#also they fuck nasty I just know

[pocketwei]

so sorry for going through ur entire onep tag but i just. yeah ur art is rlly good. anyways do you have any further beckman thoughts especially beckman shanks mihawk thoughts

oh anon let me give u warm hug...... thank you for liking my silly little outputs and for telling me you do, it brings incomparable Human meaning to my jester's antics <333

now do I have beckman thoughts........ anon I am plagued with them........... I'm quite fond of that. strange dynamic he has with akataka. Standing between/on the sidelines of this incommensurably large and all-consuming Love, nurturing it, acting like an anchor point. I think he just loves to indulge Shanks, he's taught him a lot (I like to think he was more or less his first, or rather his second, to Mihawk only, he stands no chance and he knows it and he's ok with it, he's not in for the competition anyway). He's let Shanks' outward, transparent affection and adoration, bleed onto him, despite not being Like That himself. Personal biases make it so that I cannot ever be immune to captain/first mate dynamics ajdjfh

Mihawk, to him, is like your friend's lunatic cat that has seen you a million times but that you have to acclimate all over again every time you visit. He respects him and Mihawk respects him too, they are at a safe distance usually because both seem quite. Aloof in their own way. Mihawk in a very. Offputting fucking WEIRD way, Beckman is more grounded and reasonable, but both operate on fundamentally different levels than Shanks, and are way closer to each other in terms of temperament as they are to him. They're brought together by the sheer amount of indulgence and attention he requires. They have to be two to handle him....

[invinciblerodent]

"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"

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[anthrofreshtodeath]

Looking forward to this prompt like always.

maybe they get slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

here it is! I have no idea what I just wrote but, you know, here we go:

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The Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala. If anything in Maura’s life is a black tie affair, it’s this. It comes once a year, in May, just as the spring gives way to summer temperatures, and, unfortunately, when the nascent MLB season really starts to take shape. Which usually means she takes a man, a doctor most times, instead of Jane: the person with whom she much prefers to attend these things. Not only is Jane Maura’s best friend - and thus makes it all genuinely more bearable - Jane has all the social skills Maura wishes she did when it came to fellow donors and hot shots. There are celebrities at this thing, for god’s sake. And that makes Maura nervous, especially since Jane so often has about five to eight games to catch up on by the time late May rolls around and refuses to come. Last time Maura had to bring a surgeon. But this year, by some miracle, the Red Sox have an off day on this Tuesday night, the same that the Gala is on. 

And Maura had known this fact for months. In fact, as soon as the regular season schedule was released. That meant that she started her get-Jane-to-the-Gala campaign while snow still raged outside and the year had barely begun. It culminates in the black, strapless gown she wears now, the one showing off her tanned shoulders and her three hundred dollar haircut complete with layers and highlights and the smell of priceless product. There are heels that highlight her calves and make her ass look fantastic; there is a pendant on her neck that draws attention to her perfectly supported breasts. There’s even a diamond ring on her right ring finger, big and belonging once to her mother, because Jane likes to look at things that remind her of tradition. 

And Maura had promised, not with words per se, but quite forcefully, quite convincingly, that Jane’s attendance would be worthwhile. The promise had consisted of some rather pointed modeling in the guest bedroom while Jane sat in a lounge chair and watched, of even more pointed half-states of undress, including dropping the garment in front of her with her heels still on so that she could bend over in the skimpiest pair of underwear appropriate for a platonic home fashion show that she owned. It also consisted of the subtle increase in hand jewelry, answers to Jane’s questions about it being, “My mother gave it to me. She couldn’t bring herself to wear it anymore; she finds such signs of commitment provincial. I vehemently disagree - especially when the signs are so exquisite. Don’t you think?”

Jane had sniffled. She’d stood, looking stiff and stupid as her mouth gaped at the ring Maura held out, before she finally said, “it’s on the wrong hand.”

Maura had chuckled warmly and replied, “for now.”

The stupidity intensified up until Jane mopped her jaw off the floor and excused herself to return upstairs. Maura then understood that she didn’t even need to invite Jane: she just needed to bring the Gala up. 

That happened about two weeks after the ring incident, which was about two weeks after the dress fitting. Maura stood in front of the vanity in her bedroom’s en suite, rubbing a European moisturizer into the skin just over her cheek bones. “You know, the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala is on the 28th this year,” she said with the most practiced nonchalance as she frowned to get more of the product into her pores. 

Jane had grunted. She leaned against the threshold to the bathroom and crossed her arms, using tox results for their current case as the excuse to be in Mauara’s inner sanctum. Maura had at least given her the courtesy of relaying those lab results before bringing the fundraiser up. “‘S an off day,” Jane said. 

Maura made a curious sound. “Hmm. Really?”

“Yeah,” Jane confirmed. “Want me to tag along?”

Maura pursed her lips so she didn’t smile. Jane isn’t hers. But she knows a secret: Jane wants to be, and so she admits she played a little dirty to have gotten Jane to accompany her.

Honestly, though, that was the nonverbal content of Maura’s promise: go, and becoming mine is a distinct, dirty possibility for you. “I’d like that,” she told Jane. “Do you need something to wear?”

She knew what Jane would say. Well, she knew the answer. Jane ended up saying, “I”ve seen what you’re wearing; I think I can cobble something together.”

Contrary to what even Jane herself might have believed, Maura hadn’t wanted to go shopping for Jane anyway - she wanted it on the table that Jane would be dressing to compliment her. Because that meant Jane in a suit. And Maura is attracted to the Jane she knows, not the Jane she can conjure by draping her in couture.

And so, Jane is here, at the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala, in May, instead of in front of a ballgame somewhere. Jane is here in a suit, with a very expensive white silk shirt under the jacket, with a sleeker, more understated boot than the aggressive block heel she often wears to work, her hair wild and beautiful and the perfect compliment to her sharp features.

It is, by all accounts as Maura returns from the restroom, a win. A complete victory on all fronts. Except, that is, Jane stands close to Doctor Melissa Henry - world renowned OBGYN and overall knockout - listening intently enough, leaning in close enough, to hear above the sociable din. 

Jane’s long fingers hold her champagne flute by the rim, the drink Maura had procured for her long before the trip to the restroom, and Jane hasn’t touched it. Hasn’t had a sip. Which, of course not, because Doctor Henry is Puerto Rican and curvaceous and a genius. Why would Jane interrupt her spell to imbibe? 

Doctor Henry leans close and says something into Jane’s ear, Jane who turns into the gesture yet again, and suddenly, they are both chuckling. And by god, it’s Jane’s handsome chuckle - the one that crinkles the corners of her eyes and bestows upon her a crooked little grin.

Normally, Maura respects the hell out of Doctor Henry as a leader in the field of women’s medicine. She’s serious and principled and warm… and that’s the damn problem. Maura did a fucking bend and snap to get Jane here (thank Jane’s modern media bootcamp for that particularly relevant reference); she’s not letting go this easily. 

And again, she intends to fight dirty. 

She marches across the crowded ballroom to where the two women stand, where Doctor Henry places a steadying hand on Jane’s shoulder because her heels are tall and her ankles are crossed. A man bumps into a deadset Maura, by accident, but it only fuels her resolve. She continues, gaze forward, back straight, clutch in front of her hips (the ones that sway as she walks), until she approaches Jane and Doctor Henry. Then she stops.

For all her missing of social mores, Maura can synthesize the details of a situation like no other. So just as she approaches, she comes up to Jane’s left, because Jane’s right is occupied with the champagne. And also, coincidentally, Doctor Henry. All for the better, though, because this means that for her next act, the ring on her hand can do all the heavy lifting, even if it’s a mirror image of where it’s supposed to be. 

Her fingers find the ones at Jane’s side, and they slither between them. Once they’re all but entwined, she drags them up, skin brushing as they curl, just before manicured fingers scratch Jane’s palm one time. Then as she fans them back out, down and united again, she kisses Jane’s covered shoulder. Jane shivers and Maura knows it’s because of the metal rubbing on her ring finger. “My mother’s bete noir is here,” she says into the fabric of Jane’s jacket, relishing the delicate scratch against her gloss-softened lips. “The feud is as alive as ever.”

Boom.

Between the touching and the comment just for her, she’s got Jane. She knows she’s got Jane because instead of a statement about how rude it is not to greet the third party, Jane says in that gravel-rich timbre, “she still telling the story about how her daughter styled… who?”

“The Roman Prince of Cerveteri? At least once a function,” Maura replies quickly, all as she turns her gaze on Doctor Henry. “So sorry, Melissa - family issues. You know how it is.”

Family. Issues.

Jane stiffens further, grows warmer; Maura knows there’s blushing even if she can only see Melissa Henry’s straight-out-of-a-catalog face. 

“That I do,” Doctor Henry says. Gracefully she steps away from Jane. Is that a bit of fear Maura sees, too? “Do uh, do you two need a drink? I think I’m headed to the bar.”

Jane smiles with her lips closed and simply holds up her champagne flute. I’ve got plenty.

“I’ve had enough for the evening, but thank you,” Maura answers with a cordial smile.

When Doctor Henry walks away after a nod and a smirk of her own, Jane snorts. “I don’t think she’s coming back,” she says.

“God, I hope not,” says Maura. When Jane, without letting go of Maura’s hand, downs her entire drink and steps close enough for their fronts to touch, Maura honors the nonverbal request for an embrace by wrapping her free arm around Jane’s shoulders. “When you’re here, when you accompany me to these events, you’re mine,” she asserts with a growl of her own.

“I’m yours all the time,” Jane counters. She rests her head in the crook of Maura’s neck because in heels, Maura is tall enough.

Maura squeezes, and laughs lowly. “I know.”

[raayllum]

having a moment (and this might be my autism speaking) of remembering that when characters (or even irl people) are analyzed / analyzing themselves, some people just look at the behavioural patterns and not where they stem from in the character's psyche and go "my job is done" when the job is half finished cause to me that shit has always been synonymous and i cannot imagine fathoming meta writing from any other standpoint

[lucienarcheron]

you seem like one of the calmest eluciens about the ship war 😂

*gently holds your hand* I say this in the sweetest most comforting way possible but...it's because I don't care 🤣🤣

I appreciate people's passion for the series and the characters but...SJM will do what she wants in the end. I'm 99% confident Elucien is happening because logically with the story she's been telling, it's what makes sense to me but you know what - she might do a 360 and change everything in the next book so that 1% doubt will always be there because I'm not her and I don't know what's in her brain lol.

I love Lucien, I love Elain and I very obviously love them together. I will ship elucien until the end regardless of what happens because to me, they will always make more sense than any other ship. But I also don't want to spend time arguing with people or trying to convince them about whether I'm right or not when in the end, we could all be wrong anyway haha.

There's a lot of nastiness that comes with this ship war and it's just not worth it. It takes away from the joy the series gives to people and there are real people behind these screens. Ultimately, I'm here for a good time not to deal with people being mean. I've also been in the fandom for a long time and had my fair share of arguments/pettiness so yo girl is TIRED and has seen it all lol. My policy always comes back to ship and let ship but don't be an asshole about it.

[scopophobia-polaris]

Honestly could we throw out the idea that totk's story issue is that it isn't consistent with the lore of the older games but instead drops intresting world building from botw because it might have gotten actually dark

[franollie]

ship asks: richard papen and francis abernathy

i think theyre so toxic that they need to be locked in an enclosed environment for 48 hours and studied.

jokes aside in a weird way i think they’d actually work out. like if richard realized hes gay and they both leave henry and went to therapy, i genuinely think theyd figure it out

[nerime]

my coworkers are being turbo transphobic and literally refuse to listen to answers to questions they fucking ask argh!!! I can just tell you!!! I can just answer you!!!!! I have answers!!! to the ridiculous questions you ask in a mocking way!!!! if you listen for one second I can just fucking explain!!!! 😡😭😡😭

[tariah23]

I rly don’t see how ppl be 20+ shipping kids anymore tbh… like, it’s so rampant and I don’t see the appeal to it anymore being as tho I’m in my late 20’s.

[stressfulsloth]

I think that what the disco elysium people said about Harry and Kim was the best way to put it. "Somewhere in the multiverse, Kim and Harry kiss." Because they're both so full of *potential*, both for wonderful and terrible things, and you *know* that in some worlds they full on hate each other. Harry can be a full on fascist; he's definitely been aggressive/racist/homophobic before the amnesia, there's no way Kim's entertaining his bullshit in that kind of playthrough if he makes no effort to change. And on the other side, Kim can be an absolute terror despite his calm facade- repressed, unflexible, patient with Harry only because he's a fellow cop, a committed *ex-moralist*. There are so many potential outcomes, so many different ways for them to fuck up, so many new and unique ways for them to be terrible together.

But then there's the multiverse where everything works out and nobody says the awful things they're thinking and maybe instead of pushing beyond Kim's boundaries by trying to can-open him, Harry helps him work through the repression and fear of change, and on the other side maybe Kim doesn't get frustrated by Harry's sheer chaos and just tries to be some stability in his life instead. They have *fun* together. They're playing board games. They wear matching jackets and sit on swings together whistling. And in that universe, maybe they get to be happy.

[problemnyatic]

so does putting "men dni" in your shit actually reduce the number of shitheads you get or does it just filter out the dudes who actually care about boundaries in the first place

[monkshooded]

So sick of the "independent and feisty" hermione characterisation... this is a woman who smells her crush in love potions, sees him in magical mirrors of desire, calms down at his scent, and threatens to kill him if he even considers divorce

[trustymikh]

....i ask you to please elaborate on the pain kink quote. I am being very normal about all of this, clearly (<3)

Of course, I am clearly very normal about him as well <3

putting this under the cut because it's a long-ish rant, also cw suggestive ->

So, pretty much in every game he's in he has some variation of this line, for example:

RBY - 'experience a world of pain!';

HGSS\BW2\LG- 'you will feel a world of pain!';

USUM - 'I will make you feel a world of pain!';

Go - 'prepare yourself for a world of pain';

Masters ex - 'underestimate a man like me and you'll be in a world of pain\You're in for a world of pain!\Get ready to feel a world of pain if you plan on disobeying my orders.'

Now, he usually says that to a teen character, which tells us an obvious fact that Giovanni is a ruthless sadistic person and just likes seeing kids cry (truly, he is the ChildHater#1).

Overall interesting that he threatens insubordination to be punished by pain, because he always speaks highly of his underlings and vice versa, I wonder if Gio is more violent towards people he dislikes.

Regardless, he seems to derive some joy from hurting others. I simply take this trait of his further - if Giovanni likes causing pain to just regular battle opponents that much, I wouldn't put it past him to keep this preference for pain in the bedroom. He seems like he'd enjoy both hurting and being hurt, to a certain level, but the latter is on the condition that whatever is inflicted upon him does not leave long lating marks. He himself though can bite or scratch so hard his partner may get a scar.

Anyway old man has a poorly hidden pain kink and he just won't shut up about it even though no one asked

[epicfirestormer]

[my-fall-from-grace]

idea for paul maurice: give bob a knife to chase the fla panthers around w during practice in preparation for wednesday night

[crimescrimson]

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