#The ways that each of them mess up in their one-to-ones with Cutter in the liveshow are reflective of their characters

[hephaestuscrew]

In the Wolf 359 liveshow, Minkowski slips up when talking to Cutter by saying, "Sir, whatever unorthodoxy you may have been observing in our logs, rest assured that it is based on my commitment to getting Eiffel and Hera back home in one piece", which gives away that Hera is back online. Part of the reason Minkowski makes this mistake is because she gets defensive under Cutter's questioning about the mission and her personal feelings, but I love that another part of the reason is that she automatically includes Hera as one of the people she's trying to keep safe. [cont. below the cut]

The thing is, that line would have been a slip up even if the crew hadn't been trying to hide from Cutter that Hera was back online. Because getting the AI "back home in one piece" isn't meant to be an objective of a Goddard Futuristics deep space mission. From Goddard's perspective, an AI's wellbeing is only of concern in relation to how well they can do their job. Hera says in Do No Harm that the crew "were always going to" leave her up there on the Hephaestus. And in Am I Alone Now she talks about how one day the crew will have "all gone away".

Of course, it becomes fully clear later that getting the Communications Officer home in one piece wasn't on Goddard's actual agenda either. But even in the official version of Command's plan for the Hephaestus, which Minkowski would have been presented with at the beginning of the mission, it seems that getting Hera back to Earth safely wasn't seen as a desired outcome. And yet, by the time of the liveshow, getting Hera back to Earth safely is such a key part of Minkowski's motivation that she declares it automatically, without thinking, to Mr Cutter himself.

Minkowski says the line above in response to Cutter implying that she might have lost sight of what's important. At the mention of what's important, she talks about her commitment to protecting her people, even though she knows that that isn't what's important to Goddard. In a moment of stress, she reveals what truly drives her, which isn't an objective from Command at all.

This moment reminds me a bit of how in The Devil's Plaything, Eiffel gives away that he's no longer under Pryce's mind control by calling Hera by her name instead of Unit 214. In both cases, the part of the lie that the characters can't maintain is pretending that they don't care about Hera. In both cases, they don't even notice their mistake until it is pointed out to them, because what they said - calling Hera by her name, or expressing the importance of keeping her safe and getting her back to Earth - just came naturally to them without question.

[spaceyaceface]

You Were The First

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never known affection. He has never known how it felt to love---to be loved. She came and changed all of it.

Or, Ominis gets love because by god does he deserve it.

Warnings: Mentions/Implications of child abuse

God, I loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request, anon!

When Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell slowly. 

It was all the little things she did—the little things that made up who she was. Her kindness. Her patience. Her touch. 

Before meeting her, touch meant nothing but pain. It was kicking and screaming as his mother dragged him along by his arm, harsh shoves from uncaring hands toppling to the ground, a cruel hand curled over his own, taking any control he might have and forcing a curse out of him. 

He’d been avoiding it ever since. Even Sebastian and Anne knew his aversion, careful not to grab him or brush against him. 

But somehow, she made his walls come tumbling down. 

-

Perhaps he started to fall that first time she saved him a seat at breakfast. 

It was one of the first breakfasts of their sixth year—the Great Hall was bustling, students running back and forth to catch up with friends and share adventures from over the summer. That was exactly what Sebastian was doing; he could hear his friend’s loud laugh as he spoke to someone at the Hufflepuff table. He’d expected her to be doing the same, her popularity as the Hero of Hogwarts was unmatched. Surely everyone would want to know what she’d been up to. 

He’d just settled on the idea of grabbing an apple off the table and leaning against the wall well out of harm’s way when a voice called out to him. Her voice. 

“Ominis! Ominis, right here, I’ve saved a seat for you!” 

His mouth fell open—just slightly. “You… you saved a seat…?” 

“Yes, now get over here before Sebastian barrels past and steals it, I wouldn’t put it past him,” she said, smile obvious in her voice. 

And so he obliged. 

He settled down on the bench, all thoughts of retreating to some far corner vanishing as she began to rattle on about her summer. In turn, he answered all her questions about his own time, best he could with the way his head was spinning. Of everyone in the school, she had saved a spot for him. She allowed him to take all her time, steal away every morsel of her attention. There was a lightness that came with that thought. A warm feeling he couldn’t quite name—not yet. 

But now that he’d felt it, he knew he’d starve for it. 

-

The next step into his descent was the first time she placed her hand on his arm. 

Herbology was always a bit chaotic—not nearly as much as Potions, no thanks to a certain Gryffindor—but chaotic nonetheless. Professor Garlick had laid out all the necessary tools and supplies on each table, and after her brief explanation on how to prune and shape the plants in front of them, she set them loose. 

Sebastian stood to Ominis’s right, grabbing some small cutters and starting on his plant quickly. 

“Sebastian, you’re making a mess of it already. She said to start from the top and go down, didn’t you hear a word she just said?” a voice said from his left. 

Ominis chuckled. “Since when has Sebastian ever been one to listen to anything?” He reached forward, grabbing his own cutters. He heard his friend grumble under his breath. “Don’t pout, you know I’m right.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not offended by it,” Sebastian said. 

“You’re offended by everything, Seb,” she said. 

“What is this? Attack Sebastian Sallow Day?” 

“No, but I’d be an avid celebrator if there was such a thing.” 

As Sebastian continued mumbling complaints, he felt it—her hand, just barely resting on his arm. “Sorry,” she said softly, leaning forward and across the table. “I’m just grabbing the fertilizer.” And then her touch was gone. 

It was nothing. Just a simple indication that she was there, making sure a blind man didn’t accidentally stab her with a sharp object. And yet it felt… different, somehow. His skin was tingling as he tried to resume his work with the plant. It was only later he realized that, unlike so many times others had made a similar motion, he hadn’t flinched or pulled away. 

In spite of himself, he sort of wished she would do it again. 

-

He came to a realization the first time she explained a Quidditch match to him. 

The realization was thus—she was even more kind than anyone he’d ever met. It was her very first match, and she had been elated to attend after Professor Black had announced the continuation of the sport at the beginning of the year. Normally, Ominis wouldn’t care too much about it. He rarely went to matches in previous years, only being dragged along by Sebastian when Slytherin was up in the running to take the cup. Crowds weren’t his thing. And trying to understand anything that was going on based solely off the oohing and ahhing of a crowd gave him a headache. But this year, Sebastian was making his debut as Slytherin’s Keeper, and that paired with her excitement to see the match was enough to draw him out to the stands. 

They sat next to each other, nestled into the crowd of Slytherins eagerly anticipating the game. He could only imagine how high up they were—there had been plenty of stairs to indicate it was nothing insignificant. The breeze that high up was cooler, and Ominis was grateful for it, allowing himself to focus on it instead of the people pressing in all around him. 

But when the match started, his focus shifted entirely to the soft voice next to him. 

In the past, he had always found the commentary on the match entirely unhelpful, and even more uninteresting. He could never get a picture of what was going on—the announcer would always press opinions on players and use the names of the different plays, which was ridiculous because Ominis had no clue what any of the plays meant. 

She, on the other hand, explained it all wonderfully. 

She wasn’t perfect—not even close, stumbling over words and gasping at times when an action surprised her. But for the first time, Ominis could follow. He found himself cheering, breath catching as he heard the whoosh of a broom overhead. The tone and expression in her voice was so lively, so dedicated, he wanted to take part in it. 

“Weasley’s flying fast toward the goals,” she commented. “Blimey, he should be Seeker with that speed. Imelda’s flown into his path, he’s going to crash—No, he dodged her, straight over her head—he’s throwing the Quaffle, come on Seb—YES!” 

He let out a cry of celebration as his friend beside him whooped and hollered, cheering loudly for Sebastian. It wasn’t long until they won the match, and the crowd of Slytherins roared like a raging sea. He followed her out of the stands and into the common room, where a party was already commencing. Sebastian managed to break away from his adoring fans. The Hero of Hogwarts leapt up and nearly pushed him over in a wild embrace. Sebastian laughed. 

“You were wonderful out there!” she said, pulling away. 

Ominis could hear the grin in his friend’s voice. “I couldn’t let your first match be a disappointment, now could I?” His feet shifted, turning to Ominis. “And really, Ominis, thank you for coming. I know Quidditch isn’t your favorite.”

“If I’m honest, I rather enjoyed myself,” he said. He nodded his head toward her beside him. “This one has a knack for explaining the game. She told me enough that I can sincerely say, well played.” 

“Then seems like you’ll have to go to all of the matches together,” Sebastian said. 

Ominis frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t want to impose on—”

“No, I like that idea,” she said. His heart beat a bit faster. “I want you to be able to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us, Ominis.” 

He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night. When Sebastian asked about it, he blamed it on having too much Butterbeer.

-

When he let her lead him by his arm that very first time, he knew he trusted her. 

He’d known for a while—but now, through his actions, he had admitted it to her. To himself. 

Winter had set in. The two of them left the Three Broomsticks, bundled up and ready for the cold. He reached for his wand, pausing when he heard her speak up beside him. 

“Your hand is going to freeze holding it out like that all the way to the castle. I can lead you, if you’d like.” 

He pondered it for a moment—only a moment—and then he gave in. 

“If you think it’ll keep me from getting frostbite.” 

He sucked in a breath as her arm looped around his. How had she done it so gently? After a second, when he’d begun to breathe properly, he nodded. “Off we go, then.” 

It was strange, how he had surrendered so easily. When he had first gotten his wand, the world finally felt livable. He no longer had to shuffle around, arms outstretched, waiting for his brothers to jump out at him. He could fend for himself. Prove his independence. There was no longer a need to rely on anyone. 

Why did he rely so effortlessly on her? 

The truth came to him with a sudden thought as she took him through the streets, navigating expertly through the throng of students returning to the castle. He trusted her. She had always looked out for him. Cared when he felt no one else did. She made efforts to be around him, to involve him, even when he tried to push away. Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily. But she had proved herself worthy of that sentiment in every turn. 

The slight tug of her arm in his jolted him back to that moment. “We’re at the stairs,” she said quietly. “There’s six of them.” 

He’d trust her with his life. 

They seemed to walk closer and closer together as the castle drew nearer. It was the cold, he told himself. Just the instinctual craving for warmth drawing their sides together. Simple as that. 

But they still walked arm in arm through the halls of Hogwarts, leaving the excuse of the chill and snow far behind them. 

-

The first time she held his hand, he finally felt alive. 

Their sixth years had come to a close and the Hogwarts Express was waiting to take them home. They’d spend the last few months in what he considered bliss. They stopped looking for excuses to take each other's arms at some point—just letting it happen. Strolls on the castle ground. Between classes. Anywhere and everywhere they went together. Sebastian teased them a bit at the action, but Ominis claimed it was just easier than using his wand. He didn’t have to concentrate on a spell while walking about. It was true—but really, it hadn’t been inconvenient the five years before that, had it?

But now his dear friend gave a low sigh beside him. “This crowd is awful,” she said, glowering at the students around them. “I don’t know how we’re going to make it on the train in time.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be—” 

He stopped mid sentence, feeling her fingers interlock with his. 

“I think I see a path, come on now.” 

She nearly tipped him over as she pulled him along. He managed to remember how to walk just in time to catch himself, allowing her to lead him through the hustle and bustle around them. How did this feel so entirely different than being led by her arm? How could he only focus on how soft the skin of her knuckles felt under his thumb? How could he feel like he was dreaming, but never felt more aware in the same moment?

They stopped in front of the train, doors open before them. She didn’t let go. Neither did he. But the train let out a whistle, and the sound brought him back in an instant. Their hands dropped, and the loss of the intimate feeling of her fingers between his knocked the air out him like the perfect Depulso. 

“We made it,” she said softly. 

“Barely.” 

She laughed. He might as well have been a fish for how much he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, voice softening. 

“I wish I could say the same,” he said, smirking. He felt her hit his arm, stifling a laugh.

“You’re awful.”

“You’re the one who laughed.” 

“Goodbye, Ominis,” she said, still chuckling. After a moment, she spoke again, a little quieter. “I’ll write you.”

His stomach flipped. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then she was gone, taking part of him with her.

-

He knew he was in love the moment he got her first letter. 

What was it some fool had once said? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? What a load of dung. 

Absence made the heart ache so much it nearly killed him. And it had only been a day. 

He knew it was from her the moment the lingering scent of her perfume hit him. He smiled. She kept her word—he had never doubted she would. He was just relieved she had done so so soon. 

Quickly, he pulled out his wand and transfigured the words on the parchment, running his fingers over them. He paused where she had written his name. Every letter filled him with warmth as he poured over the short letter. 

Dear Ominis,

I realize we only saw each other yesterday, but I wanted to assure you it wasn’t an empty promise when I said I would write you. 

I really don’t have too much to share—my mother was more than pleased to see me, of course. Wailed when I came home as if I’d come back from the dead. She’s still not used to me being away for so long. I’ve just begun unpacking, and honestly, it just makes me wish I was back at Hogwarts with you and Sebastian. 

How are you? I do hope you’re alright. I worry about you going home, you know. I can’t help it. I’ll be inviting both you and Sebastian to my home as soon as I’m settled in—please do survive until then. 

Yours,

He closed his eyes as he felt her name beneath his fingertips. She was worried about him. She’d be inviting him. The warmth and elation he felt was so unlike the cold halls that surrounded him. He could survive—he’d do it for her. 

How she could make him feel happiness—hope—in a house so tainted with pain was beyond him. He never would he have thought he could have a moment of something good there, a memory worth keeping after he abandoned the place. 

Finally, he had a name for that warmth, the one that overtook him every time she crossed his thoughts. Love. Deep, profound, and lasting. It was more than he could have imagined, overwhelming and pure. How could he have lived to this point without it? 

He read the letter once more before pulling out his quill and beginning to write. 

-

The first time he thought she might feel the same coincided with the first time she laid her head on his shoulder. 

She had kept yet another of her promises. It was only a couple of weeks before he was off to her house, finally free from the suffocating marble halls of the manor. His escape lasted only for ten days, but it gave him what he needed to keep going. 

Though being with her was definitely what fueled him the most. 

Laughing with her and Sebastian made the stress of being around his parents melt off of him much faster than he would have imagined. Their ten days had been full of exploring the woods around her house, of playing Gobstones, of laying in fields and telling old stories. 

Ten days of her hand brushing his as they sat together. Ten days of catching his breath when she spoke. Ten days of falling harder than he ever thought possible.

Because now that he knew what it was he was feeling, it was there in everything she did. He was drowning in it, and he’d stay under with a smile on his face. 

Sebastian bid them farewell on that final evening. Ominis would be gone back home in the morning—he tried desperately to push that thought away, focusing instead on spending every moment with her he could. They’d wandered to the overgrown park not far from her home, coming to rest on a bench hidden away in the trees. Crickets sang around them, and Ominis basked in the cool summer night by her side. 

“Are you going to be ok when you go back?” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. 

He gave a small smile, one he hoped was reassuring. “I’ve lived this long. Two more months will be nothing.”

She sighed. “It won’t be a full two months. I’ll make sure of it. If you can’t come here again, we’ll go to Sebastian’s.”

“You worry about me too much.” 

“I think I worry just enough,” she stated simply. 

Her words made his chest time. How could he ever begin to explain what they meant to him? She cared for him. It was enough to shatter him if he let it. He couldn’t say what he wanted to—not yet. He’d find a way, someday. But he told her what he could by reaching for her hand, locking their fingers together. And when she leaned into his side, head coming to rest on his shoulder, maybe, maybe, that was her way of saying she understood. 

His stiff body slowly relaxed against hers, and he thought about nothing but the slow draws of her breath, the way her hair tickled against his jaw, the love he felt for the angel of the girl sitting pressed against him. 

-

The first time she held him he fell apart. 

Their little trio had stayed up late in celebration of their last school year, playing Exploding Snap well into the night. The Undercroft echoed their joyous sounds as the hours passed by, until Sebastian pulled himself away, saying he wanted to pay a visit to the Restricted Section for old time’s sake. It wasn’t long until she and Ominis were saying their goodnights to each other. 

It had been a perfect last first day, exactly what he’d needed after spending so much time at the manor. He’d left for what he was determined to be the last time. There was no better way to celebrate. 

He could think of no better way of ending it than saying goodnight to the girl he loved. 

“Goodnight,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips. 

“God, I missed you,” she breathed. “Goodnight, Ominis.” 

But before he could open the door, her arms wrapped around his chest. 

The result was immediate. His heart raced, and his throat grew tight. He couldn’t breath—how could he, with her holding him so tightly? Her head was against his chest, and for a split second he was afraid she might pull away when she heard the pound of it. It was that moment of fear that brought his arms around her, holding her to him like he had nothing left. 

It felt like dying when she pulled away from him. She sucked in a breath. “Ominis, are you alright?”

“What… what do you—”

“You’re crying.”

She was right. He felt the tears, now, traitorously running down his face. He quickly brought up the sleeve of his robe to wipe them away. 

“Is it something I did? I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He took a shuddering breath. “I just… You’re the first person who’s ever…” 

Ever what? There were a million ways he could finish that sentence, and all would be true. The first who had ever held me. The first who has ever cared so deeply. The first to touch him with nothing but kindness. She was the first person to break down his walls, to give him life, to let him love and be loved. 

Somehow, she seemed to understand his silence. She took him into her arms once more, and he let himself come crashing down. Sobs worked their way through—both sadness and joy mingled together in an utter mess of emotion. How could he have gone his whole life without this? Without feeling safe, without outstretched arms to run to? But he had found it. A person he could call his home, who would hold him when he fell apart. He was grateful. So grateful. 

They never went back up to their dorms that night.

-

He was determined today would be the first time he kissed her. 

Since that night in the Undercroft, every touch between them felt natural. Part of their beings. He came to her effortlessly, letting his arms pull her to him. His hand felt foreign when it wasn’t in hers. But yet, he had yet to confess the depths of his feelings for her. 

He knew exactly why—she was patient. They’d started this whole thing nearly two years ago now. She’d always gone at his pace, waiting for him to be ready for each new step. They didn’t need to say the words. It was obvious to both of them. But Merlin, he wanted to. 

She needed to know just how much she meant to him. The joy she brought into his life without even trying. It had been a long time coming, but now, he was ready.

He’d taken her out to Hogsmeade. It was the perfect spring day—cool breeze carrying the scent of Butterbeer clear out of the Three Broomsticks. The sun was just beginning to set, and they were on course to return to the castle when he stopped her. 

“Could I take you somewhere?” he said softly. 

“Of course,” she said, a little perplexed. He smiled, taking out his wand to guide the both of them, other hand still in hers. He led them down a path, then turned sharply into the woods. The trail he followed was light barely there, mostly grown over by foliage. But he heard the sound of the creek and knew he was close. 

The trees gave way into a small opening, the melody of water trickling just beyond it. He smiled. 

“It’s lovely,” she said. 

“Good. I hoped it would be.” His wand returned to his pocket, and he took both her hands, facing her. 

It was her turn for her breath to catch. It was only fair after all the times he’d done so because of her. Did he look as lovesick as he felt? 

“You are everything to me, do you know that?” he said softly. His hand reached up, following the curve of her neck up to her jaw, where it came to rest. “Everything.”

“Ominis…” 

The way she breathed his name sent shivers through him. And her breath on his lips—Merlin, how had he waited so long?

“I love you.” 

He didn’t give her a chance to respond—he’d let her say it soon enough. But he needed to prove himself to her, show her just what he meant when he said everything. His lips came crashing down against hers, and at that moment he decided every second not spent kissing her was a second wasted. Like everything about her, she was gentle. She was warm. She was soft. Like everything about her, he couldn’t get enough. He thought he’d give her a chaste kiss, but he was only a man, and a starving one at that. 

He only pulled away when his lungs felt like they would burst, and his chest heaved under her resting hand. 

“I love you,” she said, voice hoarse. “God, I love you.” 

He decided that night would be the second time he kissed her, too. 

After that he lost count.

[pinkiemachine]

I’ve only done some light reading on Selina, but even so, details on her past seem few and far between. Maybe there’s a reason, maybe I just haven’t looked hard enough, whatever. Someone can enlighten me in the comments. What I do know, however, is that she’s eluded to have experienced some form of abuse as a child. Now, this research came on the heels of brushing up on the rest of Batman’s rogues’ gallery and I gotta say, abuse as a backstory comes up a lot. And I’m just sitting here, like, “There are so many unique people in this world with unique traumas and hurts that this feels almost cookie cutter.” Am I wrong? I just wanna be more specific and explore problems more intimately. So… Selina Kyle. What to write for her backstory? I thought a lot about who she is as a character present day—her playful aloofness, her decision to become a cat burglar, breaking rules as if they don’t exist, always on the run, never settling down with anyone long term, stealing nice things for herself—it led me to this backstory: When Selina was a child, she was horribly neglected. Her father was almost never around and her mother was depressed, anxious, under the influence of alcohol quite often, and wished she never had a daughter. Selina found that it was always easier to live as though she were invisible. If she never got caught making a mess or being noisy or causing problems, her mother would never get mad at her, or even a acknowledge her, and neither would her father if he ever showed his face. She never received birthday gifts—or if she did, they were pitiful—and all of her attempts of reaching out via gifts to her mother and father were rejected. She was never loved and grew to believe that the only way she would ever feel cared for is if she just took care of herself and only herself. She was good at being invisible, and so she became good at stealing. She treated herself to nice things whenever she felt like it, and she rarely ever got caught. She never made close friends. She never really fell in love. She built up walls so high that no one could ever break them down… until she met Bruce. Suddenly, here was a guy who could consistently catch her red-handed. Who told her she needed to stop robbing people. Who believed she could be better. Who saw her. And even though she kept double-crossing him, escaping his grasp, and escaping justice, she found that it was a little bit harder to return to crime every time. She had always found him attractive… but the longer they chased each other around Gotham, and the longer he showed that he wasn’t going to ignore her or give up on her, the more that attraction turned into a deep feeling that Selina had never felt before. True love. She was scared of it. She didn’t know what to do with it. It was completely the opposite of everything she had ever known, and she secretly didn’t think she deserved it. After all, she was a criminal. She was a “bad guy.” Someone who stole from others for pleasure and profit. And yet Bruce believed she was a good person deep down. He believed she had the capacity for change. And in time, he would find himself falling in love with her too. By the end of their story, naturally, those walls had come crumbling down and they had each learned how to love again, something they both thought would never happen to them. 💜

[zarvasace]

Hey gamers! Would you like your very own physical copy of a LU Shatterproof story?

Well then do I have the overdesigned project for you! This document has the same text as the AO3 story bonds, the Valentine’s 2024 special, but it has been sized and laid out correctly for a physical booklet! All you need is a printer that can print grayscale and double-sided, scissors, and maybe a stapler.

Find the PDF on Google drive here. (This is my creation, so please don't edit the PDF or remove credit thank you! If you want a different layout or something let me know and I might be able to hook you up!)

Instructions for assembly below the cut.

Download the PDF and press the print button. (The file is called "240225_bondsquarto2_typeset")

If you'll notice, the pages are all out of order. That's because it's meant to be folded in a specific way! (Troubleshooting: I noticed that opening this pdf in Firefox took out some of the words, specifically in Legend's section. I suggest opening in Edge or Chrome or something.)

Print Settings:

Portrait layout

Double-sided: print on both sides, SHORT edge flipping.

Letter paper size.

Fit to printable area for most printers (will have a white border on some edges) or actual size if your printer can go edge-to-edge. Messing with margins and trying to get that right is what took me forever. You could fit to printable area and then trim the margins off if you really feel like it.

1 page per sheet.

You should end up with two sheets that look like this:

Fold the first sheet short edge to short edge. Crease that really well, then open it up and cut it nicely along the crease. A straight edge cutter, or ruler and blade, would be nice but I just did scissors.

Progress so far:

Now fold and cut the other sheet exactly the same way. Arrange the pieces in this order:

Now set them all nicely together and fold all of it in half. You could do each sheet one by one but it isn't that long. Make sure to crease that fold really well!

Then staple or sew the edges, or bind however else you want. I used a stapler. Red thread would be really thematic though.

And ta da! You have your very own limited edition copy of bonds! :)

Last step: take photos and tag me so I can see how you did it!!

[hotpinkstars]

HELLO! may I request a elysia x reader :3 I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH OSMDHSJS okay

reader and elysia baking cookies together pls or reader bakes cookies for her and surprises her with them

-> cookie baking

synopsis -> you and your girlfriend, elysia, bake cookies together!!!

a/n -> I LOVE ELY TOO AHHH i lkke squealed when i saw this request shes so cute i love her so bad

warnings -> none! pure fluff :)

w/c -> 645

knowing your girlfriend, elysia, ideas like this were so common! so you took no surprise to her skipping into the living room and flopping down on the couch, kicking her shoes off and cuddling into your warm body.

“hiii~” she mused, smiling up at you. “i have a fun idea, hear me out.”

you listened as she spoke about how aponia and griseo baked cookies together that morning, on the behalf of griseos request. she saw and she thought it was cute, and now she wants to do the same thing with you, too. 

you nodded, before lightly pushing her off of you and getting up to check and make sure you have the right ingredients. 

you didn’t.

so, that made for an eventful late night shopping trip with elysia! you came in needing flower and chocolate chips. you both knew that. you both repeated it to yourselves with each other over 40 times, at least.

you spent over 100 dollars and have a cartful of grocery bags. whoopsies! 

but it’s okay, you got to go out with your girlfriend. she made it fun anyways. but back onto the point!

you two immediately went to work in the kitchen, with elysia telling you the ingredients and you mixing them together. your ipad was filled with flour, due to elysia wanting to make the dry mixture but accidentally spilling a whole thing of flour everywhere. you laughed at the sight, making her laugh too.

there was also another accident in the kitchen, where you both “accidentally” put a whole entire bag of chocolate chips into the mixture (where you later on regret it), leading to even more laughter.

she tried to initiate a flour fight a couple times, but you didn’t necessarily feel like cleaning even more of a mess up tonight. she understood, so she just bounced around the kitchen, bringing you all the ingredients you needed. 

thats when she brought out heart and flower shaped cookie cutters! when she laid them down on the counter, you swore you could see her eyes glimmer with happiness. you smiled, feeling incredible that you could bring such a heartwarming experience to your gorgeous girlfriend. 

“alrighty, into the oven they go!” she laughed a little, before putting pink oven mitts on her hands and sliding the cookie pan onto the top rack. “these look sooooo yum. i hope they turn out alright…” 

you pat her back, and she grins. “they’ll be fine, i just hope all that chocolate poured into them wont do too much harm. these are gonna be really sweet, but if they don’t turn out right, we can always make another batch.”

she nodded. “and we could relive this night all over again. this was a lot of fun, y’know.”

“you’re right, it was,” you chuckled, before turning around and looking at the mess awaiting. “but if we don’t clean this mess up soon, we’re gonna get a bug problem. i don’t think either of us could even fathom finding bugs all the time.”

“ew, i don’t even want to think about that,” elysia makes a disgusted face before turning around and wetting a washcloth. “bugs are so nasty, you’re gonna be the one squashing them if they find their way in here!”

you laughed, cleaning up your mess before taking a seat on the couch with a glass of cool red wine in your hand, elysia following you. 

“how many more minutes until the cookies are done, did you check?” you look over at her, watching her pacewalk over to the oven. 

“we can take them out now!” she calls, putting back on the oven mitts and sliding the cookie pan out of the oven.

when they cool off, you two turn on your show of choice, eating your heart shaped cookies. the chocolate was too much, but its the experience that counts, right?

[animeomegas]

Oh my god Im not sure if you have written this before, but Royal AU headcanons where (sasuke, neji, shino, naruto, and itachi) are super scared to meet emperor/empress alpha after finding out they’re engaged, but the alpha takes the omega out on a date and it’s super cute and now they are excited to get married ?

Cute request! So, I decided to write the moments each of them figured out that their royal future spouse wasn't as bad as they were worried about :D

I didn't do them all because it got a bit long, hope that's okay!

Sasuke:

"So, what hobbies do you enjoy?" you asked lightly, taking a sip of your tea.

This was it. This was when you were going to realise that Sasuke wasn't the perfect little cookie cutter mate that you might expect from a family like his. He didn't care though; he was going to be himself no matter how much shit you gave him for it. No alpha was going to control him.

"I like training with swords," Sasuke said, voice firm and with a hint of a challenge in it. He looked you dead in the eyes as he spoke, watching your reaction. "Although any kind of blade is something I enjoy as well."

Sasuke wasn't expecting you to brighten.

"That's great!" you said. "I was asking to see if I needed to bring any new hobby things in to the palace before our wedding, but the palace already has a state of the art training facility with plenty of weapons and grounds to practice."

Sasuke blinked at you. Was this a joke?

"And hey, I used to train with swords as a kid, it would be fun to spar, if you're okay with that."

"You... want to spar... with me?" Sasuke felt like his brain was malfunctioning. Were you really okay with his 'alpha' hobbies?

"If you're okay with that," you rushed to say. "And I doubt I'd put up much of a fight if you've been training a lot, but it could still be fun anyway!"

You not only seemed to have no problem with his hobbies, but you wanted to do them with him...and you admitted that Sasuke would probably beat you with no hurt ego...

"Hnn," Sasuke agreed, embarrassed. He picked up his tea cup to give himself something to do.

Maybe... maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

Neji:

"This is the final date before your wedding," one of his family's elders whispered in his ear, tightly gripping onto his shoulder. Neji didn't give him the satisfaction of flinching though; he was more than used it. "If you mess this up, I can guarantee you will regret it."

Neji kept his face impassive. He'd heard this speech four times since this morning. So far, he'd only met his future alpha in group settings but today would just be them (and a chaperone of course.)

"You're hurting him."

A voice suddenly interrupted them. It was your voice, coming from the doorway where you had appeared as if by magic.

The elder let go of Neji as though he were burning, laughing awkwardly. Neji rolled his shoulder gently, encouraging blood flow where it had been cut off by the tight grip.

"Ah, my apologies, sometimes I forget my own strength," he laughed nervously. "It comes with old age."

You only hummed, clearly unimpressed, but you let the matter drop and turned your attention to him.

"Come darling, let's not delay our date any longer," you smiled at him and held out your arm for him to take. "I'm most anxious to give you your gifts."

"Gifts?" Neji asked bashfully, walking with you and away from the elder.

"Yes, after our discussion last time on the books you wanted to read but that your family did not allow, I took the liberty of ordering them for you," you spoke easily, as though you weren't shattering his whole entire life into pieces in the best possible way. He didn't want that life anyway, he would hardly mourn for it.

"You didn't have to do that," Neji said politely, trying to keep his strong emotions off of his face.

"Of course I did," you denied, squeezing his arm in yours lightly. "You are to be my husband, spoiling you is my job. Now then, how would you feel about a stroll in he gardens?"

Yes, Neji thought, following you into the gardens, his old life could shatter, because for once, he was looking forward to the future.

Naruto:

"How are you enjoying the boat ride?" you asked him, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh! Yes, it's great! Thank you for taking me!" Naruto wasn't lying, the lake was truly gorgeous, but he had to admit his mind was elsewhere.

Before arriving, he'd been worrying nonstop about meeting you and making a good impression, but the journey here had made him realise how far from home he was going to be... Would he be lonely here without his friends? How often would you let them visit before you had enough?

"What's on your mind, Naruto?" you asked softly, taking his hands. "If you don't like the boat, it's no big deal, we can head back and spend the afternoon doing something else."

"No... it's..." Naruto hesitated. He could feel his etiquette teaching crying at what he was about to ask. "When I move in here..."

"Yes?"

"When can my old friends come to visit?"

You blinked at him as though you found his question confusing.

"What? It will be your home too, Naruto. You can invite whoever you want, whenever you want, as long as you let the guards and staff know in advance so they can prepare."

"Really?" Naruto asked, feeling his heart swell.

"Yes, of course! As long as you avoid massive parties close to other big events, there's no problem with you having guests."

Naruto grinned and, again hearing his etiquette teacher crying in his mind, threw himself at you for a hug. The boat rocked slightly at the movement, but you caught him easily, and although you seemed shocked for a moment, hugged him back before long.

He really had the best future alpha ever!

[faerendipitious]

—fresh baked cookies | villainess! reader x yandere! lackey

warnings: not much yandere themes, mainly fluff. suggestive towards the end but very light.

Fenian hummed happily, pink apron swaying as he shaped the cookie dough into balls, evenly placing them on the cookie sheet before grabbing a heart shaped cookie cutter and shaping them into hearts.

The maids watched him in curiously from another section of the large kitchen, while their master was happily working in his sweet treats they couldn’t help but look at the disastrous mess he made with each step of the process. Flour all over the counters, milk spilled on the floor and left open butter slowly melting on the counter since he didn’t put it back to cool. But they knew better to mess with him when he was in his moods. He was already really mean to begin with.

Some of the maids had already picked up some egg shells while his back was turned and another had an alarm pre set since they knew he does not know the proper cooking time. Lest their mistress come down with salmonella they knew the blame would fall to them as Fenian would do anything in his power to keep his reputation squeaky clean in your eyes.

The maids wonder if he knows their mistress complains about him during her evening baths.

The maids sighed and one placed the alarm on a counter as soon as Fenian walked out of the kitchen without sparing them a glance. Probably on his way to annoy you yet again. They all gave each other a tired glance, preparing to finish the task of making the cookies Fenian would predictably forget about.

—45 minutes later

A young maid knocked on your double doors, already having tried Fenians quarters but receiving no response. An annoyed groan was heard through the door and the sound of feet hitting the floor got louder until the door cracked opened and a violet eye glared down at the maid before lighting up at the plate of heart shaped cookies in her hand.

Without a word, he grabbed the plate from her and shut the door in her face.

The maid gaped before huffing. “Well that was rude.” She walked off from the door, lightly rubbing her nose to get rid of the overwhelming sense of scented oils that came from his body and your chambers.

Fenian cheerfully trotted back over to you, passing the candles they were lit to give the room a more intimate look and carefully dodging the discarded bottles of body oil on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to your face down body that was fully relaxed and shiny with oil.

He grabbed a towel from the table and wiped his hands off before grabbing a cookie and tilting his body so his head was close to yours. “Say ahh my angel.” He cooed with a peaceful smile.

You groaned and spoke words into your silk covered pillows, which couldn’t be heard and only made a “Mmnpphmm Mmhm” noise. “I made you cookies.” Fenian purred, his free hand creeping under your face to turn your head towards him, ignoring the annoyed look you threw his way for halting what was an, admittedly, very good massage session.

“Each ingredient hand picked by me, only of the highest quality! Cooked to perfection, a beautiful golden brown sugar cookie. A physical manifestation of my love for you, I hope you will savor its taste.” Fenian presented the heart shaped cookie to your half lidded eyes, eagerly awaiting your verdict of the cookie.

You silently plucked the cookie from his hand and gingerly took a bite from the bottom of the heart. You chewed slowly. Fenian watched with eager eyes as you ate, fingers gripping the blankets beneath his hands. When he watched you swallow the piece, he held his breath in anticipation.

“Fenian.”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever cooked before?”

Fenian could feel his eye twitch as he glanced at the batch of home made cookies and back to your unreadable face. He felt his previous eagerness fade into embarrassment. They were horrible weren’t they. He knew he should’ve just let the maids do it! But he really wanted to do this for you. Stupid, stupid! He punished himself in his mind, fingers tightly gripping the plate as some cracks formed in it.

You watched from beside him as he slowly fell into despair. So dramatic. You laid the cookie back on the plate and reached up to grip his cheeks, his violet eyes coming back to life when you made contact with him.

She’s touching my face.

“They’re not horrible, just don’t be so heavy handed on the sugar next time. They’re sickeningly sweet.” You reassured him, patting his raven locks for extra measure. Those cookies would have rotted your teeth with another bite.

I’m never going washing my face again.

Fenian grinned as wide as he could under your fingers. Placing the cracked plate on the table he lightly removed your hands from his face to kiss your wrist. “Anything for you, my angel.”

“Great. Now—” He is watched as you pulled your lower body from under your blankets, before he was working strictly in your upper body, but now-

You lifted a leg into the air. “I’ve been having some tension right between my thighs for a bit. Do you mind?”

You and Fenian interpreted that request very differently.

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[doodlegirl1998]

Oh my god...

I just realized something about how some characters are treated, so I'm gonna quote Joshscorcher from one of his fails videos

"You aren't a person, you ARE a disability! You're not a human, you ARE a skin color! You're not alive, you ARE a checkbox!"

Doesn't that just fit some of the characters in BNHA to a T?

We got the crazy yandere! The hotheaded rival! The hardass teacher with a heart of gold! The black guy!

And of course! The disabled kid who magically gets cured to be like everyone else!

Hori seems to believe that if he just adds pieces of representation or tropes that people like, they will just eat it up without question.

Not even considering or bothering to think about actual backstory, personality, goals, likes or dislikes.

You know, things that make a character an actual character!

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

This fits how MHA treats it's characters to a T or at the very least they develop from Nuanced characters to a stereotype which is never what you want from a series. Also Hori even fails at fitting these characters into the cookie cutter molds he tries to contort them into at times.

Let's give a few examples based on what you have said above:

"Crazy Yandere and Token Bi" = Toga (which the LGBTQ fans of MHA should be offended by, because having a Yandere who is coded very creepily (yet also not condemned for her creepy behavior in general or how she groped Uraraka without consent) as prominent representation is not good...

"Sweet generic shonen love interest" = Uraraka (well this is what Hori intends for her with IzuOcha endgame even with how weakly its built in the series. And Uraraka herself denying her feelings for Izu and freely simping for Toga. I feel so sorry for Ocha fans, how she has been written with Toga is a complete mess.)

"Hardass Teacher with a heart of gold" = Aizawa (or this is what Hori intends for him realistically a lot of his actions under a critical lense read as malice at worse and negligence at best but go off about how he cares about his kids, Hori. Despite dropping a building on them and making them believe their parents are kidnapped by villains. Or the fact that he expelled tonnes of other students prior to 1A without a care - what makes 1A so special?)

"Hot headhead rival" = Bakugou... (Well this is meant to be him, narratively speaking, but rivals are meant to inspire and respect each other. Bakugou doesn't respect Izuku, Bakugou abuses Izuku and acts as his parasite. Bakugou brings Izuku down at every opportunity.)

"The 'token black/ blasian' characters" = Rumi and Rock Lock. (While I'd say Rock Lock is good black representation. Rumi... She's not my favourite. I like strong female characters but the way she's so aggressive and violence hungry as a hero - that rubs me the wrong way. Realistically, I could see her killing a villain by accident through use of excessive force. And I can't ignore that she's used as a stick for Hori's gore porn fetish which isn't a great look as one of Hori's few Blasian characters.)

"The disabled kid who gets magically cured to be like everyone else." - Midoriya Izuku. (You could say this is the case for All Might and Aoyama too but Izuku is the most prominent example as the main protagonist.) Izuku's story and the lack of how his backstory is touched on is one of the one that's the most upsetting parts of MHA to me. Personally, I have a disability and mine can't be fixed, while I accept and embrace it now, I didn't when I was Izuku's age. I would daydream about getting "fixed" and being like everyone else so I could fit in. As an adult, I have now achieved many things that I was told that I could not hope to ever be able to do - and I didn't need to be "fixed/ made normal" to do it. Instead, I worked my ass off to achieve those things.

Izuku's story would have been way more powerful if he trained relentlessly with All Might, stayed quirkless and achieved as much as his quirked peers.

OR, if he had to gain OFA, the cognitive dissonance between how he was treated then in his backstory vs now should heavily influence him. Either way, he should have grown out of "Kacchan" and told Bakugou, his bully and abuser, to fuck right off.

The fact that Izuku isn't allowed to think of his backstory or one negative thought of Kacchan severely limits him. And it's one of the things that has stunted him as a character. All Izuku is now is OFA 'generic shonen protagonist' who will save Shig and destroy All for One. What a waste.

TLDR - developing good characters is like nurturing a particularly fussy plant, you can put down the right soil (backstory) to get readers hooked but if you get lazy and don't water it regularly (develop plot points, think through what is in character rather than what you as the Author want them to do, have them show up regularly) it (the characters) will never grow.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Hi :3 here's a (used to be roleplay-) idea that my former friend and I had together!

The main storyline was Victorian era Roman/Logan and revolved around them. Like Logan was marrying Roman's sister and the two guys kinda didn't like each other but then had to spend time together for her (Roman wasn't home often as a opera singer so ofc his sister wanted to hang out with him, so Logan was dragged along) and yes unfortunately they did technically cheat (as happened often then) (dont condone cheating personally) but then both guys confessed and begged her forgiveness (she forgave them) (saw Lo as more of a bestie anyway, same way he saw her) (they married to save face, had roman live with them as a Hot Bachelor, she was aro I think)

But there was Remus/Virgil in this too.

Remus was sort of the unloved brother. There were four siblings total (Sister, Roman, Remus, unnamed brother) and Remus was considered the weird and odd one. They're all rather rich and among the aristocracy so it makes sense that he'd be looked at weirdly with his interests. I don't remember all of it.

Then there's this guy. Virgil, his name supposedly is. He's quiet and was born with a messed up leg so has a cane. That's not why he's bitter he's just bitter in general (but we love him). And Remus is just. So in love with him.

Remus technically helps cover Roman's affair by being more gay louder. Virgil doesn't mind being more outwardly gay because he thinks he's looked at weird anyway (ableism should die in a hole) (we had too much realism in this damn rp idea) and also neither spooky gay really wanted to go to the parties or soirees or rich people parties anyway.

I think the spooky gays owned a quaint home close to Roman/Logan (and obvi cool sister) and visited often when everything came out and was understood. They owned rats. Remus was a scientific researcher (think mad scientist) (appropriate for time period) and Virgil was an artist under a pseudonym.

(also the fourth unnamed brother had a wife and they were really sweet and cookie cutter adorable. I'm 99% sure they were also cool with the queerness and sneaking around, even covering for them. I just remember he and his wife were damn cool)

(I'm really fond of the Roman/Logan plot too it was like so heart wrenching to come up with we were INVESTED)

but spooky gays :3

— 👑

S C R E A M I N G I fucking L O V E that S O damn much!!! Opera Singer Ro is underrated as hell and I fucking L O V E the twist of Ro and Ree's sister being Aro and okay with Lo and Ro seeing each other <3 Ree really is a true brother like manz is willing to be even louder and prouder of being Gay with his boyf just to help his twin not get too much controversy over an affair (Also the Spooky Beloveds owning Rats and being a Mad Scientist X Artist couple is something I L O V E S O fucking much and the twins having more siblings is something I did not know I needed until now /positive)

[krirebr]

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally? - with vampire Steve regarding Ransom and Sunshine and other characters, if you'd want to include them.

Obviously, Steve doesn't exactly love, but is there a non-verbal way he shows some form of care/connection?

I think Steve would tell you that love is a very human emotion that vampires, if they're doing it right, have evolved past. (There's a vampire/human pairing in this universe that love each other very much and have to interact with Steve somewhat regularly. He hates them because they undermine everything he stands for.) But he does have some close bonds and he does have and express affection for those people.

Ransom - I think he's not stingy with the praise when Ransom does something well, like brings him an especially tasty human or comes up with some intel that Steve can use to better solidify his position at the top. Ransom always knows when he's done well and Steve is pleased with him. He's also big on pet names, not just puppy, but baby, sweetheart, etc. And there are a lot of gifts. Ransom like Steve's incredibly expensive watch? Well, he'll torture some jeweler into giving Ransom one just like it.

Sunshine - Steve is going to come to feel about Sunshine like you might a favorite pet. But whereas I might personify my little dog to a ridiculous degree, Steve is always very aware that she, as a human, is basically an animal and far below him. She just happens to be his favorite human. So first and foremost, he shows his affection by keeping her alive and with him, even when it might become somewhat inconvenient. He also wants her to be comfortable, so he'll get her anything she needs or wants, within reason. And he's very tactile with her. Lots of soft pets and gentle caresses. And less gentle touching too, when the moment calls for it. 😈

Cutter - Steve trusts her and that's a big fucking deal for someone who's gotten where they are partly by not trusting anyone. He gives her responsibility. He values her opinion on plans and strategic moves. He's given her power within his organization, instead of hoarding it all for himself.

Cole - Oh Cole. This pathetic, wounded little bird is somehow the only one who's able to bring out Steve's caretaker side. He's invested a lot of time and energy into Cole. Steve teaches him everything he can. He cleans up Cole's messes. He keeps Cole around when everyone (Cutter especially) is telling him that Cole's a liability. Steve's soft with him like he isn't with anyone else.

I'm still trying to pin down Steve and Bucky's exact dynamic. But I would say the biggest "I love you" in the world is turning his secret boyfriend into a vampire so that they have to spend all of eternity together. 😂

Thank you for this! You know I always love talking about my powerful, toxic, vampire big bad. 💜💜

Ship Ask Game - The Basics

[unrequitedloveletter]

hey! i couldn't find ur rules so idk if i'm doing this right- oh well- could i request a zoya nazyalensky x reader with the "hugs from behind" prompt?

Anything- Z.N x gn! reader

you did it right! Nothing to worry about, you're all good! Thank you for sending this and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

You were grinning to yourself as you baked. Rarely did it seem like your hobby had much time to be practiced anymore, but you’d found an afternoon off and had taken a spot in the kitchens almost reflexively, grateful for the peace of mind you felt when you started working on the recipe for the chocolate croissants you’d liked, the ones that both Genya and Zoya had enjoyed as well. 

It was all quiet and somber for the process of making the dough, rolling it out and making sure everything was right before you grabbed baking pans. You hummed, swayed along to some of the music that was floating into the kitchens from somewhere you couldn’t quite place, existed in your own thoughts and thrived in not being worried about something for the first time in what felt like ages.

You heard Genya and Zoyas footsteps as you grabbed a rolling croissant cutter and looked to your baking surface, where the dough had already been cut into two so that it would be easier to manage. The chocolate pieces you were going to put into the croissants were in the bowl unwrapped and waiting. 

“The kitchens, of course,” Genya said. “Baking and enjoying their solace. I knew it.” 

You scoffed as you felt Zoyas arms wrap around your waist, the slight press of her chin against your shoulder.

“Hi,” she said. “I've missed you.”

“Nikolai gave you the afternoon off, apparently,” Genya said. “Tamar and I will cover for Zoya. Everything has been so busy, you deserve some time together that’s not happening as you’re waking up or falling asleep. Enjoy.”

“We owe you, Genya,” you called as she turned to go.

“Three of the dozen chocolate croissants you’ll be making and we’ll call it even. Have fun, lovebirds!” 

You and Zoya both laughed as she walked away, not needing to have your words fill the silence and just being content with each others presences as you cut the croissants and put the chocolates into them before rolling them and putting them onto the baking sheets you’d grabbed.

“I’ve missed you too, by the way,” you said. “I didn’t respond earlier. I was sidetracked. I’m sorry I haven’t made time to spend with you, just us.” 

“I’m sorry too,” she said. “I love my job. I love my country, but saints, if it doesn’t feel like I’m always doing something, all bloody hours of the day. I miss quiet days with you, days where we did nothing but lay in bed and eat sweets.” 

“I’ll get Nik to give us the day after tomorrow off,” you said. “In exchange, I’ll offer my soul in telling him I’ll reorganize the mess that the books in the library has become. He’s been meaning to get someone in to do it, but he’ll probably agree if I offer.” 

“Make it two, then,” Zoya said. “It’s a tedious process, but tedium feels less like that when you’re not doing it alone.” 

You grinned, sighing as Zoya let you go so that you could put the croissants in the oven and set a timer so that they didn’t burn if you left them in too long. 

She hugged you again, and you hugged her back, cherishing the feeling of her arms around you and the knowledge that you could get through times wherein life felt so busy that it grew annoying. You could get through anything with Zoya Nazyalensky at your side, really. Days such as that one were proof of it. 

[baeba]

In awareness of @dorknewton latest poll on my beloved SI-5 sexual tendencies, I am very personally offended at the amount of people dragging Maxwell out of kepcobi. This is not an attack but a MERE observation.

(I am about to go on an insane ranting based on headcanons and what I personally saw them as. Feel free to disagree!)

I want to make you aware that the very same second Maxwell died, kepcobi completely CRUMBLED. That’s not to say they don’t work separately (I am a very fanatic kepcobiwell enjoyer, if you haven’t noticed), but it’s to simply point out how thin the line of kepcobi truly is.

They NEED Maxwell. She is their stability, to make their relationship work.

Kepcobi is founded on respect, admiration, and a sprinkle of power play, they work as long as there is someone balancing it out; and that’s where Maxwell comes in.

Jacobi needs Maxwell to be reminded that he is not the only person in love with Kepler. Even if Warren is a complete jackass at times, Maxwell keeps respecting and loving him, and she knows better, or according to Jacobi at least, she does.

Jacobi needs in this relationship someone that he’s not awfully scared to disappoint, like Kepler, someone that’s his equal. That’s why he needs Maxwell. I could go deep on why Jacobi and Maxwell work very well romantically but that’s another story.

Regarding Kepler, not much to say. It’s all in the script, Kepler is OBSESSED with Maxwell. He has mad respect for her, an adoration he wouldn’t have showed to anyone else. He went so far as to send her A SELF DRIVING CAR in the mere hope of her accepting to work with him.

It’s clear Maxwell is very comfortable around Kepler (see her little: “He’s not that scary!” as an answer to when Hilbert ranted about Kepler being the most dangerous person after Cutter)

and one just… doesn’t, get so comfortable with their superior just by working together a lot on the job.

Maxwell reminds Kepler of how highly Jacobi thinks of him, which puts him in a position to be… softer? I believe? I am picking this all out on headcanons and how I personally hear them, but Kepler and Maxwell have a dynamic that is way too overlooked.

Kepler trusts her to make individual choices (repairing Hera, actively disobeying his order to replace her with a dummy program, Kepler in the end decided to trust her fully). He mourns her after her death, in his own way, and clearly holds a soft spot for her. (Remember when his whiskey flew off in space? He never even thought of accusing precious Maxwell, come on, that’s favouritism!)

In the end, Jacobi and Kepler are FERAL. They are unstable and messed up on their own.

That’s not to say they don’t love each other; they do. I just think that Maxwell is a sort of peace bringer to kepcobi, she stabilises them, if that makes sense. They share a deep love for her, which then, connects them.

And when she’s not there (as we have seen) that connection, respect and love isn’t able to hold up.

[amaribelt]

in commemorace of me almost busting my ass on the slick ass dominos floor I'm assigning the twst boys jobs at dominos and my reasoning why, we have had like 10 gms at one time so not that unrealistic lmao

riddle- riddle is a heavy stickler for the rules so as much as I could see him being a corporate inspector that would ruin the fun of this so for the sake of this post rank 3 general manager and future franchisee. he trains new employees the "right" way even though it's not as efficient (like cutting sandwiches with the pizza roller cutter thing instead of the giant guillotine blade we use for the actual pizzas) he's the reason the store would get a perfect score on inspection

trey- treys pretty responsible and his parents run a bakery so I can def see him as a rank 1 or 2 gm they honestly don't really have any special roles other than just being helpful in my experience, definitely works make line or oven most of the time. he used the cutter blade on sandwiches all the way efficiently maximize profits, and I KNOW this fictional twst dominos store would be busy af.

Cater- Rank 2 gm but specializes up front, this man can talk to people great customer service skills and is pretty enough to get good tips and sell extra food just because he's cute.

ace- I don't trust this man at all making my pizza but that's the thing most people get trained on first unless they have something that makes them appealing or more fit for something else, ace is cute but I don't think he's fit for register. he probably works on making and loading sides as those aren't that hard to mess up half the time your throwing 8-32 peices of chicken onto a little trey or putting in like cookie brownies or like twists in.

deuce- my man is trying his best to make his way up to main makeline he probably makes the simple pizzas like a simple Hawaiian because I think he would struggle a bit with specialitys he probably knows what goes on like a meatzza or deluxe but struggles with like Honolulu Hawaiian.

leona- he could be promoted if he wanted too but he doesn't care that much, definitely a driver. is their stuff they are actually suppost to do? yes, do any of the drivers at our store do it? no never not in a million years. I'm like 75% percent sure their suppost to clean out our hot bags according to the schedule but I've never seen anyone at our store do it half of them are just on their phones or chilling in their cars. in Leona case it's napping he's not aloud to sleep in his car anymore because he has gone back to sleep and ended up not delivering a pizza.

ruggie- he's either a GM in training or driver GM they both get payed more than the rest off us and ruggie is pretty competent so I think it fits, drivers get payed the most out of standard positions and I think driver managers get payed a little more than that, drivers also get really good tips too.

jack- he's on main makeline, jack has good grades and studies so it's fair to say he memorize all of the abbreviations and what goes on each side. you yell out "large extravaganza and philly sandwiche" and he's got it. he probably doesn't make the prettiest pizzas but he's got a good memory to make up for it and double checks whatever ADeuce duo makes for the days they are on main makeline.

azul- he owns a restaurant so as much as I could be cheap and say he's the actual owner who never comes into the store and just collects the money I'm not, GM level 4 he's the "boss" and the most likely to get his own store in a few years time. he never closes ever I could maybe see him opening but I really just see him coming in a few times a week for like 3 or 4 hours and sending out the schedules. I know he's a hard worker but I can't see this man making pizzas at all he's either up front taking orders and ringing people up with cater or working oven with trey. their not "easy" jobs but don't require you getting your hands too dirty especially if your the boss and can get someone else to do the dirty work.

jade- GM level 2 again not many "responsibility" level 2 gms tend to just be their for questions and occasionally helping or training new employees, might work up front from time to time but I can see him slapping dough sometimes. does what he's told without complaining.

floyd- this man doesn't have the patience for anything else this man is a driver on a pretty good driver on a bad day you better give him all contactless for the safety of the customers, sorry Floyd fans but I have to be real with yall.

kalim- I love kalim as much as the next person who lives off of sunshine characters but this man only has the skills to work up front at register, I don't think he'd complain if you asked him to hop on makeline or like sweep or do dishes but he's not happy. he likes to give people their orders and make the kids smile.

jamil- Jamil is more than capable and can easily get stuff done and doesn't complain what you tell him to do, tell him to clean the absolutely disgusting hot bags? he's on it, need him to clean out the catch treys? those are going to be sparkling and you don't even have to worry about them almost being dropped. he will rack cheese and clean the deep freeze no hesitation. he's a great GM but he has definitely fumbled a few times, he has sent most of the drivers home exreamly early right before a huge thunderstorm hit and incase you didn't know people order more deliveries when the weather is cold rainy and overall icky. he didn't tell anyone that he send home over half of the drivers so their were Many frantic phone calls from the rest of the GMs to get all the drivers back. (that is based off of a true story we had to call our boss and atleast 15 more drivers because he only had 3 clocked in and our delivery times were over a hour and a half)

vil- when training people on makeline we have the fact that we must make the prettiest pizzas known to man, pizza making is a form of art and you better be the next da Vinci or atleasr give your best effort. GM level 2, fast and efficient and has good customer service skills so he works up front when understaffed. if vil works up front for a whole day their is definitely a jump in carry out sales. although he would rather not do the gross and disgusting tasks he will if theirs gloves he is not washing pans and grabbing them out of the disgusting and greasy pan bucket empty handed no matter how much you pay him. heavily inspired by my 4th favorite manager and myself no matter how much you pay me I am NEVER grabbing and cleaning pans empty handed yall don't know how gross that is.

rook- definitely works main makeline with vil and even though he's not as strict on making the best pizzas known to man he can be particular he will make sure pizzas aren't burnt and under his watch their won't be any illegally big bubbles on pizzas or too dry cheesey breads. whenever he's upfront he memorized peoples orders to their faces he doesn't even have to ask if it's a carside he definitely memorized peoples license plates

epel- he is not aloud to work up front no matter how understaffed we are he's always on makeline he has no customer service skills, if he and vils schedules overlap then maybe he could answer a phone or hand people a pizza. they have sent him to get something off of the top shelf in the walk in and almost brought the whole self down on multiple occasions (based off of many of my true stories where the latter was no where to be found I almost died that day) he's pretty strong and helps with some of the more physically demanding tasks like refiling the sanitation buckets (those get unbelievably heavy for no reason okay and I'm pretty strong) or refilling the fridge he can definitely carry more than one of the packages of 20 onces and the stacks of 2 leaters get pretty heavy too.

idia- If he wasn't so anti social he would have good potential of working up front when you have to type in your social security login a million times a day or type in someone's credit card info it helps to be able to type fast but my man could not even ask someones name on their order to hand it to them, good in theory terrible execution. he would probably be a driver or stick to cleaning like doing the dishes, most of the time you don't have to talk to anyone if your a driver then you have to get them to sign the receipt and I think he would implode. dishes Is the best job you don't need to talk to anyone and most people do it alone unless your like some of my managers who like too do it together and gossip. perfect for putting on music or a podcast and zoning out too.

ortho- even though he's a child when he grows up I see him working up front, he's pretty social so I don't see him struggling that much

malleus- people think he's scary and tend to avoid him so even though he's pretty sweet I feel like customers and some coworkers would go out of their way to not talk to him, would probably be a okay delivery driver he wouldn't even have to stair people down to get a good tip his threating aura would mean people would do it so they could run back inside with their pizza asap

lilia- he's honestly pretty flexible but I feel like he would be a terrible driver I feel like he would be the definition of r/maliciouscomplalence or a huge troll and no inbetween. if someone said bring pepper flakes for a better tip without saying a exact amount he would bring the whole box of pepper flakes. no one needs a 100 packets of pepper flakes but they didn't say an amount so rip. he's probably only aloud to do it when they are really desperate for drivers.

silver- probably just a general insider and will do whatevers needed pretty flexible and chill, probably not aloud to work oven just incase he falls asleep we can't have a pizza falling out of the oven.

sebek- he Is also not aloud to work up front due to the fact he has no volume control we can't have him scarring away customers can we??? if not a general insider than maybe a driver I honestly don't have much of a opinion of him or what he's good at sorry sebek enjoyers but I honestly have no idea what he would be good at.

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Hey, I’ve always loved your works, and I’m delighted to have found your tumblr!

(TL;DR: I really like the way you write relationships and I’m sorry you’re dealing with some shitty comments) Can I just say, I absolutely love the actions and characterizations of your latest mind-link fic? It’s just so raw and so real, and honestly, I absolutely love these types of fics where good people mess up and behave like assholes. Because we’re all human, we’re all people, and life and love and relationships are messy, messy things.

I don’t want cookie cutter perfect relationships, I want these 3D ones that shows that it’s okay that people fuck up. So many fanfics have a perfect protagonist (and I mean, more power to them, it’s their fanfic), but I personally *love* when the main character messes up and just- snaps at someone or is a little selfish. It just makes it so much more human and relatable. And it makes the fluff that comes after 10000% better because you know how much they care for each other, to make up and to work past issues because they think the other person is worth it.

Anyways, sorry for rambling at ya- I just wanted to express exactly how much I love your recent fic and my utter bafflement at the asshole comments. People are going to fuck up! It happens! And if you don’t want to read about that, that’s 100% fine! But stop yelling at the author, it’s not your fic! It’s theirs!

Thank you so much! I think you encapsulated the issue really well.

Don't get me wrong, I love reading fics where my blorbo is overpowered and can do no wrong and everyone else is in the wrong -- it's really fun and there's some awesome stories like that! It's fiction, and if that's how the author writes that character, I'm down.

I also like reading stories where it's grittier and complicated and closer to real life. I like both! The latter is hard to read constantly, because it's too much like real life to be an escape sometimes.

For borderline, I really wanted to dive into the complicated and awkward feelings that don't always make it into fics (for good reasons). Things like people in the bond feeling someone's else's arousal/other bodily functions, personal thoughts that are never shared out loud, instinctive reactions to things people can't control or even verbalize to themselves. Etc...

The reality is, even the best blorbo comes off poorly when we see their every thought, action, and memory in technicolor. People are complicated, and even genuinely good people rarely fall into that easy, good/not good binary every second of every day.

I think a lot of conflict in my comment section comes from discord over Tim and Damian (and to a lesser extent, Bruce) not being "perfect" or equally bad/good.

I've said it before, and I will reiterate it here: I appreciate the stories where Tim/Damian/etc are written as the victim, the wronged party, the protagonist, etc. I'm not knocking them here. But this isn't that kind of fic -- no one is right, here, or the sole protagonist/wronged party.

Tim isn't a bad guy any more than Damian is. Nor is Damian a better person or victim more so than Tim. Their situations are wildly different and so are their motivations/experiences. Hence why it's interesting (or at least, I think so) to see them involuntarily connected and at odds.

It's okay to disagree with my characterization! You don't have to read my fic. But I think taking a breath and Xing out is better than arguing with me/other readers in the comments about how your favorite character is being mis-written or treated.

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christmas with xdinary heroes

warnings: none, just christmas fluff

summary: bf!xdz x gn!reader scenarios

— gunil loves being in the snow, he even has snowball fighting listed as one of his talents. so when the snow starts piling up outside in the parks he must take you to play in the snow!! from snowball fights, snow angels and building snowmen; you both spend what feels like hours just giggling and playing in the snow. of course gunil cares about your health and his own so you must return home shortly, warming up in your matching christmas pajamas and sitting in front of the fireplace. "we don't want you getting sick now do we?" he says embracing you in his arms. while warming up in each other's arms you scroll through the videos you took of each other and laugh at them, even sending them to the other members. this ended up becoming a weekly weekend tradition for as long as it snows!!

KIM JUNGSU

— you and jungsu would want to bake and decorate pretty christmas cookies. you'd have an assortment of cookie cutters, the process itself would be a lot of fun, at some point you'd be throwing flour around and dotting icing on each other's noses. you laughed at how funny the cookies looked going into the oven. surprisingly you didn't burn the dorm down and the cookies were actually good. at the end of the night the two of you sat down on the piano bench, head rested on jungsu's shoulder. "we did good today, you tired honey?" you'd nod while chewing on the last cookie of the night. he would start playing a pretty christmas song on the piano and sing you softly to sleep. of course jungsu would be the person to carry you to bed and clean up the mess the two of you made in the kitchen!

KWAK JISEOK

— gaon might not be big on the decorating agenda but you were, and he loved seeing you get excited when the tree is put up. you'd buy ornaments that match the theme of the rest of the dorm's decor. the two of you would pick out a christmas movie, preferably a funny one that you can both laugh at to watch. you had a specific vision of what you want the living area to look like, so you spent a lot of time on little details. jiseok just liked admiring you, your face of concentration and the way your eyes lit up when you turned the lights on made him smile. " i don't know is it too much?" you stood back looking at the finished project. "never" he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. the two of you would cuddle on the couch and finish your christmas comedy, excited to see what the rest of the members thought when they got home!!!

OH SEUNGMIN

— seungmin loves skiing, but you had never gone before. he knew you were scared, but he was gonna be there every step of the way to help you. at some point you convinced him to go on the ski lift to take a break from learning. taking pictures and enjoying the view ended quickly when you made it back down on the ground. "seungmin i cant do it" you pout. "yes you can, i'll be right next to you the whole time i promise" he grabbed onto your hand and he kept his promise, not letting go until you made it to the bottom of the hill without falling. you giggled, thinking your previous fear was silly. "i'm so proud of you honey" o.de smiles, before you end back on the ski lift. after leaving you decide on a hot pot date, a meal to warm the two of you up, which he paid for as an award for successfully learning to ski!!

HAN HYUNGJUN

— junhan likes to build things so how could you not spend time building gingerbread houses? you bought kits that came with icing and assortments of candy. you sat next to each other quietly decorating while music played in the background. hyungjun decided to also take polaroids in a way to remember this exact moment. "just pretend i'm not here" he giggles taking a photo of you in focus and another of you smiling. "i'll keep it in here" he says, putting the small polaroid in his phone case. "well i want one too!" you smile, taking the camera from him and snapping one of him, which you awed over and also placed in your phone case. you finished your houses, which both looked very different and decided to get the members to vote which one they liked the best, your house won.

LEE JOOYEON

— you and jooyeon went to see christmas lights, there were many places to drive through and he took you through as many as he could. at one point he looked at you and you looked as if you'd never seen christmas lights before, you were in such awe of them, as he was in awe of you. "okay okay early christmas present i cant contain it any longer" he says reaching behind the seat and pulled out a bag. you were confused "jooyeon you don't have to" your head shook. "yeah i know, i just really want to." you slowly pulled a box out from the bag, which was obviously a necklace box. you lifted the lid and a very specific necklace you wanted for so long, but didn't have the money for, laid inside. "yeonie, what? you didn't have to buy this for me! its too much!" he shook his head, "yes i did" he smiled, pulling you forward for his lips to land on yours. the necklace would never leave your neck, ever.

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One Piece Advent Calender Door 14

Door 14 : I demand Eggnog

Being alone on the Sunny, you started to wrap the cookies up for each one plus the Christmas cards for everyone. Once done, you gently placed them in the Christmas socks, and just as you were done putting the stuff in Luffys

“oi, Je”, turning to your door, there stood Zoro. “Zoro! What can I do for you?” “Do you have some of this yellow stuff to drink?” “Yellow drink?”, you asked confused. “Yeah. That what was when we got the tree” “The tree...OH! You mean Eggnog!” “Yeah yeah, whatever it´s called” “Ehm I don´t have eggnog but I could make it” He eyed you suspicious.

“You can make eggnog?” “Yes. Sure. It´s not hard so I can make you a batch for yourself” “Just for me?” “Why yeah, if you want” “Woman I don´t say no to that”, he admitted and you laughed loudly, both of you entering the kitchen. “But you have to bring me a rum of your choice” “That´s easy”, walking out, you began to prepare everything, apron on When Zoro came back. “Here ya go” “Thank you kindly”, you smiled and went to work.

Zoro looked bored what you were doing, yawning loudly. “Done”, you smiled at him. “That´s it?” “Drink it. Though my recepy is a little different than Sanjis so-”, your eyes widen as Zoro nearly drowned the whole eggnog in one go. “ZORO! STOP!”, you took the cup and it was almost full. “HAHHAHAHAHA! The look on your face!”, he laughed loudly at your shocked face as you breathed out. “You!” “Ah, that face is priceless”, he admitted. “And?” “This is way better than the stupid noodle-cutter” “Well, thank you but please! I nearly collapsed”

A low laugh escaped him as he drank further and ruffled your hair. “Just because you can´t handle Alcohol” “At least I still have a brain that works!” “What is that supposed to mean?!” “What do you think it means, Mr. I get lost in 50 feet!” He growled and you glared at him as “What is wrong with you two?”, Usopp and Franky entered the kitchen.

“Stare down”, you admitted and Zoro raised an eyebrow, drinking his eggnog. “You´d be dead if you drank it” “Well, at least I know where the bathroom is!” He froze and Franky and Usopp laughed. “What a comeback!”, laughed Usopp. “Oh yeah? I´m the right-hand man” “I have the higher bounty”, you smirked. “Uh, she went there”, admitted Franky. “You little! At least I can use swords” “And i can use the elements to my will, as I showed by getting rid of Doflamingos bird cage and what did you do? Oh yeah, you were pushed away by it”

“Give up, Zoro. She got you good” “Oh yeah? Chopper comes to me when something is” “Oh. True But I don´t get charged by Nami!” “TKO!”, the boys shouted and Zoro growled loudly, walking away. “Game over! That was the punchline!”, laughed Franky and you gave them high fives. “How did it even started?”

“I made him eggnog and he deciaded to tease me, so...REVENGE!” “And that just proves that you´re not to mess with. I´m so proud of you, little sis!”, Franky pulled you into a big hug. “I learned from the best!”, you admitted.