Tumgik
#also I NEED MORE CONTEXT ON THE MAYBE DEAD KID???
tunasama13 · 1 year
Text
The day Across the Spiderverse comes out is the day I annoy the shit out of everyone (as if the infodumping and rambling in the tags is any clue and WE’RE ONLY ON THE DAMN FIRST TRAILER AND I’M ALREADY DEBUNKING THE S H I T OUT OF SOME FAKE PLOT LEAK ON INSTAGRAM BECAUSE I PAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO THE TRAILER AND ALREADY STATED FACTS)
5 notes · View notes
weebsinstash · 4 months
Note
hey, can I have more husband and wife family dynamics with thragg? maybe more about her pregnancy or the kids' childhood/baby time?
Sure can! It's been pretty fun writing about potential scenarios where this monstrous piece of shit can actually feel love. First and foremost I was watching a video on YouTube going over this scene again and uh Comic Readers KNOW How Fucked This Man Is. um, out of context vague spoilers but, I'm assuming people asking about Thragg have read the comics or are curious about the comics but like yall Need To Know how he treats the kids of his enemies
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I feel like I need to share/remind people of this scene because like, this man can be kind of hard to pin down. He's from this loveless society that sees kindness as weakness and he's like King Dickhead but there are still times when he can be quite courteous, even apologetic, sarcastic, whatever. I think at the end of the day he's just a very selfish, explosive, emotionally impulsive man but revisiting this scene was a little surprising for me since I forgot he was even like, capable of "small kindnesses" like saying sorry or whatever. Like. Is him wiping her tears while smearing blood all over her face a well intentioned accident or is he like waging psychological warfare on this like, i think she's literally 5 years old. What is the purpose of him apologizing to a child for splashing blood of her family member on her when he intends to kill her or leave her for dead in front of her dying parents anyways. I'm still trying to get a feel on this man
THAT BEING SAID, moving on, we're talking about a yandere Thragg today and thankfully that comes with perks
Tumblr media
- it's pretty obvious but like, you are his favorite mate and your children are his favorite children. I like to think of concepts with Reader being Ursaal and Onaan's mother or even the previously mentioned triplet idea with Mark being their sibling (otherwise I'd have to invent new characters and that doesn't, resonate the same, and I also really like Ursaal actually and I feel like there's some real story potential in Ursaal discovering more of her humanity through her mother's kindness and wanting to protect her mother from her father)
-can you imagine like. I still think about the idea where you're actually Nolan's mate but one day you mouth off to Thragg and he "puts you in your place" in front of Nolan as a punishment to you both and like a month later you find out you're pregnant and, I imagine abortions are only done on Viltrum if the fetus is too weak or defective, so you're forced to carry it and you and Nolan are lying that it's his and then one day Thragg just, passes by, sees your swelling tummy, takes one sniff of you, "it's mine" and demands a paternity test. And you'd think, "oh surely he'd just take the baby" which is what you'd prefer but, no it becomes a pretext for him to steal you from Nolan altogether
-you're fed incredibly nutrient dense, protein packed, ultimate pregnancy food because Thragg wants those babies as healthy as possible. Thragg has probably had other alien kids before but these are his first hybrid or nearly fully Viltrumite children and that makes them special. New dad Thragg holding up these little absolute mammoths of newborns with all their chunk and pudge and rolls and he's just so proud, "look at how robust these children are! Surely they have inherited my strength! Fine additions to the Viltrum Empire were born on this day" and you're like half awake in bed and he just, pets your hair
-ok just. Ok just picture it like. You're pregnant and upset and so stressed out because you didn't want to be Nolan's mate after he helped conquer Earth but at least you had known him and liked him initially. You're just constantly stressed out and angry and watching every single word you say around Thragg because you don't know him or what he's capable of, but I imagine a sort of scenario where he's taking you to the doctor and running tests and procedures and just, you know prenatal checkup stuff, but the doctors are all speaking to Thragg instead of you, you aren't even being told your own test results, and the two of you finally arrive back home and you just break down crying and kind of tear into him, "I'm sure YOU have had lots of kids before but I'VE never had a baby before and I don't know what to expect or what's going to happen or- or -" and you're just bawling because, it's not a lie you're scared. You're having a baby and you're gonna be a new mom and it's entirely against your will, out of your control, and that's incredibly stressful. And this becomes a moment where Thragg actually shows some humanity by sitting you down and discussing the doctors visit with you, and that's one of the first times the two of you actually have a civil, extended conversation
Thragg thinking he's so fucking big and tough and then he sees you this little fragile fleshy untrained civillian with the big teary boo hoo eyes with your shaking hands on your little belly as you cry about being scared about giving birth to his baby and he's just, "shit I DO have feelings" and immediately feels the overwhelming need to comfort you. He'll comfort you under the guise of "stress isn't good for the children" which is true but, it's him blanketing his own concern and masking it under an excuse
-I kind of feel like that hypothetical event would be like, a footnote in your relationship. He starts treating you differently, attentive in new ways, more... emotional ways. He'll stop by while he's working on a break or something to check on with you and the assigned caretakers he has guarding you (because the very second you're confirmed pregnant you have 24/7 security) and he'll awkwardly grunt out questions about, have you eaten yet, are you experiencing any pain today, any discomfort, any new symptoms. He'll check in with your guards/nannies privately about if there's anything you're doing that he needs to know about, give tou a nice husbandly shoulder touch and then (reluctantly) getting back to work
-to be blunt part of me questions if he even has sex to create children or if he uses something akin to IVF and I only say this because of the absolute ASSEMBLY LINE he sets up on Thraxia. Trust me though he beats the kitty up with you CONSTANTLY
-I actually think after giving birth is like the ONE time you're allowed any birth control because apparently if you have too many pregnancies in too close time frames it actually sucks the calcium out of your bones and can give you osteoarthritis and Thragg wants you healthy, "for more future children obviously" which is such a lie because let's say you have your miracle birth of giving him twins or triplets or whatever but you hemmorage and become infertile or whatever. Mf is STILL keeping you around. When you think about it he technically doesn't even need you to help raise his children, he has people for that, but he forces you to be part of the process anyways
- tbh I kind of like the idea of Thragg developing some weird fucking like complex where he discovers he feels comforted cuddling you, like man gets hit by oxytocin like a fucking freight train, and it becomes him literally being unable to sleep without you in his arms. You could be in a yelling screaming argument with this man and he suddenly like, just completely shuts you down, "ENOUGH!! I require rest and I won't tolerate anymore of your childish whining!" And you could be spitting mad at him and he's just, picking you up just physically picks you up and drags you to bed anyways. Hooks his arms around your waist as the big spoon and buries his face in your hair even as you spit insults about how you hope he kills himself
Like I think I've mentioned this idea with other characters before but imagine Thragg waking up on the middle of the night IMMEDIATELY PISSED because the bed beside him is cold and he finds you on the couch, on the couch, maybe even without blankets and visibly uncomfortable, because yeah he WILL wake you up to drag you back to bed with him.
- Thragg being this warrior who literally watched people be disembowled and tortured and conquered races but suddenly you're in labor and he's in the delivery room (he refuses to wait outside) watching you literally scream in pain and he just, takes your hand and tells you to squeeze, and that it'll be alright, and he sees you so vulnerable and scared and emotional and you're looking to him for some kind of help but he can't, even with all his strengths and feats he can't help you right now, however this pregnancy goes is up to fate and the doctors and he feels like an actual visceral HUMBLING sense of helplessness that just makes him, even more obsessively protective over you
- deadass if it becomes a "he can only save one: you or the children" life-threatening pregnancy scenario, he chooses you. Says you can always try again but even if you wind up infertile and "useless" to him, he's too attached to you at this point, it doesn't matter if you "don't serve a function" or whatever bullshit Viltrumite mindset he may have had with previous mates before. You're different to him, and you're making HIM different as a person
- You're just half alive on the couch because Giving Birth is Hard and here's Thragg doing shit like personally bringing you water, feeling your forehead for any fever, monitoring your condition, aggressively interrogating your guards for extra info, sitting beside you with your babies in his arms. He lets you rest after giving birth and nearly bends over backwards
- I feel like at some point you're forced to accept a lot of real fucked up stuff and especially if you are a hybrid Vultrimite yourself and thus will be with Thragg for, basically forever, like some real "mate, do you have any cravings today. What do the children require" "ummm... at the ceremony last month, there was that... blue, little.... crab thing?" "A Florkian. They are incredibly rare" "oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know-" " -and since I observed that you were fond of the taste when you were consuming them, I went ahead and conquered their homeworld and farms have been established. I can have the slaves prepare a dish for you right away" "oh, thank you, ive been craving it ever since i ate it but i didnt want to bother by asking 🥰" "as your mate it is my duty to provide for you. Do not keep any of your desires from me"
- your children are getting trained as soldiers the second they develop powers and that's something you'll have to get used to. If your little babies get their powers at 5, they're still learning combat, getting knocked around, near beaten, "toughened up". Thragg will conceal the full extent of how they're treated from you because the way he sees it, you weren't raised on Viltrum and you're simply ignorant of their culture. He doesn't need you to accept how things are. Your kids will come home with black eyes and bruises and bloodied noses and he'll growl at you not to make them too soft as you weep over Ursaal missing a chunk of her hair because an opponent grabbed her by it and she had to break away and some was ripped out at her scalp, like. The psychological damage of asking your small child how their day with their father went, "it was excellent mother, I made my first kill!!" And then gleefully describing to you in detail how while their father was fighting an enemy soldier, the soldiers child attacked yours, and, your baby killed another kid. Like. That's the sort of thing you have to be raised with to block out of your heart. Going to hug your child who may not even be 10 years old and they have literal blood on their hands
-personal headcanon but also semi canon but I imagine Ursaal is the most competent of your twins and is Thragg's favorite. She just has a better tactical mind on her shoulders and isn't, uh. As horribly sadistically violent as Onaan. Like say your kids become platonic yandere or whatever, or, you have your own kids with thragg and the twins are separate but still attached to you. Onaan is the kid you find killing cats because he's jealous they get more attention than him while Ursaal is like, giving her father incredibly detailed reports and her own insight into what you've been up to, how you're feelings, things you say and do when Thragg isn't around
-so I know y'all see that image I posted with Thragg and his twins. I tried to censor, The Cape last time but I realized like, even with censoring the head it's still super obvious who that is, there's only one white furred creature in this entire show. I imagine after Thragg gets his Beast Drip that, once Throkk's daughter comes for revenge, she is also slaughtered, and her pelt becomes YOUR cape. Or maybe Thragg offhandedly mentions to you that BB Jr has vowed vengeance and you're casually flipping through a book, "is she as strong as her father, like if you had to rate it 1 to 10 with her father being 10 and 1 being a human. If the daughter is at about a 7 or below, Ursaal should be able to handle her, get herself a nice coat to match her father" and Thragg feels this warmth in his chest to hear you're actually observant of his/your children and their prowess, especially to hear you praise Ursaal in such a uh violent context, just casually suggesting his daughter could turn another sentient humanoid creature into a pelt to wear. This is another example of "living the viltrum life will eventually dehumanize you and rob you of certain empathies"
- I don't think you would actually have a title but could you imagine if Thragg decides you're like, officially his true mate, like the mate above all others, like you're the Empress in his little harem of concubines and ladies in waiting. I hc that your official title is something like Grand Duchess or perhaps if this is the twin/triplet scenario something more vaguely historical sounding like The High Mother or Regent Mother or, you get the point
-I still think "Reader turns out to be an incredibly late blooming hybrid" is a neat concept but I also don't know how they would miss that since during your pregnancy and all you're receiving medical care out the ass but like. Thragg personally training both you and the children as a family. Would be kind of humiliating honestly because it's kind of vaguely implied you should learn things before the kids do and if you struggle, here's Thragg, telling his kids in private they have to protect you and keep an eye on you and report any problems back to him
- thragg would definitely be training you in hand to hand but suddenly finds he can't bear hitting you in the face or hitting you at a certain strength. Like. Absolutely 100% you're gonna have a lot of scenarios where you're brawling or wrestling and he pins you and it swiftly transitions to you getting rawdogged from your high on adrenaline husband. Tbh that sex would probably be his favorite, where he has to defeat you in combat and then rewards himself. Can probably border from hatesex to consensual to noncon, not that he has a problem doing THAT to you either
- probably has portraits done of you and him. Idk do you think Viltrum has like enough art culture for portraits to be a thing? Most fascist tyrants have portraits. He would have several done: you and him, just you, you while pregnant, him and you while pregnant, you holding your babies, you and him holding your babies, and family shots as they grow up. Say you conquer a planet together as a family and one day you're revisiting and there's some sort of museum set up amd you find like a wall length portrait of, you and your children soaked in blood tearing carnage through the fire and flames and Thragg is beside you just nodding in approval, "they captured your image rather well"
- goooooddddd imagine you're just a normal human and you progressively start showing signs of aging. You start getting more wrinkles. Your body starts working in different ways, popping, cracking, aching. Onaan, Ursaal, and Thragg all notice and they're like FREAKING OUT HONESTLY. The children don't want to accept that their mother is actually going to be a speck on the timeline of their entire lifespans. Thragg doesn't want to accept that he has to let you go and you're never coming back. They all become obsessed with finding ways to keep you young, keep you alive, fuck it they'll clone you and transfer your consciousness into a new body if they have to! This is comic book world and these are obsessed aliens and they have OPTIONS
- something something "what if Reader isn't a viltrumite hybrid but is still like super-powered or a mutant or whatever and this isn't revealed until you like are fatally injured or even DIE die and suddenly you, pop back up". Cause I feel like this "close call" would drive any yandere literally insane because, what if there's no second chance, what just happened, can you still die, they can never never never never never allow you to get hurt ever ever ever again
Thragg just walks into the kitchen and you have the stove top red hot and you've just got your palm resting on it and you look to him kind of just shocked, all, "look... nothing happens... I just feel some of the warmth" and Thragg just puts his fist through your oven anyways, "you could've gotten hurt" and immediately picking you up and carrying you to some sort of perceived "safer place"
- this is like a specific scenario but like, can you imagine as a mom you like to brush and comb Ursaal's hair and you idly suggest she could always grow it out more and you could help braid it and things, but once it starts getting longer Thragg objects and says it could get grabbed during a fight and orders her to cut it but you step in and say she shouldnt have to, it's HER hair, and you two get into it, and one day Ursaal is brought home by her father and he's all but shaved her head after she had actually grown it out to a decent length. You and Thragg are at odds over how to treat rhe children and Ursaal begins to realize that many of the restrictions her father instills on her are because of a way of life she may not fully agree with, a life filled with violence and bloodshed with no room for love or kindness or creativity. She probably helps you from going over the edge too, honestly. If anything else through this life with Thragg, in your darkest places you may still find yourself thinking you have to keep going to try and help your children
- with others, Thragg is the kind of yandere where he's standing in the same room as you and you're both doing completely different things and he suddenly says, "so I noticed during the meeting that your eyes kept lingering on my mate" and without further warning he's beating up someone on the accusation they were lusting for his wife, no discussion, just fists , and he'll do shit like this a lot to the point people don't feel comfortable being around you and you're just further socially isolated
- I feel like Thragg would have some weird like fondness slash fetish for watching you breastfeed. Like, awww here's his cute little wife with his chubby little babies and you're giving them their nice milk, what a good mom, providing for the babies he put in your belly ❤️ part of me is convinced if you're a viltrumite or hybrid or whatever that you uh. Eventually wind up with a lot of babies. A LOT of babies. Do you think he would want a specific amount or its just vibes. Like you're over 300 years old and you've already got 50 kids with him but he sees you teaching one of your youngest sons how to throw a punch and suddenly he wants another
- all I'm saying is if he ever catches you self harming or attempting to hurt yourself he's gonna have a real extreme reaction. Like he finds you cutting yourself with a broken glass and you're immediately restrained and taken to a hospital, completely stripped, inspected for other wounds, and if there are any and especially a lengthy history of them, you're in such trouble. But I also think it would be extremely difficult to hide this from him since as time goes on you two are constantly having sex or he's inviting himself into your shower to bathe with you. You accidentally bang your arm on a counter or something and get a tiny bruise, this man will know about it and wants a detailed report on where it came from
- even when you guys aren't super familiar with each other and you've "just met" he's already protective and all that. Like you've just been brought into his home and you barely even know him still and he may even act mean and angry to you and then one day he sees you have a large bruise on your arm, "what is this?" ".... it's nothing, Grand Regent" "I asked you a question and you'll answer me: where did this come from" "... I spoke out of turn with one of your advisors and turned to leave without permission, Grand Regent" "And so they grabbed you?" "Yes Grand Regent" "who" "it was my fault, I-" "WHO" and the second you give a name or description he's wordlessly leaving the room and shows up again HOURS later with visible blood on him, "it has been handled. You are not to be harmed or punished without my permission or instruction"
- in some scenario where you leave the kids behind and try to run away, like... he isn't just gonna throw up his hands, "well I already got children out of her, she has served her purpose" and leave you the fuck alone. If anything this man would track you down just to tell you off for having the fucking nerve to disobey and defy him! I can picture an actively captured wife where you are constantly kept on some kind of restraint or have a bracelet or collar or even a LEAD THAT HE HOLDS and you're IMPRISONED rather than "I'm being monitored but otherwise I have my own agency". Thragg will make himself a throne that you can be chained to if he has to. He'll have restraints made that are decorative and complimentary of your features. Imagine he's making some sort of public appearance and while he's speaking he's got an arm around your waist and you're pulled up against him and meanwhile you've got. A bar gag and cannot speak
- really, truly, in a way, you become a symbol, but one of all different kinds. There are Viltrumites who see how their mighty Grand Regent treats his mate and they are viscerally disgusted (Kregg and Lucan comes to mind), like people who really start to question the society they are living in, questioning if it really must be so selfish and devoid of empathy, questioning if they really want to keep living this way and for their children and their children's children to live like this. Then there are others who see the way the Grand Regent controls his mate and see its as a sign of strength and permission to treat their own mates the same.
Mostly, though... the only thing that will take you away from Thragg is death. Until the day one of you dies, you're stuck with him, and there's basically no one around who's stronger than he is, period. You might as well cozy up and get friendly with your new husband, since you're going to be together for a long time and spend lots, and lots, and LOTS of time together ❤️
251 notes · View notes
mausinly · 5 months
Text
Baby fever got me thinking abt ghost and kids <3
Ghost finds himself leaning against a stone wall, fiddling with the straps of his gear as he listens to the bustle of the locals. He's in a more rural part of the city, one half full of shops and restaurants and the occasional pub (of which Ghost is waiting for Gaz and Soap outside of), the other half being a neighborhood on the other side of the cobblestone wall behind him.
It was meant to be a more casual mission, gather some intel and do a bit of a stakeout. Gaz and Soap would chat with a man that has information for them, while Ghost waited outside in case there was trouble or they needed to make a quick escape. After a few hours, he quickly realized this wasn't much of a mission at all.
It was peaceful though, a breath of fresh air compared to the adrenaline and bloodshed of his usual work. He was debating on calling it all a bust and dragging his boys back to base when a small sound hit his ears.
He went silent for a moment before he heard it again, a small whisper of a voice beckoning for his attention.
Ghost lets out a sigh. "The hell...?" He looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.
"Psst. Up here." A small voice calls from... above him?
Ghost looks up to see a face peering down at him from the top of the stone wall, a few meters above him. A small child, a little girl with short, red curls, peeks over the stone to look at him with big brown eyes.
The two of them just stare at each other for a few beats, observing one another warily until the girl speaks up.
"Are you a soldier?" She asks him with a surprising amount of confidence, speaking with a bluntness that only children seemed to possess.
Ghost pushes himself off of the wall to turn and look at her fully, glancing back at the pub to check for his team before looking back at her.
"Affirmative." He says simply, giving a little nod before falling back into silence.
The girl looks puzzled at the unfamiliar word, but uses her context clues to conclude that it means yes. She steps up a little more, crossing her arms over the top of the wall to look down at him better.
"My nana was a soldier... I think." The little girl says, her tone a little uncertain. "My mum said she used to fly planes and we have a picture of her with a bunch of medals."
"I've never seen a soldier in real life, though." She adds.
Ghost can't help the small chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the child's observation. "That so? Your nan sounds pretty interesting." His eyes crease as he smiles up at her from under his balaclava. "I'll let you in on a little secret... being a soldier's pretty boring a lot of the time."
The girl gives Ghost another quizzical look, blinking those big doe eyes at him. "How? Don't you get to fight bad guys and shoot big guns?"
Ghost supposes she isn't wrong. A lot of his work does include diving headfirst into enemy territory, fighting the desert sun and blowing up old "friends". He still lets out a small laugh at the girl's naivety. Ghost wonders if he'd ever been that innocent once, maybe when he was a toddler and the cruel world his father built hadn't yet beat down on him.
"Sometimes." He says finally. "But there's also a lot of sitting—waiting for things to happen. And paperwork." He tacks on.
The girl makes a face. "Like taxes?"
Ghost nods solemnly. "Like taxes."
The girl makes a soft, long "oh" sound before they fall into silence. Ghost looks back at the pub, half hoping to see Soap and Gaz walk out and half hoping they stay inside so he can keep talking to this silly little kid.
"My names Ginny, by the way." The girl pipes up. "What's yours?"
He debates in his head for a moment. "Ghost." He says finally.
Ginny makes another face. "Ghost? Like a dead person? That's a funny name." She says bluntly. "Is it a nickname? Technically Ginny is my nickname."
Ghost listens as she rambles a little, waiting for her to finish so he can answer her questions. "Yep, like a dead person. And yes, it's kind of like a nickname."
"Do they always give you silly names in the mil-militry?" Ginny tries to ask, scrunching up her face a little as she struggles to pronounce "military".
"Sometimes." He says again. "Sometimes you choose your own, sometimes it starts as a nickname that sticks around."
"Did you choose yours?" She asks.
"No." He replies.
Before Ginny can bombard him with any more questions, a voice calls from somewhere far off, making the girl look behind her. She calls back to whoever is summoning her and turns back to Ghost.
"My mum's home, I've got to go." She says, her tone a little flat as she seems disappointed to leave.
"Alright. I'll see you around, Ginny." Ghost bids her farewell. "Be good for your folks."
"I will! Bye-bye, Ghost." The girl gives a determined nod, waving goodbye to him before stepping down and disappeared behind the other side of the wall.
Ghost stands there for God knows how long, in his own little world until Soap walks up behind him with Gaz in tow. The sargeant claps him on the shoulder about how the mission was a bust and apparently the man didn't have all the info they needed. Thankfully, he'd have what they needed at a later date. All Ghost hears is "we'll be coming back here soon".
256 notes · View notes
theladyfulcrum · 1 year
Text
Come here children. Come here. Sit down. Take my hands. Listen.
Here’s what we are not going to do. We are not going to let them unravel us and leave us in a heap of bawling bodies. They want us to sob until our eyes fall out and we rupture our abdominal organs because they’re heartless and sadistic and part of STAR WARS—shhh, steady—but we are going to remain CALM. Call it denial, call it call it bargaining, call it what you will, but he’s not gone.
Deep breaths, all together now. Crying is cathartic and necessary for coping with the emotional abuse we endure at the hands of Filoni et al., but don’t cry from lost hope. I’m serious. Was it among the worst things we could have possibly been forced to watch? Has a good majority of the fandom been mulling where the hell we are supposed to find the will to go on after that? Of course. But they’ll be back. And Tech will be, too.
Hush, child. Listen to me.
There was a reason he fell into cloud-cover. He could have been falling into anything. Water can be lethal from that height, yes, but let’s all just remember what Hunter pulled in War-Mantle with falling OUT OF A SHIP and down a LITERAL MOUNTAIN and surviving that with JUST HIS KNIFE. HIS KNIFE, KIDS. Tech accepted what he was doing, and he was okay with dying if that was what this meant, but he’s Tech. Once he fell from view he did whatever he could to increase his odds of getting out of it alive. Trust.
Speaking of falling from view— we know the Clone Wars rules. No body, no confirmed death. Forget that— we know the STAR WARS rules. Even if someone gets SLICED IN HALF before your VERY EYES and FALLS AN INDETERMINABLE-BUT-DEFINITELY-NOT-SURVIVABLE DISTANCE, they STILL aren’t dead. Further still, if you had put the two scenes in front of me with no context, I would have said Echo’s death in an EXPLOSION of FIRE seemed more final and certain that Tech falling away from us. And no, I don’t care about the argument that it’s a kId’S ShOW so they wouldn’t show us the body. Go watch Colt’s death and get back to me. Or you know, pretty much any Clone Wars episode.
BUT THE GOGGLES, you wail. I know, dear heart, I know. I see the cracks in them every time I close my eyes. But Hemlock getting his hands on those isn’t confirmation of anything other than what we already know— no matter where he wound up, Tech is having a Very Bad Time™️. Whether he lost them on the extremely unpleasant way down or whether he’s being experimented on in critical condition is hardly a nicer thing to know, but we’ll take just about anything right now if it means we’ll see our boy again, won’t we?
Shhh, I’m not through. We also have that scene with Phee. If it had been a true goodbye, if Tech had shown an ounce of the development he had with Omega about differences in emotional processing and communication, you’d have seen my soul depart through the atmosphere. But no. That scene’s entire purpose was to be unresolved. Was it just to make us incurably sad in retrospect? Maybe. But my gut says no— there’s more he needs to say to her.
On that note, the same goes for Tech and Crosshair. I refuse to believe we’ll never see them together again. I don’t have anything stronger than my refusal, but my feelings on this are rock solid. There’s also the important issue of THE Bad Batch theme— you know how they’ve established a precedent of not using it unless the whole Batch is together? Collectively, we’re going to refuse to believe they’re going to break that now. And there’s too much love for that theme to never hear it again.
Finally, beloveds, we come to our old favorite: story analysis. You know I’m insufferable about this, but listen. If we look at screenwriting, if we look at story structure, if we look at BEATS, this is the old “DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL” for the Batch (and us obviously). It’s the ALL IS LOST. The EVERYTHING IS AWFUL AND THE HEROES ARE AT THEIR LOWEST LOW. It’s the classic “oh my god this second installment is EMOTIONAL TORTURE HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME” that we can point to in novels, shows, and film series again and again. It’s the ESB ending, it’s the Catching Fire ending, it’s the Rebels S2 AHSOKA IS D E A D AND ANAKIN KILLED HER ending. S3 will open as they enter Act III, where they use what they’ve learned to move upwards toward the finale of this particular story arc. Doesn’t that sound like something nice to cling to?
There now. If I’m wrong, I’ll give you all the choice of k!lling me first or tossing me alive out of a plane with no *hard swallow* parachute, jet pack, or functional grappling gun. But I truly believe you won’t have to.
In the year or two we have to wait, cry for his absence, cry for the Batch being more fractured and farther apart than they ever have been, cry for Hunter feeling like he’s failed everyone he loves, cry for all of it, but not because you’ve lost hope that all might not be lost.
Tech will be back.
571 notes · View notes
Note
OMG I JUST FOUND YOUR ACC AND YOU WRITE FOR LIKE ALL MY FAVORITE PEOPLE??
anywayss, i was thinking about sejanus- what’s new tbh 😋- and was hoping for a fluffy blurb with him if possible. anything you write is amazing so do whatever you want with it
if you want more context tho- maybe reader is apart of the covey and loves to sing- reader is too embarrassed to tell sejanus how they feel, so they write a song?? idkk that’s pretty strange 😭
have an amazing day and thank you!!
i wish i could write a song to do covey reader ACTUALLY just so i can do that at some point ill do sejanus x covey reader hcs but for now here’s a fluffy blurb well it’s kinda long for what i normally do about taking sejanus out of the arena (sorry if this doesn’t fit what you wanted)
Purest of hearts - - Sejanus Plinth x Reader
also i wrote this on my phone so it’s kinda icky
Tumblr media
His heart led that boy everywhere that’s why you loved him. That’s why you weren’t shocked to hear that he had put himself into huge danger to do what he thought was right. It was right nobody could deny that but it was still a horrible situation.
If you could you’d follow him to the ends of the earth he had the purest heart. Running into an arena wasn’t even close to the scary things you’d do for him.
When you got to the arena a peacekeeper told you the cameras were off and then shoved you forward. Sejanus was right about how awful they could be. Stepping into the arena as it played that blasted message. How could anyone enjoy a show of kids dying. Your lover was right they were all monsters.
You saw him on his knees leaning over Marcus. Even before the reaping Sejanus talked about his friend. “Honey we need to go.” you wanted to coddle him let him stay there but then both of you could end up dead.
“He’s gone it’s all over he’s dead” He said in a shaky manner. He was crying and it hurt your heart but you really had to go.
“I know i know but we are in danger if we don’t go.” You cringed at how crude you sounded.
“If i just stay here die in here then everyone will know the capitol they’ll see that this isn’t right I-“ He broke down.
“You are gonna do amazing things you’re gonna change the world but the cameras are off if we die in here we die for nothing.” You were pleading with him.
Just before you could say anything else the ginger girl Coral sat up spotting you. She woke up her pack too.
“Sejanus love we have to go now right now.” You pulled him up as quick as you could.
“I’m so sorry” He looked down at his friend.
You pushed him infront of you and made him run. Running for your life running for your love it was scary.
He tripped as you almost made it and you were so scared you trembled. You went back and helped him up he was limping. It made you sick to your stomach.
Throwing his arm over your shoulder and running you made the peace keepers open the gate. And they did so just in time.
Peace keepers shoved you two in a train car more aggressively than they should have.
“You’re okay” you put your hand against his face.
BLEH sorry this is bad i’m half asleep but i loved the idea sm so yk
Requests are open <3
115 notes · View notes
queenof-curses · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Kishibe: Paying the Price
Captain Kishibe is right, you'll never be strong enough to kill the Devil that murdered your family. You need to sign a Contract with a Devil fast, but you don't know any that are willing.
Good thing Captain Kishibe is more than willing to help you out, for a price…
Kishibe x Fem!Reader
wc: 3.5k
send me a tip: Ko-Fi
Tumblr media
Minors DNI! Explicit Sex, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Cunnilingus, Office Sex, Teacher-Student relationship, Age-gap, a little dark, & NOT beta read!
--
“Decent work today, thanks to me. You’d be dead if I weren’t here, Kid…”
The older man sighs before taking a swig from his flask.
Whiskey, probably… you thought.
He was right though. If Kishibe weren’t there to check up on you during your mission, that Devil probably would’ve killed you. His next words pull you from your self-reflections,
“If you had train as I taught you, you wouldn’t be in a mess on every fucking mission.” He comments. “You have to take my advice, or you’ll never see your next birthday.”
Captain or not, the old man always seemed to pester you about not having any deals yet with a Devil. Your training up to this point with Kishibe has strictly been physical and strategic, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it all.
You joined Public Safety shortly after your family had been killed by a top Devil, being placed in Tokyo’s Special Division 4, under Captain Kishibe because of your smart and quick thinking. Now though, you wonder if that was a mistake…
You didn’t want to sell a part of yourself to a disgusting Devil, but how do you expect to get any stronger? Maybe the Captain was right after all…
Taking a moment to think it out, you finally decide to take a stance. You have to lose some, to win some- right?
You look up at Kishibe, his eyes slightly hooded and glossy (a state he was always in due to the job + alcohol), waiting for your response.
“I’ll do it.” you firmly decided.
He looks at you confused and you roll your eyes.
“Do what?” He asks.
“I’ll make a contract with a Devil… to get stronger. To kill the one responsible for my family’s murder.” You announce it to him.
You sounded so sure of yourself, a tone that Kishibe realized he hadn’t ever heard from you before. It perked him up a bit from his clouded mind.
He was quite proud, then, seeing you so confident. It was so different from the first day he took you into his division. He knew you were going to be great. But you should know- it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Alright,” he says. “And who do you plan on making a deal with?”
*Silence*
You look at him and think about all the Devils you know that would sign a contract with you… coming up empty. They were all dead!
The old man laughs out loud at that, “You don’t even know any one?!” he asks, incredulous.
“Uhhh… no…” is all you could respond with.
“Well shit Kid,” he pauses to think, scratching the rough stubble on his face. “You’re lucky I like you, I’ve got someone just in mind. But..”
He looks you up and down, eyes slowly raking over your body.
You shuffled under his gaze, adjusting your tight suit. Suddenly, you feel like your tie was choking you. Unable to keep cool under his stare, you feel your face flush red.
“But what?” you hesitantly ask.
“But!” He grins… “you’re gonna have to pay for the contact.”
What, just exactly, is up the Captain’s sleeve?
“H-How?”
“I think you know how.” He moves to leave, calling one last line over his shoulder before leaving you. “My office. 10 o’clock tonight. Wear something easy to remove.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before walking out, leaving you with a shocked expression and a wet spot in your panties.
Walking up to the Captain’s office was something you were used to, just not in this context. You were hesitant to come, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were also excited and nervous.
You needed this contact; needed to be strong.
For my family, you think before knocking three times.
*knock knock knock*
“Captain? It’s me…”
“Come in, and close the door behind you.”
You were excitable as you entered.
It was no secret that Kishibe enjoyed his fair share of Alcohol, Devil Hunting, and Women. You just never thought he would find you attractive. He was so much older than you, so much wiser and experienced. Why would you even entertain the idea that he would be interested? Surely this isn’t what you were planning for, right?
Walking into his office, you shut the door softly. Stopping just in front of it, you look at the older man waiting.
Kishibe stood in front of his large, oak desk. His long trench coat was off for once, sitting on the coat rack at the edge of the room. He was wearing the usual uniform of a Devil Hunter, a slim black tie and dress pants. The tight white dress shirt accentuated his muscles, giving his regularly rugged look a more defined stance. His jaw was tense, you could tell even from where you stood.
He’d been waiting for your arrival, and it sent tingles of excitement to your lower parts.
The only light was a desk lamp, illuminating the man from behind and basking his silhouette in a soft yellow glow. The rest of the room was dark; the only occupants being the two of you.
You weren’t sure what to do next, so you stood your ground waiting for further instruction from the man. Your fingers brush against the hem of the short dress you decided to wear. It felt odd to be in this room without your suit and tie on, weapons discarded in the locker room of the building.
You felt exposed in the dress, remembering that your only other articles of clothing were your panties and shoes. A dress this short and tight didn’t have room for a bra, unfortunately, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He watched you play with the short hem, enjoying the visible shyness that crept up your neck. Kishibe was glad you followed instructions, and he admired the tiny playful dress you picked for tonight. He appreciated how your little nipples budded against the thin fabric, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on your tits.
Despite his lustful mind, he knew you looked good. The kind of good, he thought, that a girl would choose to go out for a date in.
That wasn’t the plan he had for you tonight, however.
No, tonight he was going to have what he’s been waiting for since the very first time you stepped into this office. He wasn’t a patient man, and he was ready to get started.
He calls your name out loud, his voice making you jump.
“Y-yes, Captain?”
“Come closer, let’s see the pretty little dress you’re wearing.”
You walk towards him, dropping your hands as you make your way over to where he’s leaning against the desk.
Once you’re within arms reach, he grabs you.
Gasping, you suddenly find yourself engulfed in his scent. Cologne and a slight whiskey scent… He smells familiar, you can’t put your finger on it, though. Kind of like home… but do you even remember what home smelled like?
You expect the man to hug you. However, you seem to be wrong.
Your Captain reaches behind your head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling you towards his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face with his other hand, putting you in a helpless position under him.
A thumb comes to caress your jaw as he hummed in admiration, looking deep into your eyes.
“You know, Kid… I know a lot of Devils. I could make you the strongest member of Division 4. You could finally kill the one that murdered your family. But… it’s gonna cost ya. Are you willing to pay?” He asks you.
You spend a moment to think, though you knew your mind was already made up. You’d do anything to kill the Devil that went after your kin. Revenge was your only priority, but was having sex with your Captain something you’d be willing to do?
The yellow light reflects off his earrings and the sparkle catches your eye…
Kishibe really was a good looking man. You thought about him occasionally, mostly on your lonely nights… And although he was much older than you, he had his shit together.
That is, had his shit together besides the alcohol… and the brutality… and the women….
Okay, so he didn’t really have all his shit together. But he was good looking, fit, and willing to make you stronger. So you decide you need him.
You finally give him his answer.
Looking up at him, you lock your eyes with his before answering, “Yes, Captain…”
His smile stretches from ear to ear at that. He looked down at you and gripped your hair tighter. The pain makes you moan out, a sound he easily found himself wanting to hear more of.
“That’s Master to you, Kid…”
You correct yourself, “Yes Master…”
He grins, “That’s right Kid, and I am about to make you a very happy woman.”
Suddenly, he switches your positions. Flipping you around so that your front now faces his desk, he stands behind you. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.
Hot, wet kisses are placed along your neck as Kishibe grinded his (from what you can only assume to be) huge bulge against you. His hips push your dress up, exposing the black panties you decided to wear for the night.
He groans against your neck as you push back against him. It was getting heated at a pace you weren’t used to. But you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the passion of it all. You suddenly found yourself desperate, it was as if there was an aphrodisiac laced in the air of the room.
“Master…” you cry out, pushing your backside against his front.
Soft kisses were replaced by rough bites that soon decorated the side of your neck. Each hickey that he left was meant as a reminder of each time he thought about taking you just like this.
All those times Kishibe wanted to lay you out on the desk before him and mark what’s his. You were under his division, and he wanted to own you in every single way. All those filthy thoughts of his were finally coming true, and he was about to savor every delicious moment of it.
He lifts the rest of your dress over your hips before bending you over his desk. You brace yourself so as to not knock your head on the wooden table. Kishibe wasn’t messing around, you realize from his forcefulness.
You felt the cool air hit the heat of your pussy as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, exposing you to the room.
“Oh god,” you gasp out, realizing his hot breath was panting right against your core.
He must be on the floor, you realize, and therefore must be staring directly at your exposed pussy.
You try moving away, but firm hands come up to massage your backside.
“Don’t even try, Y/n, I want to see you…” He whispers, holding you in place.
His hands felt rough from all the years of Devil hunting he had behind him; his fingers were scratchy against the softness of your behind. His ruggedness only made you wetter, loving the savage-tendencies you knew this man had.
He brings his thumbs towards your core, using them to spread your lower lips apart.
You moan, knowing that he could see everything like this. You were exposed to your Master completely, and you knew what he saw was a wet hole that desperately needed fucking.
“This-” he starts before swiping his tongue from clit to your asshole, “is all mine… Got it, Kid?”
Another swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars. Your knees were weak, on the verge of collapsing against his face. You knew to answer him before he denied what you so desperately seeked.
“Yes, Master!” you cry out.
Kishibe laughs, knowing he has you exactly how he’s always wanted you. Spreading your lips further, he sticks his tongue into your folds.
You scream and thrash against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy with vigor, his nose rubbing against that other dangerous place as you leak into his mouth and drip down his chin.
“Oh god, yes!” you beg him, “Please Master!”
He drives you insane as he brings a tumb to circle your clit, making buck against him like an animal in heat. The rough stubble of his chin teased your folds as you ground yourself onto his face.
Stopping for a moment, he slowly circles your clit with his thumb- edging you, but teasing your orgasm from completely unfolding.
“Do you want to cum?” he mocks. “Do you want to cream all over my face?”
“Fuck- yes! Please!”
“Please, what Kid?”
“Please, Master!” You cry.
He responds in a tone that is almost threatening. “Then do it.”
Diving his face back into your cunt, he slurps and sucks your pussy, alternating between fucking your little hole and dancing his hot tongue across your clit.
It’s enough to drive you past the point of teasing. Your orgasm hits you like a train as you squirt all over Kishibe’s face, soaking him and the floor below in your juices. He encourages you to keep going.
“That’s it, Kid- fuck my face.”
You rock back against his tongue, riding out your pleasure as you feel the wetness against the rough stubble on his chin. You grinded against his face, enjoying the way he ate your pussy like a man starved.
He slowly licked you clean as you came to. After a few moments, you seem to slow your hips and come back down to Earth.
You were a wet mess. Sweaty and covered in your own cum, you pant to try and catch your breath. Attempts to collect your thoughts were made. However, you knew this man wasn’t through with you just yet.
Kishibe stands up, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. His grip was firm, almost bruising.
You knew better than to move- he wanted you there and you would do anything to please him at this point.
“What do you want, Y/n?” He asks you.
You can hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he undoes the strap. The zipper pull is next, and all of a sudden you feel the hot weight of a giant cock sitting against your bare backside.
The heat of his shaft felt like a brand on your skin, and you wiggled your hips to tease the beast.
*slap*
A painful blow comes to your butt, making you yelp out in pain. He didn’t appreciate your teasing.
*slap slap slap*
Your cheeks were on fire as he delivered blow after blow onto your behind. You groaned and moaned underneath him, waiting for his hits to finally end- not daring to move from your spot.
“Now,” he said after a final eighth blow, “What do you want?”
You cry softly, the cracks of his hand that followed too soon after your ograsm left tears in your eyes.
“W-want you, Master!” you say out to him, keeping your eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.
“Want what from me?” He goads.
He’s teasing you, you realize. The embarrassment of this older man making you beg for him pushed the tears over, falling softly onto the desk below you.
“Want you!! I want your cock- Sir, please!” You manage to cry out, but not before feeling inferior under the wrath of his brutality. You were overwhelmed with pain and pleasure; your mind had thoughts of only one thing: Kishibe’s cock.
“If you insist…”
The tip of his shaft runs up and down your wet folds- he coats himself in your juice before stopping at your clit. Circling your little bundle of nerves, he notices how swollen it's become from your prior orgasm. He can’t wait to have you crying for him.
Kishibe had big plans for his little woman. He was not only going to make you great- but make you his completely. He wanted you drunk on his cock; wanted you to cry out for him every night. From here on out, you would be molded to the shape of his shaft.
Bringing his cock towards your entrance, the older man teases your hole. Pressing his tip in and out, keeping it shallow enough for you to become frustrated.
“Please Master! I need it- I need your cum…” you cry out softly, desperate for stimulation.
You were a mess before him, having no idea what you just signed yourself up for.
“Oi Kid, don’t worry…” He smiles down at you. “You’ll get my load and more…”
His hips slam against yours in one movement, sinking his cock into your cunt all at once.
You scream- It’s too much. You didn’t expect him to go down to the hilt in one thrust.
Kishibe was no small man- his body practically towered over yours, and he had a penis to match. He was huge…
Your cunt stretched around him, filling you up as he pushed against your cervix.
“Fuck!” you cry out, the tears spilling down your cheeks rapidly. “It’s too much! I can’t take it…”
“Oh you can,” he responds to your pleas. “You can and you will.”
His next movements match his demanding tone. He’s swift as he pulls out of your pussy only to sink back in. You continue to cry out for him to slow down...
Suddenly, he shifts and thrusts up. His hips push against that rough part inside of you and have your vision going white.
Your cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure as his shaft rubs against it. He knows he’s just found your sweet spot.
With a smirk, he drives himself up into your cunt. Slamming himself inside of you over and over again. He fucks you on his desk as if you were the last woman in the world.
Soft cries fall from your lips as you mumble about how much you love it, how much you want his cum inside of you.
He barely hears what you’re saying over the slapping sounds of his hips meeting your backside, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt quivering around his hard cock.
“Fuck- Kid, you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.” He says, not being able to hold back his strength.
He drives into you hard and fast, relishing the way your warm walls welcome his hard shaft. The grip he has on your hips is solid as he sets a brutal pace.
“Fucking do it- please, cum in me! I’ll do anything,” you beg him, reminding him of his original deal. “I’ll do anything please, cum in me- I want to be strong!”
“Oh you’ll be the strongest, Kid…I’ll fucking bathe you in my seed.”
“Fuck… please.. Fill me up, I’ll let you cum as much as you want…”
Your last statement seemed to seal the deal with Kishibe. You rocked back against his thrusting hips, meeting his body with equal excitement and endeavor.
“Shit, I-I’m gonna cum…” he manages to growl out.
His pace begins to get sloppy as he feels himself come undone. With one final thrust, Kishibe buries himself inside of your waiting cunt. He fills you with his seed- coating your insides with hot cum.
Swaying against him, you milk his cock with all that you can. Squeezing around him tightly, you make sure to try and collect every drop he gives you, putting on a show with your hip movements. He filled you deliciously, your insides felt hot and full.
All he can do is groan as you take control- he was completely fucked out and absolutely mesmorized by your little winking asshole below him. He stared down at it as you continued to drain him.
Oh he had plans for that, too. You were to be his in all ways after this.
After a few moments, you feel him remove himself from your body. With his weight gone, you could feel yourself drip in his release and knew he was watching.
Kishibe couldn’t help himself as he found himself on the floor, sitting in the same position that he had been in to eat you out just moments before. With his thumbs once again separating the pussy lips of your swollen cunt, he looked directly into the deepest parts of you. The same parts that his cock was just buried in. He couldn’t help his lewd thoughts as he realized he was getting hard once more.
You let him watch your hole leak onto the floor in submission… You realize that you’d let him do just about anything at this point, loving the way you felt under his demanding gaze.
“Master…” you whisper out, not too sure what you were asking for.
“Shhh…” he says, voice hushed. “I’m about to make you a very strong Devil Hunter.”
Thanks for reading! All likes and & reblogs help my page- so please consider! I also am taking requests now! Just send an ask :)
<3
send me a tip: Ko-Fi
601 notes · View notes
galacticspaceguy · 9 months
Note
((Definitely didn't rewrite this ask like 8 different times pshhhh u don't know what ur talking about-))
First things first, I'm 1000000% agreeing with your post about there not being enough platonic Spiderverse x Reader content. I am literally STARVING for platonic Spiderverse PLEASE,,,, there were only like 10 posts when I searched it up last and AO3 was so empty when I checked,,,,
Secondly, I rewatched the first Spiderverse two days ago ((& watched the new one earlier today)), but something about rewatching the original triggered some dormant part of me that has decided that Noir would be SUCH A GOOD PARENTAL / MENTOR FIGURE!!!
So, If you're cool with it, could I get some headcanons or a oneshot ((whatever you're feeling I'm starving here please-)) with him and a reader who's an older teen (like 17-19) and became Spiderman/woman/person when they were in their mid-teens (15/16)? It would probably work best with the context of the reader being a part of the events of the first movie, but in my head, reader has lived their entire life without close friends or anyone they could really talk to about their problems ((especially after they got bit)), so they closed themself off from others. Noir seems like the type that would be able to push someone like them to interact with others more, while also being entirely willing and eager to act as a support system. Maybe the oneshot/headcanon would involve reader getting hurt and Noir patching them up and letting them know that they do have other spider-people available to support them? Preferably gender-neutral but I don't mind either way! :]
((sorry but kinda not sorry for the kinda longish ask ((I did cut it down tho so hopefully it's a bit better)), rewatching Spiderverse triggered something in me that deeply desires parental! Noir so when I saw your post I immediately needed to send in an ask lol))
“You don’t have to shut everything out, you know.”
His words confused you for a moment, until you realized it was gonna be one of those sentimental, overly-emotional, trying to break your walls down, conversations.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said, rather nonchalantly. You winced when he tightened the bandages around your arms.
You had insisted on going off on your own, resulting in you getting your ass beat- injured.
And apparently Noir was a doctor, so you got stuck with the black and white spiderman variant.
Everyone had tried to engage with you, the pig was very persistent in getting you to crack a smile with his cheesy, cartoony jokes. Their efforts proved to be fruitless.
You lived your entire like without needing anyone, and you weren’t about to change that. It was better that way. You were safer.
“You’re rather cut off for a kid?” It was said like a question, but you knew Noir knew it was a fact.
You acknowledged this was a huff as you cradled you injured arm.
“Could I, uh, see your hand?” Noir held out his own hand. You hesitated, looking between his hand and his masked face. You placed your hand in his.
He began to wrap your bruised hand in bandages that were provided by Mile’s universes Aunt May.
“I know being Spider-Man is hard, but it’s nice knowing there are other spider… people.”
You stayed silent, your answers coming out in hums or little noises, never taking your eyes off of his hands. You stiffened as his fingers touched one of the bruises.
“You’re allowed to talk, kid.” He said, looking you dead in the eye.
“I know that.” You replied, yanking your neatly bandaged hand away from him. “Just don’t see the need for it.”
Noir slightly tilted his head to the side. He hummed after hearing your answer.
“That’s a shame, I quite like the sound of your voice.
Now he was just trying to butter you up.
“Really?” Your tone of voice proved you didn’t believe him.
“Of course. I can only imagine the type of things you’ve got to say.” He leaned back in his chair in Aunt May’s living room. “What’s it like in your world? It’s obvious all our worlds are different.”
You sighed, a bit frustrated. “Look, I swing around, fight the bad guys, get bashed for it on the news, thats my life, nothing more to it.” You pulled your knees closer to your chest as you sat in an armchair.
“Well, if you ever wanna get more… in-depth about it, I haven’t quite lost my hearing yet.” He got up and sent two finger guns your way. It took everything in you not to let a small smile break free.
He left the room, leaving you by yourself. It was quiet and empty.
Suddenly, you didn’t like being alone.
152 notes · View notes
voidedsoul5 · 28 days
Text
OKAY HERE WE GO, ANALYSIS AND THEORY TIME.
Spoilers for the new TMP episode (Ep 8)
NOT ONLY did we get my babygirl back (Who definitely has something going on with him but we'll go back to that later) we also got another hint about one of my other working theories about Celia and this universe... I am losing my mind rn and I need someone to talk to about this even if it's just screaming to the internet void. More below cut. Split it because it's a semi-long post.
I think Gertrude is for SURE coming back at some point, literally no reason for her not to especially considering I don't think TMP team is going to pull the 'But this time she's actually just an innocent old lady' thing. It's cheap, and she likely knows stuff that will come up later when (I believe) she still has worked at the institute before it burned down due to her age. Plus, someone had to have cleared out those files.
Gerry is happy and it makes sense. Gerry in TMA was trying to be a kind person, but he'd witnessed too much and seen too much to be able to do that. In this world, if the fears didn't exist Mary would've likely not been AS deranged. OR mary might not have existed at all given Gertrude claimed Gerry as his grandson. Removing Mary, Gerry really doesn't have a reason to be so reserved and abrasive. HOWEVER. I think there's a possibility that isn't his actual personality. The happiness (as mentioned in the unofficial transcript) is maybe a bit too played up. I wouldn't mind if this is just how he was, a slightly erratic messy artist. But pairing him specifically WITH gertrude in this universe stood out to me. So here's my mini theory.-I'm not saying it's drugs, or Gertrude is casting black magic or something, but I do think she's doing something to keep Gerry out of this 'mess'. Even if that's just living with him and helping him have a normal life as a painter. Gertrude has always had a soft spot for gerry in TMA, in this universe where she's probably not as battle-hardened, trying to keep him safe and out of it all isn't out of character. Mostly, this idea just came from the fact that she tried to brush it off, then seemed disappointed when Gerry spoke about the gifted kids program, despite him being well enough able to speak for himself. She probably doesn't want him involved. This however all relies on the context that Gertrude knows stuff. Honestly, she might just be his grandma that he now lives with either for rent reasons or because his parents might be dead. It could honestly be that simple, I just like rattling off ideas.
CELIA KEEPS DROPPING HINTS OF KNOWING SHIT. SHE KNOWS SOMETHING. SHE KNOWS THINGSSSS. I have another post about my TMA theory of these reoccurring characters from TMA beginning to remember things from the TMA world. Its so incredibly on the nose for her to immediately start asking questions about the 14 fears WE KNOW, ask about alternate universes, AND BE THE ONE WHO PUSHED SAM TO LOOK INTO MORE STUFF ABOUT THE PROGRAM (Sam said it was her idea at the end of Ep 8) I don't know exactly how thisll work, but I get more and more convinced each episode that this theory has some merit.
And this is a small one, but blah blah Norris reading a paper about loneliness, isolation, and hostile architecture blah blah blah metaphors symbolism blah blah you get the jist
I rlly just wanna talk about this show to anyone, I don't have friends who've seen TMA or TMP so my only option is talking about it here. PLS feel free to talk about your own opinions and ideas in reblogs and shit. I don't care if they counter mine I just wanna talk about this show I love it sm </3
45 notes · View notes
lu-vin-it · 10 months
Note
hi can we have more of baby mama au maybe a family dinner or anything w sarah when she was still a toddler 😚 ?
Family Dinner
── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────
Baby Momma AU <- For context
Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader (Established relationship)
Pronouns Used: She/Her
Word Count: 789
Warnings: None
A/N: Ty to @stqrluvr for proofreading !! Also about Sarah still wearing a diaper, I chose to do this because they probably didn’t have potty training toilets and I imagine it’s very hard to potty train a kid without one (My cousin was terrified of regular toilets so … 😭)
Tumblr media
“Y/N, Joel is walking up the street now!” Ellie warns as she runs over to you, Sarah in tow.
“Good thing I’m superwoman and just finished!” You reveal the apple pie in your hands to your girlfriend and daughter. They both awe over it.
“Can we have some now?” Sarah asks. You shake your head.
“After we eat dinner with Papa.” You say, walking to your table and setting the pie down next to the other plates of food. There’s a knock at your door. “Will you guys let Joel in? I need to change.” You gesture to your flour covered clothes.
“I can let Papa in, Momma!” Sarah exclaims, running to the door. Ellie follows her and you make your way upstairs. “Papa!” The three year old yells as Ellie opens the door.
“Sarah!” Joel leans down and picks her up, placing a kiss on her forehead. Ellie moves to let him in. “Hey Els.”
“Hey. Y/N is changing but she’ll be out in a sec.”
“Okay.” He sniffs. “Somethin’ smells great!” His expression then turns into a scowl. “But not this one… she’s in need of a diaper change..” Joel slowly hands Sarah to Ellie who immediately holds her as far away from her as she could.
“Yeah, I’m smelling what you mean. Go sit at the table. We’ll be back in a minute.” She walks out the dining room, still holding Sarah as if she was covered in something.
You walk into the dining room two minutes later.
“Hey Joel.” You walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “How’ve you been, old man?” You start packing food onto the plates you had previously laid out.
“I’ve been good, and you? Y’all settling well?” You nod as you set the plates down on the table.
“Oh yeah, it’s been a breeze. Sarah’s been going over to see JJ every day. That or he comes here. They are attached at the hip..”
“I thought I saw Dina drop him off a few times.” He nods. Ellie and Sarah walk in two seconds later, Sarah in fresh clothes. Ellie looked like she had just returned from war.
“You changed her?”
“She had a blowout.” You snort.
“What’d you do with the dirty clothes?”
“Burnt ‘em.”
“I repeat my question; what did you do with the dirty clothes?”
“Left ‘em for dead.”
“They’re still on the changing table, huh?”
“Yes ma’am they are.” You roll your eyes.
“Go wash your hands.” You take Sarah from her and stick her into her high chair. You then walk out of the kitchen and go to Sarah’s room.
Ellie takes a seat after washing her hands and immediately starts eating.
“God this is so good.” Ellie moans, her mouth still full.
“Have I not taught you anything?” Joel reprimands. “Finish chewing before you talk, you heathen.” The brunette glares at him.
“I am not a heathen, old man.”
“Sarah, tell your Mom she’s a heathen.”
“Mommy, you’re a heathen.” Sarah says mindlessly before shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth. Ellie gasps.
“You dare put my daughter against me?”
“Oh I dare alright.”
“You have bad things coming for you, Joel Miller. Bad things.” She points at the man with a glare.
“Stop threatening Joel and eat your food.” You say as you walk to the kitchen sink to wash your hands.
“Yes ma’am.” You take a seat in between Sarah and Ellie.
“Okay, sorry about that.” You take a bite of your own food. “So, how was patrol today, you two?”
“It went great! We only ran into like.. three clickers.”
“That’s not true. You only ran into three clickers.” Joel said, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay I only ran into three clickers.”
“Because you didn’t listen to me.”
“Because I saw something for Sarah in a store.” She shrugged. “Made it out alive with the toy so…” You shake your head and turn to Joel.
“I told Maria not to put her back on patrol. She’s got ulterior motives.”
“What would I be doing if I wasn’t on patrol?” Your girlfriend asks, crossing her arms.
“Staying home with Sarah..” She tilts her head to the side as if to say “touche”.
“You could always train some of the kids and teenagers. Maria’s been talking about finding someone to do that. Says they’re too sheltered.” Joel adds in.
“I could do that… put in a good word for me?” He nods. You let out a snort. “What are you giggling about?”
“You’re gonna have a bunch of teens and kids calling you ‘Mrs. Ellie’.”
“No way, I’m gonna make them call me Mrs. Williams.”
“Mrs. Williams? We aren’t married, Els, it’d be Ms. Williams.” She groans.
“Same difference.”
275 notes · View notes
butterflydm · 7 months
Text
wot rewatch (book spoilers edition): 2x3
And here are my additional thoughts that contain spoilers through all the teasers and the books through book 13: A Memory of Light.
I was watching show-only reviews to try to figure out if it's safe to call Ishy 'Ishamael' yet but reaction seems mixed on whether or not Moiraine's words clued people in on the situation, so I'm going to stay ambiguous about him in my book spoiler-free posts for now.
I loved the changes that the show made to all Nynaeve's tests. They all make sense in context of the show and Nynaeve's character, they all tell us something about her, and there's also some great connective threads between them. We've known for a while (or guessed) that her first test would take place when she was a kid because her mom appeared in the casting lists... quite a few months ago. Ages ago. But I definitely prefer this one to the book version. It was so heartrending and touching.
2. The crimsonthorn strand throughout the tests is very interesting to me. I talked about this in the other post, but on a more spoilerly note, I like that the show is not defaulting to "all the Wondergirls feel a draw towards Green because They Like Men" and that Nynaeve is actually getting tugged between Yellow and Red in these last two episodes, as Liandrin tries to influence her. It makes me wonder if maybe they'll have Elayne incline towards maybe Brown ("I like to tinker with things") instead of Green. Though Nynaeve did put Egwene in the Green Ajah in her personal AU (which did such a good job in only using elements that Nynaeve was aware of when she went into the arches! No Elayne in Nynaeve's AU; and no Rand because she believes him to be dead).
4. Side note: thrilled that Nynaeve does not have to be naked for the test. The amount of times that women have to strip down for rituals in the books gets pretty ridiculous (especially when men doing the same kind of ritual -- ex. going to Rhuidean -- does not require them to strip). Stripping down to her shift makes the point well enough.
5. A thought I had about the people attacking the Two Rivers -- could this have been happening during the Andoran Succession Crisis that led to Morgase being Queen? And so the Queen's Guard, instead of keeping the roads clear of bandits, were busy with the civil war among the nobility, which let bandits get even as far as the Mountains of Mist. That could actually serve as a really good reason for the Two Rivers to basically nope out of being part of Andor -- "you were so busy squabbling amongst yourself that you let bandits rove the lands and kill innocent people". I'm not certain if the timeline matches up, but I will put it out there as a theory.
6. Her second test is based on the same worries that she had in the books -- that she's abandoned the Two Rivers and she won't be there when they need her and someone who isn't a good Wisdom will have taken over for her -- but shifted the details to hit harder in the show version, and to use characters that the show viewers are already familiar with. It really worked for me. I also liked them essentially using Perrin's lies about Rand to Tam in the books for Nynaeve here instead, where it makes a lot more sense -- she doesn't want to steal the only comfort that she can give a dying man by telling him that his son is dead.
7. Liandrin genuinely got herself invested in Nynaeve! I liked seeing that. I really like that the show is giving more emotional depth to our Darkfriends. Both Sheriam and Liandrin come across as very genuinely upset that Nynaeve hasn't returned through the arches. Because they both think of themselves as the good guys! Liandrin's motives in the show seems to be along the lines of "You need to have power so that others can't have power over you" while Sheriam's in the books were about being Black Ajah essentially to get ahead in the Tower but never expecting that she would actually need to do anything TOO terribly bad in exchange. Neither of them wanted Nynaeve to die or get hurt (they were both probably hoping to turn her to the Black Ajah). It's also really funny that it's entirely possible that they do not know that the other one is also Black Ajah.
8. Theory: being able to sense latent channelers may be a Talent rather than something either everyone or no one can do. Because it's one specific damane who comes out to point out the individual women to get dragged off to be damane, rather than it being the two women who were used to attack the village.
They are hitting the dehumanization angle hard. Egwene's 'training' is going to be so hard to watch.
9. Ishamael doesn't seem like he was expecting to find Perrin here, so I don't think Ingtar has been in regular contact with him. I really do wonder where exactly the Darkfriend social happened, timeline-wise, to the rest of the season thus far.
10. Ah, goodbye, Uno. I'll miss you, but you went out like a boss. Given the changes that were made to the plot, this does make a ton of sense -- Uno is not a man who backs down easily and he's also not a plot-relevant character really... ever, at any point. He's a fun character for flavor but someone who can be sacrificed to illustrate a narrative point without needing to change any of the story in the future.
11. Changing Logain to being able to see men who can channel as opposed to ta'veren makes a lot of sense on a practical level -- Mat was sitting right next to Rand, so if he saw ta'veren, then he would have seen both of them glowing; making it about Rand being a channeling focuses Logain's attention and memory in on Rand specifically.
12. Rand being kept out of the knowledge loop here kinda cracks me up because "Rand is on an information diet" is something that kept coming up in the books and it frustrated me so much because, in the books, it was consistently a result of his allies just never being willing to tell him a fucking thing ever unless he bullied them into it or spied on them. It makes a lot more sense here that he doesn't know what's going on with anyone else's plotlines! Taking something frustrating from the books and making it make sense is a really good habit that the show has been doing.
13. Lanfear continues to be the funniest girl in the world. She is just on cloud nine so far in s2, cruising along living her best life. Also, we see that her inn cheekily has her personal symbols as their sign.
14. Given how much Rand is experiencing the class divide in Cairhien and how much he's seen the poor get mistreated and looked down on by the rich and titled, I almost wonder if he isn't going to get a bit of Mat's arc from the books when he finds out that Elayne is a noble and needs to realize that she's not like the Cairhienin nobles.
15. Mat escaping from one abusive situation only to land right into another one definitely reminds me of the Tylin->Tuon pipeline in the books, of course. The main difference being is that we're dealing with mother figures in the show and not 'romances' (please take that word with a very large grain of salt). Possibly the biggest way that they can set Mat x Tuon up for success is actually showing us her relationship with her mother and how toxic and cruel the environment that she grew up in is. I feel like not killing off the old Empress at all and instead having Tuon take over a faction of the people and split off them off from the Empire would give us a sense that she really IS Not Like The Other Seanchan, instead of just wanting people to believe Mat when he says it despite there being no evidence in Tuon's actual behavior (I'm trying to remember who originally suggested that idea, but it was a while ago, so I have forgotten; I'm sorry!).
16. Liandrin grinding in to Mat how worthless and what an awful friend he is will, presumably, be some pretty good setup for him to show himself to be both loyal and vital in the final episode, though there will probably be more pain for him in the upcoming episodes (maybe involving what happens with Min's viewing about him stabbing Rand).
17. Lanfear is buzzing on such a high of getting show off of her Personal Dragon to a fancy group of lords and ladies at the start of this party.
18. Rand's conversation with Moiraine's sister is particularly fascinating! There's a queen of Cairhien but I suspect that it's not a Damodred (maybe I'll be wrong and Anvaere is the queen! We'll see!). That Anvaere reaches out to the mysterious ~outlander lord~ and shares so much with him is very intriguing, especially if we end up seeing her again later in the season (once Moiraine arrives in Cairhien?).
18. Here is where the cracks in Lanfear's illusion of perfect happiness with her New Lews Therin are beginning to show: he's keeping secrets from her, he's doubting her, and then he just leaves her behind. She is probably getting some very unhappy flashbacks right about now.
19. I wonder if Rand's bad experience with Logain here will inform his choices in the future. In the books, there isn't really a good reason for him to give Taim free rein over the school, but if it's more of a "Taim vs Logain" situation and he already doesn't trust Logain (and Taim appears less affected by the madness), then him trusting Taim might make more sense.
20. Mat being released from a prison cell and not knowing where to go and then (temporarily in this case) returning to his prison gives me echoes of "Mat inexplicably appears by magic in Ebou fucking Dar, a place that treated him like shit for months" from A Memory of Light, lol.
21. Perrin feeling wary about getting too wolfy because of his encounter with Ishamael feels like a much better reason that we got in the books... though I wonder if we'll follow it up by having him meet... shit, the guy who lost himself to the wolf; do not remember his name. But I'm thrilled to have him hanging out with Elyas and the wolves (Hopper?) for now.
22. Liandrin calling Mat Cauthon, agent of chaos, "nothing if not predictable" feels like it needs to bite her in the ass at some point.
23. Yeah, on rewatch, the sex dream is definitely Lanfear feeling like she can finally show her possessiveness and anger in Rand's dream. She is MAD at him for keeping secrets and leaving without her, but she can't show it when he's awake because it doesn't fit her carefully crafted persona. She does NOT like her men with an air of mystery -- she wants to know every tiny thing that he's thinking and feeling. I wonder if Rand actually did light the roof on fire or if Lanfear helped it along -- she's definitely taking advantage of his vulnerability in the aftermath of the fire. "If you ever leave me like that again, I will kill you." Yeah, that's absolutely Lanfear.
And, you know, her inn burning down does mean that she doesn't have to worry about dealing with it anymore. Now that she's had a taste of Rand in fancy coats, I think she probably wants to try to figure out a way to make it happen again.
24. Nynaeve's dream does have a couple of painful easter eggs in it -- Mat gets a wound over his eye; Perrin gets killed by an axe.
Nynaeve does forcibly bring back the arches in the books too, just without so much happening in the illusionary life. But I liked this a lot because of how much it gave us from the other characters who believed that Nynaeve was dead.
25. So, my theories about what we might get in episode four. Wow.
Rand's trajectory... I don't think he's done with Logain. But I feel like ep4 is going to be a big one for him, based on the title (Daughter of the Night). Rand may find out the truth about Selene in this episode, which would be a. be a pretty big betrayal but also b. might make him realize that it's not likely that the Dark One is actually dead.
Moiraine is presumably on her way to Cairhien right now, but it doesn't seem like she thinks Rand himself is there, but more that she's investigating the poem situation, so they may run across each other by accident.
Everyone is going to get to react to Nynaeve powering her way out of the arches (like a boss). I am very curious if Lan is going to spend an episode in the Tower before going after Moiraine... but if Actual Lan goes to the Tower... hard to imagine he wouldn't tell Nynaeve, at least, that Rand is still alive. He knows how deeply Nynaeve cares about the Two Rivers kids.
Unless Liandrin tricks Nynaeve, Elayne, and Egwene into leaving the Tower before Lan arrives there?
Where are Mat and Min going! Mat can't be going after Egwene & co to save them because... nothing to save them from at the moment. Where would Liandrin want him to be led? Falme? I mean, maybe, but he can't channel, so it's not a secure prison for Mat like it would be for the girls.
Perrin's storyline is going to teach us more about the Seanchan and wolfbrothering, I imagine. Maybe some scouting. He can truthfully tell any Seanchan soldiers (if he runs across any) that he's taken the oaths.
Will we follow right on from episode 3 or is there going to be a timeskip to give the characters some time to travel to new locations?
62 notes · View notes
tomwambsmilk · 11 months
Note
i’m in no shape to properly articulate anything rn or ever really but it feels like shiv kinda wants to bring tom closer to her life than ever before. like with the kicking dirt in his shoes and the bitey thing it all feels reminiscent of stuff she did as a kid?? probably with her brothers idk but it feels like she wants him in on these things that are part of her story. that and tom talking about the money feel like more honesty than we ever got from them
right??? There's a degree of vulnerability in that kind of immaturity I think. Shiv would never have kicked dirt over his shoes in front of everyone else because it would have made her look like a child. Obviously it's coated in her being nasty, but there is a bizarre sort of openness there.
I need to rotate the money convo in my head because it's important but I have to centrifuge those thoughts a bit more. There is something very honest in that, and in a way, that honesty knocks down one of the major obstacles in their marriage. They're actually communicating now, which lays the ground for next episode's tomshiv fight. It's especially significant for Tom because it signals him letting go of the fantasy marriage he was clinging to desperately for three seasons. He knows what he gets with Shiv and he's decided he still wants it anyways.
But what we're left with is sort of sad and tragic and hollow. In a sense I think that's a large part of this season. The end of season 3 was the explosion of honesty, and that's done a lot for the relationships these characters have with each other. But now that we're being honest, now that we're actually acknowledging what is and isn't real... what do we have? A bunch of relationships so deeply corrupted by abuse and moral degradation and capitalism that they simply cannot be repaired in their existing context, and yet they also can't exist outside that context. Connor and Willa's marriage will always be about money and security, but if Connor didn't have money they'd never have gotten together. Maybe Tom and Shiv would have been happier in a trailer park - except removing the business and the plan and the ambition and the strategy would remove the very things that drew them together in the first place. Maybe the siblings would have better relationships if they weren't forced to fight tooth and nail for control of a multi-billion dollar company and instead had a working-class upbringing - but maybe (probably) Logan would still have been abusive without wealth, and all they would have now is a dead father and nothing to show for it. These relationships cannot be healthy within this world and they cannot exist outside of it. You can have wealth and security and the illusion of love or you can leave and have nothing at all
92 notes · View notes
estrellami-1 · 2 months
Note
Hey love, I’m so sorry about your friend, if we lived close to each other we could be grieving buddies and watch cute movies and hang out so we didn’t have to be alone but even from all this way away I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. I’m also totally down to see what you do with a part two of when the world ends but also if you don’t feel like writing any more of that one because it’s such a relevant topic right now I completely understand. I don’t have any suggestions for how that fic can be made all better either because I haven’t gotten to the all better part yet but I know you could work your magic with it. Also feel free to ignore this and never think about that fic again if it’s not something you want to think about because of everything. Just do what’s best for you 💜
Thank you my love. I’m doing alright for now, but you know how grief is. I typically process through writing, and hopefully this will (eventually) help you, too. ❤️
Tumblr media
When the World Ends - Part 2
Eddie lays with Steve until he’s sure he’s fast asleep. His breathing is slow and deep, his hand—which had been curled tightly around Eddie’s own—is lax, fingers curling inward towards his palm.
Eddie wants a painting of this moment.
Not of the context; not of Steve, so wracked with grief, he gets sick from it. Not of Steve so frazzled he’s shaking and can barely finish a sentence. But this moment, here, now, where Steve is calm, has a minute to breathe, to dream of a world that doesn’t disappoint him… Eddie would pay for a commission of this moment. Something to have, to look at and know that the world—if only for one brief moment—isn’t entirely awful. That maybe it can be okay.
He sighs. It whiffles across Steve’s face, stirs his hair. He gets up after another moment, pads downstairs to the kitchen phone. Calls his trailer. “Hey, Uncle Wayne.”
“Eddie,” his uncle greets. “Y’ran off in a hurry.”
Eddie huffs a humorless laugh, leans against the wall. “Yeah. Sorry. Steve called.”
Wayne hums. “He okay?”
He sighs. “I think… I think he will be.” Wayne hums. “Y’know his dad?”
“Knew ‘im in high school. He was a dick.”
Eddie laughs. “Yeah. Still is. But his parents are good. Or… his mom is. His dad was.”
“Ah,” Wayne says. “How’s he holdin’ up?”
Eddie sighs again. “Got stressed enough to throw up. I got him in bed and asleep, but I’m kinda at a loss here, Wayne.”
“You’re a smart kid with a good head on your shoulders. You’ll do the right thing,” Wayne reassures him. “All he needs right now is a friend to support him.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“You stayin’ the night?”
Eddie hums. “Dunno yet. Probably. Imma wait till he wakes up, see what he wants.”
“Good kid,” Wayne agrees. “Lemme know what you decide. And lemme know if you need a change of clothes or your toothbrush.”
Eddie smiles then, the first real one in a while. “I will. Thanks, Uncle Wayne.”
“You’ve got this,” Wayne assures him. “Love you, kiddo.”
“You too. Bye.”
The line goes dead, and Eddie leans against the wall, looking through the kitchen door, through the wall to the backyard, through existence itself.
He stands there for a few minutes, thinking, contemplating, before shaking himself out of it. He’s here for Steve, so he heads back upstairs, slips back into bed, and follows Steve into sleep.
He wakes up later to find Steve watching him. He smiles blearily. “M’rn’n,” he mutters, pushing his face into the pillow with a yawn before continuing, less sleep-slurred. “How’d you sleep?”
Steve’s still watching him, wide, dark eyes wetter than they should be. He nods, and Eddie smiles softly. “I’m glad,” he whispers. “You thinkin’ you wanna get up anytime soon?”
A hesitant shake of his head. Eddie soothes a hand down Steve’s arm. “That’s okay. Want me to stay?” Steve looks away. “Steve,” Eddie says, gently catching Steve’s chin and turning it back towards him. “I’ll stay if you want me to. For as long as you want me to.”
Steve’s bottom lip trembles. He blinks, and a tear slips out, running over his nose. He nods, a small, hesitant thing. “Okay,” Eddie promises. “I’ll stay, Stevie. I’ll always stay. How d’you feel about maybe having some food?”
Steve shakes his head. Tears are slipping from his closed eyelids. Eddie wipes some of them away. “That’s okay,” he says, pulling Steve into a hug. Steve lets out a choked sob into Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” Eddie murmurs, rubbing his back. “It’ll be alright, Steve. You just get it out now.”
Eddie’s own eyes start to burn, and he sniffles, looking up. This isn’t about him, it’s about Steve, and he’s going to hold it together for as long as Steve needs him to. “I’ve got you,” he promises, “and I’m not letting go.”
Once again, there is NO taglist for this! You can follow along by subscribing to “#whentheworldends” for the fic or “#starambles” for all my writing. Send me an ask if you’d like to see more of this ’verse!
25 notes · View notes
celestialscatterbrain · 3 months
Note
Hi!! what do you think of mars in cancer in the 12th house of the composite chart? what is the relationship dynamic like?
Do not interact if you are a minor. (18+)
For cancers mars in the composite chart, I feel like you guys are very private about your problems. With it being placed in the 12H, these reallllllly emphasizes the need to keep issues private. You guys could be the type to pull off that everything’s fine between you two in front of others, acting normal and civil until you are alone and can discuss problems further. I feel like passive aggressiveness can be common here too. I feel like arguments can start off calm, but the moment there’s anything that resembles lack of honesty or avoidance, the crab claws can come out. I feel like you guys might have a high expectation of one another when things are serious, so lying and manipulation tactics are deeply discouraged. I think you guys are really empathetic with one another and super in tune, and can psychologically feel when the other is going to be irritated by something. You can also be very in tune with nurturing each other’s bodies during intimate acts, and with the 12H influence, it’s like you can mentally speak to one another through your eyes alone about your preferences and sensations. If this relationship turns sour, I feel like there’s a large possibility of gaslighting, manipulation, and control. I think it Can get pretty stabby where you guys might say things just with the intention of hurting the other. with mars in 12H synastry, i noticed that there could be many instances where you’re about to have sex but something stops it from happening. This could be the case for the composite as well, but i imagine once it does happen it feels life altering and deep and beautiful. cancer can be territorial and possessive over those they love, so once the sex does happen, I feel like you two may have instantly become protective over one another. You fiercely demand loyalty from one another. Maybe certain abstract feelings that are difficult to adequately verbalize can be better conveyed during acts of intimacy. I don’t think you’d be scared to deep dive into one another once the bond has deepened, and you can come out of your shells together without judgments. I think this has the potential for feelings of unconditional love and willingness to defend each other no matter what if negative aspects aren’t acted on. If you have kids together, I feel like you’ll be extremely protective to them and both not trust anyone to take care of them like you two. I feel like you might be the types to really put lots of efforts into the creative and psychological development of your children. I feel like there’s less of an inclination for drug use and floating off into the cosmos with this particular 12H placement, and you guys can be more grounded than other signs may be in the 12H. I think this is the type of placement that is super ride or die if established and secure. “I will go to jail for you before throwing you under the bus.” You will support one another even if they are DEAD wrong. The passion between you two when you’re alone and in a safe space will feel overwhelming, but in a nice way. Like “let’s take full advantage right now.” I think there’s possibility of experimenting with one being dominant and the other submissive. Daddy/mommy kink? 👀 i feel like you two were probably very shy with one another at first, or felt nervous until you guys got to know each other better. “Cat got my tongue.” Extreme awareness of the others existence and trying to send subliminal messages to each other about your attraction to them. “Who is going to make the first move.” If poorly aspected, I feel like there can be some resentment or weirdness when it comes to showing vulnerability. “I have the vibe you can probably hurt me in the future so i have no confidence in pursuing this even if all seems perfect with you.” Unexplainable suspicion of the other in some contexts. Probably needing a lot of reassurance or reminders that you feel passionately for them. In newer relationships I feel like you might be scared of “annoying them” in a sense. Sensitivity to each other’s reactions. Try not to take the other’s bad moods personally.
23 notes · View notes
tinkerbelle05 · 11 months
Text
Inspired by https://www.tumblr.com/harmleikurdraws/713521069439516672/i-can-imagine-bruce-having-a-stack-of-pictures-of
Tumblr media
The manor was uncharacteristically quiet and still. No yelling, thundering of footsteps, or suspiciously loud crashes. It was peaceful and rather nice.
Which meant that Bruce could show off his children proudly with no chance of them finding and burning the book.
“Oh, Clark,” Bruce calls out.
Surrounded by stacks of papers, cups of coffee was Clark. His hands continuously tapping away on the keyboard but his eyes meet Bruce’s.
“Yes, Bruce” he answers—but more like mumbles distractedly.
His two jobs being Superman and a journalist for the Daily Planet had caught up to him, which resulted in this. Clark raced against time to meet his deadlines and went over the JL meetings he missed. He desperately needed a break and Bruce desperately wanted to show him something.
He smiled and walked over to his husband. “Guess what I found,” Bruce presented a photo album.
Clark blinked at the book before he took it in his hands and flipped through the pages. He chuckled when he saw familiar faces in unfamiliar ages.
“Come, I want to show you some pictures.” Bruce tells him. “And you need a break too.”
Clark stares at him for a while, thinking it over. Though he already knows that no isn’t an answer either way. So he allowed himself to be pulled out for the room by Bruce and onto the couch in the living room.
Clark looked at the book again, he noticed this was the same photo album Bruce showed to him last month. But the brightness in his eyes and the smile that graced his lips made it so it didn’t really matter to Clark.
They both settled on the couch, bodies pressed together so neither was in threat of falling off it. Bruce opened the book to a picture of Damian. Cheeks filled with food and an icy glare on his face, the sight of the picture erupted a snicker from Bruce.
“Oh! This one was when Damian was at the Manor for 4, maybe 5 months. Tim caught him eating the leftover pie. He was dead set on denying any pie was eaten even though the crumbs on his face proved otherwise,” Bruce explained.
He went on to explain the context of other pictures that he told him before too. The first dance recital Cass went to, Jason’s first day of school, Dick’s gymnastics competitions.
He explained each inside joke and facial expressions the same exact way, and Clark loved him dearly for that.
“And that’s Dick on his B-day, and here’s Jason—he’s still mad I have this so don’t tel him…”
The entire photo album lasted 2 hours and by the end both men were fast asleep. This was the perfect opportunity for Alfred to snap a picture.
Tumblr media
Tags: @bruciemilf, @iwantadamusername, @profoundpacmilitaire, @just-a-gal-with-a-boomerang, @mexican-owlgal, @mysteriesgalplusdamianthings, @skylions-den, @dolliesanddhlias, @adrunkskeletonsduck, @insanebutteredtoast, @queerly-bel0ved, @seasonsyeetingsstuff, @truck-kunwillbeourlordandsavior, @impossiblepeacehideout, @classybananacoloregg, @iamyouraveragestudent, @home-of-sexual-and-dumb-of-ass, @odd-spooky-rainbows, @thenamessexual-homosexual, @melonfavor, @akikkobara, @kailaaxanle, @wiboo07, @foulsandwichmusic, @jasontoddispoly, @evalynanne, @dimension-hopper
Reminder: My asks and suggestions are open, so don’t be shy! And I also have an Batfam Taglist: Link.
Consider joining if you want to, but no pressure if you don't want to.
137 notes · View notes
natriae · 10 months
Note
Have you and all the other stupid ass child porn loving loser ass bitches ever thought minor characters don’t and won’t age as you do because y’all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y’all can’t get a partner doesn’t mean it’s somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy (and no the “they look like adults” argument don’t work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic) so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y’all kill yourself y’all 🤝 trump wanting to fuck kids
good fucking bye lets decode this
so you think saying something to me hidden behind the anonymous is gonna affect me
your first point: never once have i written smut abt a minor character i dont explicitly state it (cuz i feel like that would be obviously by my 'will not write') but i do usually hint at *cough cough* MSBY, The adlers, Japan national team
just say you dont read my fics and go
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
^^ those screenshot are from the wiki fandom that show their ages so yes they do age (at least in haikyuu) also if you read the manga you would know
next your second point :
"y'all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y'all can't get a partner doesn't mean it's somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy" all i really need to say is PLEASE PLEASE pay attention in english class... if your an adult writting this 1) get a life , 2) please get a tutor or some shit
also my sex life is not at all your information, maybe i dont have one because i'm more focused on my college education ( i think you should too) and learning to speak to people like a normal human being. also i have so many moots that are in extremely happy relationships also the fact that you even begin to think id sexualize minors is fucking weird i think you might be the one that likes minors (please get therapy)
n e way your next point:
""they look like adults" argument don't work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic)
i very much agree with this statement ( a little fyi, if your gonna call people pedophiles at least spell it right ... it also would be pedophilic in the context you are using) to continue anyone who uses this logic is weird af and it is pedophilic (i just have nothing else to say cuz im disgusted with someone even using that argument
your final statement
" so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y'all kill yourself y'all"
idk abt anyone else but my doctor says i'm not brain dead🤷‍♀️
also the fact that once again you tell people on the internet to k!ll themselves and then hide behind the anonymous is laughable but whatever helps you sleep at night
also the fact that you think everyone cares abt trump, spoiler alert! some of us, like me, don't live in the states
wow that was a funny one to wake up too <3 i hope this ask has a very good day!!
lots of love,
Nari <3
49 notes · View notes
Text
Halloween Never Ends
[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu who may be related to the notorious slasher.
Gender Neutral MC/Yuu
[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu may be connected to the notorious slasher, Michael Myers, and who is also a little shit.
[TW]: Violence, stalker behavior, and of course, cursing.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
youtube
Tumblr media
Ever since growing up, MC/Yuu wasn’t like anyone to begin with.
They’re mostly quiet, but still able to talk whenever they need to.
They have an odd fascination with kitchen knives and obsessed with Halloween so much (plus their favorite kind of candy is caramel apple flavor).
There was even one Halloween at their old daycare, they brought in tricks instead of treats. (They brought in a dead raccoon that day and that was the time they transferred to another daycare center.)
Before accidentally being traveled to Twisted Wonderland, everybody in MC/Yuu’s neighborhood were scared of them.
The kids fear them, and adults felt uncomfortable around them.
The only people who don’t felt fear were their parents, but they were worried.
They understand it’s not easy for them to make friends and hoped one day they’ll get their own group.
When MC/Yuu arrived in Twisted Wonderland, they smashed through the lid of the coffin.
Scaring poor Grim who only needed the ceremonial robe and everything.
Crowley found MC/Yuu and Grim which leads them to be at the ceremony and guess what The Dark Mirror.
EVIL
Straight-up Chaotic Evil
The Dark Mirror: I sense this one has an evil aura surrounding them.
Crowley: Nonsense! This previous missing student is not pure evil.
MC/Yuu Myers: *Drops their hidden knife* Fuck.
That escalated from 0 -> 100 real quick!
MC/Yuu brought a knife with them during the travel, and everyone in the room literally took a step back away from them after the reveal.
Then the usual chaos happens with Grim on the loose, Azul and Riddle chasing after the furry menace and fire everywhere.
But…MC/Yuu was able to withstand the blazing heat and quickly grabs Grim.
Then after the madness ended, Crowley took both MC/Yuu and Grim to his office to ask what the hell are they?
Then fast forward to today: NRC’s personal chaotic slasher…maybe-
Tumblr media
[Heartslabyul]
[Ace and Deuce somehow got themselves stuck in the closet.]
Ace: LET US OUT!!!
Deuce: Somebody, help us!
Trey: Ace, Deuce, we’ll get you two out of there.
Cater: *Recording everything on his phone*
MC/Yuu Myers: *Breaks off the door* You guys okay?
Trey & Cater: *Perplexed by their strength* …
Riddle: *Came into scene* WHO BROKE THE DOOR?!?!
Tumblr media
[Savanaclaw Kitchen Area]
Ruggie: Score! Last one for me. *Reaches for the doughnut*
[A kitchen knife was thrown by Ruggie’s hand and he reacted quickly to retract it back.]
Ruggie: Hey! *Growls at MC/Yuu*
MC/Yuu Myers: Whoops. Sorry. *Cuts off a small piece* Just want a piece. *Walks away*
Ruggie: Fucking psycho…
Tumblr media
[Pomefiore]
Vil: *Looks out of the window* *GASP!*
MC/Yuu Myers: *Staring at the window Vil looked through*
Tumblr media
Vil: Epel, your friend needs to work on their stalking problem.
Epel: Hm? *Looks through the window*
MC/Yuu Myers: *Flips Epel off* 🖕
Vil: What did you do to anger them like this?
Epel: Darn it. I ate their last caramel apple candy.
Vil: What was that?
Epel: Shit.
[For context: Epel and everyone in Pomefiore were supposed to be on respective dietary restrictions. Epel cheated a little by consuming MC/Yuu’s favorite candy. It was the last one.]
Tumblr media
✨Reblogs are appreciated and helps create more content✨
205 notes · View notes