

• i think these two had a really funny first meeting. the ninja obviously first met nya when they were rescuing her, and i cant help but laugh at the idea of nya brushing right past her brother and the guy who obviously wants to hit on her to go talk to the quiet guy whos just looking at her, amazed.

• they obviously told the others what was happening like 5 seconds later, but those were a VERY confusing 5 seconds. especially for kai

• they are (to me, at least) the perfect definition of a platonic soulbound. i feel like interviewers would go up to nya and be like

• "so we've heard that you're soulbound to one of the other ninja! just between you and me, is it jay or cole? or is it a familial bond with kai?" and NO ONE believes her when she says its zane. IF she even tells them. she might not even answer those kinda questions tbh

• whenever zane dies every other season, she knows he's not REALLY dead. wouldn't she be dead then, too?

• i feel like that adds a whole other layer to Zanes season 3 sacrifice, cause he'd know he'd be taking nya down with him, yet i am FAR too mentally unstable over the thought of that to get into it <3<3

okay, kai and pix time!!

• start-of-season-3-kai, who just finished reprimanding a 6 year old for shoving gum up their nose, seeing this techy nindroid walk out and suddenly Getting It: O h

• instead of zane being pixals sentience-awakening, i believe her seeing kai for the first time would shake her.

• Pixal, upon realizing her soulbound is the elemental master of fire: THAT'S WHY I OVERHEAT ALL THE TIME???

• as for their dynamic. c'mon. we saw how they were in the car scene. kai is unhinged and pixal has him on a child leash

• HOWEVER Kai has proven to be very smart multiple times in the show, and pix would 100% go to him to ask questions she doesn't under the solution to. most of the time he doesn't know either, but be occasionally does!

• their dynamic (again, to me personally) could either be platonic or romantic? kai is the typa guy to just casually flirt with his friends, and as we saw from that one s8 scene with Pixal and lloyd, pix sometimes does that, too!

• overall i think these two would be very healthy and kai would be ECSTATIC when pix gets her body back as samuri x. 100% would hug the life out of her

okay. fluff over. now onto the disaster that is lloyd and morro as soulbounds

• when lloyd first walked into the muesuem and saw the (possessed) nightguard, he knew something was.. off.

• he didn't get that floaty feeling that the others described when they found their soulbound, but he did feel. something.

• morro felt the exact same thing, but he refused to acknowledge it. why would he? the thought of him and Lloyd, the Green Ninja, being soulbound is so preposterous that it's almost funny

• then, whenever morro jumps out of the nightguards body, there's a horrifying moment where he realizes what's going on

• lloyd, not knowing the extent of Morro's villainy, is super excited!! he found him, his soulbound! the person that'll be by his side through it all!! yeah, he's a ghost, so that's a little weird, but who cares? he found him!!

• then possession happens. then the the rest of the season happens.

• a remorseful and tentatively redeemed morro, knowing that if he lets himself drown he'll kill lloyd in the process, ruefully takes his masters hand

• he's around. he's not really a part of the group. he's just there to make sure he's not why lloyd suddenly dies

• morro'd 100% protect lloyd if he was ever in a life or death situation. he'd say he did it to protect himself, but that's a lie

• after Lloyd processed everything that morro put him through, he might try to reach out? like it or not, and trust me; they both HATE IT, they're soulbound

• would take a long, painstaking, heartwrenching journey, but they might be able to be proper soulbounds. after a long, long time

• maybe.

• ...they're 1000% a power duo tho. working together, they could kick your ass blindfolded while bound and gagged to a chair

OKAY THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW. well. this is all im putting down for now. ive been writing this 4 like an hour and am terrified of tumblr crashing mid-submisson, but i have more (general) headcanons if you'd like to hear them :)

Don't worry about spoilers I know everything, well except crystalized I don't want to be spoiled for that. And also HI! I missed you anon!

yeah like first you see them and it's just like sparkles all around and then eye contact and you rush at each other and just start chatting! Like for Nya and Zane nya just jumps off the Dragon while Kai's about to explain his plan and she just goes to the and they both yell 'YOU!' with so much excitement that it just confuses Kai. Jay's just heart broken she likes Zane??? like he loves zane and all but zane?? really. and then they're just like this is my soul bound!! and Kai's super happy for his sis but he's like 'sis gtg save wu common have fun soon' and Jay's happy he's still got a chance! plus Zane's helping him.

yeah Nya doesn't give the interviewers much ground just like 'yeah the rumors are true but like I"m telling you who' and just leaves it at that.

Yeah Every time Zane dies she just like no he's still here, I have a few sketch Ideas I'll get to soon. and season 4 is different cause they know he's alive so while they hold a memorial for the people but they also promise to find him.

So the beginning of season 4 lloyd's still gonna get them all but they're all looking for Zane and Kai's looking for both Zane and Pixal cause he know's something happened to her but hasn't gotten to telling the others yet, been busy looking for them.

So lloyd gets everyone cause he got a lead, Chen's invitation. And he shows them told to only tell the other elemental masters. Garmadon still figures out though.

And the rest of the season is mostly the same but when they find Zane Kai's like 'pix??" Cause he can feel her even though she's not quite there, no body and all.

Nya ATTACKS Zane when they see each other during the fight, and freaks when he goes missing not long later, 'I just got that idiot back!" Kai's also worried about PIxal but less cause 'she's smart she knows her limits... I hope'

And I just realized both Smith's are gonna be with Zane a lot since pix is in him so they are just a trio (quartet) you see together a lot.

Right! like Kai even right after zane's staring at her cause he got stuck in the door lol just pushes him and like zane and Nya just kinda yells "You!?" and pix stares back in shock like I'm a robot I dont' get a soul bound right???

And they chat for a bit and then they split cause she's busy and Kai has to go see borg, they promise to talk when they get back.

Zane's probably a bit jealous at this.

And when she's evil kai doesn't like it and Jay and cole have to drag BOTH Kai and Zane.

Not sure if I want Zane to be outside with the technoblades or kai. ughs decisions decisions.

And when Pixal is out fighting the ninjdroid army it's both Kai and Zane out there, It takes them longer to figure out how to break the glass cause kai's smart and the others aren't. as smart or good on their feet. Jay and Cole aren't gonna figure it out. rip them.

They still get the power off though

xD Zane has to deal with pix being hot a lot but it's ok cause he's ice still bothersome though.

OH! But with Zane and Pix sharing a heart the Smith sibs are also connected now!! And when she's in him, it's faint but the two(smiths) defiantly feel it.

Yeah I don't know if I want Pixane or Hotwire in this au. ugh hard choices.

Yup hug zane hug Kai<3

Yeah I just imagine Morro throws the Realm crystal and grabs at Wu's hand. Not gonna die today!

Yeah I was thinking Morro went to the monastery and saw it burned down, he's upset I mean that was his home. so he starts to rebuild it, somewhat not too sure how to do that.

But then Lloyd's the leader and doesn't know what to do he's trying but he's still a kids. So morro tentatively offers advice sometimes the two being on better grounds since morro helped cole and the two are both human now. Cole and morro are working on the waterphobia. so bonding with lloyd's brothers

Morro helping with his knowledge on ghosts during day of the departed helped him get more into the group (he doesn't like this though and prefers to stay back when they go on missions. but he's around got to make sure lloyd doesn't die.)

And Morro really wants to find his dad. he's with Nya and Lloyd.

And then lloyd has a crush. oh but I need to rewatch that season before I talk about it cause I forgot a lot of stuff. so I'll get to that later.

Yeah! I'd love to hear more headcanon! I love making this little au with you! you're sparking lots of Ideas in me<3

And I was also trying to pair up the other's and thought what about Echo and Jay? and it hasn't left so do with that what you will.

[smzeszikorova]

Hey hey! I have zero context for your ocs so howabouts you introduce me to them! Tell me some fun facts about them, if you have any favorite ocs, if any of them have notable traits or features!

Ooh! Ok! Well, now's as good a place as any for an introduction. Warning, this might also be kind of long. I could list fun facts about my characters all night, since I've got so many. But I'll limit it to the main cast of book one for now.

Catherine Leures (pronounced "Loy-ray" for a couple of reasons, but neither of them are good ones): Book one's MC. When she's not running the family farm, she's operating the Suvlin Chronicle's printing press or waiting tables at Carrigan's Tavern. Tragic mess of a human being. Basically if pent-up fury were a person. Likes to think she's super practical and down-to-earth about everything, but she's definitely a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on the "hopeless" part. She loves reading poetry and singing, and does neither because her busy schedule doesn't allow for it. Her life goal is to have all her financial worries suddenly vanish in a puff of smoke.

Lyn Leures: Her husband. He's also a tragic mess of a human being, but he's a lot more self-aware about it than Catherine is. His job is to handle all the housework (and most of the farmwork, since Catherine's usually at one of her other two jobs). He's pretty much given up on all his dreams, but if he could have any career, he'd want to be the Baliszkan (fancy-ass southern Pemokese city, but not quite as fancy as Drosil) Symphony Orchestra's first chair violinist.

Victoria Leures: The eldest of Catherine's younger sisters. Her life goal is to become an architect, but she pretends her life goal is to help Catherine and Lyn avoid bankruptcy.

Petra Leures: Middle girl. Also a hopeless romantic. Her life goal is to transform into a princess and never set foot into Pemoki's north end again. (Catherine would never admit it, but she thinks Petra's got the right idea.)

Eva Leures: Baby of the family. The only one who actually enjoys farmwork because playing with the big draft animals is the closest thing to a childhood she'll ever have a lot of fun! Life goal is to eventually take control of all the farm management stuff.

Ernest Wolbert: A baker. Used to be close with Catherine's mom. Aside from getting with Catherine's mom, which is unfortunately no longer a possibility, all his aspirations have been realized.

General Darion Adrona: Super important military guy. Aleonian-born citizen of Pemoki. (Aleon's a hell of a lot bigger and more powerful than Pemoki is, and also they're allies, so Aleonian-borns living in Pemoki don't have to deal with half the shit Kenacian-borns do.) Was General long before Levi was coronated. But until that happened, there wasn't much international conflict going on, so Adrona mostly worked in diplomacy. Now he's leading the Pemokese in the war against Kenacia. Also, he's Aorin and Rolyn's dad.

Aorin Khozlova: Adrona's confidante. For "no-military-rank" reasons, he really shouldn't be, but he is. Adrona has his reasons; in spite of all my previous claims to the contrary, Aorin's actually very intelligent. He's fluent in Pemokese, Lewyndan, Aleonian, Kena-Anglian, and Qhironese. He was top of his class in university, and he skipped a few grades to get there. He just also happens to be a reckless, self-sacrificial idiot who absolutely should not be allowed on the battlefield for any reason. (That's Adrona's thought process, anyway.)

Rolyn Czeres: Rolyn is Aorin's brother. He's technically older, but he was adopted second, and he gives off major younger sibling vibes. Adrona doesn't let Rolyn near the battle plans, but he trusts him more with field assignments, which Rolyn appreciates, since he never thought strategic stuff was much fun anyway. He is extremely snuggly, and somehow also the most prickly person you will ever meet.

Sverlyn Kjovra: The badass cinnamon roll. Son of a Pemokese legislator. We torment him unnecessarily. He was one of Aorin's best friends in school, and they basically consider one another family.

Sergei Kjovra: Sverlyn's sweet but uptight twin brother. When Adrona isn't around to serve as the family's brain cell, he leaves Sergei in charge.

General Kasia Arkhonieva: A powerful Pemokese general who works closely with Adrona.

General Yono Aamitok: The leader of the Qhironese rebellion. (For reasons I'll explain in the next section, the Qhironese really hate Levi.) She's also General Arkhonieva's wife.

King Levi Niacera: Levi's existence became common knowledge in Kenacia after the rest of the Kenacian royal family died for very mysterious reasons, leaving him—a then twelve-year-old kid—as the Kenacian throne's only available successor. At the time, people were pretty relieved. ("He can't be worse than his father, right?") Levi took the throne at eighteen, and then proceeded to try and conquer every country he could get his hands on. His first major military success was in Qhiron. Now he's got his sights set on Pemoki.

General Paul Firesky: Kenacia's youngest general / one of Levi's military advisors / the reason Levi's conquest of Qhiron was so successful / a very sad and tired boi.

General James Blightwood: Another one of Levi's generals / military advisors. He isn't too important until book 3, but you should know who he is in the meantime.

Alan Winson: He dropped out of medical school, but thanks to his connections with Levi, he's also Kenacia's most famous—and possibly the whole world's second most famous—trazian systems scientist. (That's just another word for my pseudoscientific magic system.) And it's thanks to his invaluable contributions to the field that he's one of the only people who can get away with acting like an asshole to Levi.

Adriel Castlyre: Rags to riches? More like sad janitor to sad interrogator. You could make a case for this guy being the first book's other main character. His older brother, Hugh Oliver, is the world's first most famous trazian systems scientist. But Adriel really doesn't want to be remembered as "that one awesome guy's unremarkable little brother". So instead he makes a name for himself as "Levi Niacera's boy-toy".

Captain Sera Selney: She's a notorious Miaccoran pirate hired to scout the seas for Kenacian spies by the Pemokese king, who I haven't listed here because he's that much of a non-character. She's not too fond of being a law-abiding citizen, but she still takes her job very seriously, since the king has promised to grant her citizenship and a fresh start (and also a fuck ton of money, but that's totally not why she accepted his offer) in exchange for her services.